Chapter 174 Ancient Phantom

Bai Li Yuan saw that Ye Xiaochuan was defenseless and drank the wine of unknown origin in big gulps. He couldn't help frowning and said, "Aren't you afraid that there is something wrong with this wine?"

Ye Xiaochuan tasted the rich aroma of the fruit wine with satisfaction, feeling a stream of spiritual power flowing through his body, and his meridians were relaxed.

He laughed and said, "You women are narrow-minded. If the Monkey King wanted to harm the two of us, he didn't need to poison the wine at all. The two of us combined are not enough for the old man to hit with one claw. If you don't want to drink it, then give it to me. This fruit wine is brewed with red fruit. It is full of spiritual energy. It is the essence extracted from the red fruit. One sip is equivalent to a month of meditation and practice. Don't dare to waste it."

After these words came out, how could Bai Li Yuan sit still? Even if there is a poison that can make a marquis of blood, it must be drunk.

She also sat on the wooden stool and drank a few big gulps beautifully.

This woman has no restraint when drinking, and her alcohol tolerance is extremely poor. Yesterday afternoon, she was drunk and unconscious while holding Ye Xiaochuan's wine gourd beside the ancient road in the wilderness.

After a few sips, I immediately felt that what Ye Xiaochuan said was right. This fruit wine is indeed extraordinary and full of spiritual power. It is really a fairy wine on earth!

Seeing Baili Yuan pouring it hard, Ye Xiaochuan immediately felt something was wrong. When he was about to stop him, the fruit wine in the bamboo tube went into Baili Yuan's belly.

Baili Yuan looked at the empty bamboo tube, looking unsatisfied, and said to the Monkey King: "Good wine! Is there any more? Give me some more..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Baili Yuan, whose face was flushed, softened and fell drunk directly in the tree hole.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was really bad. Even his mentor only drank a sip of fruit wine a day, but this woman drank dozens of sips in one breath. Wouldn't she be drunk forever?

He dragged the drunk Baili Yuan to the wooden bed in the tree hole, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Among the six fairies, Yun Qiangdao and Shangguan Yu are both peerless women who don't show their emotions. How come you are just a big-breasted and brainless idiot? I really don't know how you got into the ranks of the six fairies. You seem to be a fake."

The old white ape was not surprised at all that Baili Yuan was drunk. Even it didn't dare to drink a bamboo tube of such strong wine at once. This woman was just a young human. How could she resist the powerful spiritual power and alcohol of fruit wine?

Seeing Baili Yuan drunk, the old white ape called twice. Ye Xiaochuan looked back and saw that the old white ape pointed to the top of the tree hole.

Ye Xiaochuan was puzzled and asked, "Grandpa Monkey King, what are you doing?"

The old white ape pointed at the top of the tree hole and whined. Ye Xiaochuan looked at it for a while and seemed to see something.

He said again, "Are you saying there is something on the top of the tree hole? Let me help you take it down?"

The old white ape was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly.

Ye Xiaochuan thought there was fruit wine hidden on the top of the tree hole. This thing is a good thing. Since the old white ape wants to give it to him, he must not be polite.

He flew into the air and flew to the top of the tree hole. He pushed away a piece of vines wrapped around the top and suddenly found that there was a groove in the tree wall. The groove looked familiar. It should be the groove of a sword handle.

He groaned and lowered his head to the old white ape who was looking down and said, "You are not asking me to put the edgeless sword in there, are you?"

The old white ape hesitated and nodded his head, seeming to be a little excited.

Ye Xiaochuan couldn't understand why the old white ape put the sword in, but he understood that the groove on the hilt should have been left by Situ Feng.

After thinking about it, Ye Xiaochuan pulled out the sword from his back. With a thought, the three-foot blade of the sword disappeared immediately, leaving only the hilt. Ye Xiaochuan slowly put the hilt into the groove on the tree wall.

The size of the groove was just right, and it tightly held the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, a green light came out from the gap in the groove, and Ye Xiaochuan was startled.

After a while, the tree wall of the entire tree hole above his head slowly opened like a lotus, and the dark brown vines on the tree wall seemed to be alive, twisting slowly, like poisonous snakes.

Ye Xiaochuan took the hilt of the sword back and put it back in the tree hole. Together with the old white ape, he looked up at the top of the tree hole that was slowly opening.

Gulu.

Baili Yuan slept on the wooden bed, turned over, and continued to sleep, seeming to be snoring.

Ye Xiaochuan had no time to pay attention to Baili Yuan. The top of the tree hole should not have been opened for six thousand years. Maybe Situ Feng left a lot of good things in it.

Now a wisp of Situ Feng's residual soul is living in his body, which makes him nervous every day, afraid that he will be taken over by the residual soul. In this environment and background, it is also reasonable to charge him some rent. No matter what treasures are inside, he must take them for himself!

After the top of the tree hole was opened, the space exposed was not large, but it was full of light and colorful.

Then, a surprising scene appeared. In the gorgeous light, magnificent pictures appeared like a mirage.

A tall and tall peak, Ye Xiaochuan saw it at a glance. It was the Cangyun Mountain Samsara Peak where he had lived for fifteen years.

But what is strange is that in this mirage, there are countless inverted cone-shaped peaks floating around the Samsara Peak, six of which are the largest.

Ye Xiaochuan was almost certain that those peaks were not supported by anything, just hanging in the air around the Samsara Peak, without any support at all. I really don't know how such a huge mountain could float in the air without falling to the ground.

The picture was moving, and there was a magnificent hall on the top of the Samsara Peak. Three large gold-plated characters appeared on the huge plaque: "Samsara Hall".

Ye Xiaochuan was sure that the Samsara Hall in front of him was not the same as the Samsara Hall on the Samsara Peak now. The Samsara Hall in front of him was even larger, and the golden tiles seemed to be made of pure gold, like a heavenly palace suspended in the air.

Outside the hall was a huge white jade rainbow bridge. At the end of the white jade rainbow bridge was a tall stone tablet with two large characters carved on it.

Shushan!

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly realized that this mirage-like picture was not a recent one, but a picture from ten thousand years ago.

He had heard his mentor, Zui Daoren, talk about the history of Cangyun Mountain. It seemed that in ancient times long, long ago, this mountain range was not called Cangyun Mountain, but Mount Emei. There was once an ancient sect of cultivation here, called Shushan Sect, which was unique in the world.

Over the years, the Shushan Sect, which was once powerful, declined after experiencing thousands of years of prosperity, until it completely disappeared and perished ten thousand years ago.