Mirror Kingdom, the summer of the 156th year of Anping in the New Calendar. en8.
In the past ten years, the war between Shiwandashan and Lutiantan has become more and more fierce, with more than a million casualties. In the southern wilderness, there are thousands of miles of scorched earth and bloodshed.
In the past ten years, Huohuang of Mianfenglang has succeeded as the sect leader. Huohuang is still young and cannot make his own decisions. The main war faction, headed by the fourth-generation disciple Jinghua, and the main-harmony faction, headed by the fourth-generation senior sister Jiu Huan, share power and coexist. The two sides are at loggerheads. Huo Huang is unable to intervene, and has actually been sidelined.
In the past ten years, a great Buddhist and Taoist monk in Guiling Temple achieved the status of a saint. Since then, the decline of Buddhism that has been without saints for thousands of years has been reversed in one fell swoop. Guiling Temple took advantage of the civil strife in Mianfenglang to expand aggressively, approaching Jieyou Cliff. Jue Luan, the fifth generation direct disciple, inherited the great tradition of Buddhism and Taoism, promoted Buddhism and unified the snow mountains.
In the past ten years, Dong Xuanzi was introduced into the Immortal Sect, and the Ten Sons of Shenyin gathered together. Except for the head of the Ten Sons, Shen Xiaozi, there was no trace at all, and the other nine Immortal Lords all joined in the troubled times.
In the past ten years, the orthodox successors of Ghost Dao appeared on the southern front line, and the phantom of Fengdu City descended over Ci'an City, competing with Huabiao of the Imperial Prefecture. Not long after, the ghost's direct descendant was personally repelled by the National Preceptor using the Lutian Holy Altar.
In the past ten years, all the major orthodoxies in the north and south have been involved in wars, but the orthodox orthodoxy of the demonic path, far away from the Wuwu Demon Realm, has remained silent and silent.
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The clear spring washes the stone, the pine shadows are sparse, and the moist soil makes a "puff-puff-puff" sound when stepped on.
Wangyue Peak is located at the lowest point in the entire Six Paths of Yama Sect. It rained last night, and there was a rushing stream at the foot of the mountain, leaving no place to stay.
Everyone thinks that there is no magic land with poor mountains and harsh waters, but in fact the scenery is not inferior to that of fairyland. The Six Paths of Yama Sect is located in the middle of the Wuwu Demon Realm. The scenery on the main peaks has its own uniqueness. Take Moon Watching Peak as an example. The winding paths in the mountain lead to secluded areas, and the scenery changes every ten steps, including mountains, rocks, strange trees, flowing water and falling flowers, or clouds. Everything, whether it's snowing heavily or the four seasons change, can be seen in one day.
It is said that in such a beautiful environment, it would be good for the disciples to come and realize the way of unity between heaven and man, but Wangyue Peak is so deserted all year round.
Outer disciple Zhang Xiaowen stepped on the protruding rocks on the stream, skipping step by step, and rushed along the stream towards the mountain. The pebbles had been washed away all night and were stuck in the mud. They were slippery. Fortunately, he was a practitioner who could grasp the balance.
After crossing the river and wading through the mud, we finally reached the mountainside. Zhang Xiaowen looked around and saw that there was no one and everything was completely silent. Occasionally, he heard a sad bird call, which made his hair stand on end.
He was so tired that he pulled his legs out of the wet mud. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the corner of the pavilion covered by thick shade.
It was a very dilapidated octagonal pavilion. The river overflowed last night, and a thin stream meandered around the pavilion. There is an old tree with thick branches and leaves in front of the pavilion, and it is difficult to see clearly inside. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
"The water in Canglang is clear, so I can wash my tassel; the water in Canglang is turbid, I can wash my feet..."
A faint voice came from the edge of the pavilion.
Zhang Xiaowen stopped suddenly, with a look of horror on his face. He swallowed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was just lucky enough to come here to escape the heat, but he didn't expect to encounter him! By the way, doesn’t that person sit at the top of Moon Moon Peak all year round? Why is he in such a small and cramped pavilion now
"If you are tired, come and sit in the pavilion." The deep and soft voice gradually became clearer.
Zhang Xiaowen's hands and feet were stiff and he did not dare to resist. He rushed into the pavilion quickly as if he was being pulled by a thread. Before entering, he vaguely caught a glimpse of the plaque on the pavilion, which was the Canglang Pavilion.
He nervously observed the inside of the pavilion. Although it looked shabby, the surroundings were very clean. Standing at the corner of the pavilion was a strong man as tall as two of him, with a fierce look on his face, his upper body was bare, and his lower body was simply covered with a layer of animal skin. There was a young girl lying obediently on the bench next to the strong man. This young girl had a delicate and beautiful face. She was wearing a thick sacrificial dress and she didn't seem to feel the heat.
Zhang Xiaowen was horrified to find that neither of them had any sanity in their eyes. He couldn't help but think wildly. Wouldn't he be like this when he trespassed on Wangyue Peak
The sound of rushing water came from the side and behind, and Zhang Xiaowen forced himself not to look back, but the thin sound of running water seemed to have endless confusing meaning, making him look over completely uncontrollably.
The girl standing in the middle of the stream was barefoot, blind, and wearing thin white clothes. She bent down and picked up a handful of clear, cold stream water, and then poured it into her hands. The water seemed to slide down along something invisible, splashing into thousands of shapes, reflecting bright colors under the tiny halo. She lowered her head to clean the invisible weapon in her hand, and her black hair fell down, intertwining with the rippling water color to form a soft and stable light and shadow.
Zhang Xiaowen was almost dumbfounded. It wasn't that the other person was so good-looking, but he just felt that this person shouldn't appear in such a transcendent and worldly manner. No matter how you think about it, the background color of this person should be blood red.
"The Qing Si washes the tassels, the Zhuo Si washes the feet, and you can take it for yourself. My little Taoist friend, do you think so or not?" The girl seemed to smile, and Zhang Xiaowen suddenly felt chilled all over.
"Honored, venerable..." Zhang Xiaowen stammered, his heart in a mess. He thought that if the answer was not what the other party wanted, he would be killed.
The girl still smiled, as if waiting for his answer.
"Venerable Huang Quan, I, I just took the wrong path. I am the outer disciple Zhang Xiaowen... I will leave Wangyue Peak right now..." The more Zhang Xiaowen thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he almost sat down on the ground. He said in a panic, " Venerable Sir, please let me go! Please!”
His legs were trembling and he couldn't move at all.
"Are you afraid?" The girl walked out of the stream step by step. The edges of her white clothes were stained with water, giving her an unreal sense of transparency.
Zhang Xiaowen thought to himself, isn’t this nonsense? I'm going to freak out when I see you!
"Don't be afraid." She did not open her eyes, but Zhang Xiaowen could still feel the gentle gaze, "Because all the pain you are afraid of has an end. Since these will end sooner or later, what do you have to be afraid of? ?Since the whole world will come to an end one day, what does your small and short-lasting pain mean at this moment?"
Zhang Xiaowen felt that she was just fooling him. If he had answered "Yes, yes, it doesn't matter," he might be dead in the next second. Anyway, he said it didn't matter.
"I, I haven't lived enough yet." His voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
"Which mountain are you a disciple of?" Demon Lord Huangquan, also known as Yun Qing, asked softly. She walked into the pavilion, took two small lamps from somewhere, and placed them on the stone table. Water droplets condensed on the inner wall of the tea cups, forming a small pool of nectar. Black flames circled around the two tea cups, and dense water vapor rose.
"I haven't been selected into the peaks yet." Zhang Xiaowen looked at Yun Qing cooking tea, and for some reason felt that her back was a little lonely.
Yun Qing lifted up half of her sleeves to get the tea cup. Her exposed wrist was very pale, with a ferocious and simple big sun and black sky wheel printed on it. The big sun and black sky wheel had a dark metallic luster, as if it was smelted into Just average. Zhang Xiaowen didn't dare to look further and quickly looked away.
"How about coming to Wangyue Peak?" Yun Qing said calmly.
The Six Paths of Yama Sect has seven main peaks, surrounded by six peaks, with Yama Tianzi Peak in the middle. There are underground palaces built under the six main peaks guarding the Yama Tianzi Peak. Thousands of outer sect disciples are trained in the underground palaces. There are also six interconnected but independent underground palaces, each named after the Six Paths. When Zhu Wuxia said that there were few demon disciples, he meant that there were only a few direct disciples, and not many of them were alive in recent years. However, there were always a lot of outer disciples, and there was never a shortage.
Zhang Xiaowen was horrified. Generally, those who practice on the main peak are inner disciples. Although outer disciples can also come and go, they are not allowed to stay. Now the Demon Lord Huangquan means to take him into the inner sect!
"Brother, disciple..." Zhang Xiaowen stammered and wanted to agree, but he was a little afraid of the girl in front of him who took Huangquan as his Taoist nickname.
"Junior sister, I'm so excited. I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to try this new tea from Wangyue Peak?"
An elegant yet feminine voice came from afar, and a man wearing a loose robe was seen walking out from the shadow of the trees. The man's clothes were decorated with phoenix flowers, his neckline was wide open, and his collarbones were delicate. He also used jasmine flowers to help make up his temples, which made him even more cute. This person was dressed as a woman, but without any makeup or makeup, he could be recognized as a man at a glance. Zhang Xiaowen recognized who he was as soon as he saw him. He was the only man in the Six Paths of Yama Sect who liked makeup, and he was also a direct senior brother.
"I expected you to come today so I cooked tea on the mountainside. Are you... leaning on a pillow and wearing jasmine flowers?" Yun Qing said as she glanced at him with her eyes. She almost laughed out loud at this glance.
The man stepped forward and circled in front of the stone table. The scent of jasmine was overwhelming. Zhang Xiaowen was very close to him, and he immediately stood there not knowing what to do.
"Yes, this is it. How about you help me take a look at this jasmine hairpin?"
Yun Qing shook his head and replied seriously: "Jasmine is a little person among fragrances. Its fragrance is alluring and evocative, just like a flattering smile on one's shoulders. The Qianzhan Demon Lord should change to something more simple and elegant."
Qianbian said thoughtfully: "I'll show you the next time I change it. By the way, while I'm just looking at this makeup, I have something serious to talk to you about."
Yun Qing handed one of the small lamps to him, and then said with a smile: "I know what's going on. After I arrange this young disciple, I will go with you to Yama Tianzi Peak."
"You always understand people's thoughts, at least leave something for me to say personally." Qian Bian said angrily, but his expression was happy.
When Zhang Xiaowen heard that the focus was on himself, he suddenly became excited. He looked older than Demon Lord Huangquan, but when she talked about "little disciple", it didn't seem inappropriate at all.
"Go to the Palace of Six Paths to pick up your belongings and then come to Wangyue Peak. There is a pool about a hundred and eighty steps west of the pavilion. There is an open space in front of the pool. You can live there behind." Yun Qing said to Zhang Xiaowen gently. said.
Although the Thousand Transformations Demon Lord is quite close to Yun Qing, he has never looked directly at Zhang Xiaowen. At this time, he was sipping tea and looking at the girl lying on the bench with a smile.
Zhang Xiaowen felt as if he was about to receive amnesty, and ran down Wangyue Peak quickly, feeling excited and scared at the same time.
"It looks good, but the refining technique is a bit crude. Why don't you let me do it?" Qianbian suddenly pointed at the girl after seeing her explain the matter.
Yun Qing's expression was gentle and peaceful, as if he was nostalgic and sad: "Important people naturally have to do it themselves."
Qian Bian stared closely at the girl with dull eyes, and sighed with some emotion: "Demon Lord Huangquan really values friendship..."
"It's okay not to mention it." Yun Qing didn't seem to want to mention this girl's matter, "Master asked you to come to me because of the rebellion in the South China Sea?"
Qian Bian shook his head: "The sect master only asked you to go to Yan Mo Tianzi Peak, and he didn't mention anything else."
Yun Qing nodded, packed the tea set, and was about to get up and go.
The moment the two figures crossed each other, Qian Bian reached out to stop her.
Qian Bian leaned over and smiled slyly: "It's probably about the South China Sea. Huang Quan, the great elders have been dissatisfied with you and me for ten years, why not take advantage of this good opportunity in the South China Sea... to prove the truth!"
"Don't mention this matter again."
Yun Qing put his hands in his sleeves with an indifferent expression.