【Ding--】

After passing through countless wonderful sights, she stopped in front of a screen of thick fog. Just as she was thinking about where to go, there was a soft sound in her ears.

【jingle--】

The dense fog gradually thinned.

A blurry figure emerged.

The hood of the brocade robe covered the person's face. Shen Tang couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly. He could only see the gorgeous and strangely patterned clothes on the person's body, holding a wooden stick with an extended posture in his hand. Looking at the totem lines, It seems like they belong to some hidden tribe.

Every time the wooden stick hit the ground, it would make a "dinging" sound, and the thick fog would dissipate a little, revealing a road.

"Is this gentleman here to lead the way?"

Shen Tang is familiar with this routine.

The other party didn't speak, just bowed slightly and walked straight forward. Shen Tang shrugged and followed him in big steps. Even so, he couldn't take any time off. He picked a flower at random and hummed a random tune, so time passed quickly.

Seeing the mysterious man stop: "Why don't you leave?"

The other party still didn't speak, but just stepped aside to get out of the way.

"Okay, if you don't speak, I will treat you as if you don't know how to speak. Thank you for leading the way and sending you off." Shen Tang did not embarrass anyone, casually pinned a small red flower to the opponent's wooden staff, and walked straight forward. After passing through the small intestine trail, the view suddenly becomes clear.

Only then did she realize that she was on a mountain peak shrouded in clouds and mist. Thousands of peaks competed in the distance, and thousands of rays of light flashed around.

Some were surrounded by flowing light, with dense pines, cypresses and green bamboos, and the faint sound of phoenixes and cranes could be heard; some were still half-covered by dense clouds and mist, but under the silence was vigorous vitality. Shen Tang built a shed with his hands and saw the mountain peaks. There is a palace standing on the top.

"This looks...a bit like a holy land of mountains and seas?"

Since that year when Lin Feng focused on literature and said that he saw strange visions, Shen Tang had carefully studied the contents of some documents. The scene in front of her was somewhat similar to the rumored mountain and sea holy land, but it was different. She looked at it for a long time and couldn't see it. A doorway.

At this time, footsteps came from behind.

You don't have to turn around to know who it is.

"When will you wake up from this dream?"

Just when she thought this man was really mute, he answered the question incorrectly: "This place is your literary palace."

"Wen Gong? Does he look like this?"

As he finished speaking, there was a strong feeling of weightlessness under his feet.

When this feeling subsided, the surrounding scenery changed again.

She felt as if her soul was about to break away from this heavy body and turn into a wisp of breeze and fly to the ends of the earth. Before she could reflect on this feeling carefully, her feet landed on the ground. When she looked up again, she saw a majestic palace towering into the clouds. Appear.

Above the palace, a plaque reads -

【Holy Land】

It's different from Lin Feng's description back then.

"Can I go in and have a look?"

Just look and don't move.

Turning around, there was a mysterious figure there.

Shen Tang didn't pursue it, and with his thoughts in mind, he moved to the door of the palace, raised his hand and touched the door, and the door opened.

Behind the door, there are hundreds of light groups.

Each light group is wrapped with different words.

Confucianism, military, law, Mohism, Taoism, Yin and Yang...
Chapter completed!