In Longhu Mountain, an eternal pine stands standing, with strands of fairy spirit falling down, nourishing all things, and creating a myriad of atmospheres.
Underground, which is difficult to see with the naked eye, ninety-nine true dragons are entrenched, holding dragon beads in their mouths, and are constantly working the magic of heaven and earth. After Zhuang Yuan enlightened the ninety-nine spiritual acupoints to form the pattern of true dragons holding beads, the dragons and tigers
The fairy land in the mountain is becoming more and more magical. It is already the top fairy land in the world. It is only one step away from becoming a holy land.
Outside Longhu Mountain, the golden eagle crows, turns into ink, and the mirror-washing figure appears. In order to prevent being discovered along the way, he not only changed the route many times, but also made various cover-ups.
"Finally here."
Looking at the fairy mountain looming in the clouds and mist, the big stone hanging in Xi Jing's heart finally settled. He knew that he would be safe here.
But at this moment, the sky rippled, and Bai Zhining's figure appeared.
"I already know your purpose of coming, but the teacher has not come out of seclusion, so I am afraid I will disappoint you."
Looking at the washing mirror, Bai Zhining spoke.
Although most of the information sent out by the Great Yan Dynasty through various channels was intercepted, some of it still reached Longhu Mountain.
After learning that Ji Xian had been plotted and was still in a coma, Bai Zhining felt uneasy. Ji Xian was Zhang Chunyi's registered disciple, and the two of them were considered brothers. Their relationship was not that good, but they were much closer than ordinary people. The most important thing is that Ji Xian, as the human king of the Great Yan Dynasty, has the protection of the national destiny, and ordinary means cannot hurt him. The person behind the attack must not be simple.
Under such circumstances, the message for help from the Great Yan Dynasty was still successfully transmitted to Longhu Mountain, and Xi Jing was still able to appear unscathed. This was indeed a bit abnormal, and Bai Zhining smelled a dangerous aura from it.
Maybe she is overthinking, but as the current leader of Longhu Mountain, she must think more. The most important thing is that not long ago, the Ten Thousand Demon Valley launched a fierce offensive against the Nine Heavenly Gates.
True Lord Tao Yao also appeared in his body again, leaving Liu Er, Heishan and Wu Sheng unable to escape.
These two things happened to happen together. If it was a pure coincidence, Bai Zhining would not believe it.
Upon hearing Bai Zhining's words, Mr. Xi Jing's expression suddenly froze.
"The method used by King Yan is strange, and it is suspected to be from the Dream Dao. I want to pay a visit to Elder Wumian, and I would like to ask fellow Taoists to help me."
He quickly adjusted his mentality and without saying anything to invite Zhang Chunyi to come out of seclusion, he faced Bai Zhining and bowed in front of the mirror.
The Great Yan Dynasty does have a close relationship with Longhu Mountain, but this does not mean that he can not recognize his position. Since Bai Zhining said this, it means that Zhang Chunyi's retreat is extraordinary. p>
Seeing such a scene, Bai Zhining let out a sigh.
She knew that this matter was somewhat strange. At this time, the teacher was in seclusion, Liu Er, Black Mountain, Wu Sheng, and Zhang Chengfa were all on the battlefield outside the sky. The senior brother had turned into grass and trees again. Longhu Mountain was unprecedentedly empty. If possible, she really wouldn't
She hopes that Longhushan will get involved in this matter now, but after all, Ji Xian is her junior brother and a member of the Longhushan lineage.
"Come with me."
Opening the door, Bai Zhining walked into Longhu Mountain.
Hearing this, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and the mirror washer hurriedly followed.
On the other side, Wang Yanzhi also contacted Jixia Academy in the wilderness through secret methods. After receiving Wang Yanzhi's request for help, Jixia Academy did not give feedback immediately.
The message spread to the outer world.
The means to make a human king like Ji Xian unconscious is naturally not simple. Middle-earth is isolated from the world, and Jixia Academy is also powerless. Moreover, this method also reminded the current master of Jixia Academy of something.
, so the information will be immediately transmitted to Tianwaitian.
The vast sky is the true foundation of Confucianism. A vast river runs through the sky and the earth. There is no limit to the sea of learning. There are roads in the mountain of books. On the mountain of books, two figures, an old man and a middle-aged man, are playing chess.
The old man has white beard and hair, and looks very old. He takes care of everything meticulously. His eyes are deep and have a kind of wisdom that can see into the world. He is middle-aged and graceful. He wears a jade crown, and his snow-like robe is stained with a few ink marks, showing a trace of unruliness.
He is a very charming person.
"More than an era has passed, and this game of chess will finally have a result."
At a certain moment, the chess piece fell and the middle-aged man smiled.
If Wu Mian is here, he will find that this middle-aged man is almost exactly the same as the Nan Huazi he saw when he obtained the "Dream Sutra", except that his breath is slightly different.
Hearing this, the solemn-faced old man also smiled.
"It seems that you, the other one, finally lost your composure and bit the bait you left behind. But this is normal. After all, he took the wrong path and went to extremes. What are you going to do next?" p>
As he spoke, the old man gave birth to a child, whose face was actually 70% similar to the statue of a saint in the Confucian Confucian Temple.
"What else can we do? It's just to end the cause and effect."
Speaking of this and thinking of the past, Nan Huazi felt a little sad. It was hard to say who was right and who was wrong between him and the Nightmare Moth. It was just that one person had two ideas and eventually split.
Hearing this, the old man raised his head, glanced at Nan Huazi, and let out a sigh.
"Your talents were top-notch in our generation, and you were born to be a child of Dream Dao. As long as you continue step by step, heaven and earth will naturally help you become a Dream Dao Immortal. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have wasted all these years." p>
Looking at his friend in front of him, the old man felt full of apologies.
At that time, Confucianism was not tolerated by the Great Victory Emperor and was brutally suppressed. If Nanhuazi had not helped, it would have been impossible for Confucianism to escape from the prison of China and enter the barbaric wilderness. It was even less possible for him to seize the opportunity to become enlightened. However, Nanhua
As a result, Zi was robbed and seriously injured by Emperor Ying. In the end, his soul was divided and he fell into a dream forever.
Hearing this, Nan Huazi smiled.
"Bo Wen, you and I have known each other since we were young and have known each other for many years. It seems so natural to say this. I have indeed helped you, but we are in such a different place. I am sure that you will help me too. And if it weren't for you, I would never have been able to help you."
It’s time for silence, then will we have the freedom we have now?”
"As for the immortal Tao and fruit, without the dream Tao, I still have the Painting Tao. Now that I have finished the cause and effect, I have perfected my state of mind. The immortal is as close as I am."
There is a surge of pride in his heart. After so many years of silence, Nan Huazi has accumulated enough. For him, the biggest obstacle to becoming an immortal is the nightmare moth. If he does not understand this cause and effect, his state of mind will not be perfect and he will never be able to achieve success.
Tianxian Avenue.
Looking at Nan Huazi like this, the old man did not think he was arrogant, but nodded in agreement. He has this talent.
As for Bowen, it is his name, his full name is Wang Bowen, but no one has called him by this name for a long time since he opened up Confucianism and became an immortal.
"Kun has been swimming in the sea for a long time, and the time has come. He should turn into a golden roc and soar in the sky."
Whispering softly, the Confucian saint placed another piece on the chessboard, and the originally dead game suddenly became more alive.