"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Are you a green-faced fang, a jade-faced boy, or a bearded man."
Damn it, isn’t it just a matter of face when meeting netizens? Isn’t it true that some people go here for interesting souls? Ahem...
On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe and looked up and down curiously.
This figure was dressed in purple clothes, with a bright cyan belt tied around his waist. He was extremely tall, about two meters tall, but he did not look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather slender.
But he is very tall, half a head taller than the eight-foot-two-inch Zhao Rong.
The purple clothes on its body are lingering with purple energy, hazy like mist, billowing all the time, and roughly maintaining the shape of a robe.
However, the general figure under the purple clothes cannot be seen.
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look at it a few more times and said to himself:
They are people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago. Are the ancient people taller than today's people?
Zhao Rong thought for no reason that the ancestors of the Li tribe who had lived in Lidi were also tall and handsome.
"How about a green-faced man with fangs, a young boy with a jade face, a big man with a scumbag..."
Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly: "...so what?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at its blurry face again.
There was a purple mist there, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, including what the nose was and what the eyes were.
The poisonous tongue sword spirit that we have known for a long time makes it difficult for people to see his specific face clearly.
I don’t know if it is doing this deliberately, or if it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body, and is barely able to act with the help of purple energy at this moment...
However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...
The young Confucian scholar folded his hands, took a leisurely step forward, and stood side by side with the purple-robed sword spirit at the railing on the roof of the building.
The view here is extremely broad, and the vast Pinghu Lake can be seen at a glance.
Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a pool of dragons below.
He thought for a while and said sincerely: "I have given you a beautiful face for free, do you still want to have it for nothing? Let me see yours too."
Return: "…………"
Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you a feminine and sissy type?"
"Get out!" Sword Spirit said angrily.
Don't want to pay attention to him.
Zhao Rong smiled.
"Well, that's probably true."
He muttered to himself.
The purple-clothed sword spirit turned his head sharply and looked at him without speaking, and his expression could not be clearly seen.
But Zhao Rong immediately shut up.
Ahem, judging by the aura, if the expression could be shown at this moment, it would definitely be angrily irritating him.
If he continues talking, Zhao Rong has no doubt that Guizhen will throw him into the strange lake downstairs.
"Ahem, this outfit of yours...is the 'Wuwei' I gave you?"
Zhao Rong coughed twice to lighten the atmosphere.
"snort……"
The purple-clothed sword spirit turned back, stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head proudly, and stared at the pool of evil dragons below.
It did not answer Zhao Rong, but after a while, it still nodded its chin slightly.
The atmosphere upstairs became quiet.
After a while.
The young Confucian scholar glanced at the strange scene in this small world outside the building.
Except for this flat lake, everything around is sunny, the warblers are flying, the grass is growing, and the willows are red and green.
Makes people feel comfortable.
However, the calm lake downstairs can make people's hair stand on end if they don't know it.
At the bottom of the lake, vicious dragons with ferocious faces swam their tails, raising their terrifying dragon heads from time to time, and stared at the people outside the lake with their bloody eyes.
The strange thing is that the lake is calm and the water is clear.
It seems that these evil dragons at the bottom of the lake are all phantoms.
It didn't stir up the slightest ripples, stirred up half a grain of mud.
In addition, the so-called bottom of the lake is actually dark. The lake is obviously clear, but the bottom is invisible and no light can escape.
Therefore, the evil dragons wandering from the dark water at the bottom of the lake are like dragons that have seen the head but not the tail, and it is difficult to see the whole body clearly.
In the field of vision, it is densely packed.
"Gui, did you raise him?"
Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and pointed downward.
"No."
The purple-clothed sword spirit shook his head and said seriously:
"You raised him."
Zhao Rong was quiet for a moment and nodded gently:
"I asked them where they went. I thought that after I saw my true nature, these things were gone."
He looked away from the flat lake that looked like a deep abyss.
He turned around and looked at the bright spring scene around him, squinted his eyes and took a long breath.
He didn't look back and said softly:
"This small world is the inner lake after you understand your mind and nature. Its appearance is embodied in your subconscious mind. It can look like anything, and even the scene you and I are seeing are different...
…
"The scenery and people you passed by just now are all superficial things in the inner lake, and the 'flat lake' below is the deepest representation of your inner lake."
"Oh, actually, to be precise, this is not a flat lake, but an abyss that can never be explored to the bottom. No one knows what weird things will emerge from this abyss in the next second."
Zhao Rong thought for a while, "You mean, besides these evil dragons, there are other things hidden in this abyss?"
The purple-robed sword spirit was quiet for a moment.
It turned its head and looked at Zhao Rong: "How do I know? This is your inner abyss, and the one who knows it best is you."
Zhao Rong nodded.
At this time, he noticed that Gui seemed to be playing with a small object in his hand.
It is also transformed from purple energy, like a small gourd.
It put one hand behind its waist, and nimbly flipped through the purple gourd with the other.
The movements are very natural and skillful, and it seems to be a habit that is hard to break.
The purple-clothed sword spirit looked at the Xin Yuan Evil Jiao below for a while and nodded.
"But you'd better pray that nothing weird will come out of this abyss."
It pointed downstairs and said: "This evil dragon from the Heart Lake is the most dangerous evil thing from the Heart Lake recorded in most of the cultivation books related to the Heart Lake that can be found on the mountain."
"It is the first of the seven evil creatures in the Heart Lake."
The Purple Qi Sword Spirit turned to look at Zhao Rong, his face was filled with purple Qi, and his specific expression at this time could not be clearly seen, but he said in a happy tone:
"Others include red turtles, blood monkeys, horned snakes, etc., but they are not as powerful as this evil dragon."
The more it looked at it, the more satisfied it became. It smiled and took credit and said: "How awesome are you? Zhao Rong, I raised ninety-nine and eighty-one for you in the heart lake! How should you thank me?"
A young Confucian scholar: “…………”
It was quiet for a moment.
Zhao Rong held his hand on the railing, looked outside, turned around and said with emotion: "What a lake of kindness."
The sword spirit also nodded, looking approving.
Zhao Rong turned around and sighed:
"It has to be you."
The purple-robed sword spirit raised his chin and said in an arrogant tone, "That's right, you don't even look at who I am."
"Oh? Who are you? I need to thank you very much."
"I... you care who I am and what reputation I have for doing good deeds? Isn't this despicable?"
"Well, as expected of you."
The young Confucian scholar nodded and pointed downwards, "You just said it is the most vicious thing on the surface. What do you mean? Is there anyone worse than this young master?"
Gui thought for a while and said, "It does exist, but few people know about it. There are many secrets in the Xuanhuang cultivation world."
It slowly said: "As far as I know, there was an ancient emperor who had a blood-stained bronze mask born in the abyss of his heart; there was also a Taoist saint who had a severed head appear in the abyss of his heart.
The dilapidated statue belongs to a certain Taoist ancestor..."
Sword Spirit's tone was gloating.
The young Confucian scholar also nodded with satisfaction.
"It seems that I am not the worst off."
After saying that, Zhao Rong turned around and left, not wanting to stay here anymore.
"Hey, why are you running?"
Zhao Rong had an expressionless expression on his face, "Stop playing, training is nothing. Other people's sword masters are getting stronger and stronger, and I am getting more and more unlucky."