Chapter 300 Kunlun Past

Chapter 300 Kunlun Past

The snowy mountain is not alone.

Zhao Yushu discovered that there were some small black dots in front and behind, moving forward little by little, and they looked like people.

But why was he in Kunlun Mountain? And this view was so strange.

Zhao Yushu scratched his head, feeling something was not right.

Then he looked down at his hands in a daze.

My hands got smaller! ?

Zhao Yushu was stunned and quickly sensed his own spiritual power.

One day!

What’s even more terrifying is that the Snow Mountain Qi Sea is actually the Snow Mountain Qi Sea, there is no trace of the five magical weapons!

"Where is my Madam Xu? Where is my Chengying? Where is my Minghong? I, oh my god!" Zhao Yushu squatted in the snow with his head in his hands. It took him a long time to recover.

When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in a blue and white Taoist robe standing angrily in front of him.

"Zixiao, what are you doing!"

Zhao Yushu was struck by lightning.

The Kunlun Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and all you can see is wind and snow.

Legend has it that there is a fairy mountain among the mountains, on which lives a group of gods. As long as you can find them, they will give you elixir, which will grant you immortality if you eat it.

This is of course a lie.

There is a sect in Kunlun Mountain. All the members of this sect are cultivators. To mortals, it is not an exaggeration to call them immortals.

This group of monks rarely come out of the mountains, and they pursue the way to immortality every day. They have elixirs, but it is still a pipe dream to achieve immortality.

Every year, the monks on the mountain would go down the mountain to look for young men with good talents. After they became enlightened, they would give them a Taoist name and then bring them back to Kunlun Mountain to go up the mountain.

If you can walk through it, you will be a disciple of Kunlun. If you can’t walk through it, you have no chance of becoming an immortal, so go back.

So Zhao Yushu and more than a dozen young men walked among the mountains.

But why am I Zixiao?

And it was Zixiao when he was young.

Zhao Yushu walked while thinking to himself that it was probably because of the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.

Before, True Man Zixiao was pulled in by the teacher, and then he took the initiative to get involved. The Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains map formed a world in itself, so he traveled to the body of Zixiao in this world?

I have no idea why!

Zhao Yushu scratched his head again, feeling quite distressed.

I don't know where the teacher is. Also, where are those unlucky people I brought in? Could they be among my friends?

Cultivators are not afraid of cold or heat, but young cultivators of the first level still need to respect the power of heaven and earth, especially in a place like Kunlun Mountain.

As night slowly fell, several young men with tired looks huddled in a snow cave and lit a bonfire. Each of them took a piece of bread distributed by a middle-aged monk and ate it silently.

The same scene was happening in front and behind them.

The young monks' endurance and speed divided them into three groups.

"Today is only the second day and two people have already been eliminated." After finishing a pitiful piece of bread, the teenagers began to chat.

"I don't know how long it will take to reach Kunlun. We have to walk for eight hours every day. To be honest, in our tribe, people like us are the favorites of the gods and there is no need to suffer this kind of punishment." Another young man joined in. Although he was also wearing a white robe, judging from his hairstyle, he was not a Central Plains person.

"Humph, if that's the case, why don't you go back and do your sacrifice? Why are you following us in this icy and snowy place?"

"Heh, I was just saying it casually. Why are you reacting so strongly? I understand. You're the last one among us. Judging from your appearance, I'm afraid you won't last more than a few days."

Zhao Yushu looked coldly at the few people mocking each other, then turned around to look at the middle-aged monk who was meditating on the side. Apart from supervising and distributing dry food, this man hardly cared about him.

"Zixiao, I didn't expect that your cultivation is so solid. You are the one who has the easiest time today." A young girl sitting next to Zhao Yushu was quite envious.

“It’s just more exercise in daily life.” Zhao Yushu picked up a piece of ice from the top of the snow cave, put it in his hand, melted it with spiritual power, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Exercise? Exercise like mortals? We are monks."

"There's no difference between a cultivator and a mortal, except that they have a little more spiritual power."

Just after saying this, Zhao Yushu felt that the middle-aged monk looked at him, with surprise in his eyes, but more of disdain.

The girl shook her head and said noncommittally: "So how do you exercise on a daily basis?"

"Run 20 miles, do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats every day for three years."

As the young men stared in amazement, Zhao Yushu stood up and demonstrated to them what sit-ups and push-ups were. Then, when he was demonstrating squats, the middle-aged monk, who could no longer bear it, slapped him to the ground.

“Zixiao! Stop doing these weird things. If you’re not tired, you can walk a few more miles!”

Zhao Yushu curled his lips and sat down obediently.

As soon as the middle-aged monk left, several young men came over and asked, "Can you become stronger by practicing these strange things?"

Zhao Yushu nodded very seriously: "It is very strong, but there will be some unsightly side effects, oh, the consequences."

"What consequences?"

Zhao Yushu touched his own black hair and realized that Master Zixiao did not have premature graying hair.

“You’ll become bald.”

The second day was much more painful than the first.

The wind and snow got stronger, making it almost impossible to see the road. Those who walked fast would quickly disappear from sight, and those who fell behind would soon get lost in the vast snow-capped mountains and be forced to give up.

Zhao Yushu walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. So far, he has not figured out why he turned into Zixiao and when he can turn back into himself.

But he had a feeling that if he gave up now, he would never be able to rescue his teacher. At the very least, he had to find the real Kunlun Mountain first in the identity of Zixiao.

So he continued to move forward, walking faster.

Zixiao is worthy of being one of the top five inner scenes in the world, and is also worthy of being the head of Kunlun Fairy Mountain.

His physical fitness is unexpectedly good.

That evening, Zhao Yushu caught up with the group of young people in front.

The monk leading the team was an old lady. She looked at Zixiao with surprise, nodded, and gave him a piece of bread.

"Caught up from behind? Great! What's your name?" As soon as he sat down, a young man who looked older handed him a small stone bowl filled with boiling water.

"Zixiao."

"If you can't walk anymore, call me and I'll take you away."

Zhao Yushu turned to look at the boy who acted like an older brother: "I thought we were rivals."

The boy was a little surprised: "Aren't we from the same sect?"

Zhao Yushu smiled: "Yes, we are from the same sect. What is your name?"

"Ziying, I said this is a girl's name and I refused to call her, and then she slapped me." Ziying secretly pointed at the old lady.

"Thank you for the water."

"No need to thank me. Since we are in the Immortal Mountain now, you have to call me Senior Brother. It is only natural for a senior brother to take care of a junior brother."

Zhao Yushu chuckled, "Why don't you call me Senior Brother?"

Ziying was stunned for a moment: "Then, whoever enters the mountain gate first will be the senior brother."

"No problem, Junior Brother Ziying."

"You will call me Senior Brother."

"Okay, Junior Brother Ziying."