Under the cold pool of Mianfeng Gallery, Zheng Zhenzhen held a wine jar and walked furtively towards the peach blossom tree. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
"Did you bring it?" Jiu Huan still looked the same, sitting lazily under the tree with empty wine jars piled around him.
Zheng Zhenzhen stuffed the wine jar into her hand and complained: "Senior Jiuhuan, why don't you use magic to condense the wine into a small space, so as to save me from running around. If I were caught by Senior Jinghua, She has to peel off my skin!"
"What are you talking about! My sect is an immortal, and most of the skills in my sleeves are used to fight against enemies. Do you still want to open up a small world in a wine jar? Besides, once the magic is touched and the spiritual energy is stained, the smell of wine will not be that good. It’s pure, not good.”
Jiu Huan happily took the wine jar, and even scolded Zheng Zhenzhen after getting an advantage.
Zheng Zhenzhen had no choice but to watch her drink heavily. She was very tired after running for a long time, so she sat down under the peach blossom tree, looked up at the sky, and missed Yun Qing a little in her heart. There are very few things to think about when getting along with Yun Qing, and everything will be easily settled by her. All Zheng Zhenzhen has to do is scream a few times at the right time. But Zheng Zhenzhen found it difficult to accept herself being so weakly dependent on Yun Qing. On the one hand, she always enjoyed the pleasure of being cherished, but on the other hand, she felt self-loathing because she couldn't do anything.
She also wants to be like Yun Qing, like seniors like Mian Feng Lang, and become a fearless seeker of the truth.
"Are you homesick?" Jiu Huan saw that her expression was a little gloomy, so she asked.
Zheng Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment and shook her head. She didn't have much family.
"That's right. Once you enter the immortal path, you can't have any distracting thoughts other than becoming an immortal." Jiu Huan's tone was a little lonely. Compared to Jinghua's rigorous and serious attitude, Jiu Huan always seemed to act casually. But this is also in line with the inheritance of Mianfenglang. They are involved in the way of freedom.
"Why? If you are free and happy, don't you just think about whatever you want?" Zheng Zhenzhen asked puzzled.
"If you have thoughts in your heart, you will be bound by what you think about. It is not truly free." Jiu Huan shook his head and sighed, "Having longing in your heart only means that you have something that you can't let go of. This is the way of immortality. Big taboo.”
"Senior, is there anything you can't let go of?" Zheng Zhenzhen asked curiously. She felt that Senior Jiu Huan, who felt autumn and regretted spring every day, did not look like a direct disciple of Xiaoyao Dao.
"Hahaha, you're still asking me?" Jiu Huan laughed and took a sip of wine, "Of course there are. I can't let go of these early withered peach blossoms, the fine wine brewed by the cold pond water, and the experience of the world of mortals. I was a heartless man at that time, and I can’t let go of my defeat at the hands of Guiling Temple two years ago... There are too many things that I can’t let go of.”
Zheng Zhenzhen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed after hearing the word "heartless man". This was the first time she heard Jiu Huan mention such a thing. en8.
"But I will not shake my Taoist heart because of these flowers, this wine, this person, and this defeat." Jiu Huan looked slightly solemn. She looked at Zheng Zhenzhen's confused expression and said, "No one is born spotless. You can go through filth and disaster, but the pure heart in your heart cannot be contaminated by external things."
"Hold on to your true heart, and over countless years you will find that the traces of filth and disaster left on your body will become shallower and shallower, and those things that you could not let go of will gradually sink into invisible places. Until then Time is the time when you are truly free and at ease. If you hesitate to move forward because of something you can’t let go of, your path to seeking the truth will only become narrower and narrower.”
Zheng Zhen really realized something and smiled gratefully at Jiu Huan: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."
Jiu Huan waved her hand and was about to finish the last bit of wine when she caught sight of Jinghua coming down the mountain. Her expression was indescribably solemn.
"Senior sister, there is a direct descendant from Shenyin Sect." Jinghua did not avoid Zheng Zhenzhen, she didn't even say hello, she just said these words.
Jiu Huan put down the wine jar and frowned: "When did it happen?"
"The news just came down from the Tongtian Divine Vein. It is estimated that people will arrive soon." Jinghua's expression became more and more serious, and she looked like she was facing a formidable enemy.
"This is not a good thing. Someone has arrived just as soon as the news about the Heavenly Divine Vein arrives. It must be the art of shifting the universe. The other party must at least have Small Perfection. But at the moment, except for you and me, who have not yet attained Perfection, there are no other direct successors. None of them are here, I’m afraid…”
"I'm afraid I can't suppress him." Jinghua finished her words, and then said quickly, "We don't have time, please follow me to Jieyou Cliff."
Jiu Huan drank the last sip of wine quickly, pushed the wine jar into Zheng Zhenzhen's hand, and said, "Follow me."
Jinghua was walking very fast in front. She couldn't help but turn around and said, "Why did you bring her with you?"
"Take her to see the world." Jiu Huan said with a smile.
Zheng Zhenzhen knew that she was not at their level yet, so she did not dare to interrupt at will. It seems that although Shenyin Sect and Mianfeng Corridor are both inherited from the Immortal Path, they do not necessarily have a good relationship. The Shenyin Sect looks inconspicuous, and is far less arrogant and domineering than the Hundred Thousand Mountains. However, in the battle against Mo Lingjian Pavilion, it was so serious that no one in the monastic world has dared to take advantage of it easily.
After the battle with Shenyin Sect Qingtian, Moling Jiange established its own small world to recuperate and recuperate. It has not dared to show up in Beichuan Continent yet, which shows that it has really damaged its vitality.
When we arrived at Jieyou Cliff, the cold wind howled, the sea of clouds rolled, and the pale sunshine and pale snow complemented each other.
A young man wearing a moon-white Taoist robe stood in the wind. He has a clear face, deep eyes, white hair like a waterfall, and his whole person is as bright as the cold moon, which cannot be blasphemed.
"Mianfenglang Jinghua has seen the senior."
"Mianfenglang Jiuhuan has met the senior."
Although they were direct disciples of the same generation, the difference in their realms forced them to bow before him. Zheng Zhenzhen paused for a moment, and when the white-haired man looked over, she quickly said: "Zheng Zhenzhen has met the senior in Mianfeng Gallery."
She was still holding a wine jar in her hand, standing there feeling awkward.
The man just nodded lightly and said, "We don't need to be polite when talking about friendship."
"Fellow Taoist has come from afar, and I failed to welcome the guests." As a senior sister, Jiu Huan could only make the decision at this time. Since the other party said that we should treat friends as equals, she had nothing to be pretentious about, "By the way, haven't you asked your fellow Taoist his name yet?"
"Young Taoist Qingxun." The man said little and simply answered briefly.
Mianfenglang also has many contacts with Shenyinmen. Jiuhuan knows that these supreme Taoist cultivators are very cold and taciturn, so he is not annoyed: "Fellow Taoist, would you like to sit inside the door, drink... cough, drink tea and talk?" "
"No need." Qing Xuzi shook his head, "I have the respect of my master and I dare not delay."
Jiu Huan knew the important point was coming, so he followed the topic and said, "You and I are both immortals. If fellow Taoists need anything, just ask."
"I came here from the Heavenly Divine Vein and wanted to borrow your land for a few days to recover my strength." Qing Xuzi was not polite and made his request.
Of course Jiu Huan would not refuse: "Of course there is no problem. I wonder if I, Mianfenglang, can help with the matter entrusted by the saint?"
"Recently, a direct disciple of Shenyin appeared in the south. After the master found out about him, he named him Dongxuanzi, and then sent me to bring him over." Qingxuzi explained this matter in detail.
When Jiu Huan heard that it was an internal matter of the other sect, he also knew that it was not convenient to interfere, so he smiled and said: "Congratulations to your sect. After Dong Xuanzi was introduced to the sect, it is the first time in ten thousand years that the ten sons of Shenyin are reunited."
Qing Xuzi's expression was calm, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes: "Master said that the fire phoenix that was rarely seen in sleeping phoenix corridor in ten thousand years has appeared, and the saint who has been sleeping for ten thousand years in Shiwan Mountain has also woken up. Zihong of Guiling Temple There is only one step away from the position of Buddha, and great prosperity is expected in the Temple of Heaven... Compared to these, the gathering of the ten sons of Shenyin is nothing. At most, it will add ten more corpses to this troubled world."
Jiu Huan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he heard the last sentence. The ruthlessness of Taishangdao was unreservedly displayed in these words. He said this to all his disciples. The saint on the divine lineage of Tongtian didn't know what he was thinking. What.
"I've learned a lesson." Jiu Huan said solemnly, "There is some turmoil in the south right now, so the thought of coming to pick him up must be hindered by it, right?"
"Before leaving, Master told me that if there is any turmoil, just solve it easily." Qing Xuzi's face was cold.
Jiu Huan thought to himself, wasn't the implication of the saint's words that they wanted to get the direct disciple back unscathed, and that they were also going to intervene in this orthodoxy dispute
The north is on the verge of breaking out, and the south is becoming more and more chaotic. The Nanfeng Continent has slid irrevocably into the abyss of chaos.
Rise or destruction, probably lies somewhere between this line.
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At this time, Yun Qing in the corpse cave was facing a pair of slender white hands.
She was surprised at best, but the other two elders of the Corpse Cave were simply frightened. The one with black hair jumped up to three feet high and jumped far away. The one with white hair almost rolled to the edge of the river, and then without hesitation jumped into the river that was filled with the smell of corpses.
None of them paid attention to a junior like Yun Qing and just ran for their lives.
When Yun Qing saw the two people escaping, she knew that the things in the "holy coffin" were probably not easy to mess with, but she might not be sure that the person in the coffin was the key to breaking through the mystery of heaven, so she still planned to take a risk.
The hands gently lifted the coffin lid, the movement was very smooth, and there was no sense of rigor mortis at all. Although the skin on this hand has a pale color that has not been seen all year round, and the joints on the wrist are distinct and a bit thin, Yun Qing can still clearly tell that it is a man's hand.
Yun Qing stood there, with the black snake swimming in his hand, ready to go.
The coffin lid was mostly lifted up and slid to the ground in one fell swoop. The man in the coffin seemed to be tall, and it was difficult to get up while curled up inside. He first put his hands on the edge of the coffin, and then lifted himself up little by little.
His back was facing Yun Qing, his back was naked, and two huge chains were pierced through his shoulder blades. The chains were connected to the inside of the coffin, trapping him.
The man in the coffin fiddled with the chain twice, then slowly turned around.
Yun Qing glanced over, and the first thing he saw was a pair of mindless eyes, and then he noticed the man's face. At this moment, she threw the black snake out of her hand almost without hesitation and attacked the opponent's front.
She didn't even look at the result of this blow, turned around and urged Fang Cunzhan to leave the Walking Dead Sect, and appeared next to Amang in an instant.
In the deep corpse cave, the man in the coffin was stunned by the black snake's blow, but his body had a faint golden light and was completely uninjured. He stood up slowly, stood quietly in the coffin and looked outside the bone cave.