Luo Hongyan stood at the window, glaring at Pang Jian as he walked away, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
In that empty sea of consciousness, the real Ning Yao was filled with grief and anger, glaring at Luo Hongyan whose skirt was floating and said: "Are you going to humiliate me to death?"
Luo Hongyan tugged at the corner of her mouth and said disdainfully: "With your body and contact with Pang Jian, you actually think this is a kind of humiliation for you?"
"Isn't it?"
Ning Yao said angrily.
Luo Hongyan hummed softly, gathering the power in the Xuanyin Stone again and condensing it into the spirit body.
She said leisurely: "You have lost the feeling of your body, so when I come into contact with his skin, you don't feel anything. However, I still reserve the right to let you see through your eyes."
"Since you can see it, you should know that when Pang Jian entered the Tongmai realm, he opened four meridians in succession."
"Ning Yao, when you entered the Tongmai realm, how many meridians did you open up?"
There was ridicule in her eyes.
Ning Yao hesitated for a moment and then said: "One path was not successfully opened."
"So, why do you think that I am humiliating you by being close to Pang Jian?"
Luo Hongyan was in the void, pulling wisps of "Xuanyin Power" with both hands, and struck rudely: "Up to now, do you still think that you, who was born in the seven major families in this world, will be nobler than Pang Jian?
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Ning Yao was stunned.
"What a stupid woman. Judging from Pang Jian's cultivation talent, you can't even find one in the third world."
Luo Hongyan had a cold face, shook her head, and sarcastically said: "Based on this alone, he is several levels higher than your so-called Ning family background."
"You haven't figured it out yet. You, Ning Yao, are the toad, and Pang Jian is the swan you need to look up to."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Yao seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and her whole body was covered.
"Think about what I say, and stop living in a dream."
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The second day.
When Pang Jian woke up from a hangover, he felt dizzy. He found himself lying in the weeds on the island, covered with a fur blanket.
The bamboo basket he had been carrying and the dragon-patterned spear were on the grass beside him.
He vaguely remembered that blanket belonged to the dead He Rong.
After a moment of confusion, he guessed that Su Meng had seen him fall asleep after drinking too much, and was afraid that he would be cold at night, so she brought a blanket over.
"She is a kind-hearted girl."
Pang Jian nodded secretly, took off the blanket and looked at the grass blades next to him. There was no dew on it, so he knew that a long time had passed.
He also didn't expect that the wine was so powerful that it actually made him drunk like this.
He secretly warned that he must drink in moderation in the future. If the witch took the opportunity to kill him last night, or if he met someone like Dong Tianze again, he would not know how he would die.
He looked around and saw no one around, so he came to the top of the short mountain.
Standing at the highest point, he found that the enchantress was leading the little girl Su Meng in the area with the densest flowers and plants, and was guiding Su Meng to pick herbs.
Su Meng nodded frequently, studied very seriously, and asked softly from time to time.
"He hasn't left yet!"
Pang Jian snorted coldly. Unexpectedly, after last night, the demon girl still stayed and continued to act as Ning Yao.
He couldn't judge the real power of the witch at the moment. Seeing that the witch didn't show any malicious intent for the time being, he was ready to take another look.
After calming down, his eyes wandered and he saw Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping riding a bamboo raft together to the foot of the mountain in the north.
The two were climbing towards the mountain peak leading to the far north, as if they wanted to see what the legendary "weird fog" looked like on the other side of the mountain.
Seeing that no new guests arrived at the island in the middle of the lake, and Dong Tianze no longer showed up, Pang Jian sat down where he was.
He took out the low-quality spiritual stones from the bamboo basket, and with the help of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was about to dissipate on the island, he began to practice together.
Only when his spiritual power was sufficient, he could open up the other four meridians connecting his two feet. After the battle with Dong Tianze, only one-fifth of his spiritual power was left in his spiritual sea.
Such little spiritual power makes him feel very insecure, and he must fill up his spiritual sea as soon as possible.
Time flies and it's evening again.
Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping, after appearing from the other side of the mountain, took the bamboo raft back to the island in the middle of the lake with heavy faces.
Not long after they appeared, Luo Hongyan and Su Meng also arrived beside Pang Jian.
After the conversation last night, Pang Jian's attitude was much colder when he saw Luo Hongyan again. On the contrary, Luo Hongyan seemed like nothing had happened, and she was still chatting and laughing with Su Meng along the way.
It's just that it's hard for Su Meng to smile, so she squeezed out a smile to match Luo Hongyan's, which looked very forced.
"It's the easiest for you. You don't have to do anything. Hey, we are all exhausted, and we have been busy all day without realizing it."
Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Luo Hongyan put on a very hard-working posture, pointed at the herbs piled next to the white tower, and said: "Those guys He Rong, the value of the herbs they were looking for earlier is too low, and they can't be exchanged for it.
How many spiritual stones."
"What I took Su Meng to pick today are the most precious blood-purifying grass, nine-leaf broken star flower, and lightning strike wood."
"Those things can be exchanged for at least a thousand spiritual stones by taking them to the market in the third realm above."
After she finished speaking, Su Meng's big eyes lit up slightly.
Pang Jian said "Oh".
He saw that Su Meng had always been busy, while Luo Hongyan was just relying on her mouth with her hands empty, and now she was pretending to be working hard.
"The Xuanyin Stone belongs to me. You can give me some of the spiritual stones exchanged for these medicinal herbs."
Luo Hongyan was annoyed by his attitude and rolled her eyes at him, but she still said: "Your contribution is greater, so of course you should get more. When Zhou Qingchen comes over later, I will talk to him and take a look at his storage
How much more can the bracelet hold?"
Pang Jian looked strange. After a moment of silence, he asked curiously: "Are those spiritual materials really worth a thousand spiritual stones?"
"Today it's one thousand. This is because Su Meng is not yet...because we are not yet skilled. Tomorrow, the value of the spiritual materials that can be picked will be worth two thousand and five." Luo Hongyan said lightly.
"Thank you for your hard work." Pang Jian looked at Su Meng and said.
Su Meng quickly said: "It's all thanks to Sister Ning's good teaching."
After a while, Zhou Qingchen and his two men parked their bamboo raft by the island and came to the top of the mountain to find the three of them.
"We saw the mist."
Han Duping, who had always been unruly, had a surprisingly solemn face and said: "We didn't dare to go in, we just stared at it from a distance. The strange fog is not stationary, it is slowly spreading in our direction. Press
At that speed, it will cross the mountain peak in a few days, and Ulan Lake will be submerged in ten days."
Zhou Qingchen said helplessly: "I think we should leave the Cenji Mountains as soon as possible."
Luo Hongyan also frowned: "Will it be covered so soon?"
"Almost." Han Duping replied.
"We have finished exploring the wonders of the Cenji Mountains. It's time to return to the family and resume our lives." Zhou Qingchen decided to give up and did not intend to go further.
"Master Zhou, if I can get out of the Silent Mountains alive, I will go to the Zhou family to find you." Pang Jian said softly.
Zhou Qingchen was so anxious that he jumped to his feet: "Pang Jian, are you really planning to explore the depths of the mist?!"
Pang Jian nodded.
He had a vague feeling that the "Fog" was the place where his father disappeared. He had always heard people say that all the monks in this world regarded the "Fog" as the greatest forbidden place in the world.
But he just wanted to take the risk and take a look inside.
"Pang Jian, do you know the dangers involved?!"
Zhou Qingchen stared at him and growled.
"I can imagine." Pang Jian replied.
"No, you don't know!"
Zhou Qingchen shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath, and said: "Since I can remember, all the words related to the mist that I hear are often accompanied by death, unknown terror, and mysterious disappearances. Don't say that.
Practitioners like you and me, people who are hundreds of times stronger than us, will also die in it!"
Han Duping and Luo Hongyan did not say a word, and their expressions were very serious. Apparently they did not want to touch the "weird fog".
Su Meng stared blankly at the mountains in the far north.
Seeing that Pang Jian remained silent after making a decision, Luo Hongyan knew that no one could persuade this guy to make up his mind, so he said: "Well, we still have some time anyway, so you might as well think about the current affairs first.
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"Zhou Qingchen, the herbs Su Meng and I picked are valuable, but we don't have a storage weapon. We need to use your magic weapon to store the herbs we picked. Let's discuss how to distribute them.
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"Let me declare first that I will not take any of the spiritual stones obtained from the medicinal herbs, but Pang Jian must take the majority!"
Last time on the top floor of the tower, Zhou Qingchen had an argument with her because she wanted Pang Jian to possess the Xuanyin Stone.
This time, she took the initiative to fight for Pang Jian's interests so that Pang Jian could get the largest share.
Zhou Qingchen, who wanted to persuade Pang Jian to change his mind, sighed, nodded, and said to Pang Jian: "You can think about it again about the mist."
Pang Jian glanced at Luo Hongyan strangely and nodded: "Yes."
In the next few days, Luo Hongyan still directed Su Meng to pick herbs around the island.
Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping sometimes wandered around Wulan Lake and sometimes went to the surrounding areas to see if they could find Dong Tianze.
Pang Jian, on the other hand, used the existing spiritual stones in his hands to gather spiritual power day and night.
Gradually, the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth on this island began to become polluted.
It's another evening.
After everyone gathered again, Luo Hongyan said: "There was originally a ban on the island, which restricted the departure of souls and ghosts, and also had the effect of purifying spiritual power. Now due to the death of the black turtle and the departure of the beast soul, the ban has disappeared.
Already."
"The ban has disappeared, making the aura become more and more filthy. Now there are no herbs worth me to continue collecting."
She and Su Meng had nothing to do.
"The mist has crossed the mountain peaks."
Han Duping suddenly screamed strangely.
Pang Jian suddenly looked to the north of Ulan Lake, and saw a thick gray fog slowly emerging from behind the close peaks.