Zheng Zhenzhen ran towards Jie Mountain through the white snow, and Amang should still be waiting for her there. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
Maybe Yun Qing is here too
Not long ago, she brought a page of paper that Yun Qing gave her back to Mianfeng Gallery, but she failed to meet Jinghua and Jiuhuan. Shenyinmen Qingxuzi has been resting in Mianfeng Gallery these days. The two of them have many things to do and are under great pressure, so they don't often appear in front of her.
Zheng Zhenzhen put the piece of paper on the Jinghua case and told the little Taoist boy to tell her if he met Jinghua.
Before she left, she took one last look at the cold pool and the leafy peach blossom trees beside the cold pool. The branches and leaves of the peach trees rustled in the wind, and the fallen leaves curled up and fell into the cold pool, forming a silent ripple of early spring. Here she, Jiu Huan, Jing Hua and other senior Taoists also laughed and discussed the Tao and the Dharma. But now she must leave.
Zheng Zhenzhen is still a little reluctant to give up. The seniors at Mianfenglang are very good to her and have never scolded her for her poor comprehension ability. Compared with running around with Yun Qing under the pursuit of several holy places, maybe The quiet and peaceful Mianfeng Corridor is more suitable for her practice.
But Zheng Zhenzhen really had no choice.
It was a mistake for her to enter Mianfenglang with a deceitful intention at the beginning, and it is even more wrong to defect to Mianfenglang now. At this moment, Zheng Zhenzhen understood a little bit. When she left Ci'an City under Yun Qing's half-coercion and half-seduction, she might have been destined to make some mistakes.
But it's not like there's no chance to make up for it. As Yun Qing told her, all the karma owed must be repaid in the end. Under the law of heaven, no one can escape.
Zheng Zhenzhen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was no longer confused and afraid.
She ran quickly through the wind and snow. Since this was the path she chose, there was no reason to give up halfway.
Just when she and Aman met and the two started walking towards the far north, Jinghua finally returned to her room.
"Senior Jinghua, Senior Sister Zheng Zhenzhen left something for you." When the little Taoist boy saw her coming back, he immediately came to greet her and said.
Jinghua frowned, she felt something was wrong with the word "stay".
"Where is she?"
The little Taoist boy was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and said hurriedly: "I don't know."
Jinghua frowned even more tightly, and she walked to the case, where a thin black paper was placed. Jinghua used a series of detection techniques on it, but the paper had no reaction and still lay quietly on the case.
She stepped forward and twisted the paper. There was a subtle amount of Qi flowing on the black page, and it looked like very pure Demonic Qi. Jinghua had never noticed the demonic aura in Zheng Zhenzhen. Where did this piece of paper come from
This demonic energy seems to be flowing continuously according to a specific trajectory, and the fluctuations are very subtle, but it cannot be hidden from a person with advanced cultivation like Jinghua. "The First Essay of Elegant Literature" She carefully felt the energy on the piece of paper, and was surprised to find that it actually turned into two fragments of text.
The first half kills and eats people, and the second half is reborn as a Buddha.
Jinghua tightened her hands and narrowed her eyes.
"The opportunity has come."
"What chance?" Jiu Huan lazily leaned against the door and glanced inside, "Hey, something from the devil's path?"
Jinghua said quickly: "Sister, there are three things. I will tell you from beginning to end according to their importance."
"Huh?" Jiu Huan said while taking a slow sip of wine before she could figure out the situation.
Jinghua rushed up and snatched her wine jar, and said solemnly and excitedly: "First, we can send troops to Boundary Mountain. The reason is in my hands."
Jiu Huan took a sip of wine and almost spit out: "Huh?"
"Secondly, the direct descendant of the demonic path has appeared in the Nanfeng Continent. Now the immortals and demons want to intervene in the Jiuming Rebellion, and we must make a choice."
Now Jiu Huan's expression became serious. Shenyin Sect is in Beichuan Continent. Although it takes a lot of effort to get here, it is not impossible, but the devil's way is different. The Demonic Path is separated from the Southern Continent by countless islands and even a world. They must have a big plan after going through so much to get to the Southern Continent.
"Third, Zheng Zhenzhen has colluded with the devil and has now defected. She may have had ulterior motives in getting involved. Senior sister, you may consider issuing a pursuit order."
Jiu Huan raised her eyebrows, her eyes were still hazy, and she couldn't see clearly what she was thinking. She replied solemnly: "This is natural, so please leave your junior sister to worry about the expedition."
"Right now, Qing Xuzi is here with us. The timing is the best. The time of his departure is uncertain. I suggest that the Boundary Mountain be moved immediately."
"Okay." Jiu Huan nodded, turned around and walked out of the room, not forgetting to take back the wine jar from Jinghua before leaving.
When she passed the peach blossom tree, she laughed and threw the wine jar upwards. The crystal wine droplets reflected dots of peach blossom red, and the sky was filled with brilliant water and flower colors. Her body was stained with peach blossom wine, her bun hung loosely, she was dressed in a soft and gorgeous palace dress, her lotus steps moved slightly, and she stepped on the flowers.
The scenery is picturesque and the beauties are like flowers.
It's a pity that after such a day of debauchery, she can only get drunk on her own. The girl who once accompanied her to watch flowers and drink with her in a daze has now embarked on an unpredictable path.
"Hey, the cold pond is drunk with wine for a thousand days, and the peach blossoms in March have no one to pity..."
"No one pities the peach blossoms in March!"
Jinghua watched Jiu Huan drift away, and calmly began to issue the edict to the various inner disciples. She led more than a hundred people who came after hearing the news to go straight to Jieyou Cliff, boarded a flower boat from the cliff, and flew to the edge of the boundary mountain.
It only took less than half a stick of incense to arrive at the Mianfenglang flower boat on the boundary mountain. The flower boat was brightly lit, the pavilions and corridors were elegant and exquisite, and women in palace costumes with different temperaments were holding long swords. The immortal mantle is fluttering, and the elegance is unparalleled.
Mianfeng Corridor is a unique place in the world, and its reputation is well-deserved.
"Guiling Temple shelters evil spirits, ignores the way of heaven, and leaves the common people with nothing. We, the disciples of Mianfenglang, obey the order! Remove the boundary mountain, eradicate this filthy chaos, and reestablish the orthodoxy of Snow Mountain!"
Sometimes what is needed to start a war is not conclusive evidence, but just an opportunity and a trigger. As long as there is a reason to start a war, any gap can be exploited, and there is never a shortage of such reasons between the two major traditions of Mianfenglang and Guiling Temple.
Jinghua wanted to use the content on this page as an opportunity to take advantage of the Shenyin Sect to regain the territory she lost two years ago in one fell swoop, and even go one step further to seize the initiative between the two sects.
She had been thinking a lot recently. When Qing Xuzi arrived, she was already planning to break with Guiling Temple. As soon as Qing Xuzi arrives, half of the time is ripe, and the paper from the devil's path in her hand also indicates that the other half of the time is ripe. The relationship between the two sects has always been like walking on thin ice. Neither one will make mistakes easily and let the other party take advantage of them. This time such important information has been leaked from Guiling Temple, it is undoubtedly a rare opportunity in a thousand years.
Qingxuzi once said that Zihong of Guiling Temple would attain the status of Buddha. Senior masters like Zihong must have been seeking a breakthrough in the stupa. However, Huohuang, who had just appeared in Mianfenglang, was still young and not experienced in the world. At the moment, he was still unable to compare with the old-style great magical powers. Jinghua felt that her cultivation was not enough to clear the way for the sect, but if she could take this opportunity to force Zihong out and interrupt his promotion, it would be considered as buying Huohuang some time.
So Jinghua was willing to attack Daxue Mountain in one fell swoop when there were only a few clues of suspicious origins. She could not and did not dare to miss this opportunity.
To be fair, Jinghua is not the most outstanding disciple of Mianfenglang's generation, but he is the most suitable person to lead Mianfenglang from self-cultivation behind closed doors to this vicissitudes of life.
At this moment, the magic formations set up by two sects on the Boundary Mountain erupted with intense light, resisting the arrival of Mianfeng Corridor. But Jinghua just raised her sword high and jumped off the flower boat.
The long sword in her hand turned into thousands of sword shadows, each one as big as a pillar holding the sky. The sharp and sharp sword light fell on the snow-capped mountains, cutting off half of them.
Jinghua gently landed on the top of the mountain she had flattened, thrust her long sword into the ground, and said loudly: "Go north, go to war!"
On the flower boat behind her, more than a hundred brilliant rays of light flew towards the snow-capped mountains in the north.
Jinghua was the source of all light. She lifted the long sword beside her, looked up to the sky and roared, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Zizai Cliff of Guiling Temple!
At this moment, inside the stupa.
"Mianfenglang is here." Yun Qing's hand that had already stretched out to the relic quietly retracted it.
Zihong sighed: "What's wrong... The favorable geographical situation belongs to me, but the weather, time, and people are all in your hands."
"No, I'm just afraid of death, so I buried one more move." Yun Qing said humbly, "Senior Zihong, please go slowly, I won't send him away."
Zihong could not kill, the relics were belonging to the deceased, and even Liaoyuan did not dare to touch them until he had passed away, so it was impossible for him to kill Yunqing and then take away the things. He didn't even dare to take Yun Qing's things by force. People outside the painting could clearly see the secret, but Yun Qing's body was always in chaos. This meant that she must have a treasure on her body. If he took the object by force and the treasure retaliated, he estimated that He can't go easily, and in the delicate balance maintained with Mianfenglang, he cannot be weakened even a little bit as the leader of Buddhism.
So the method he adopted was very tame, and it had the meaning of "I won't let you go if you don't hand over your things, and we'll see who can afford it when the time comes."
But the current incident at the Boundary Mountain forced him to temporarily let Yun Qing out of his sight. As Jinghua expected, even if he was in seclusion for promotion at this time, he had to stop and resolve the issue at the Boundary Mountain first. Yun Qing had Fang Cunzhan, the Book of Heaven, and Amang who was outside the Dharma Protector Formation. If there were no outsiders like Zihong watching, it would be too easy for her to escape.
Zihong looked at her deeply, turned around and left the stupa.
"We will definitely see you again in the future."
His back disappeared at the door of the stupa, leaving only these plain words.
Yun Qing's smile faded slightly, black flames rose from her body, and the Book of Heaven drove Fang Cunzhan to operate to the extreme. The moment Zihong stepped out of the protective formation, she also disappeared in an instant.
The mountain road north of Zizai Cliff became more and more rugged. Zheng Zhenzhen walked slower and slower, and in the end he couldn't even keep up with Amang. She has a weak foundation, and her body-lighting skills are not very durable. Once her energy is exhausted, she can only drag her legs in the snow and run. Zheng Zhenzhen wanted to catch up with Amang who was walking forward, but suddenly he stumbled forward and fell forward.
This time, she didn't fall face down in the snow because she was held firmly by someone.
Zheng Zhenzhen looked up blankly and burst into tears when he saw Yun Qing with her eyes closed.
Yun Qing has grown taller in the past two years and looks to be thirteen or fourteen years old, but other changes have not been much.
Yun Qing raised her hand and wiped her tears with her clean sleeves: "Why haven't you changed at all?"
It's not that it hasn't changed at all. I've had a great time in Mianfenglang in the past two years, and I've even gained some baby fat. But her eyes were as innocent and pure as ever.
"Let's go, now is not the time to reminisce."
Yun Qing let go of the hand holding her, and Zheng Zhenzhen staggered and regained his balance.
"Yes!" Zheng Zhenzhen nodded vigorously with red eyes, staring at Yun Qing, for fear that she would disappear again the next second.
Amang had stopped when Yun Qing appeared and looked at the two of them with a silly smile.
"We may have to go to Beichuan Continent to take refuge. This time I offended Guiling Temple severely..."
When Yun Qing met her again two years ago, there was almost no barrier. She calmly explained to Zheng Zhenzhen what to do next, and then motioned for Amang to carry Zheng Zhenzhen on his back.
The two of them just talked slowly, the other listened silently, and walked towards the far north little by little.