Chapter 21: Flowers passing through the magic mirror
The carriage drove into Yongninghou Mansion.
Wang Yifu kept dragging Wang Ziqiao and Master Pei, chattering non-stop. Wang Ziqiao took a rest and returned to Dongyue Garden alone. This is the residence of the Hou Mansion's Xixi, and the courtyards are separated by flowers and trees, surrounded by meandering water.
, the leaf vines climbing all over the white wall reveal a deep blue coolness.
Wang Ziqiao closed the door of the wing and slowly lowered the crystal curtain in front of the window.
The reflected morning light receded little by little, and shadows came over it. Wang Ziqiao sat in the silence and darkness, meditating for a long time, then got up and filled a basin of water, washed his hands and wiped his face.
Water ripples rippled in the engraved silver basin. Wang Ziqiao focused his eyes and pointed his finger into the water. The whole basin of water shook violently, then stopped and became as solid as a mirror.
After a while, a face slowly emerged in the water mirror, gradually turning from hazy to clear. It was Gao Qingyue.
"Is this the ancient lost art of transmitting flowers through the mirror?" Through the water, the scenes around Wang Ziqiao came into Gao Qingyue's field of vision one by one, swaying slightly, like a thin and bright layer of water.
"It's just a superficial use of magic thoughts." Wang Ziqiao nodded slightly, "My sea of consciousness has recovered a little, and I can barely use magic thoughts."
Prince Qiao sighed softly: "The Forbidden Law of the Soul of the Xuji Nailed Embryo is worthy of being ranked among the four great spiritual books. It is very effective in nourishing the sea of consciousness, but it only goes so far. My soul has been severely damaged, even if all four
Great spiritual and wonderful books may not be effective."
"I have been sending people to secretly search for "Nei Jing Fu" and "Miao Hua Shen Tong Qi". This cannot be done urgently. We need opportunities."
"In this world, I will never get a chance. I am lucky to be able to recover some of my demonic thoughts."
"Isn't your chess piece pre-recorded with Thunder Bluff? The upper part of "The Twelve Layers of the Jade Tower Golden Tower" is hidden in the Taishang Shenxiao Sect. However, that chess piece is not very safe."
"He is in the game, how can he still have a chance to jump out?" Wang Ziqiao said lightly, "Since he likes to take the initiative to seize opportunities, I think the next step is to get rid of Yongning Hou and completely escape my control." Outside the Territory
The evil demon feeds on the origin of heaven and earth, invades all universes, and enslaves billions of creatures. What kind of ferocity and cunning have you never seen before? Based on Zhikaruzhen's character, it is not difficult to estimate his next step.
Gao Qingyue smiled: "This boy is indeed quite capable, and he has actually joined the lineage of the headmaster of Taishang Shenxiao Sect."
"He grew up in Bailing Mountain and has no connection with the Taishang Shenxiao Sect. Most likely, he managed to win Qingfeng's favor during the fierce battle between the Daomen and Yan Clang."
"That's right. There was an outsider breaking into the Chongxuan Department. I think this man must have asked Qingfeng for help through Ziyun Temple, so Xuanzhu rushed to Jiankang."
The two of you made a clear statement about Zhi Shou Zhen's pre-recording of Thunder Bluff.
"That's exactly why I'm looking for you." Wang Ziqiao said in a deep voice and frowned slightly, "What kind of identity is Xuanzhu? No matter how great Qingfeng's face is, it's not worthy of a master of Void Refining and Hedao coming to support that kid in person.
, it’s enough to send a disciple to come forward.”
Gao Qingyue's heart moved: "You mean...Xuanzhu just came along the way?"
"That's right. There must be another reason why Xuanzhu went out of the mountain gate!" Wang Ziqiao said categorically. The evil demon outside the territory is the best at sensing people's hearts. When Xuanzhu turned into electricity and went away, there was a moment of emotional fluctuations, which he clearly captured. The two looked at each other for a long time, each thinking deeply.
"Why does Xuanzhu need to take action? Buddhism? Before the Double Ninth Festival, the Taoist sect will not mess around, and this rule will still be followed."
"The King of Jin and Ming had already stationed heavy troops at Jilong Mountain in the north of the city to protect the Buddhist disciples, so that the Taoist sect would not openly quarrel with the royal family."
The two sides looked at each other and suddenly shouted in unison: "For Yan Chonglang?"
"In the battle in the wilderness, the Taoist sect was almost wiped out at the hands of Yan Qinglang, how could we not retaliate?"
"The Taoist sect must have been planning for a long time, aiming to ambush Yan Chulang in one fell swoop."
"The last time the ambush against Buddhism failed, Qingfeng cannot escape the blame. This time the ambush should be led by Taishang Shenxiao Sect, so Xuanzhu revealed a hint of uneasiness when leaving."
"Yan Qinglang is a shield that can't be killed now."
Wang Ziqiao tapped his fingers on the water mirror, and a wisp of light gray smoke floated out of his fingertips, twisting strangely and transforming into a human form, just like himself.
"Yesterday, when Xuanzhu was distracted, I quietly attached a ray of demonic thought to his body. This wisp of demonic thought was colorless, invisible, harmless and useless, just like a speck of dust on the body. It would disappear on its own after twelve hours, and Hedao
Even an expert can hardly detect it." Wang Ziqiao flicked his fingers, and the human-shaped light smoke swirled, bit by bit, into the water mirror and disappeared. The next moment, the human-shaped light smoke appeared in front of Gao Qingyue and wrapped around his fingers.<
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"It will lead you to trace the evil thoughts and find the mysterious beads."
"Without further delay, I will set off immediately." Gao Qingyue flicked his long sleeves, stepped out with his left foot, and suddenly appeared outside Jiankang City. When he took the second step with his right foot, his figure was vague and indistinguishable, as if he had transformed into a human being.
Thousands of miles of surging river water rushes away all the way.
Wang Ziqiao stared at the water mirror intently. The scenes in the mirror such as rivers, towns, plank roads, vegetation, etc. kept switching, changing with Gao Qingyue's rapid movement...
"Mind guarding the Dantian, concentrating on the Qi, connecting the hundreds of meridians, and the whole body is unified! You little monk, as long as you use the method taught by your family, I guarantee that you can walk as fast as flying!" On the lush Yanzhou ancient road, a morning sun rises
, dyeing the river water in the distance as red as fire. Yan Chinglang shouted loudly, pulled out the stopper of the gourd, and took a few gulps of wine.
"Almsgiver Yan, the young monk's words are so talkative that I have callouses on my tongue. I already have a teacher and am a disciple of Buddhism, so I can't accept you as my teacher. I wouldn't be able to learn the exercises you taught me even if I were killed." Huiyuan replied weakly.
Dao, one foot deep and one foot shallow, dragged behind, like a clumsy turtle. His shoulders, arms, back, and legs were all tied with heavy lead weights. His forehead was dripping with sweat, and he kept panting.
Sighing.
Yan Qinglang wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Then you can walk slowly with this turtle shell on your back. The Sa family has plenty of time to spend time with you."
He walked to the river and looked for a ferry. The river beach was covered with black and yellow silt, and sparse reeds swayed in the morning breeze, making a rustling sound. Next to the reeds, there was a hexagonal river pavilion with peeling paint on the pillars and broken roof tiles.
On the cracked plaque, the words "Duanlang Pavilion" were eroded and blurred.
Duanlang? Yan Jinglang frowned. His name had the word "lang" in it, so the name of the pavilion was obviously ominous. Thinking of this, he suddenly had a whim, and a hint of uneasiness arose out of thin air.
This is a hint of heavenly feeling from the pinnacle master of Hedao.
"Little monk, let's go!" Yan Qinglang didn't hesitate, grabbed Huiyuan and jumped up quickly.
In the vast river, a small black-topped boat sailed slowly.