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"Little Brother, is this West Willow Town close to Fenwan Town?"

Chang Lou took out a silver ingot and asked the waiter who was serving him tea.

"West Willow Town and Fenwan Town?"

The second brother was stunned and quickly accepted the silver. He said slowly: "Master, these two towns used to be the same town! That's pretty close. If you want to go, I can let you know some honest coachmen. They have been in and out of town for a long time, so they have a good reputation and good character! "

The money came too quickly, catching everyone off guard. The waiter, who was feeling a bit sorry, decided to serve the house to the end, so he could find a good driver to settle the money in his pocket.

"No need!"

Chang Lou refused. Even though he really wanted to go take a look, he wanted to go to the Qingyang Empire and stop Li Wuyi.

"Alright! Sir, do you need good wine and good meat? I'll tell the cook to do it for you! "

The waiter had a short hand and was very attentive.

"I'll set off now!"

Chang Lou stood up, her eyes staring straight to the west.

"Ah …" The waiter clearly remembered that this lord had paid a large sum of money first. The shopkeeper had reminded him repeatedly not to be negligent, so how could he leave without a mouthful of food? What should he do then!

"Your silver has been paid and your food is almost ready. This …"

Seeing that the waiter was in a bit of a dilemma, Chang Lou naturally understood some of the inn's rules. He could not help but smile, pointing to the old beggars outside who were sunning themselves to catch lice, and said: "Consider it inviting them! If it's not enough, I can give it back! "

After Chang Lou left, the waiter shouted, "Eight bowls of Yang Spring Noodles!"

After leaving the Iron Tiger Pass, they had walked less than twenty miles when they arrived at a mountain valley.

Here the water grass is beautiful, the two sheep are comfortably grazing, too serious to notice the arrival of the house.

With a slight thought, a black pattern appeared on Chang Lou's forehead.

After smashing it into pieces with a palm, Chang Lou quietly left.

Qing Yang, who was grazing in the distance, suddenly raised his head and bleated.

The mournful cries drifted through the Wasteland along with the wind, causing the silent Wasteland to become restless. Very quickly, the restless and calm sounds dispersed.

As he embarked on a new journey, Chang Lou was very calm in his heart. He was going to give it his all!

The final checkpoint at the border between the Qingyang Empire and the Jing Country — — The gate to the world was just in front of them. A steady stream of merchants had already finished their strict investigation and were entering and exiting through the gate.

The massive walls did not hinder his path in the slightest. His gaze penetrated the thick walls and reached the imperial capital of the Qingyang Empire, Li Wuji's residence.

His last battle was most likely there.

The gate of the world was not like the Iron Tiger Pass which required a city fee to enter. Entering here was free, but it required an official's certificate, and it was not allowed without an official's seal.

This made Chang Lou feel a bit awkward. How could he, someone who had nothing to do with anyone in this place, have something like this?

For a moment, he sat on a large rock in front of the pass with a worried look on his face.

"Do you want to climb over the mountains on both sides?"

There were two tall mountains on both sides of the gate. Standing at the foot of the mountain, one wouldn't be able to see the peak and could only see the clouds.

Although this mountain was tall, it was not impossible for a Natal Opening Realm practitioner to climb it.

Looking at the sky, Chang Lou became more or less alert and suddenly leaped up.

His figure flickered, and the passersby only saw a black dot of light jump up. They thought it was some kind of spirit monkey or ferocious beast …

"The World Gate Mountain is not as good as you think!"

The general who was standing on top of the tall city wall with his hands behind his back looked at the black dots that were flashing in the distance and said indifferently.

'Yeah, if it's that easy to get through it, then what's the point of the Three Realms Pass? '

"Just how tall is this mountain?!"

After climbing for two hours, Chang Lou couldn't help but frown as she looked at the seemingly endless mountain.

This mountain was far higher than he had imagined!

"Should I give up?"

Without confirming the success or failure, people would hesitate and easily give up.

The path is beneath my feet. I refuse to believe that this mountain is even taller than I am!

Chang Lou gritted her teeth as she continued patting the top of the mountain.

Six hours later, he was still so far away from the summit, so he couldn't help but guess what had happened.

The red cherry on a long spear swayed in the cold wind, looking like a red wind.

Chang Lou took a step back and walked for about a quarter of an hour.

Seeing the spear still stuck there, Chang Lou couldn't help but shiver.

He walked on for another quarter of an hour, but the spear was still swinging, laughing at the lost man in the cold without worry or anxiety.

With a pale face, he finally understood that he was being naive!

Climbing a mountain to get past this was the child's way of thinking!

The cold wind blew and the muscles on his face trembled.

The building was studying how to open a gap in the maze.

He grabbed onto a huge rock and pulled out a smooth stone.

The long sword in his hand was like a cold, knife-like wind as it quickly rotated. Not long after, a lifelike small stone statue appeared in his hand.

The statue depicted a woman with a beautiful appearance. Her ice-cold face held a hint of a smile, and her beautiful eyes stared at the Chang Residence. It made him feel as if his soul was about to collapse.

He owed her so much that he trembled at the sight of the statue.

He grabbed another rock and quickly carved another one. In this sculpture, her brow creased. Her eyes were like fire or ice, filled with killing intent.

He caressed the cold face of the stone statue. His hands were cold, too. They were cold from the wind, and he was infected by the cold energy that was spreading through his heart.

On the desolate mountain, autumn was still early.

He crushed the mischievous stones into powder and with a flick of his finger, he turned the rock into mud, turning it into a person.

It was still her. Even if the cold wind were to blow against her face, there still wouldn't be much of a change to her face. She was truly like a mischievous stone.

He placed the three stone statues that were the same size in front of him and pulled off the hair covering his eyes.

The stone statue that contained his blood essence and hair became even more vivid, as if it was three living people.

Looking at the three of them, Chang Lou's heart skipped a beat. She formed a seal and struck the statue.

"Stone man pointing the way!"

With a soft shout, the three stone men turned around and faced each other.

"Wish me to get out of here!"

The statue's stone person pointed up, the statue's stone person pointed to the left, and the clay sculpture's stone person pointed down.

There was a possibility in all three directions, but they had just tried, so they could only head west.

After about a hundred more steps, he turned west for another thousand more steps, and finally went down another thousand more.

As the mist faded, the world revealed itself.