The ancient Qin-Chu Road is the ancient Shang Yu Road.
It was a post road connecting Chu State in the pre-Qin Dynasty.
It is also the earliest ‘highway’ in the country.
Starting from Xianyang and ending at Zhongnan Mountain in the Qinling Mountains, it stretches for more than 300 miles. There are shops, shops, passes and inns along the ancient road.
It is used for business and travel on weekdays, for local governments to hand over materials and tributes, and for the court to deliver official documents to local governments.
Once a war breaks out.
The ancient roads were requisitioned for marching, fighting, and transporting supplies of food and grass.
Because the Qin Dynasty acted rigorously, even though more than two thousand years have passed, this ancient road is still passable and not a blade of grass grows.
However, this ancient road has always been hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.
Hidden by dense mountains and cliffs.
Most people have no idea.
Only those old people who travel through the Qinling Mountains all year round, hunting for medicine and firewood, can find it.
On that day, Yang Fang stayed in Yang County for more than half a month, looking around for the whereabouts of his master.
The time agreed upon with Chen Yulou and the others is approaching.
It is too late to take a detour to the Qinling Mountains.
Then I was alone and took the risk to cross it.
You know, even if he has good skills and extraordinary strength, the 800-mile Qinling Mountains are no joke. They are steep cliffs, steep mountains, continuous mountains, covered with clouds and fog.
I don’t know how many beasts and insects are hidden in it.
The most terrifying thing is.
There are countless big thieves and bandits in the Qinling Mountains.
Twenty-seven peaks and seventy-two valleys are occupied. Except for famous mountains and rivers such as Huashan Mountain, Zhongnan Mountain, and Taibai Mountain, almost all other mountains and small peaks are occupied.
This place in northern Shaanxi has had strong folk customs since ancient times. Especially in the late Ming Dynasty, almost all the eight kings came from here.
In today’s troubled times.
Due to wars and natural disasters, the people are in dire straits. The land is bare for thousands of miles, and they have no way to survive. What else can they do, they can only fall into the trap of bandits, or simply dig into the mountains and make a living by digging graves and fighting upside down.
The Qinling Mountains stretch for eight hundred miles.
There are probably tens of thousands of people in the bandits' den.
Only those few mountains with inheritance can survive.
As you can imagine.
Had he not been lucky enough to meet the old hunter that day and take him along the Qinchu Ancient Road, unless he had the ability to fly to the sky and escape from the earth, he would have been skinned and cramped, and turned into a dried civet cat.
“Brother Yang Fang has such a good land, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Listen to what he has to say briefly.
Partridge Whistle’s eyes couldn’t help but light up.
The worried look in his eyebrows disappeared instantly.
"This... you didn't even ask."
Yang Fang was stopped by his question.
After being stunned for a moment, he spread his hands and said innocently.
The matter of dividing the troops into two groups was decided in Hanzhong City last night.
His mind was filled with places where the master might go.
I thought shopkeeper Chen had already made arrangements.
"You boy..."
Hear this.
Partridge Whistle, who had always been calm and composed, could not help but be speechless.
"Since there is a way, there is really no need to rush."
"There is no need to rush for a while."
Chen Yulou held the pottery bowl and drank slowly, By this time, he had gradually become accustomed to the smell of suffocating donkeys.
It's a bit turbid.
But the stamina is strong enough.
Hearing what Partridge Whistle said, he nodded subconsciously.
Looking past the people at the table, he cast his gaze towards the ancient city in the distance, to be precise at the south rear of the city.
Between misty clouds and mist.
The mountains are rolling.
There is a golden dome rising faintly in the sea of clouds.
That is the famous Jade Emperor Peak in the Qinling Mountains.
"Brother Yang Fang, last time you went to Qinling Mountains, have you ever been to Huashan Mountain?"
During his absence, Chen Yulou suddenly mentioned something.
"I didn't climb the mountain, but I passed by the foot of the mountain."
Yang Fang didn't know why he suddenly asked about this, so he just nodded.
"It is said that Lu Zu once practiced in the mountains."
"If you have the chance, you can go up and have a look."
Gently shake the mouth of the bowl in your hand.
The clear wine floated back and forth in the glass.
Reflecting his fresh and handsome face.
In Kuanglu Mountain before, because of the sword-solving stone in the Immortal Cave, it was regarded as the legacy of Lu Zu.
Taoist swordsmanship was able to advance by leaps and bounds in a very short period of time.
Today.
Since we have to pass through Huashan.
If nothing else, you should go to Chunyang Temple to burn incense sticks.
“That’s fine.”
Listen to him talking about Lu Zu.
The people looked at each other and understood immediately.
After all, we had a trip to Fairy Cave that day.
All of them are here.
Of course, Chen Yulou was not the only one to mention Mount Huashan, and it was not just Lu Zu. You must know that Taoism in the Qinling Mountains is extremely prosperous, and it has been a blessed land of cave heaven and a holy land of Taoism since ancient times.
In Huashan alone, there are more than 20 Taoist palaces.
It is also the birthplace of the Quanzhen Sect.
Eliminate the traces of Lu Zu, Liu Haichan and others practicing.
On the top of Nanshan Mountain, there are also the alchemy furnace left by Laozi and the Yangtian Pool for drawing water.
To this day, many palaces and temples in Huashan Mountain are still popular. Countless Taoists practice in the temples, and even strange hermits live in the mountains.
Of course.
Huashan Taoism is prosperous, and so is martial arts.
The earliest can even be traced back to the pre-Qin era.
The Huashan Sword Sect is not a fabrication in martial arts novels, but a real existence.
The swordsmanship is the best in the world.
This is also the reason why he never forgets Huashan.
Put your mind away.
A group of people gathered around the stove and continued to make tea and wine.
The sound of whistles and whistles was heard from time to time at the dock where we came. After eating, the porters put on their hats and braved the cold wind to continue their work.
Several people drank the stuffed donkeys in front of them.
Then he buckled the pottery bowl.
Only Chen Yulou poured himself a drink.
Gradually...
As one bowl after another was eaten, the boss, who was freed from his busy schedule, looked from surprised and stunned to visibly nervous.
It’s not that I feel sorry for a few bowls of turbid wine.
The two copper coins alone were more than enough to buy his whole jar, not to mention a few cups.
Just...
As a boss.
He knows better than anyone else the power of suffocating a donkey.
The porters who did the hard work took two bowls a day, which was already a huge amount, enough to brag about for ten and a half months, but after a while, Chen Yulou scooped up at least three to five bowls.
Only a plate of peanuts, drinking not a drop left.
His small shop has been open here for almost 20 years.
I have never seen anyone with such a drinking capacity.
The most frightening thing is that after drinking so much, Chen Yulou did not seem to be drunk at all. His face was calm, and he could still talk and laugh with his companions at the table.
“Boss, let’s have another bowl.”
It’s still early.
Chen Yulou thought for a moment and knocked on the table lightly.
The boss, who was just thinking about it, subconsciously stood up when he heard the greeting. He just waited for him to walk around the counter and approach the table. He looked at the empty pottery bowl with a bitter look on his face.
"This...Mr. Chen, you can't drink any more."
"The suffocation of the donkey is too strong. I heard that you have to go on the road, just in case...our small business, I really can’t bear such a big responsibility.”
The boss held his fists and tried to persuade him.
Earlier, he heard stories from storytellers walking around the streets saying that Wu Song went to Jingyanggang to hunt tigers, which he thought was a bit exaggerated.
I didn’t expect to meet a real person today.
This drinking capacity is comparable to that of Wu Song, right?
Seeing the boss with a smile on his face, nervous and helpless, Chen Yulou couldn't help but sigh secretly, and he didn't want to continue to embarrass him.
"Forget it."
Think about it.
Ask Kunlun to pick up a water bag and bring it over. Chen Yulou smiled and said, "Is it okay to fill this bag for me?"
"Of course...of course it's no problem."
"Mr. Chen, please wait. , I’ll go right away.”
How can the boss disagree.
He immediately accepted it with a smile.
Go back to the wine jar, put your feet up, pick up the long water bucket, and fill the cowhide bag bit by bit.
After a while.
Waiting for him to stand at the threshold and watch the group of people riding away, the moment he turned around, the whole shop suddenly exploded.
“Mom, I’m afraid that gentleman is not the reincarnation of the Drunken Master.”
"It's really drinkable, I must have seven or eight bowls."
"More than that, I think it's at least ten bowls?"
"The more I talk about it, the more nonsense I get. I'm eating one bowl after another. Count them, six ocean bowls."
"It's incredible, I have lived in Shibalipu for most of my life, and I have never seen such a cruel person."
"He just got on the horse. Did you see that Mr. Chen jumped up in one leap? How does he look like a man who drank a few kilograms and suffocated his donkey? "
"Tsk, tsk, you don't have any background. You look like a teacher, but you can drink so well."
"Who knows, he is definitely not an ordinary person who can ride a tall horse."
"..."
A group of people were arguing noisily.
The boss walked to the counter with a smile, opened the drawer, and looked at the two copper coins, his eyes full of joy.
This is almost as much as the store’s harvest in a month.
There is still debate here.
The other end.
Chen Yulou and his party have already mounted their horses, bypassing the ancient city of Hanzhong and heading straight for the deep mountains in the clouds and mist.
More than an hour later.
Yang Fang, who was leading the way, reined in his horse and stopped outside a dense forest.
Pointing to a half-collapsed stone tablet in the bushes, "That's it."
Several people quickly surrounded it.
It was only then that I saw that on the ancient stele covered with dust and mud, the word "ancient road" could still be faintly seen.
It seems to be a monument from the Ming Dynasty.
However, due to the wind and rain, it has long lost its original color. The animal heads on the side seem to be telling the weight of past history.
Observation room for several people.
Kunlun has taken down the spurge and carved a path through the bushes.
Thousands of years have passed, but the stacked stones are still not scattered at all. Only the marks of axles can be seen, looming in the mud.
“As expected of Da Qin.”
See this scene.
Chen Yulou can't tell where he is.
This road most likely continued from the Qin Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. However, it was gradually abandoned in these years due to the war and the decline of people's livelihood.
They were in Kunlun Mountain before, and they were amazed that the ancient ruins from the Demonic Kingdom could be preserved here.
Now I see Qin Zhidao with my own eyes.
The shock was even more extraordinary.
After all, the former has been sealed in glaciers and is inaccessible, but the current straight Qin Road has been tempered for thousands of years and remains the same.
As you can imagine.
When this road was first built, it was so strict.
“Brother Yang Fang, where can this road lead?”
"Under Taibai Peak."
Hearing this, Chen Yulou nodded. The distance between Zhongnan Mountain and Huashan Mountain is about two hundred miles. With the speed at which they travel day and night, they can reach it in one day at most.
"Okay, let's go to Taibai Peak first."
Several people got on their horses.
Then, the sound of horse hooves like thunder resounded in all directions, startling countless birds and beasts.
In order not to waste time.
They were almost sleepless along the way. They were really sleepy, so they just closed their eyes and rested for a while on horseback to get over it.
But even so.
Until early on the third day.
In the misty sky, shrouded in mountain fog and rolling seas of clouds, a strange and steep peak stands on the top of the mountains like a flock of chickens.
"It's Taibai Peak!"
Looking at the strange peak that suddenly appeared, Yang Fang said excitedly.
I just stayed awake for three days and two nights.
Even if I have stepped into the Gang Jin, it is difficult to hold on, my face is full of fatigue, and my voice is indescribably hoarse.
Hearing this, everyone behind him also raised their heads.
It's just past dawn now.
The morning mist was thick, and the sky showed a clear black and blue color, with a faint ray of bright red hidden by the clouds and mist, as if it would break free at any time.
Finally.
That ray of red light broke through the heavy clouds and fog.
Falled on the top of the peak.
Like a golden platform.
“According to Taoism, there are ten major caves and thirty-six small caves under the sky.”
“Taibai Mountain, Xuande Cave, ranks eleventh in the world.”
Chen Yulou said softly.
The people around were watching with swaying minds.
It’s no wonder that Taoists have been fond of building palaces and temples on famous mountains, rivers, and peaks and cliffs since ancient times. Such caves and paradises make you feel physically and mentally comfortable just being there.
"Where does Huashan rank?"
Hearing this, the old foreigner subconsciously asked.
"Fourth."
"Huashan Mountain, Xiyue, is known as the Zongxian Cave Heaven, also known as the Jizhen Cave Heaven."
These rumors in Taoist classics are not something that can be heard casually in the world. People who are not well-read may not be able to come into contact with them in this life.
"These thirty-six small caves are so amazing."
"The largest cave..."
The old foreigner's eyes flickered, "Shopkeeper Chen, isn't it? We just passed the Kunlun Mountains? "
The Kunlun Mountains are the ancestral palace of the world.
Towering Tianshan.
Only by experiencing it personally can you know how magnificent it is.
Hearing the two people talking, Partridge Whistle and the others also looked over, their eyes showing thoughtfulness.
“It’s really not.”
“Is it Dongyue Taishan?”
"No."
"It can't be Hengshan, Songshan, Emei, or Qingcheng, right?"
Seeing Chen Yulou shaking his head one after another, not only the old foreigner, but also Yang Fang and Partridge Shao and even Kunlun couldn't help but get involved and expressed their guesses.
“No need to guess, the number one cave in the world is Wangwu Mountain, known as Xiaoyou Qingxu Tian!”
“This…”
After getting the answer, several people couldn't help but look at each other.
They even mentioned Taihang just now, but they didn’t expect it to be Wangwu.
"Why, it shouldn't be. Which of the five mountains is not more famous than this one?"
Yang Fang frowned, his face full of confusion.
“Because the Yellow Emperor sued heaven here, he was inspired by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady and the Queen Mother of the West to teach Yin Fu Ce and Jiuding Shen Dan Sutra.”
"Since then, Wangwushan Taoism has flourished, and countless people have built huts on the mountain to practice."
Chen Yulou shook his head, smiled, and explained simply.
There are many opinions on the theory of the cave in the world. In fact, even he himself has a lot of doubts.
For example, Weiyu Mountain Cave Heaven, which follows closely behind, is said to be a great place to visit, but in fact it is unknown and rarely heard of.
On the contrary, the famous Five Mountains can only be included in the Thirty-Six Small Cave Heavens.
"So many explanations?"
"There are really many rules in this sect."
A few people listened with great interest.
It feels mysterious and difficult to understand.
But Chen Yulou was thinking about the word "Dongtian".
After all, some time ago in the Turkic tribe, he had made an extremely bold guess that the cave in the world was most likely filled with space cracks.
The spiritual energy binds it.
Life is endless.
It is the residence of immortals.
Now that we have passed the eleventh cave, we have a chance to verify one thing or two.
"It is said that when marching down Taibaifeng Mountain, you are not allowed to use horns. If you use horns, strong winds and rain will come. Every June, fog and snow will block the road, commonly known as mountain closure."
"There is also a spirit of Venus falling from the top of the mountain and turning into Beautiful jade is the place where Master Taiyi practices. "
Speaking of this, Chen Yulou glanced at several people with his bright eyes.
"Are you interested in going up and taking a look?" (End of this chapter)