The two people who were currently staying at the Empress's residence in the summer resort on Peiling Mountain seemed to have entered a chess game with an unpredictable outcome.
There are three options. Both sides fight to the death. Only one side will gain. The loser will most likely die.
One side gives in, for example Chen Pingan chooses to bear the consequences of killing the summer queen, or the scholar gets an advantage and refuses to behave and throw dirty water on Chen Pingan's head.
Or the two of them can each take a step back and leave the chess game of Peking Mountain together. This is what is called, you talk about the morality of the world, I talk about making peace and wealth, and both sides turn the spearhead and point at the other five monsters.
Chen Ping'an asked: "Are you not a demon? Are you the ghost spirit who eats evil in the ghost valley?"
The scholar patted his sleeves and said angrily: "A living person, a big living person, with a pure yang and righteousness. It's as good as fake. The previous method of subduing demons was just a side trick to scare you. You can walk around the world without hiding your identity."
How can the means be achieved?"
Chen Ping'an asked: "Then shall we form an alliance? Let's go find trouble with the Bichen Yuanjun nearby?"
The scholar's eyes were strange.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the bones of the Summer Empress on the ground, and it became clear that he was no longer on the right track, which was a bit of a leak.
Since the summer queen is dead, how can this peeling cave house not have any wealth? There is no reason to enter the treasure mountain and come back empty-handed. At first glance, it seems that he is not a monk who is good at robbing families and homes.
Chen Pingan changed the subject and asked with a smile: "You are so thoughtful, you must be familiar with the treasure house and secrets of this Guanghan Palace. How about we split the harvest from this mountain 50-50?"
The scholar shook his head and said: "In this Peeling Mountain, three to seven, you are three to seven, you are just squatting on the wall to watch the show, and I will give you three points, which is a lot. After killing the monsters on the other hills, it depends on their abilities and efforts.
Size, then make a decision."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Four or six."
The scholar hesitated, and finally showed a reluctant expression, pointing to the skeleton on the ground, and said: "Although the white bones of this summer queen are not the white jade bones of ghosts and spirits, they can absorb the sun and moon in the Ghost Valley.
The essence has been tempered for nearly a thousand years, and has been tempered to a point that is slightly better than the golden branches and jade leaves of the earthly immortals. I cherish it very much. After giving it to you, we will divide it again and again. The moral justice of the world is enough, right?"
Chen Ping'an sneered: "After I accept such a hot thing, it's like smearing yellow mud on my crotch. Shouldn't it be divided into four and six?"
Furthermore, the most precious thing among Shanze monsters is naturally the demon pill.
He must have been swallowed whole by the scholar and took the biggest advantage early.
The scholar pretended to be enlightened, patted his head, and apologized: "I made a mistake. Okay, let's split the account between four and six, and keep these bones here. Come on, I will take you to the Huoluoshan treasure house to search for rare treasures."
The entrance is right under the summer queen's mandarin duck couch. This female toad is not highly cultivated, but she still got a lot of treasures thanks to her concubine's reward and the compromises made by the other five monsters."
The scholar walked into the main door first.
Chen Pingan held the Sword Immortal behind him, jumped off the wall, followed the scholar, and with a wave of his sleeve, he collected the bones within easy reach.
The scholar stopped and turned around, with a surprised look on his face.
Chen Ping'an smiled and explained: "If the peeling mountain spirit accidentally sees it, wouldn't it be a bad thing? If the time comes, it will alert the snake and delay our next mission of killing monsters. I'd better put it away first."
The scholar smiled and said: "Then I still have to thank you?"
Chen Pingfang ignored it and looked around. There were many rare treasures in this extremely spacious boudoir. However, the makeup was a little heavy. The murals were actually some unsightly erotic pictures. They were very large and had to be one foot high. Fortunately, the paintings were
The man and woman in the middle are no more than the size of date stones. They represent both the emperor's palace and the brothel's sexual intercourse. In one painting, the man and woman are wearing Taoist robes. The man has an air of immortality and the woman is full of divine light, as if she is a Taoist couple.
Practicing Fangzhongshu, the scrolls and the dense regular script annotations, these are probably Zhu Lian's so-called fairy books?
The scholar kicked the huge mandarin duck couch, and with skillful force, it slid several feet away without making any sound.
The scholar squatted on the ground. There was a round piece of fine iron as bright as a mirror inlaid on the floor, as big as a basin. The scholar lowered his head and looked at it intently, as if he was trying to crack the mechanism.
The scholar turned around and looked away, furious. Good guy, he has finally learned what it means to be a gangster like a comb and a soldier to be like a grate. That green-shirted knight wearing a bamboo hat, not to mention the six paintings that hide the mysteries of cultivation.
The fairy picture actually included all the bottles and cans on the summer queen’s dressing table. Why, I’ve never seen money in my life? But the scholar quickly turned his head and continued to look at the spotless piece of treasure.
The mirror was made of strange fine iron, but there was a hint of gloom between the scholar's brows. He knew that he would have to walk into the treasure house of Guanghan Hall next and encounter real treasures, but he still plundered these worthless objects like this. Could it be that there are so many things so close at hand?
Body? A square-inch object does not have such a big appetite.
Chen Ping'an was still rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, and asked: "First go and say that the Summer Empress is of the Moon Palace species. What do you mean?"
The scholar gently wiped the edge of the "round mirror" with one hand, kneading the secrets in his sleeve with his fingers, and kept doing mental calculations. He replied casually: "There are sun and moon in the sky and the earth. The moon is the sect of Yin-Jing. It is said that there was a moon palace in ancient heaven.
It is called Guanghan. In the Moon Palace, there are the laurel trees, rabbit spirits and toads, all of whom are ancestors of the Moon Palace species. Under the cool mist and the immortal energy, each of them has become a spirit. Like this summer queen, they are the descendants of the Moon Palace toads.
, it’s just like those dragons with thousands of species, varying in height, cloud and mud, Peeling Mountain is just a passable monster of the Moon Palace species.”
Chen Pingan praised: "You are very knowledgeable."
When the scholar was delving into the secrets of the treasure house's mechanism, Chen Ping'an did not get close to him. No matter how he searched for the treasures in the room, he always stayed ten steps away from him, which was an implicit attitude.
Chen Pingan picked a rosewood chair and sat down.
After hearing this, the scholar shook his head and sighed: "My life has a limit, but my knowledge has no limit."
Chen Ping'an said casually: "If there is no limit, then there is no limit. That's the end of it."
The scholar turned his head and glanced at Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an crossed his legs, twisted his wrist, took out the jade bamboo folding fan presented by Cui Dongshan, and gently fanned the breeze.
The scholar had turned his head, and he stretched out a finger and tapped the mirror surface gently. On the mirror surface, which was as round as the bright moon, something began to rise slowly.
It eventually turned into a palace-like building, like a pavilion rising in the bright moon.
Chen Pingan hurriedly put away the folding fan and went into the square objects. Regardless of any taboos, he came to the scholar's side and stared at the originally flawless fine iron. When he looked at it from a distance, he saw that it was a smooth mirror that had been tempered for thousands of times. How could he have thought of it?
Is there such a mystery? What makes Chen Pingan even more amazed is that even if he is concentrating on staring at this object, no matter how he looks at it, he still feels that the previous "fit" is too exaggerated. The scholar frowned, and took action again and again, and moved the
The closed door of the palace was pushed back and returned to the shape of a flat mirror. Chen Ping'an stared at it intently and marveled at how such exquisite casting techniques could exist in the world.
Chen Ping'an didn't care whether there might be three hundred taels of silver here, and said: "Don't worry, I won't sneak up on you."
The scholar sat cross-legged and said slowly: "It is undoubtedly a magic weapon created by the Mohist organ master. It is very old. This thing belongs to you. After it enters the treasure house, how about three or seven points? How about it?"
Chen Pingan nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
The scholar suddenly smiled and tapped the mirror with his fingers. In the blink of an eye, a miniature palace rose again, and the door of the mansion slowly opened, causing the entire building to begin to shine, making the two people's faces shine. Then
The whole floor began to creak. The scholar stretched out his hand, and a bright ball appeared in his hand, like a fairy holding a bright moon in his hand. Then he twisted his wrist and rubbed his hands together, and the palace on the surface of the bright moon became like a palace.
The secret realm of the fairy family shrinks back to the roots of the underground mountains.
A secret passage appeared on the floor. It was not dark, and the dim yellow light swayed slightly. It was probably a fairy method similar to that illuminated by lanterns in the mural city.
The scholar handed the ball in his hand to Chen Ping'an, "After three or seven minutes, it's agreed."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Of course."
Both of their movements were slightly stagnant.
One person passes things and another person receives them, both with one hand.
The scholar smiled slightly, and the other drooping sleeve moved slightly, and the vision subsided.
Chen Ping'an's hand, which was huddled in his sleeve and held a bunch of walnuts, also gently let go.
Only then did the treasures be handed over.
Chen Ping'an put the ball into the nearby objects and followed the scholar into the tunnel.
The tunnel extending all the way down is slightly damp, with a strong Yin Qi, and the walls are covered with moss. It is indeed a moon palace species building a secret lair.
Finally, the two came to a cave at the end.
There were two white skeletons sitting side by side, one tall and one low, one tall and one slender. They seemed to be a male and female Taoist couple. Their hands were close to each other and held tightly together. It was vaguely possible to see that the two died peacefully.
One has an imperial crown on his head and is wearing a pure yellow dragon robe, while the other has never worn a phoenix crown or robe, but only wears an immortal robe that is almost a Taoist robe but not a Taoist robe.
In addition, there are three boxes stacked in the corner.
The scholar frowned and said nothing while facing the two white bones.
Chen Pingan asked: "Is it a certain monarch on the losing side in the battle at the Skeleton Beach site?"
The scholar nodded and said: "It is very likely that he is the king of Longshan Kingdom. When he was young, he was a down-to-earth concubine and grandson. At that time, the largest sect in the south of Luzhou in Beiju was called Qingde Sect. The monks who achieved Taoism on the mountain were all known as
Yin Xian. The conflict between the two dynasties traced back to its origin. In fact, it was the internal strife of the Dezong of the Qing Dynasty, but it was kept secret by the immortal families in later generations. This monarch was determined to practice Taoism when he was young. He wore a white dragon fish suit and went to visit the mountain.
Immortal, there were thirty people in total who were accepted as direct disciples of Qing De Sect in the same year as him. At first, they were not very impressive, and they were just regarded as ordinary disciples of Cuiweifeng Ancestral Hall, but within a short period of time, the rest of Beiju Luzhou
The top of the mountain noticed something strange. Half of the thirty people were actually good talents from the earthly immortal embryos. The other half also had their own destiny and should not be underestimated. Therefore, the scene of the thirty people climbing the mountain to become their disciples attracted the attention of later generations.
Countless people have had daydreams, and there are poems from later generations to prove it, "With the sound of a drum, a golden door opens, and thirty immortal materials are covered with green hair." And this king of Longshan Kingdom is one of them. Among the proud men of heaven, he is still considered to be the most qualified.
He was a good leader, but it was a pity that the members of the royal family of Longshan Kingdom who were qualified to succeed the throne died one after another, so he had to go down the mountain. Although he was already in the Longmen realm, he still chose to cut off the Changsheng Bridge and inherit the throne. There are unofficial histories of barnyard officials circulating in the streets, saying that he
I have a close relationship with a master's aunt from Fengmingfeng of Dezong of the Qing Dynasty. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."
The scholar sighed and stopped looking at the two pairs of bones. The dragon robe was just an ordinary thing in the world. It was just precious and precious. The dragon energy contained in the man had been absorbed or dissipated on its own. After all, once Guo Zuo was cut off, the dragon energy would be gone.
will be dispersed, and the Qingde Sect robe worn by the female cultivator is not a magic weapon of any rank, but an ordinary monk from the inner sect of the Qingde Sect. Everyone will be given an ordinary robe by the Patriarch Hall. This earthly monarch
, and the female cultivator from Fengming Peak, they are probably both nostalgic.
The scholar went to open three boxes one after another. One box contained thousands of dazzling white snow coins. In one box was an ancient statue stele, engraved with dense seal scripts. As for the box that had been placed at the bottom.
There was only one thing in the box, which was a small knee-high stone pound, which was no different from what people in the market used to pound glutinous rice.
The scholar's eyes changed slightly and he shook his head slightly, obviously feeling that the guess in his mind was impossible.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Could it be the legendary stone hammer that the Rabbit in the Moon Palace used to make medicine?"
The scholar chuckled and said, "Then let's... have a bet?"
Chen Pingan asked: "What kind of gambling method?"
The scholar pointed to the stone pound inside the box, "This item counts as seven, and the others count as three, but I let you choose first."
Chen Pingan had no hesitation in choosing three.
The scholar quickly said: "Don't choose yet, I regret it."
The scholar patted it down gently, and the stone immediately turned into powder, but a piece of jade shaped like a white bowl was revealed. He said regretfully: "Sure enough, this white jade bowl is the place where this summer empress achieved enlightenment."
, since it is a moon palace species, we made a stone carcass and wrapped it in it, probably to seek a good omen."
The scholar picked up the bowl and put it in the palm of his hand. On the bottom of the bowl were eight characters in small regular script, "Qingde hides the immortal, and invites the moon with wine."
It is one of the sacrificial vessels of the Patriarch Hall of the Qing De Sect.
Just a spiritual weapon.
But for the summer empress who has become a spiritual master, it is naturally of great significance.
Chen Pingan asked: "Are you going to choose the Longmen Monument or a box of snow?"
The scholar's eyelids twitched.
There are also ancient seal scripts in the world. Some ancient seal scripts cannot be recognized at all unless they belong to the powerful sects of the Xian family who have inherited them in an orderly manner.
How did this young foreigner recognize the two ancient seal characters "Longmen" at the head of the monument?
The scholar smiled.
This underground grotto is really suitable for fighting to the death.
But at this moment, the man said unexpectedly: "Not only does this Longmen statue belong to you, but a box of snow will cost you seven and me three, and then I want those two sets of bones."
The scholar said doubtfully: "Those two bones are really worthless. This female nun from the Qing De Sect was only in the Dragon Gate realm before she was born, and her robe is just mediocre. It's not worth a few cents. Believe it or not, you just need to reach out for that dragon robe."
If you touch it lightly, it will turn into ashes?"
The scholar smiled playfully, "Besides, it's not appropriate to strip a dead person of his clothes and he's a female cultivator, isn't it?"
Chen Pingan said: "You don't have to worry about it."
The scholar nodded and said, "Then it's settled."
He rolled up his sleeves and put away the stone tablet together with the wooden box, while Chen Pingan put the two sets of bones into the nearby objects at the same time.
Obviously, the scholar also carries at least one thing that is close to him.
As for the box of snow coins, Chen Pingan received about 1,500 snow coins.
The scholar got the big head, but he was still not satisfied, "The summer queen of Huoluo Mountain needs to pay homage to her great supporter from time to time. Her family is still a bit thin, otherwise a golden elixir monster would have more than this."
Chen Ping'an said: "In the Guixi Valley, it is very difficult to survive despite being beaten to death. How can you compare with the golden elixir and earthly immortals outside?"
The scholar nodded and said: "Correct answer."
Chen Pingan asked casually: "Do you have any water storage device such as a drinking bottle?"
In an instant.
Chen Ping'an had already unsheathed his sword, and the two flying swords of the first and fifteenth days were traveling through the ground. One of them was pointed directly at the scholar's Tianling Gai, and the other was hovering behind the scholar, with the tip of the sword pointed at the back of his heart.
The scholar said helplessly: "What are you doing? Are you going to take advantage of others? Do you really want to wait until we have leveled the other five caves on the top of the mountain one by one, and each of us has a good meal, before we start fighting for our lives again?"
Chen Pingan's expression was solemn, and he immediately sensed the murderous intention of the other party.
The murderous intention that emerged in the scholar's heart was even more serious than the place where the summer queen died.
Chen Ping'an saw that the scholar's state of mind and expression were completely different at this moment.
Chen Ping'an asked Chu Yi and Fifteen to snatch back the sword gourd and put the sword fairy into its sheath. "I was dazzled just now. I mistakenly thought that there was a ghost guarding the cave, and I wanted to sneak attack you."
The scholar laughed and said: "I never thought that this elder brother would also have a compassionate heart. He is just dizzy and dizzy. When the fight comes on other mountains, don't hold me back."
Chen Pingan laughed it off.
The two of them left the grotto together, walked through the dimly lit tunnel, and returned the same way.
Walk side by side.
The scholar smiled and said, "What do you call me, brother?"
Chen Ping'an said: "My surname is Chen, and my name is a good person."
The scholar seemed to be choked and was speechless for a moment.
I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such a shameless person.
Chen Pingan asked: "What about you?"
The scholar still hadn't recovered, and said feebly: "I won't say my last name. You can call me Mu Mao, the woody wood."
Chen Pingan nodded, "It's a good name."
The scholar said: "No good man is as good as my brother."
Chen Ping'an said: "Where, where."
The scholar suddenly laughed and asked: "Do you know the roots of Bichen Yuanjun?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "You also know that I am a foreigner. This time I entered the Ghost Valley just to see the scenery. I just passed by the Peeling Mountain accidentally. How could I know the origin of these monsters? However, these monsters are also interesting. I dare to call them the Six Saints together.
, either the Empress or the Yuanjun, even the monsters under her dare to call themselves gentlemen."
The scholar said: "The monsters in this small place are actually poor and particular. That Bichen Yuanjun was originally a smart little mink in Xiaoxuandu Temple. He gnawed two pieces of the incense candle that saluted heaven and earth and refused to give up.
He secretly ate the sesame oil in the glass cup. After eating it secretly, he accidentally knocked over the glass cup, so he became enlightened and became a spiritual master. At that time, he was bumped into by a little fairy boy. In anger, he used a dust whisk to kill him.
His flesh and blood were bruised from the whipping, and he was dying. He never thought that the old god would take pity on this fate. Not only did he release it from the Taoist temple and the peach forest, but he also grabbed a handful of thousands of years of soil from under the peach tree and rubbed it on its wound.
Therefore, this little mink is not afraid of water, fire or weapons, and ordinary magical weapons cannot harm it at all."
The scholar recounted these secrets as if he had witnessed them with his own eyes, "This little mink left the peach forest. From then on, the sky was vast, the mountains were king, he named himself Yuanjun, and he opened up caves. He was very happy and free. But it was still the same.
I was thinking about the incense of the place of enlightenment at Xiao Xuandu Temple, and I was especially in awe of the old immortal, so I dedicated a memorial tablet to the old immortal at Xiao Xuandu Temple on the hilltop of my house, and offered incense every day. There are spirits in the world.
Most of them are like this. They are very respectful to the place of enlightenment and the opportunity to become spiritual. Summer Empress is like this, and so is this little mink. Having said that, this Bichen Yuanjun is as good as Summer Empress, and he is also a great person.
My backing spirit, aren't you afraid of offending the god who is the patron? After all, it depends on the owner when it comes to beating a dog."
Chen Ping'an said, "Then we won't provoke Bichen Yuanjun and go directly to trouble the Great Sage of Moving Mountains."
The scholar laughed and said: "There is no need for this. The old immortal just respects the fate of Taoism and has no more concerns about Xiao Diao himself. Let's work together and kill him as soon as he can."
Chen Pingan asked: "How can you guess and see through the mind of an old Taoist immortal? I heard that practitioners, before the opportunity comes, they most hope for the eventuality, but after attaining the Tao, they are also most afraid of that possibility.
just in case."
The scholar began to act rogue, "Believe it or not, I have to go to Yongshan, the place where Bichen Yuanjun lives. The place where the great sage Bianshan is is very busy recently.
The generals of the Thunder God should be drinking and feasting together, planning something together. Maybe the daughter of the old turtle should also be attentive to the Great Sage of Moving Mountains, but Bichen Yuanjun doesn't like the excitement, so he will probably fall asleep at this moment.
Now that the order has been placed, if you think the name of Xiao Xuandu Guan is too scary, how about we get together and go away? You take the Yangguan Road and I take my single-plank bridge, how about that?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Then it's easy to get together and part ways."
The scholar was surprised again, but he didn't say anything more.
He just thought that he had met a weirdo.
After the two returned to the Summer Palace, the scholar stretched out his palm to signal Chen Ping'an to take the first step and leave the Peeling Mountains first, so as not to mistakenly think that he would run out of the Guanghan Palace first, and then beat the gongs and drums to disturb the Peeling Mountains.
Demon.
Chen Pingan jumped up to the wall and left quietly.
The scholar stood where he was. The reason why he acted so kindly was that he didn't want to quarrel with each other and cause trouble. He was also happy to have this person go to the Monkey King to attract attention, so that he could take care of the Bichen Yuan in his own time.
Sir, let’s do the tooth sacrifice again. These monsters are not high in cultivation and have their own pattern, but they help each other. This is the foundation of their existence in the Ghost Valley. Otherwise, they only need to come to a Nascent Soul and sweep them around.
They were defeated easily, but how could they hold up until today? In history, a Nascent Soul Yin spirit in the northern city tried to crush the demons with his own realm, but suffered a big loss here, and almost surrendered to the Jixiao.
Mountain.
The scholar raised his palm and spit it out gently. A vermilion demon pill hovered in the palm of his hand, spinning around and sending out bursts of mist and cold air.
He is not a ghost. Once he swallows this thing, it will only destroy his own path.
The scholar had a small crystal clear white jade box in his hand. He put the demon elixir in it and sealed it. He dusted his sleeves and saw that the essence of the Summer Queen's flesh and blood had been absorbed by the robe.
The robe that Xian Xiexiu took off was called "Hundred Eyes Taotie". In fact, it was not of high rank at first, and it was not even considered a magic weapon. He wore it, not only to hide his identity, but more importantly, this robe, in fact,
It can grow. In the past few years, it has been rare to go out to relax, and most of the demon slaying and demon killing that I have been inspired to do have become the nourishment of this robe.
The scholar suddenly stretched out his fingers, rubbed his brows, and said to himself: "Why did you stop me from killing people in the grotto earlier? It means destroying some of your merits, but what does it mean? When you kill the three corpses next year, naturally
Everything can be ended. You are also interesting. Among the other Taoists who have attained the Golden Immortality, I am the first one to be beheaded. It’s good for you, but you deliberately left it until the end.”
The scholar was silent for a moment, with a complicated look on his face.
Turn up your sleeves.
It turned into a billowing black smoke, penetrated into the ground, and disappeared instantly.
In a house in Guanghan Palace, a fan-wielding spirit who calls himself a gentleman of the academy, together with an old man with a goat's beard, join a gang of Huoshan people to compose frames?/
This "gentleman" was a little depressed, and drank to drown his sorrows there. The other fools, who also had no eyesight, got drunk, danced on their hands and feet, spitted everywhere, and spoke carelessly. This one said that the summer queen has a round butt,
I'm willing to die even if I touch it. The girl who said that the King of Heihe has big breasts will definitely drill into her if she gets the chance. There are even more reckless people who say that the great sage who can move mountains is nothing. As long as the summer queen gives an order, I will do it.
A punch can break the head of that mountain-moving ape...
The fan-wielding demon drank the wine in one gulp. He felt that it was a terrible sight to be drinking with these guys. I was sorry for the golden and golden wine in the cup.
It lamented, shaking the fan with one hand and shaking the empty wine glass with the other, "Wine is a source of joy, it removes worries and brings joy. If fate is like this, let's put something into the cup..."
The other spirits didn't think it was weird and laughed loudly. This gentleman started to feel sour again.
The fan-wielding spirit raised his head and glanced at the summer queen's yard. She felt hot in her abdomen. No matter what, the queen's figure was really excellent.
Thinking that I have been riding in the Huoluo Mountain for so many years, I have not gained many benefits. Instead, it wants to be the guest of the summer queen. In the eyes of living people, this queen may not be beautiful, but to these mountain monsters
, it cares about what it does, but it is also afraid of the Summer Queen's bed tricks that even gods are afraid of. If it is not careful, it will really die under the peony flowers.
Almost every few years, the summer queen has to go out alone. No one knows who she is going to see or what she is doing.
There are different opinions.
Some say that the Queen of Summer Resort is the concubine of the lord of Fenlang City, others say that the real owner of Huoluo Mountain is the ghost king who is as famous as Pu Chun of Bailong City, and some say that the Queen of Summer Resort is the only daughter of the King of Heihe.
relation.
The fan-wielding monster drank wine, feeling a little sour.
Why is it that the summer queen doesn’t want to have a heart-to-heart relationship with herself?
It's a little drunk.
I wonder if I can be like the summer queen in this life, sitting on a mountain, building a luxurious mansion, and calling the wind and rain, so majestic.
I wonder if one day in the future, I can leave this ghost valley and go to the vast world beyond the Skeleton Beach, go to the Confucian academy, meet real scholars, and read real Confucian classics.
Diyong Mountain.
It is much more heavily guarded than Hualuo Mountain.
A decent mountain-protecting formation was also built.
But for scholars, it is still like being in a deserted place.
However, it is very difficult to kill monsters, seize treasures, and search for treasures without causing any disturbance.
The scholar was not in a hurry. He entered Diyong Mountain and stood on a pine tree with lush branches, wanting to wait.
As long as the mountains and rivers formation of the Mountain-Moving Sage is activated, it means that the guy has started to break into the mountains, or his whereabouts are leaked, then it is time to take action yourself.
The only thing you need to be careful about is the old turtle in the Laolong Cave and the little turtle in the Black River who has a sworn relationship with the Summer Empress. It's not that they are afraid of joining forces with Diyong Mountain, but that the father and daughter are quite difficult to kill. If
They have to protect Bichen Yuanjun, which is more difficult. In the final analysis, the scholar's trip to kill monsters is just for leisure, just like getting a ridiculous new scholar in Tongfen City to relieve boredom.
This Bichen Yuanjun and the old turtle of King Heihe, one is based in Xiaoxuandu, and the other has some connection with Dayuanyue Temple. It is an old turtle kept in the release pond in the temple. It has not yet been seen in the Bone Beach.
Before it became an ancient battlefield site, according to official history records, before the old turtle became a spirit, he spent many years in the temple listening to sutras. Later, two dynasties fought, involving more than a dozen vassal states, and the temple was destroyed by the old monk who had already become a golden Arhat.
Using his great supernatural power to shelter him, he was able to avoid the disaster of the war, and finally moved into the Peach Grove of the Ghost Valley, becoming neighbors with Xiaoxuan Duguan, who was originally thousands of miles away.
The old turtle secretly left the temple and proclaimed himself the King of the Black River. He occupied a bottomless cave and named it Laolong Cave. He raised a pair of golden turtles and said they were his daughter's dowry.
His daughter named herself Fuhai Yuanjun. The old turtle rarely showed up. She took care of the affairs on the mountain. There was a surging river outside the Laolong Cave, which she occupied. She led the aquatic monsters under her command and made trouble all the year round. This little turtle was born with
Dark and strong, the Lord of Fenlang City once bumped into it and made a heart-piercing remark, saying that the little turtle was so good at warding off evil spirits, and that no matter how ungrateful I was, even if I turned off the lights, I would never do anything.
I couldn't keep my mouth shut. It was the first great shame and humiliation in my life to be inflicted by this Yuanjun.
The scholar stood on the tree, first took a breath, and the Yin Qi contained in the ancient pine was absorbed. Then he spit it out gently, and the surrounding area suddenly turned into mist. Then he opened his palms and used his fingers to
Drawing symbols.
View mountains and rivers from the palm of your hand.
The palm of his hand flickered.
Conjuring up a landscape painting of Diyongshan Mansion.
The scene in the scroll is a bit blurry. This is because he doesn't want to reveal any clues. After all, the Bichen Yuanjun comes from the Taoist lineage and has a golden elixir cultivation level. He can feel the emotions inexplicably.
There is a high platform in Diyongshan Mansion, where a banquet is being held.
The scholar smiled bitterly.
I saw the monsters gathered together at the banquet on the high platform. Each one of them had a pure and honest appearance. In the eyes of the scholar, they were like a noble follower, appearing ferociously behind the monster to protect the master.
The scholar murmured: "What's going on? Why are we all here at Yongshan? That guy has better luck than me? Did he hit it by mistake, or did he anticipate it?"
Monks and gods all have Dharma appearances, while monsters that transform into human forms have their true identity. The higher the level of cultivation, the blurrier the true identity becomes. After entering the Yuanying, the true identity can be completely converged. And under the Nascent Soul, especially
It is a golden elixir monster, its true form is the most condensed and stable, and it is also the most difficult to conceal.
Yuanying monks with profound Taoism, as well as some sect golden elixirs that have been passed down for a long time, can often see through the true nature of monsters.
The scholar quickly put away his magical power of observing mountains and rivers.
When I caught a glimpse from the high platform, I saw the Mountain-Moving Great Sage who turned out to be a silver-backed ape, a fat rat-like monster-catching immortal, and the Thunder God General with a colorful python entangled behind him.
Of course, there is also Bichen Yuanjun, who is actually a golden-haired mink.
In addition, there is also a golden elixir ghost.
Except for the father and daughter from Laolongku and Heihe, everyone is here, except for one more golden elixir ghost who likes to compete with Skin City.
The scholar said helplessly: "Don't be locked up and beaten. My luck won't be so bad, right?"
As a small world that has existed for thousands of years, Ghost Valley has some invisible suppression on Qi practitioners. The higher the realm, the heavier the confinement.
Furthermore, the suppression against some Qi practitioners with special status is not small.
Such as him.
Ordinary people may not be accustomed to the environment. This is especially true for those who practice spiritual practice.
Especially for him, the eight-character pure yang is incompatible with this ghost valley. If it weren't for the cultivation method, which is extremely superb and far beyond the reach of other heretics. He can blend with his own numerology of water and fire, and the yin and yang complement each other. Otherwise, he would come to this ghost valley.
It will be very troublesome. If you hang a lantern high in the dark night, you will only become the target of thousands of ghosts and ghosts.
The scholar began to mutter to himself again, "Let's go?"
After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Then wait and see. Don't let me die in the hands of others, otherwise your situation will be seriously flawed."
Now that the scholar has made a decision, his mind is as calm as water.
He actually started to watch the changes, simply closing his eyes and concentrating, breathing in and out.
Let's refine the Longmen Stone Tablet a little and see if it can work. It will be the icing on the cake.
A dense cloud of sweet rain falls, and in the water house, there is like an old dragon wandering in the clouds, spreading water through the clouds.
In the Fire Mansion, there was a burly man covered in flames who looked like a fire god. He was forging a short sword. When he struck it with his arms, a burst of sparks flew out.
In another key acupoint, there are mountains and lush green trees. There is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain with green glazed tiles and a gold plaque hanging.
There is also an orifice, which is like a battlefield filled with golden energy, with two armies facing each other, fighting each other.
And when the scholar tried to refine the statue stele obtained from the Peking Mountain, a stone stele stood up in the water palace, slowly rising into the sky, with the words "Dragon Gate" on the top of the stele, each stroke after stroke, continuously blooming with golden light.
The scholar did not refine the entire stone tablet in one go. After the word "Dragon Gate" was successfully manifested, he gave up. He opened his eyes and let out a breath of turbid air.
The scholar shook his sleeves and looked at the mansion. One by one, monsters rose into the air and flew towards him slowly. As for the mountain protection formation covering Diyong Mountain, it opened instantly, but he was not too worried.
care.
The scholar turned his head and looked in the direction of the Great Sage Mountain of Moving Mountain, and said with a smile: "Good brother, good brother, I have taken advantage of Huoluo Mountain, now just think that I return some benefits to you. If you can't even get any benefits,
If I can’t return home with a full load, I will be really disappointed.”
The scholar glanced at Baojing Mountain again, wondering how the business there was going.
The land of the five elements, the mirror of three mountains and nine princes.
It is his last natal object that involves the foundation of the great road.
Of course he had to come and take a look at such a big thing in person.
Once the Five Elements are complete and all three corpses are killed, not only can one easily become a Nascent Soul, but the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul can also be broken and the path to become a monk in the upper five realms can become smooth. Not only will the inner demons not be as difficult to destroy as ordinary Yuanyings
Instead, it only needs to rely on the grinding skills of dripping water to penetrate the stone. It can be slowly worn away in at least two to three hundred years, with almost no danger. In the process of grinding the inner demons, it can also benefit the soul.
This is the foundation of the top immortal family in the continent.
Chen Ping'an did not go to the top of the mountain where the Great Saint of Moving Mountains was located. Instead, he took a short detour and went to the Yangchang Palace where the Great Immortal of Demon Catching was located.
Although it is said to be a palace, it is actually no better than the dilapidated temple at the foot of Baojing Mountain, and is equivalent to the Sanjin Courtyard in Longquan County.
There were actually only two little spirits guarding the door, each holding a wooden gun and sitting on the steps chatting. One of them, a rat spirit, had a tattered paper book on his lap.
Chen Ping'an didn't care whether it was a blinding array or not. The demon-catching immortal was probably still on the top of the Great Sage Mountain, discussing how to intercept and suppress him.
Then the two spirits saw an old man wearing a green shirt walking towards the door of his house.
One of the muscular rat spirits rubbed his eyes and sniffed, "Really alive? Am I dreaming?"
Another dwarf elf hurriedly put away the books, also a little doubtful, and finally stood up suddenly, holding a wooden gun, and shouted angrily: "How dare you, who let you break into my sheep intestine palace without permission? Tell me your name, and I will spare your life!"
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Chen Ping'an said hoarsely: "I was sent by the Summer Queen of Peoluo Mountain to invite the Great Demon Catcher to the Guanghan Palace as a guest. Where is your Great Immortal? Hurry, my lady has just captured a scholar from Tongfu City."
The rat at the door drooled and ran over, "Seriously?"
The other mouse spirit looked suspicious, pointed at Chen Ping'an with the tip of his spear, and gave Chen Ping'an two false pokes, "My ancestors said that the stinky summer queen loves to eat alone. Don't lie!"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "To be honest, my mother-in-law has something to ask for. She hopes that I can call the Demon Catcher Immortal to raid the formation and help deal with a young Sword Immortal who is making noise on the top of the mountain."
The rat spirit who kept wiping his saliva said in a low voice: "It must be the powerful swordsman that our ancestors talked about, and he has found the Summer Queen. Peeling Mountain is already close to Tongguan Mountain, so she is not the first one to be troubled."
The rat spirit holding the wooden gun thought about it and nodded, "Okay, then you can go back to the Peeling Mountain. I will go to the palace to inform my ancestors and I will not delay your summer vacation queen's request for help."
The other rat spirit was a little anxious and winked quickly.
Such a big living person with no strength to tie a chicken is always getting a little older, but as long as he puts it in the pot, he is still afraid that it will not cook well? It is not too late to kill him and go to the Great Sage of Moving Mountains to inform the ancestors.
, since there is a request from our Yangchang Palace on the other side of the Peeling Mountain, and it’s just a messenger, I guess the summer lady doesn’t dare to fart. In this way, can’t we two brothers have a good meal?
The rat spirit didn't seem to understand, and poked Chen Ping'an with the wooden gun again, "Why don't you get out of here? You can see my ancestors as long as you want? Lard has deceived your heart, are you looking for death?"
Chen Pingan noticed that the rat spirit was secretly winking at him, probably telling him to leave quickly.
The rat spirit next to him had quietly pulled out a sharpened pocket knife, hid it behind him, walked towards him, and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt to meet our ancestors. Our Yangchang Palace has always been hospitable to guests."
Chen Pingan just stared at the anxious eyes of the rat spirit in front of him, then stretched out a finger and flicked the rat spirit with the knife behind it, punching a bloody hole in its forehead, sending it flying backwards, killing him on the spot.
, fell at the gate of Yangchang Palace.
The mouse spirit holding a wooden gun in front of him seemed a little confused, and then he turned around and ran away in horror.
But with a hand holding down his shoulder, the rat spirit didn't dare to move. His mind went blank. In his field of vision, his colleague fell in a pool of blood. He didn't know why, but he died like that.
The ancestor once said personally that it has the potential to become a great demon. The ancestor has always liked it more. He also said that in the future, when Yangchang Palace is expanded and a mansion no worse than Guanghan Palace is opened, it will be handed over to it.
It went to sit as an abbot, but the ancestors never liked him very much. He often rewarded him with food from banquets on other hills, and taught him a set of sword skills, while he often beat and scolded him.
Chen Pingan carried the rat spirit to the steps and sat down. He took out the yellowed book from its sleeve. It turned out to be a badly damaged literati's notebook. After opening it, it was even more interesting and there were some crooked notes.
The narration is written with very fine charcoal. It can be seen that the writing is very serious, but it is still crawling. The words in the narration are often not many words, with some childish questions and some flattering words.
Chen Ping'an looked a little amused. After closing the book, he handed it back to the mouse spirit with a pale face and a trembling body.
Chen Pingan asked: "Do you know where the demon-catching immortal hides his treasure?"
After the mouse spirit stiffened his hands and feet and took the book, he said in a trembling voice: "I don't know... I won't tell you if I know... I won't tell you until I die."
Chen Pingan laughed dumbly, stretched out his hand, and there was a brand new book in his hand, still smelling of ink, "Remember to hide it, it is best to dig a hole and bury it first, otherwise this great demon catching fairy will be lucky to survive.
If you return to this palace, you will die. Your ancestor has a bright nose, and even I almost discovered it before."
The mouse spirit was stunned.
Chen Pingan put the book in its hand, "Do you remember it?"
The mouse spirit nodded blankly.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Hurry up and hide the books, and then let me knock you out. Of course, you can hit the door and faint yourself. As for escaping, don't even think about it."
The mouse spirit lost his wooden gun, dug up the soil somewhere, and hid the book.
Then he ran back to the steps of the gate, hesitated for a moment, and slammed his head against the gate. As a result, he fell to the ground with a bang, but he didn't faint. He turned around miserably and said: "This immortal master, it's you who should do it.
, it’s actually better to get some blood.”
Chen Pingan flicked his sleeves and knocked him unconscious. Blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices, but he just looked miserable.
Chen Ping'an kicked open the door of Yangchang Palace, walked straight across the threshold, and began to look for the place where the demon-catching immortal's treasure was hidden.
I patted the sword gourd and asked Chu Yi and Fifteen to help find clues.
Finally, under the incense table in the main hall of Yangchang Palace, he pried open the wooden plank and found a secret passage. Compared with the spacious tunnel in Peking Mountain, it was really narrow and cramped. Chen Ping'an could only crawl into it, and had to let the first year of junior high school pass.
After clearing the way, after about a stick of incense after the fifteenth hall, he finally came to a dark cave where one person could stand. Chen Pingan lit a fire stick and found that there was only an iron box, crookedly covered with talisman papers and talismans.
The paper has a lot of spiritual energy. It should be that the demon-catching immortal will change it frequently. However, I am not sure whether these restrictions are used to warn the owner, or if they are opened without authorization, they will cause talisman attacks.
Chen Pingan took a step back and let the first and fifteenth day of the new year take action, while he held his breath and concentrated to deal with the accident.
The two flying swords flew with lightning speed, circled around the iron box, and quickly split the yellow paper talismans?, destroying the courage of the talismans.
After a violent shaking of dissipated spiritual energy, there was nothing more strange. After Chen Pingan opened the iron box, he was speechless. It was not a magical weapon, let alone some fairy money, but a stack of books.
That's right, in this ghost valley, books are indeed rare.
Chen Pingan opened one of the ancient books, which was a book on war.
It seems that this great demon-catcher is the spirit who likes to study the art of war.
Chen Ping'an suddenly put his fingers together and caught a centipede that was flying toward his door. It was black and shiny. He shook it with his fist and knocked it to death and threw it aside.
After hesitating for a moment, I didn't have time to read through the items in the military books carefully, so I put them all into the objects within easy reach. After some more exploration, I made sure that there were no other treasure-hiding mechanisms, and then I turned back the way I came and returned to Yangchang Palace.
This great demon-catching immortal is really a pauper.
Next, Chen Ping'an still did not go to the mountain of the Great Sage of Moving Mountains, but went to Jixiao Mountain in the far north.
That is the territory of the Thunder God General.
This monster lives alone, unlike the Great Sage who can move mountains. The King of Heihe likes to recruit troops, but his ability to catch and kill opponents is the highest among the Six Sages.
Jixiao Mountain is surrounded by thunderclouds all year round, and lightning is constantly intertwined. Be it spirits or ghosts, they are innately afraid of thunder, so it is an extremely unpleasant place in the Ghost Valley. However, this monster did not know where it got a thunder method.
After repairing the broken scroll, it became deaf in both ears and one of its eyes exploded. Finally, it was given some magical powers of thunder, and it went into battle to fight, breathing fire from its nose, blowing smoke from its mouth, raising its hands and feet, and thunder and lightning.
He is a monster with a tough body but good skills, and the thunder method has an innate ability to restrain the evil spirit monsters in the Ghost Valley, so this Thunder God General has an outstanding status among the Six Saints.
Jixiao Mountain has no mountain roads, almost no vegetation, and is lifeless.
The sea of clouds wraps around halfway up the mountain, the lightning flashes, the thunder roars, and the scene higher up Jixiao Mountain cannot be seen at all.
Chen Pingan flew up and down the mountains and rocks.
Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped and found that the treasure light on the other side of Diyong Mountain was brilliant and roaring continuously.
It seemed that a fierce and fierce battle took place.
That scholar has fallen into a den of thieves?
Chen Ping'an speeded up the climb.
After approaching the sea of thunder and lightning clouds halfway up the mountain, there were streaks of lightning whipping out.
Chen Pingan punched them all away. After half a stick of incense, he scattered more than a hundred lightning bolts. Chen Pingan, whose arms were numb, suddenly had a clear vision.
High in the sky at the top of Jixiao Mountain, there is a thicker sea of clouds. Golden electric lights are like pillars, all tilting down to the top of the mountain. The huge thunder is shaking the eardrums.
Even Chen Pingan was a little dazed. After taking a deep breath, he continued climbing.
Approaching the top of the mountain, thunder and lightning were like a cage, making it impossible to get close, so Chen Pingan had no choice but to rise up with his sword.
Stepping on the sword fairy, looking intently, the top of Jixiao Mountain turned out to be a thunder pond as big as a small pond, with plasma as thick as water and rolling snowflakes.
There is a crooked stone tablet with six characters written on it: "Dou Shuyuan Sword Washing Pond", which are all ancient seal scripts from the "Authentic Book of Alchemy".
The stone tablet must not be a common object, otherwise it would not be able to withstand the lightning strikes for so many years. It is only crooked, not damaged at all, not even a crack.
Chen Pingan stopped with his sword in hand.
We obviously know that this thunder pond is a small fairyland that all Zong Zitou immortals dream of.
But there is absolutely no way to start.
As for whether any heavenly and earthly treasures will be bred in the thunder pond, there is no way to know.
Chen Ping'an didn't even know what "Dou Shu Yuan" was, and he didn't even have the slightest idea about the real secret decree of Lei Fa.
Just like the opportunity at Baojing Mountain, Yang Chongxuan could wait because he came prepared and was ready to wait. If it were Chen Ping'an guarding that mountain stream, waiting for thousands of years might be in vain.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the golden lightning above the thunder pool, weighed his physical toughness, and held it for a moment. He might be able to jump into the thunder pool, and he could also support it, but he was afraid that it would be easier to get in than to come out. Once something was triggered,
Due to unknown restrictions, the power of thunder and lightning suddenly increased, and it was unimaginable what the outcome would be. Chen Pingan's eyes moved upward. Can he let the Sword Immortal disturb the sea of clouds and force Leichi to temporarily lose "reinforcements"?
The sword fairy at his feet was eager to try, trembling slightly and trembling slightly, as if he wanted to compete with the noisy lightning and thunder.
Chen Pingan's face was full of confusion.
This thunder pool can exist on the top of Jixiao Mountain, and no one has moved it yet. Be it Pu'an or Jingguan City, it may not be possible. After all, they are heroic spirits born from ghosts, not orthodox gods.
Outside, the monks at the top of Luzhou Mountain in Beiju were unable to pass the "Sword Washing Pond" under the nose of Guixi Valley.
As for whether the Pima Sect had any intentions towards Leichi or was powerless, God knows.
It should be noted that Jixiao Mountain is not far away from Qinglu Town.
Zhu Quan, the leader of Pima Sect, is not someone who is afraid of Pu Chuan. If the great monk of Jingguan City succeeds, he should not be vague about it.
That means there is a high possibility that the mine pool cannot be moved.
Sword washing pool?
Can you temper your sword and sharpen its edge?
However, neither Sword Immortal nor Feijian, on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, seems to be at all excited about Lei Chi, especially on the first day of the lunar month, it is unusually quiet.
Chen Pingan sighed softly.
I hope that if Luopo Mountain really has a sect in the future, when the disciples go out to travel, whether they are Pei Qian, Cen Yuanji, or someone with a lower seniority, when they encounter these innate secret treasures again, they will not be like themselves.
If you are helpless, you can rely on the collection of books and inheritance on many mountains, including Luopo Mountain, to know the world's affairs and seize as many opportunities as possible.
Chen Ping'an looked around and found that Jixiao Mountain under the thunder pond was barren of vegetation and there were only a few stone cliffs that shone brightly and were dotted with stars under the lightning.
Chen Pingan fell down, and the sword fairy returned to its sheath.
Chen Ping'an came to a stone cliff and found a slender golden vein as long as an arm. He stretched out his finger and touched it. It not only hurt his bones, but also caused his soul to tremble.
Chen Ping'an was greatly surprised. He pulled out the Sword Immortal and began to cut and dig out the "vein" from the stone cliff. Finally, the golden thread lay quietly in the recess of the stone cliff, like a golden bamboo whip, with something inside.
The golden light flows erratically.
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the golden bamboo whip, his palms burning like charcoal. After a moment, Chen Pingan let go, his head was covered with sweat and he was a little dizzy.
Chen Pingan wiped the sweat from his forehead, quickly twisted it up with his fingers, and put it into something close at hand.
He then raised his sword into the sky, looking for the next "bamboo whip" that contained the true meaning of thunder.
When I took a long trip around the top of Jixiao Mountain, I could only find a scene of golden light flowing everywhere. It fell again and again, like a diligent old farmer digging out large and small bamboo whips. The smallest one was only as long as a finger.
The longest part is more than half a person's height. If it can be refined, it can be made into a hiking pole.
Chen Pingan swam around with his sword again, and after confirming that there was no more golden light or golden thread, he directly used his sword to plunge downwards, passed through the sea of clouds, scattered the streaks of thunder and lightning that came from behind, and successfully landed.
Jixiao Mountain.
Chen Pingan put away the sword fairy and sheathed it, looked up, and felt a little regretful when he thought of the thunder pool, but he also felt a little happy when he thought of the five golden thunder whips nearby.
Worrying about gains and losses?
Chen Pingan shook his head and said silently: "Have you forgotten? It shouldn't be yours, so don't think too much about it."
Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked towards the other side of Diyong Mountain. There was more movement, and the radiance of magic weapons was constantly blooming in the sky.
In the dark, there seemed to be a voice echoing in my heart.
kill him.
This voice has no sadness or joy, no distinction between good and evil.
But it made Chen Ping'an feel extremely shocked and frightened.
Chen Ping'an was extremely certain that he was the scholar.
Chen Ping'an closed his eyes for a moment. After opening them, his eyes had returned to clarity. Without any hesitation, he hurried towards Diyong Mountain.
Either kill or save.
Better than running away.
This was the third time that I heard my own heartbeat coming from nowhere.
The first time was when I was young, after going down the mountain, returning to Mud Bottle Lane, and rolling on the ground.
That time it was also three words, and my heart beat like thunder, like a drum beating, and the man of God shouted angrily.
Can't die.
The boundary of Baojing Mountain.
A young man in shabby clothes, high-spirited.
Because he was accompanied by a goddess who came out of the Tianguan Picture of the Mural City.
Such a superior fairy woman did not even walk side by side with him, but was always a little behind him.
Abide by the distinction between superiority and inferiority!
She is the goddess of rain!
Not only that, she also told him that her name was Shushi and she had no surname. Within a few years, she would do her best to help him practice and climb high.
Young men like the feeling of being watched by everyone. After walking out of the Mural City, until the Goddess of Rain told him that there was an opportunity that belonged to him in the Ghost Valley, when he passed the archway, everyone was looking at him and looking up to him.
Finally, he was no longer the poor guy who had a blood feud but complained that heaven and earth should not respond, and that earth and earth were not working.
He even suddenly felt that his hatred didn't seem so heavy now that the Rain Goddess followed and served him.
The goddess who calls herself Shushi told herself that her current cultivation level and combat strength are equivalent to the golden elixir of a Qi practitioner, but when it comes to defense and life-saving, she can be regarded as the Nascent Soul realm.
This gave him great confidence, so even if she told him clearly that the fate of Baojing Mountain was unpredictable, he did not hesitate at all, whether it would be a good time or not, now my fate is up to me!
He asked her questions and answers along the way, and she talked about everything he knew.
As for who the young woman standing under the mural was, the goddess remained silent on this matter.
After approaching Baojing Mountain, the Rain Goddess suddenly stopped, with a solemn look on her face. She raised her head and looked halfway up the mountain, and slowly told him in her heart, "This opportunity may not be a good one. Jiang Qujiang, I hope you will consider it carefully."
A flash of surprise flashed across the young man's face, but soon his eyes became firm and he gritted his teeth and said: "God owes me so much, so it's time to pay me some interest!"
Deep in her heart, the goddess sighed slightly.
When they passed by the dilapidated pavilion and temple, the old fox from Xishan appeared again holding a cane.
The old fox simply ignored the young man with similar virtues to Beggar Yang and glared at the erratic goddess. Is there anyone in the world who could compete with the beauty of his own daughter? Why don't you die?
?This woman quickly rolled to the Jihun Stream halfway up the mountain, fell headfirst into the water, and died!
The old fox from Xishan suddenly noticed a detail, smiled at her and asked: "Fairy, are you and your young master going up the mountain?"
The Rain Goddess was very aware of the old fox's tricks.
Jiang Qujiang smiled slightly.
The old fox from Xishan understood clearly.
It turned out to be a stupid fat fish, much easier to deal with than the heartless guy wearing a bamboo hat.
But in this case, even if this silly boy is so lucky, how can an ordinary down-and-out monk be followed by such an outstanding and beautiful woman, and can he walk to the Mirror Mountain safely? Okay, then let
My daughter can be this guy’s wife, and that girl can be my concubine... a maid is even better!
The old fox from Xishan smiled and said: "Young master, you don't know something. I am the landowner of Baojing Mountain, but my daughter is the river woman of the mountain's deep stream. If we want to get the opportunity here, we, father and daughter, are missing."
, But it’s absolutely impossible. Wait a moment, and the old man will call his daughter over. People like the young master should win the good fortune. If the good fortune is alive, he should even jump out and jump into the young master.
It’s right to be in your arms, otherwise it will be hard to tolerate the law of heaven, it will be hard to tolerate the law of heaven... Master, wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go, my daughter, beautiful and fragrant, is beautiful in the country, and she admires the handsome man like the master most of all...
…”
Jiang Qujiang was a little confused.
The Rain Goddess asked: "Do you really want to go up the mountain to hunt for treasure?"
Jiang Qujiang frowned. Is this the third time she has reminded her?
Jiang Qujiang asked softly: "Shu Shi, if it's really difficult to determine blessings and disasters, since you are good at deduction, how likely are the blessings and disasters?"
The goddess replied: "It's a bit strange. When we left the mural city, the fortune and misfortune were ninety-one. When we arrived at the archway at the entrance of Ghost Valley, the fortune and misfortune changed to seventy-three. Now it's evenly divided."
Jiang Qujiang looked at the Goddess of Rain who had always been deserted, and now she showed a slight frown, which was so touching. His eyes were a little dazed, but he had been wandering all the way, experienced ups and downs on the way to escape, and tasted all the bitterness and bitterness, which made him
He was able to quickly calm down and said with a smile: "Fifty-five? That's good. Let's go up the mountain!"
Back then, because of the piece of ancestral jade pendant, he was coveted by the immortal master on the mountain, and his family suffered a lot of misfortune. He was the only one in the family that was originally a county leader. He fled south all the way, even if he died, he would die in the Skeleton Beach Mural City, for
What, it’s just a bet on what if, what if!
The old fox from Xishan quickly brought the daughter holding a green umbrella, Wei Taizhen.
After the young fox charm saw the young man, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her pretty face turned crimson.
Even she found it strange.
The old fox from Xishan was secretly happy, there was something exciting!
The young man also felt a little demented when he saw his daughter.
Alas, this guy is just a bit stupid.
But then the old fox thought about it and realized that this was a great thing.
It would be better for the future son-in-law to be more stupid and have more money than that shrewd guy wearing a bamboo hat, right?
Afraid of comparison, the old fox from Xishan found the young man much more pleasing to his eye.
At this moment, a burly young man rushed over, grabbed Lao Hu and Wei Taizhen with both hands, shook his head vigorously and said: "Don't go, you can't go! Yang Chongxuan may be waiting for today! Those things that Taoist Yunyou gave to my sister back then
Marriage prophecies are not necessarily a good thing! Those monks on the mountain have more profound plans than the last..."
The old fox from Xishan was furious. He first opened his two paws with all his strength, and then kicked the stupid son away, "Don't delay your sister's lifelong event here."
Wei Gaowu struggled to get up and wanted to stop his sister from climbing the mountain, but the old fox threw the stick in his hand and hit his forehead. He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. His voice was as thin as a mosquito, "You can't go up the mountain..."
The Goddess of Rain looked at the old fox from the Western Mountains and the girl holding an umbrella who had just begun to fall in love.
I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm looking at them, so overlooking them, so unmoved.
So does the young woman who stands under the mural and commands her look the same way?
Who is she?
Why can I be so awe-inspiring? It seems like a natural instinct?
Two groups of people climbed the mountain together.
Although Jiang Quhe was patient, he still couldn't help but glance at the girl a few more times.
It's so breathtakingly beautiful.
The goddess of rain named Shushi behind her will make him feel ashamed and involuntarily have the idea that he can only watch from a distance and not play with it.
But this girl holding a small green umbrella is different.
Every moment, she was lovable and made his heart flutter.
On the other side of the deep stream, Yang Chongxuan stood up, his eyes were hot, and he said slowly: "Very good, a Mural City goddess with mediocre fighting ability, just use it to practice."
There is no trace of laxity in Yang Chongxuan's demeanor anymore, Yang Chongxuan's bones are like firecrackers, exploding one after another.
The majestic Qi instantly poured over the whole body like a waterfall.
The next moment, his fist power was as tight as a mustard seed, and Yang Chongxuan sat back on the snow-white stone cliff, returning to the same lazy look he had been in all these years.
That fox-charming girl has a long-standing restriction passed down to her from generation to generation, which corresponds to the ancestral prophecy of "Open the door when you see a hairpin, hold a pearl and climb high."
As long as she meets the person of her dreams who is involved in marriage, she will fall in love for the first time. When the man meets the hairpin or the fox charm meets him, one of her eyes will become the key to unlock the secret.
When the time comes, Yang Chongxuan will cut out her eyeball and climb to the top of Baojing Mountain. Since it is a three-mountain mirror, the door opening is not at the bottom of a deep stream at all, but at the top of Baojing Mountain.
How could the Lord of Jingguan City find the method of taking a mirror under the water? This great secret was an opportunity passed down from father to son in their Yunxiao Palace and lasted for thousands of years.
Thousands of years ago, we had learned about the prophecy, but we still had to wait, and we couldn't wait until our death. It's not that our ancestors wanted to take away the mirror by brute force, but they couldn't do it. Later, Xiangci City used up countless manpower.
The move to move mountains with financial resources was secretly instigated by Yunxiao Palace, but unfortunately it was to no avail. Some of the great blessings in the world are so unreasonable.
Because of that prophecy and the phrase "close to the mountains to obtain treasures", the head of the Yang family, who has been a minister in feathers for generations, was still unable to decipher it. It was not until he and his younger brother were born, and when he showed his extraordinary talent of being born close to the mountains, that the Yunxiao Palace
A sudden realization.
Yang Chongxuan sat cross-legged, holding his chin with one hand, waiting to see what happened.
A group of people are now on the other side.
The happy Xishan old fox.
The fox charm Wei Taizhen, who still didn't know that her life was imminent, cut out her eyeball, which meant that all her energy was cut off. How could she survive?
Jiang Qujiang with a smile on his face.
The rain goddess with a heavy expression.
There was a smile on Yang Chongxuan's lips.
What if it is replaced by the goddess of the mural city hanging inkstone who is good at fighting?
He originally entered the martial arts realm from the six strongest realms in the world.
The Rain Goddess wanted to speak but stopped.
Jiang Qujiang stood on the shore and looked down at the mountain stream. He saw a golden light swimming slowly on the bottom of the water. It kept rising and became clearer and clearer. It was indeed the style of a woman's hairpin. He pointed and said, "It's that golden hairpin."
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The young girl Wei Taizhen covered her mouth, her eyes were dim with tears, and she was about to cry. She was so pitiful, nothing could be more pitiful than this.
Sure enough it was him!
He is the man he is destined to be.
The girl suddenly felt a sting and blinked her eyes subconsciously. One of her extremely smart eyes began to condense golden light from all over her body. She was in pain and covered half of her face with her hands, sweating coldly.
Blood flowed out from between her fingers.
The girl looked delicate, but in fact she had a stubborn temperament and an extremely strong temper. She gritted her teeth and squatted down, even though the pain made her delicate body tremble like a sieve, she still said nothing.
How can any woman in the world want the man she fell in love with at first sight to see such an unbearable scene?
Yang Chongxuan looked around and was a little disappointed when he didn't see the stupid big man.
When he stood up.
Jiang Qujiang and Xishan Old Fox stepped back almost at the same time.
It's like a majestic mountain is pressing down on you.
The Goddess of Rain finally spoke: "We don't want this opportunity, you just take it for yourself!"
When Yang Chongxuan no longer deliberately suppressed his energy, the entire deep stream began to shake.
After Yang Chongxuan stretched a lot, he stared at the so-called Tianguan Goddess and sneered: "It depends on my mood!"
The Rain Goddess stared intently at the extremely dangerous man on the other side, and said in a deep voice: "You go first, don't hesitate! The further away the better, go directly to Qinglu Town!"
"Just run."
Yang Chongxuan laughed loudly and said: "I want to see if my punch is faster or their legs are faster."
The Goddess of Rain gently raised her hand, and the entire deep stream of water began to stir as if commanded. Then the water surface rose up with a roar, and in an instant, a wall of more than ten feet high was erected between her and Yang Chongxuan.
Ice wall.
Fortunately, she was fighting near water, so she had an advantageous location.
One punch easily broke through the wall of water.
The goddess put her fingers together and with a slight touch, the stream at the source of the mountain stream turned into a water dragon and rushed towards Yang Chongxuan who was leaping through the air.
Yang Chongxuan stood in the air, stretched out a palm, and the energy was like a rainbow. When it collided with the water dragon, it was shattered. Under the sunlight, a rainbow hung halfway up Baojing Mountain.
Yang Chongxuan had stepped out before and was about to reach the other side. The Rain Goddess took a step back and twirled her hands. A clear water mirror as big as the mouth of a well appeared in front of her, and golden ancient seals appeared around the edge of the mirror.
Yang Chongxuan laughed loudly, lunged forward and punched out, but frowned slightly. The water mirror was not broken, but the whole person was in a misty illusion.
Yang Chongxuan sneered and said: "Okay, I know some tricks, but don't you know what my last name is? Talisman? Formation, this Beiju Luzhou, our Yang family is well-deserved authentic!"
Damn it, when he thought of this, Yang Chongxuan couldn't help but remember that Liu Jinglong. He was so angry that he simply didn't break the formation with the ancestral technique. Instead, he twisted his body in a circle and came out.
The fist was like a rainbow, and the fists exploded in all directions and scattered. Yang Chongxuan laughed and said: "Let me see how long you can hold on to this confusing illusion!"
Yang Chongxuan looks like a madman, like a demon coming to the world, and his fists are powerful. How can an ordinary martial artist in the golden body possess such aura?
On the bank of the deep stream, Jiang Quhe saw the goddess of rain walking slowly towards the water step by step. The water mirror in front of her was shaking and breaking, and she was constantly repairing the mirror surface with the deep stream water.
The Rain Goddess struggled to hold on, feeling sad in her heart. She no longer wanted the three people behind her to leave Baojing Mountain, because she was certain that they were destined not to escape.
Even if you leave Baojing Mountain, you will still be chased by that madman.
The outcome is decided.
Even if she draws heavily from the water in the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, she can only support half a stick of incense, or even less.
Jiang Quhe turned pale and murmured: "How could this happen? It shouldn't be like this."
The old fox in Xishan finally noticed the miserable state of his daughter and squatted aside, but it was of no use. The old fox was so anxious that he finally began to regret why he didn't listen to the words of his stupid son.
Yang Chongxuan stood still in the water mirror illusion, "The warm-up is over, no more fun."
He took a deep breath and formed a boxing stance, just like the ancient gods and generals trying to split the river. It was the boxing stance that he had learned from his family when he was young.
The water mirror suddenly cracked, like a glass of glass hitting the ground, shattering into pieces.
The Goddess of Rain had no choice but to use her magical power to control the water transport in the deep stream. She turned it into a pair of armor and wore it on her body, trying to block the man's progress as much as possible.
In just an instant, the man came to her, punched her in the abdomen, slowly withdrew his arm, then wrapped his other hand around, grabbed her head, threw it to the ground, and finally
He stepped on her forehead, looked down, and said with a smile: "As expected of a goddess, she is really similar to the golden bodies of those landscape gods. The blood is golden yellow, and ordinary gods, they have suffered this from me.
The punch should be shattered, not bad, not bad. When I get the treasure mirror, I will let you regain your strength. You and I will continue to fight. Don’t worry, after the business is done, my punch will be three points slower and three points less powerful. It will definitely
It won’t be so quick, the man is too quick, it’s unreasonable.”
Yang Chongxuan's words were polite, but he suddenly increased the force on his feet and pressed the entire head of the Rain Goddess into the snow-white stone cliff, making it temporarily impossible for her to draw water from the deep stream.
Yang Chongxuan bent down and said with a smile: "If you delay my business like this again, I will break your neck."
The Rain Goddess struggled hard, moving her fingers slightly, still trying to draw water from the deep stream.
The nine goddesses in the Mural City, after stepping out of the scroll, were so determined and never complained as long as it was a matter of life or death.
Just after Yang Chongxuan planned to completely eliminate this goddess.
A voice sounded softly on the top of Baojing Mountain.
"It's really a waste."
Yang Chongxuan looked up, stretched out his finger, and pointed at himself, "You're talking about me, right?"
A weak woman who was not very beautiful, with a lion seal hanging on her waist, jumped down from the top of the mountain with a slight jump.
Yang Chongxuan's thoughts changed rapidly and he was about to crush the Rain Goddess under his feet.
The young woman already smiled and said: "I advise you not to do this."
Even though she witnessed Yang Chongxuan's extraordinary ability in close combat, the woman still walked towards Yang Chongxuan slowly.
Not only that, she also flicked Jiang Quhe and Xishan Old Fox twice in front of Yang Chongxuan.
The woman glanced sideways at the miserably miserable Goddess of Rain, her eyes full of sarcasm, "In the first month of the Spring King's first month, the heavy rain and the rain are shaking, and the book is beginning. What a waste of such a good name."
Yang Chongxuan was doubly surprised. He put away his strength and asked, "Who are you?"
The woman said: "Li Liu."
Yang Chongxuan raised his palm and rubbed his chin, "I've never heard of it."
Li Liu smiled half-heartedly and said slowly: "I told the prophecy about this mirror to the founder of your family. At that time, he was still wearing crotchless pants. At that time, your Yang family was still poor. That child
My trousers are so patched that they can neither hide the bird nor cover the buttocks."
Yang Chongxuan laughed so loudly that he almost burst into tears.
Damn, he has never heard such a funny joke in his life.
Li Liu also laughed, his eyebrows and eyes curved like wicker, gentle and graceful, extremely beautiful.
Yang Chongxuan suddenly remembered someone.
He couldn't quite laugh.
Yang Chongxuan asked tentatively: "The fourth one? But in fact, the one that made Liu Jinglong even think about it?"
The woman tilted her head slightly, smiled, narrowed her eyes, and replied, "Liu Jinglong? Never heard of it."
Yang Chongxuan's eyes widened.
Ouch, this girl is so energetic, she can put on a show better than myself, and she suits her appetite!
It's just that Yang Chongxuan muttered that before he entered the Golden Realm, an expert told him that if he had to be careful in the next ten years, he would be hurt by women.
At that time, he mistakenly thought that he was destined to fall in love with someone, so he became frightened when he saw a beautiful woman.
After all, he is still a half-spiritual person, and it will be quite troublesome once he is caught in love.
But in fact, that hexagram meant that he was going to be injured by the woman in front of him, right?
The two of them were only five steps apart, and she finally stood still.
She said: "Killing you is a bit difficult and the price is a bit high."
It seems that she is worried.
Yang Chongxuan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Even when facing the old immortal that Xiao Xuandu watched, he was never so wary.
Not long after Chen Pingan quietly sneaked into the jurisdiction of Diyongshan.
A foreigner from Liuxiazhou and the goddess who took the lead in turning painted murals into white drawings went hiking together after leaving the mural city. First, they went to the Patriarch Hall of the Pima Sect and drank a bowl of gloomy tea.
, had a pleasant conversation with the old immortal master, one of the three ancestors of the Pima Sect, and then directly arrived at Qinglu Town with the help of the Pima Sect's secret method. After a tour, the Goddess Gua Yan moved slightly and asked the owner to leave.
A trip to Jixiao Mountain.
According to the derivation of the Spring Official Goddess back then, if the opportunity of Baojing Mountain is a meeting gift prepared by the Rain Goddess for the master, then the pocket thunder pond in Jixiao Mountain is the treasure of the Guayan Goddess.
Although it is far from comparable to the thunder pond in Xuanxuan Mountain in terms of scale and rank, it is still a blessing equivalent to that of a semi-immortal soldier.
At the same time, the Chunguan Goddess also deduced the opportunities in these two places, and whether it is the mirror of Baojing Mountain or the thunder pool, once caught, there will be other great opportunities to follow. This is the real important mystery.
But what it is specifically, just like their true identity, there are many obstacles in front of them that cannot be solved.
The two Taoist couples traveled together to ride the wind.
Guayan Goddess is an upright woman and said with a smile: "I am much luckier than that sister Xingyu. I have to follow such a depressed person for a year. If it were me, it would be terrible. That young man
Compared with the master, he is really far behind."
The man was a little helpless, but his eyes were gentle and he said softly: "Huo Ling, don't compare yourself with others. Since ancient times, those who conquer themselves are better than those who conquer others."
The Goddess Guayan smiled and nodded, "I understand, Master."
After approaching Jixiao Mountain, she felt very excited. There was no reason. She just took a look at the sea of clouds wrapping around the mountainside, and she felt happy. She looked at the sea of clouds high on the top of the mountain, and she was even more happy.
She grabbed the man's hand and flew over the sea of clouds below. The lightning was surprisingly tame and did not launch any offensive against them. Instead, it slowly jumped on the surface of the sea of clouds, acting very affectionate towards her.
When they arrived near the top of Jixiao Mountain, the two of them were hovering in the air. The Goddess Hanging Inkstone pointed at the stone tablet on the top of the mountain and said with a smile: "Master, do you recognize those words?"
The man glanced at it, nodded and said: "The sword-washing pool of Dou Shuyuan is an important place for the gods of the Thunder Department to clean weapons in ancient times. Dou Shuyuan belongs to one of the two courtyards and three divisions of that palace. I once said in a night dream,
It’s as if a ghost traveled far away and visited the ruins of two institutes and one division. However, after waking up from the dream, I don’t remember those scenes very clearly. In short, I feel it is very mysterious.”
The Goddess Hanging Inkstone was very happy.
She glanced down and suddenly frowned.
The man asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
The Goddess Gua Yan was full of murderous intent and said: "Master, there are a few thunder whips missing! I don't know if some robber thief stole them, or the monsters took over this place privately!"
The man shook his head and said: "Since it is a chance, whether it was stolen by others or occupied by this demon, it is destined, there is no need to be angry."
The Goddess Gua Yan said oh.
Then she smiled, gently took off the small ancient inkstone engraved with " Switching Electricity " on her waist, and threw it forward.
On the top of Jixiao Mountain, a magnificent and astonishing scene appeared.
I saw the entire thunder pool rising from the ground, and together with the sea of clouds and lightning, they swept into the inkstone.
About a quarter of an hour later, the Goddess Guayan shouted softly: "Come back."
The ancient inkstone was snatched back into her hand and handed to the man, "Master, please take a look."
The man lowered his head and looked down. In the ancient inkstone, there was a thunder pool like a pool of golden ink.
It's not magical.
The man asked her to put away the ancient inkstone and look into the distance, "It's time to return home."
The Goddess Gua Yan playfully joked: "Master, does this count as a return home in glorious clothes? Then you have to thank me. How to thank me? It's easy. I heard that the sky in Liuxia Continent is extremely high, so the five thunders are complete. Master only needs to take me to have a meal."
full!"
The man burst into laughter. It was rare for her to have such a childlike side.
Over there at Diyong Mountain.
The scholar was chased by a group of golden elixir monsters in a very embarrassing manner, scurrying around in all directions. The golden elixir monster even temporarily took charge of the Yongshan Mountain Protection Formation, which actually had to be forcibly stabilized even if the mountain roots were shattered and the water transport was destroyed.
The boundary between the ground and the high place prevents the scholar from escaping with his weird escape method. If it were just this little magic, the scholar would have run away long ago. He never thought that the golden elixir ghost named Bailong City also had an incredible treasure that could
The possessed scholar does not harm the soul, but can follow him like a shadow and cannot be driven away no matter what.
The scholar rolled in the air, barely escaping the blast of a magic weapon, and was surrounded by flying dust.
He suddenly smiled, flew away in one direction, and shouted: "Good brother!"
Chen Pingan, who looked like an old man, twitched his lips and said softly: "Brother Mu Mao."
The next scene made all the monsters confused, looking at each other, and actually stopped chasing each other.
The scholar twisted out a golden talisman with his fingers?
He threw it suddenly at the ally who seemed to be here to rescue him.
And that guy also drew his sword out of its sheath, and slashed at the talisman that exploded with golden light like the sun leaping across the sea.
A huge ripple of energy spread out in all directions.
Like a mountain peak being smashed into a lake.
The sword light is like a talisman? When they dissipate together.
At that moment, the scholar's energy completely changed, his eyes were dazzling, and he deliberately restrained his spiritual energy. This was an act of letting himself be slaughtered. The scholar rushed towards Chen Pingan and said softly: "First cut off the tarsal shadow on my body,
Then let’s go together.”
Chen Pingan nodded, stretched out his sword, and hit the shadow just in time.
The scholar, who seemed to have become a different person, was relieved and was about to express his sincere thanks.