Summer is already deep, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and heavy rains are becoming more frequent, but there is still a sense of coldness deep in the forest at Wangyue Peak. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
In Canglang Pavilion, Yun Qing stood in the stream in front of the pavilion, picking up the clear water again and again to wash away the invisible weapons in his hands. On such a hot day, she even changed into a black robe. The hem of the robe was soaked in the water, and the red lotus tattooed on the edge floated in the water, lifelike.
"What are you doing?" Dragon Girl sat bored in the pavilion, holding the ice cubes Zhang Xiaowu brought her to cool off. She really wanted to stay in the water all day long. It's not that she is too weak to bear the heat here, but that it takes some time to adapt to such a far distance from the southwest sea.
"Huan Ren." Yun Qing sighed, the cool water flowing down the smooth arc, her hand pressed against the scimitar, feeling its weak pulse.
"Why do you wash it every day? You haven't used it recently." The dragon girl was puzzled. She turned to Zhang Xiaowu who was standing aside and said, "Go and find something delicious for me, the princess."
Zhang Xiaowu nodded repeatedly and ran quickly to find food to feed the dragon princess.
Yun Qing put the scimitar into the water. His fingertips brushed the blade and even pressed down slightly, but it was not hurt at all: "It will grow."
The dragon girl looked at her in disbelief, then looked at her hand: "You can't even see it, how do you know it has grown up?"
Yun Qing took out the scimitar and said softly: "It's so strong."
I saw a bit of gold gradually glowing in the clear and transparent air. This bit of gold gradually dyed out and slowly formed a breathtaking arc. It was really the edge of a knife. Soon, the entire blade became clearly visible. It was a slender and graceful scimitar, with an extremely thin blade and a sharpness that could cut through gold or jade.
"This way you can see it." Yun Qing put it back into the water and washed it carefully. The color quickly faded and the scimitar returned to its original invisible appearance.
"!!!" Dragon Girl threw the ice cube in surprise and ran down to look at the scimitar in her hand, "Will it change?"
"It can only be used after it has been changed." Yun Qing was helpless, "And the changes are very restrictive, so it's not very convenient."
"So handsome!" The dragon girl looked at her washing the knife with excitement, "Can it change into many different ways or something?"
"There should be eight types, but some of them need to wait until it grows up." Yun Qing is not used to being too close to people. As he explained, the movements in his hand also slowed down, and the weak pulse in the knife gradually disappeared. .
Yun Qing slowly retracted the scimitar, leaving it like this for today.
"Well, how do you grow up?" Dragon Girl asked curiously.
Yun Qing smiled and said nothing.
"Speak quickly!" Dragon Girl roared.
"Your Highness, what do you think of this iced snow lotus root silk?" When Yun Qing was wondering how to satisfy the dragon girl's curiosity, Zhang Xiaowu, who had gone to find food for "Her Royal Highness," came back.
The dragon girl's attention was immediately attracted: "What is this?"
"The guest room is deep in the bamboo, and the lotus net is used to cool down. The young master mixes ice water, and the beautiful woman makes snow lotus root silk." Yun Qing glanced at the things Zhang Xiaowu was holding, and thought that this boy is quite popular. en8.
Dragon Girl immediately became happy when she heard "Beauty": "Come on, come on, give me a taste."
Yun Qing stood quietly in the water and did not come forward. She had not touched food for several years.
"You don't want to?" Long Nu grabbed it with her hands, but Zhang Xiaowu, who was holding the bowl, was frightened.
Yun Qing shook his head: "Bigu."
"Huh? I always thought that immortality only meant fasting." The dragon girl said vaguely while eating.
"Immortals are no longer fasting now." Yun Qing looked at her eating habits and suddenly felt that her expenses would increase greatly on Wangyue Peak. The dragon girl's original body can circle the top of the mountain, but this little thing can't fill her stomach.
"Yellow Spring."
Yun Qing looked up and was startled. The voice appeared so suddenly that she didn't even realize who it was.
A black-robed Taoist walked out of the forest. His expression was serious and solemn, and his long beard was meticulously trimmed. On the corner of his robe was tattooed the ancient Chinese characters "Emperor Yama". He was none other than Demon Lord Qian Yuan.
"Master...!" Yun Qing walked out of the water and bowed to salute. This was the first time in ten years that she saw Demon Lord Chuyuan leaving Yama Tianzi Peak.
Zhang Xiaowu fell to his knees with a plop and said loudly: "See the sect master."
Demon Lord Qian Yuan waved his hand to let him get up without looking at him.
He looked at Yun Qing, and then said calmly: "Let's go."
Dragon Girl asked: "Where are you going?"
Demon Lord Qian Yuan turned around and glanced at her. His eyes were always majestic and solemn, but he actually shocked the dragon girl.
"As ordered." Yun Qing saluted again, then stretched out his hand to straighten his black robe.
Demon Lord Qian Yuan didn't say much. The shadow of Yama behind him flashed away, and he instantly rose into the sky. Black flames rose under Yun Qing's feet, followed closely behind. She was always barefoot, and her pale ankles intertwined with the dark magic flames to create a strange beauty.
Demon Lord Qian Yuan didn't fly very fast, obviously waiting for Yun Qing, who was one step behind him and didn't say much.
"I'm only taking you with me this time, so there's no need to make any false bows." Demon Lord Qian Yuan looked at the clouds in the distance with a steady gaze.
Yun Qing walked to his side, feeling a little unsure about Qian Yuan's intentions. Generally speaking, the sect masters are very particular about their travels. After all, each of the sect masters is the top magical power user in the world, and their every word and deed affects the situation. But on this trip, Qian Yuan didn't even bring a Taoist boy with him. He came to Wangyue Peak in person and called her before setting off.
"The Underworld Holy Temple is under the intersection of Wangchuan River and Jichuan River. Those who are not good at cultivation will die if they go in." Demon Lord Qianyuan explained to her the situation of the Underworld Holy Meeting. He is a saint of the devil, and he doesn't like crowds, so only one person from each sect comes."
Demonic saint
Normally, the Huangquan Holy Conference is hosted by the elders of the nine sects in turn. Unexpectedly, this time it was actually the Demonic Saint who came to convene it in person. Speaking of which, this demonic saint is also somewhat different from other saints. The humanistic saint is the leader of the Temple of Heaven, the immortal saint is the master of the Shenyin Sect, and the demonic saint is the ancestor of all demons in Qingchuan Mountain Mansion. The ghost saint is the lord of Fengdu City, and the recent Buddhist saint is the powerful senior of Guiling Temple. From this point of view, the saints of all major sects all come from a certain orthodox sect, but the saints of the demonic path are somewhat different.
The Demon Saint does not belong to any sect.
Yun Qing has also thought about this. The Demon Dao itself is somewhat different from other Dao systems. Among other Dao systems, there are at most two orthodox traditions, such as the Immortal Dao’s Shenyin Sect and Mianfeng Gallery, and the Human Dao’s Moling Sword Pavilion and Lutian Temple. The Shenyin Sect stabilizes Mianfeng in terms of strength. Corridor Yi Chi, there is no issue of competition between the two, and when the Saint of Humanity was born, Moling Jiange had already retreated into the small world and stopped caring about worldly affairs, so there was no issue of dispute.
However, the demonic path has nine orthodox inheritances and is divided into nine completely independent sects. They are all located in the Wuwu Demon Realm, and they can't see each other when they look up. If the Demon Saint is really born in one of the nine sects of the Demon Sect, it will actually greatly affect the balance among the nine inheritances.
But today's Demon Saint has never stated which sect he belongs to. He has always been in charge of the Huangquan Temple, maintaining harmonious and close ties between the various sects. I have to say that this is the most appropriate choice.
Yun Qing thought for a long time, and finally returned to the words of Demon Lord Qian Yuan, "Only one person from each sect came." So what did the two of them mean
"...Master, did you make a mistake in your calculation?"
Qianyuan glanced sideways at her and said word by word: "You are Huang Quan."
Yun Qing was startled and understood the meaning of Demon Lord Qian Yuan's words. She had known for a long time that this Taoist number generated from the secret patterns of the Underworld Temple's magic map was somewhat unusual, but she did not expect that for the demonic Tao, this Taoist number might not represent a person at all, but some kind of symbolic symbol.
"Because you are Huangquan, you must go to the Huangquan Holy Meeting." Qian Yuan looked down and said, "Go down."
The rapids below were rapid. Two rivers that were so wide that no one could see the edges met for a short distance at this place. The two rivers had different directions, but this section of the river was relatively gentle and the intersection was short, forming a huge whirlpool. The sound of the waves was deafening. Demon Lord Xian Yuan walked on the clouds and walked into the whirlpool as if he were walking on flat ground.
The black flames on Yun Qing's body swelled, then suddenly extinguished, and she quickly fell towards the river. Compared to a smooth flight, Yun Qing has always preferred this kind of unsupported fall. Ever since she watched the fight between Zhu Wuxia and Han Sheng ten years ago, she couldn't stop feeling like she would be shattered to pieces in the next moment. This successful entry into the Tao was able to see through the barrier of life and death, which was also affected by Zhu Wuxia's momentum back then.
Before Yun Qing fell into the whirlpool, he drew out his scimitar. The blade of the blade quickly glowed with water, and the blue edge of the blade rippled faintly, like ripples.
The tip of her knife entered the water first, and every slight change in the water flow, every flow direction, was transmitted to her body through the blade. She carefully experienced this feeling of complete integration with the surrounding environment, which was completely different from before entering the Tao.
Before entering the Tao, what you see is the water flow itself, but after entering the Tao, you can see the "Tao" of water.
She can directly create the appearance of water flow in her mind through these small fluctuations. She can distinguish the origin of every small sound, how it is produced, and how it disappears. These things that in the past had to be deduced from the Book of Heaven appeared almost like instinct.
Entering the realm of Tao does not mean that the understanding of Tao has reached a high level. On the contrary, it is just the beginning. The significance of entering the Tao is to provide a sense organ, just like the eyes are used to identify colors and the nose is used to identify smells. Entering the Tao is the basis for practitioners to distinguish countless rules in the world.
In other words, only by entering the Tao can one achieve enlightenment.
Yun Qing felt quite emotional in her heart. Everything in the world had changed in her perception. Every thing, even the water flow, was brand new. She was completely immersed in the feeling of Tao, and for a moment she didn't pay attention to where Demon Lord Qianyuan was going.
Just like that, she unconsciously followed the water all the way down, and landed on the ground without feeling any pressure.
Demon Lord Juyuan stood directly in front of her, far away, his black robes dancing in the wind, his expression as stern and deep as ever.
Yun Qing looked around calmly, and suddenly realized that something didn't seem right where she landed.
The four walls of the Underworld Temple are covered with magic pictures. The lines are complex and detailed. After looking at them for a long time, you will feel dizzy and exhausted. The temple is majestic and majestic, but its small details are also very exquisite and unique. Yun Qing always feels that he has seen a structure similar to this somewhere. She observed it carefully for a while, but she really couldn't remember where she had seen it. But she soon discovered another problem. The height from the ground to the dome seemed a bit low compared to the size of the temple.
There was something wrong with this temple, so Yun Qing had no choice but to ignore it for the time being and return his attention to his master.
She noticed that the direction of Demon Lord Qian Yuan was the main entrance of the Underworld Temple. Behind that door, you could still see the rushing water, as if it was separated by some invisible barrier and had no impact on the inside. In addition to Demon Lord Qian Yuan, there were about four or five people who walked in from that door. They were all wrapped in the black fog that could not be seen clearly. Yun Qing could only distinguish Qian Yuan.
The place where she fell seemed to be in the center of the entire hall, with neither water nor barriers around it.
Yun Qing was a little strange. She just closed her eyes and walked around for a while. She didn't know what happened when she came down from the whirlpool. Could it be that she walked in through the door herself
Demon Lord Qian Yuan gave her a reassuring look, and then walked towards Yun Qing. Several other people also took their places. There was silence in the entire hall, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Not long after, several more people came in from the main entrance one after another.
There are now ten people in the entire temple, standing in a circle around the lines of the magic map on the ground. Everyone is waiting for the saint to appear.
Yun Qing felt a lot of pressure. The distance between the ten people was almost equal. Demon Lord Qianyuan stood on her left side, and on her right was an indistinguishable black figure. Yun Qing had a feeling that when others looked at her, they could only see a black shadow.
After standing like this for a while, Yun Qing could only feel the demonic aura spreading like a mountain, and the other nine people did not hide their aura. This feeling made it difficult for her to breathe. A total of nine orthodox leaders of the demonic path were in full force at such a close distance. Just standing like this made her feel doubly uncomfortable.
She glanced at Demon Lord Qian Yuan on her left. He closed his eyes to rest and seemed not to be affected at all. But his appearance was completely different from what Yun Qing saw on weekdays. He was like a beast waking up from a deep sleep. He didn't need to do anything, and his breath alone gave him a deadly feeling.
Yun Qing tried his best to maintain a straight posture under this pressure, feeling cold sweat continuously sliding down his back.
Just when she felt unbearable, a clear and sweet voice broke the silence.
The sound was like the collision of small pieces of metal, one after another, which struck straight into the heart. The man came in from the front door, and the first thing Yun Qing saw were his hands.
The shape of the hand is extremely graceful, and the silver chains are entangled into a suffocating network. The faint glimpse of the fair skin color through the network is actually thrilling.
The hands suddenly raised and touched the corners of his lips, and the demonic saint said with a slight smile: "Huang Quan, you are stepping on your own demonic pattern."