I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 58: Traveling Around the Mountains and Rivers
Li Qingyun has lived two lives and has seen beautiful women.

Whether it is the charming Chu Jinxiang of Shande Hall, the seductive and coquettish Madam Yun Su Yue'e, or even the Miss Caifeng of Yihong Tower who had a brief affair with his previous life, they are all beauties picked out of thousands.

But no matter which one, they pale in comparison to Mu Guiying in front of him.

This Marquis Hun Tian was over forty years old, but his skin was as delicate and smooth as white porcelain, and his cheeks were as rosy and tender as newly blooming peach blossoms. He looked like a young girl in her twenties.

Her battle robe fluttered, she carried a flying knife on her back, and her long black hair was tied up in an exquisite bun. She looked dignified and majestic, a perfect combination of beauty and strength.

Li Qingyun just took a look and felt an indescribable awe and fear in his heart.

He knew in his heart that this was a complete suppression of his realm, so he lowered his head and remained silent, avoiding showing any emotion under this oppressive atmosphere and exposing his inner thoughts and secrets.

"Are you Li Qingyun?"

Mu Guiying's clear voice sounded, warm and infectious.

Li Qingyun didn't dare to look up, but clasped his fists and said:
"I am a humble commoner. I wonder what the commander-in-chief wants me to do?"

Mu Guiying dismissed Yang Paifeng, stretched out her hand and waved lightly, and an invisible force blocked the entire room.

Then, she took out a golden tablet from a brocade box under the desk and said to Li Qingyun:
"Do you recognize this golden tablet?"

Sure enough, it's related to this thing. It's not easy for me to earn this thousand taels of silver. I'll ask the old ones after asking the young ones... Li Qingyun secretly complained, but a smile appeared on his face:
"Reporting to the commander, I just saw this thing for the first time last night."

Mu Guiying nodded:
"You are only a warrior of the first level, but you can gaze upon this object and receive a gift from it, which means that you have a connection with this golden tablet. I would like to make a deal with you. How about it?"

Li Qingyun still lowered his head and said respectfully:
"Whatever you want me to do, please tell me. I believe that with your reputation, I can definitely give you a reasonable reward."

Mu Guiying smiled slightly;
"Very good, very straightforward. I like dealing with smart people like you."

As she spoke, she stood up, walked slowly to Li Qingyun, and gently grasped his shoulders, "Come with me."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qingyun felt a flash before his eyes, and the scenery in his field of vision changed rapidly, and in a moment it was in the clouds.

He was surrounded by endless white cotton-like clouds and shrouded in mist. In the haze, he could vaguely see the undulating mountains in the distance, as if he was in a fairyland dream.

The wind whispers in your ears, bringing cool breezes that make you feel relaxed and happy. In an instant, all your worries are thrown away, leaving only eternal freedom and tranquility.

After a moment, his body sank and he found himself on the top of a mountain. Looking around, he saw green mountains everywhere with beacon towers scattered all over them, stretching as far as the eye could see.

This is not Bianliang City! The fifth level "Nature God" actually has the ability to travel through space and shrink the earth into an inch?

Li Qingyun was shocked, and when he looked at Mu Guiying beside him, he saw that her temperament had changed again, becoming even more extraordinary, as if she had merged with the landscape, and her every move had the power to move mountains and fill the sea.

At this time, Mu Guiying turned her head and looked at him, as if she could read the surprise and confusion in his heart, and she opened her cherry lips and explained lightly:
"I am the 'Nature God'. I have stronger power in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. I can also descend into famous mountains and rivers with the help of the power of incense. You can think of this as a form of teleportation ability, but it is subject to many restrictions."

Li Qingyun quickly gave him a compliment:
"The Marshal's extraordinary skills are truly eye-opening for me."

Mu Guiying smiled sweetly:
"Why don't you ask where this is and why I brought you here?"

I only care about whether you can take me back on time. We still have to deal with the people from Jinfengxiyu Tower at night. I have already boasted, and it will be embarrassing if I can't go by then... Li Qingyun muttered in his heart, but he didn't slow down at all: "I dare not presume to speculate on the Marshal's thoughts. I don't need to ask what you want to tell me."

Mu Guiying looked into the distance, her eyes penetrating through numerous barriers, examining this endless mountain range, her voice slightly gloomy:

"This is Mount Li, the place where my master, the Old Mother of Mount Li, once lived."

The Mother of Mount Li?

Li Qingyun was shocked, he knew that it was a real mythical figure. She, or the honorable name "Him" only existed in legends. Occasionally, she walked the world in an incarnation to help people in distress, but no one had ever seen her true body.

But why did Mu Guiying bring him to Mount Li, thousands of miles away? Why did she want to take him in as a disciple and pay homage to the ancestors in advance?
Just as he was daydreaming, he heard Mu Guiying continue:
"My master has broken through to the seventh realm and become a 'god' of the incense path. He possesses a demigod body, transcends the human world, travels through the starry sky, and is free. Occasionally, he descends to the mortal world to teach one or two disciples skills.

"I studied with her for ten years, and after I left the mountain after completing my training, I have never seen her again.

"But a year ago, I received two tokens from her and learned that she was in big trouble."

As she spoke, she untied the string around her neck, took out the pendant hidden on her chest, and handed it to Li Qingyun, "Take a look at what this is and see if you can get any useful information from it."

Is this a token from a seventh-level expert? There must be some divinity on it. If I take it and look at it, my spirit body will not collapse immediately... Li Qingyun swallowed his saliva, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand fearfully, allowing Mu Guiying to put the pendant in his hand, but he did not dare to look at it carefully.

"You are very careful, are you scared?"

Mu Guiying's fresh and pleasant voice came, with a teasing smile.

"No, I'm not afraid. The Marshal asked me to take a look, so I'll take a look..."

At this point, Li Qingyun was powerless to resist. He could only think about the "good luck" sign from the previous divination and looked at the pendant in his hand with gritted teeth.

It was a piece of gray-green bone mixed with dark spots, and it still retained the warmth of flesh and a faint body fragrance.

It is about the size and thickness of a human finger bone, and is densely covered with various tiny cracks and dents.

The joints of the finger bones became larger and swollen, and several thin, dark red lines resembling blood vessels spread out like a spider web, as if forming a mysterious symbol.

Li Qingyun's gaze lingered on it for just a moment, and then his mind buzzed with a series of scenes.

Deep in the darkness underground, there was a figure imprisoned by invisible threads beside a sarcophagus. The surrounding area was filled with a decayed and cold atmosphere. It seemed to be a large tomb.

The figure crawling on the ground had a shawl hanging down, his exposed skin was as pale as paper, his face and body were covered with tumors, and even his facial features could not be distinguished.

The tumors squirmed rhythmically as if they were living things. As they twisted, the mysterious runes engraved on the surrounding walls became brighter and darker, flashing strange light.

The figure was dying, his eyes were blurry, his lips were cracked, and he occasionally uttered a weak murmur, as if he was trying to call for help, but his voice was hoarse and filled with creepy despair:
"Help... help me..."

A chilly wind blew in from deep within the tomb, carrying with it waves of rotten stench, stirring the cries for help back and forth in the tomb, interweaving with the sound of dripping water coming from nowhere, creating a strange sense of terror and indescribable pain...

……

(End of this chapter)