This is a claustrophobic time and space.

It does not exist anywhere in this world, it can exist anywhere in this world.

It is a bubble of time and space, a palace of fantasy, and a place that really exists.

People pursue it and get close to it, but they cannot truly possess it.

Just like the scorching sun on the horizon, it is just a projection in the infinite distance. The more intense it becomes, the more illusory it becomes.

There are mountains here, the mountains are ten thousand feet high.

The stone steps are winding and the stairs are steep and steep.

Someone is coming from heaven.

This man was wearing a cleanly washed robe and an ordinary bamboo hat. The wind pressed the loose robe against his body, making him look a bit rugged and thin.

But his steps were steady, and he always looked down at the road - except for the initial glance at the extreme height at the foot of the mountain, he never looked up again during the entire climb.

He has an almost clumsy determination.

It seems that as long as you keep your head down and walk forward, you can reach the end of the world.

There will be disturbances from the wind, there will be packs of wild dogs barking, there will always be people setting up checkpoints, there will be sparrows with tongue-tied tongues, black hearts... These things that everyone knows, do not seem to be in his mind.

He lowered his head and took every step he took.

"This is a country that the world cannot tolerate."

"It is destroyed at any time and reborn at any time."

There was a voice on the mountainside. The voice was distant, as if it were outside the world, wandering around but unable to settle down.

"Time is very detailed here, aging and death both have meaning."

"People have been climbing mountains for thousands of years, but many people have never come back."

"You have completed all the tests and come here. Now I can call you 'fellow Taoist'!"

The sound came from a pair of plump black lips, and thin smoke was exhaled along with the sound.

The white jade pipe was held in the corner of his lips, and the sparks in the pot flickered.

Her beautiful facial features were somewhat haloed because of this, and the feeling of disgust became even stronger.

"But I still want to ask you-"

She leaned lazily on the cliff on the mountainside, folded her arms in front of her, holding a pipe in one hand, her white fingers like hollow jade sculptures: "Why did you join the Equality Nation?"

The man wearing a bamboo hat slowly raised his head, his face shrouded in a shadow, which made it impossible to see his appearance clearly. But his eyes were like stars embedded in the night.

"None of your business?" he asked.

The smoking woman did not feel dissatisfied and said slowly: "I would like to introduce myself to you - the protector of the Ping Dynasty, the best in good times, Zhao Zi."

"Are you Zhao Zi?" the man wearing a bamboo hat asked.

There was a careless question in Zhao Zi's beautiful eyes: "Do you recognize me?"

"I've heard of it," said the man wearing a bamboo hat.

"Huh~" Zhao Zi took a puff of cigarette and said emotionlessly: "What you heard must not be good words."

"I heard that you like shaving people's heads very much." The man wearing a hat was rolling up his sleeves while talking: "It just so happens that I hate bald heads the most."

By the time he finished speaking, his sleeves had already been rolled up.

His steps moved forward.

His fist landed on the cliff, and Zhao Zi, who was originally standing in front of the cliff, was already flying in the air. The green smoke behind him almost formed a cloud.

Buzz~!

At this time, there was a dull and long roar, moving in the mountain, like the mournful cry of the mountains.

"You hate bald heads, so go kill them! The Two Holy Lands of Buddhism, East and West, and a nunnery are not enough for you to kill?" Zhao Zi did not feel any fear, but his tone was careless, with a little good humor and amusement:

"What are you doing to me?"

The man wearing a bamboo hat pulled out his fist from the cliff. It was a clean and delicate fist, as if made of jade. After the fist left the cliff, only a faint hole was left, through which the skylight streamed.

The mountain was penetrated.

"The Holy Duke asked me which position I want after joining the Ping Dynasty. I have thought about it now -" He looked at Zhao Zi and said, "I will be Zhao Zi."

Zhao Zi also looked into his eyes and confirmed: "Every name in the country of equality will be replaced only after Ren's death."

The man wearing a bamboo hat said: "We don't have to be an exception."

Zhao Zi took out the jade pipe and slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth. A wisp of murderous aura flew up to Liu Mei along with the smoke: "Try it."

The man wearing a bamboo hat jumped high without saying a word.

Just this one leap made the space tremble!

At this moment, an old voice sounded, resounding in the darkness - "Internal fighting is prohibited in the Equality Country."

The invisible force fell down, smoothing the waves in the space, pushing the two real people back to the mountain road, and erasing their murderous aura.

The voice said: "We come together because of our common ideals and are determined to change the world. There is such a long way to go! No one should die in another's selfish heart."

Zhao Zi put the white jade pipe in his mouth again, dispelled his fighting posture, and said in a polite tone: "I stopped by to see the newcomer, and I never expected the newcomer to be so ferocious."

The man wearing a hat said: "I hate the tone of her voice."

"Do you hate me smoking a pipe?" Zhao Zi asked.

"It could also be because of this reason." The man wearing a hat said.

"Our ideals are too difficult to accommodate your personal dislike." The old voice said: "Newcomer, if you insist on doing this, I can only reject you on behalf of the Equality Country."

"Since we are a country of equals, why is her name in front?" The man wearing a hat said: "I also want to be the best in good times."

"There is always someone who comes first," the old voice replied.

The man wearing a bamboo hat asked again: "If the country of equality emphasizes first come, first served, then why are Zhao Zi, Qian Chou, Sun Yin and Li Mao at the front all real people, and those behind are all gods. The four of them are real people.

Is yours the first one to come?"

Zhao Zi blew out a smoke ring helplessly: "You have a lot of problems."

"Shut up." The man in the hat looked at her seriously: "I didn't ask you."

The old voice said: "Of course the earliest ranking is also related to strength. But the ranking doesn't mean anything. The name is just a code name."

"I'm better than her, why can't I replace her?" asked the man wearing a hat.

"Hey!" Zhao Zi was slightly dissatisfied: "We haven't finished the fight yet! Are you drawing your own conclusions?"

The old voice said: "We, the people of the equal country, can only die for our ideals. We must not die for power or internal struggle. Zhao Zi is my fellow Taoist, not my subordinate. I can't replace her, except for death

She cannot be replaced for any reason other than - I say this, can you understand?"

"Holy Duke, you should have said it earlier." The man wearing a bamboo hat said.

The old voice said: "In the letter to you, there are several names you can choose from. Didn't you read it carefully?"

"I hate reading letters." said the man in the hat.

"Ah!" Zhao Zi said with surprise, "You are really incredibly willful."

The man wearing a bamboo hat pointed at Zhao Zi rudely: "Actually, this woman can also choose those names. I will be Zhao Zi - okay! What other names can I choose?"

He felt the rejection of him by this time and space, and had to let go of his obsession with Zhao Zi.

The old voice said: "Wang Wei has just died in the battle, and several candidates have not yet competed to determine the winner. As well as those who died in the Jiaowu Mountain operation-"

"Just Wang Wei." The man wearing a bamboo hat said.

"Don't look at anything else?" the old voice asked.

The man wearing a bamboo hat said: "I like this name."

"Your likes and dislikes are very direct." Shenggong's voice fell from the ethereal height, showing no emotion or anger.

The new 'Wang Wei' stood there: "Just as I began to hate this world, so I came to the country of equality."

"Hmm... world-weary kid." Zhao Zi held a jade pipe in his mouth and raised his beautiful eyes: "I also have a bad impression of this world. We are indeed Taoist friends."

Wang Wei didn't even look at her: "It doesn't affect my dislike of you."

"Very good! Of course you have to hate me if you are tired of the world. You and I are both part of this world!" Zhao Zi showed no anger, and Shi Shiran walked down the mountain: "Wang Weicheng is a real person, but Zhou Chen, Wu Si, and Zheng Wu are going to

I can’t sit still!”

Of the twelve guardians of the Ping Dynasty, only the first four are real people. Now there is a fifth real person, but his name is Wang Wei, who is ranked eighth. It is really difficult for someone who is ranked before Wang Wei and whose strength is only Shenlin.

Peace of mind.

Wang Wei stood on the mountain road, motionless, and let the woman pass by him.

But I saw a huge roar in the distance, filled with smoke, and then dissipated in the clouds.

At this time, the mountain road is empty, except for the king who is not independent.

You can't see the height from above, and you can't see the place from below.
To be continued...