Ningzhou in Tiannandongyu Country is an inconspicuous small state next to Changzhou, where Fallen Devil Valley is located.
This state is completely opposite to the dense and boundless mountainous area of Changzhou. There are loess barren slopes everywhere, and few trees and rivers appear. Therefore, there are very few immortal cultivators living in this state. There are only a few small cultivating families occupying the The few low-quality spiritual veins in this state are at ease, and no one competes with them for anything.
In the southwest of Ningzhou, there is a mountain called Linglin Mountain, which is one of the few lands with spiritual veins in this state. The area of this Linglin Mountain is not too small, it is more than a hundred miles wide, but the spiritual vein of the mountain is only a mere ten miles.
Only the main peak of Linglin Mountain and the two nearby small hills are barely enough for monks to meditate and practice, but it is such a small place, but there are three cultivating families, one big, two small, living here at the same time, which happen to occupy the three peaks respectively.
The Huang, Li, and Wang families were forced to settle in a place like Ningzhou where spiritual energy was lacking. Of course, they were all small, low-level families. It is the most powerful Huang family among them, not to mention the monks who formed the core, and even the monks who established the foundation are only two people. The rest of the disciples are all low-level disciples in the Qi refining period, and most of them are in the third or fourth level. There are even thousands of children from the three families who have no spiritual roots at all, and have to live in the outskirts of Linglin Mountain.
The three families are so close to each other, they can still get along without trouble, and the normal friendship is naturally considered good. Even in the past hundred years, the disciples of the three families have intermarried and formed marriages. Investigating its origin, it turns out that although the quality of the spiritual veins in Linglin Mountain is really not very good, the three families share an unknown strange spiritual spring on the top of the main peak.
Although this spiritual spring is not a rare spiritual eye like the spring of spiritual eyes, it is also a spiritual object with magical effects. After using the water from this spring plus some spirit tea soaked in spirit medicine, the low-level disciples below the fifth or sixth floor in the Qi refining period can wash their marrow in the Book of Changes to a certain extent, which will be of great benefit to their future cultivation. Although the three families knew that this place was not a good place for cultivation, they still gritted their teeth and insisted on staying here, which is one of the main reasons.
However, although this spiritual spring has such a strange effect, it can't be used all year round. Instead, there are only a few fixed days every year when this spiritual spring gushes out from the ground, and the spring water each time is pitifully small. It is not enough for the distribution of the three families. As a result, after some discussions with the elders of the three families in the early years, the three families simply sent people to seal up the spiritual spring, and only opened it every ten years.
The amount of spring water accumulated by Lingquan in ten years is enough for the three families to use at one time, and every ten years is also the time when the new disciples of the three families grow and appear, so it will not cause the problem of Lingquan being wasted.
There is only one spiritual spring in this area, so the three families have to tie together to protect and use these spiritual objects together, and open the spiritual spring every ten years to give the young disciples in the family a good medicine for washing the marrow.
And on this day, at the top of the main peak of Linglin Mountain, a grand opening ceremony of the Lingquan is being held. In front of a black mountain wall with a height of more than one hundred feet, there were dozens of disciples of the three families lined up in several rows, and everyone looked at everything in front of them with excited faces.
These disciples, the older ones are only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the younger ones are only eleven or twelve years old. Most of them are at the third or fourth level of the Qi refining stage, and there are even those who are only at the first or second level of the Qi refining stage.
At the front of the crowd, there are more than a dozen monks who are much older, all of whom are above the tenth floor of the Qi Refining Stage, and even three of them are old men whose cultivation has entered the Foundation Establishment Stage, one in the middle stage, two early days.
These dozen or so advanced monks were holding a magic weapon in their hands in front of the stone wall, chanting incantations non-stop, and were performing the ceremony of releasing the restriction of the magic circle. On the tall stone wall on the opposite side, there are seven or eight prohibition symbols of different colors, large and small, which are flickering with aura.
At this moment, under the leadership of the three old men, the incantations spoken by more than a dozen monks became loud and hurried, and at the same time, the Dharma flags in the hands of the three gradually became brighter and brighter.
A moment later, the three old men raised their hands almost at the same time, and struck out a spell, which turned into a cloud of light and swept away, and the talisman on the stone wall was melted by the spell and fell down.
At this time, there were several disciples holding jade boxes in their hands, and the disciples who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward, picked up these talismans one by one, carefully put them into the box, and immediately retreated. This kind of prohibition talisman is also a rare treasure for a small family like theirs, and it cannot be lost.
A white aura emerged from the stone wall without the talisman restriction, and it trembled slightly at the same time. Immediately, the monks in front, including the three old men, simultaneously raised the Dharma flag in their hands, and slender filaments of light of different colors shot out from the tip of the flag, and disappeared into the white light one after another.
The rock wall shook more violently, and then amidst the roar of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the stone wall gradually split into two halves from the middle, exposing a large semicircular gap more than ten feet wide in the middle.
All the young disciples of the three families in the back all stared wide-eyed, staring at the situation in the gap hastily and non-stop.
You must know that this spiritual spring is regarded as a treasure by the three families. Ordinary family disciples may only have this chance to see the spiritual spring in their life, so naturally they don't want to miss anything. In fact, almost three-year-old children in the family can articulate the true appearance of this spiritual spring.
A three-foot-long and one-foot-wide pool made of pure white jade is located at the depth of the gap more than ten feet away. Looking at it at a glance, only Xiaobanchi's clear and transparent spring water is in the jade pond, so pure that it seems spotless. What is even more extraordinary is that there is an indescribable fragrance faintly exuded from these pools, which makes people feel comfortable and refreshed after smelling it.
There was a commotion among the young disciples, and the white-faced, beardless old man in the middle of the three old men suddenly turned around, his eyes shot sharp and sharp and looked around, and all the commotion subsided immediately.
This is Huang Yuanming, the elder of the Huang family. He has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, and he can be regarded as the real number one monk in Linglin Mountain. Not only the disciples of the Huang family were in awe of him, but also the young disciples of the Wang and Li families also respected him very much.
"Hehe! Brother Huang's prestige is still effective, and can make these little guys obedient." Another gray-robed old man saw this scene, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile.
"Of course, Brother Huang's current cultivation has reached the end of the middle stage of foundation establishment, maybe he can go one level higher and enter the late stage of foundation establishment?" Another green-robed old man also said enviously.
"The two virtuous brothers were joking. As brothers are at this age, there is still a chance to advance to the next level. Such an opportunity is only reserved for the younger generation. Let's brew spirit tea as soon as possible. Let these little guys take it. This time there seems to be more spring water in the pool than in previous years, which is a good thing." After Huang Yuanming laughed, the other two elders were naturally the foundation-building elders of the other two families.
These two families are even worse than their Huang family, so they can only barely cultivate a foundation-building monk to support their appearance. Huang Yuanming and these two are also close friends for many years, so they don't care about what they said just now.
The other two elders also smiled slightly, stopped mentioning the matter, and began to turn their heads to order the secret disciples who brewed spiritual tea from their respective families to come forward and start brewing immediately.
Immediately, two disciples from each family flew out in response to the sound, and went straight to the pool. But in the eyes of everyone, when these disciples had not yet reached the edge of the spirit pool, a shocking accident suddenly occurred.
Three or four zhang above the pool, suddenly there was a low-pitched thunderclap, and after a few flashes of multi-colored rays of light, a black ball of light suddenly appeared out of thin air. Then the pitch-black ball of light made a strange sound of "Here!" It began to distort and deform, and turned into a Zhangxu long space crack and came out. Then there was a "plop", and amidst the stunned monks, a figure was thrown out by a cloud of five colors, and just fell into the jade pond below.
Then the space crack flickered a few times before disappearing without a trace.
As soon as the figure fell into the pool, he let out a small sigh, stood up in a flash, glanced at the monks in front of the pool, and showed a strange expression on his face.
The three cultivators headed by Huang Yuanming were already too terrified to say a word.
The famous figure was a young man in a blue Confucian robe. He was a little surprised to see so many monks in the place where he fell out, and there was a flash of embarrassment, but then his expression returned to normal.
There was a flash of blue light on his body, and the drenched Confucian shirt in the pool suddenly evaporated and became extremely dry.
"Where is this place? Is it still Dongyu Kingdom?" The man raised his foot seemingly casually, and he floated out of the pool. Then he turned his eyes and easily found Huang Yuanming, who was the most cultivated monk among the monks present, indifferently asked, his words were full of unquestionable tone.
"This is Ningzhou, Dongyu Country? I don't know the senior's name, can you teach me the name?" Huang Yuanming used his spiritual sense to scan the cultivation of the man in front of him early on, but his heart was shocked, and he couldn't tell the depth of the other party at all. It shows that the other party is at least a monk in the alchemy stage, and the situation of the other party is really weird, so he naturally dare not be negligent in the slightest, and after giving a deep salute, he replied cautiously.
The other two old men also sensed the unfathomable depth of Han Li's cultivation, and in their hearts horrified, they also gave a deep salute and smiled along with them.
"Ningzhou..." The young man blinked, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but he repeated the sentence in his mouth, and there was a hint of contemplation on his face.
Naturally, this person was Han Li who had just escaped from the wreckage of the Lingyuan Garden. At this time, twenty-seven years had passed since the original Battle of Fallen Devil Valley.