Jingguo, the summer of the 156th year of Anping in the new calendar.
In the past ten years, the war between Shiwan Dashan and Lutian Temple has intensified, with more than one million casualties. In the southern wilderness, thousands of miles of scorched earth, bleeding and drifting.
For ten years, the Fire Phoenix of Sleeping Phoenix Corridor inherited the suzerainty, but the Fire Phoenix was still young and could not make his own decisions. The main combat faction, dominated by Jinghua, the chief apprentice of the fourth generation, and the peace faction, dominated by the senior sister Jiu Huan of the fourth generation, stand side by side.
In the past ten years, Guiling Temple had the great ability of Buddhism and Taoism to achieve the holy position. Since then, the decline of Buddhism without a saint in thousands of years has been reversed in one fell swoop. Taking advantage of the civil strife in Mianfenglang, Guiling Temple expanded wantonly, approaching Jieyouya. Jueluan, the fifth-generation direct disciple, inherited the great lineage of Buddhism and Taoism, promoted Buddhism, and unified the snow-capped mountains.
In ten years, Dongxuanzi was led into the fairy gate, and the ten sons of Shenyin gathered together. Except for the head of the ten sons, Shenxiaozi, who had no trace, the other nine immortals all threw themselves into the troubled times.
In the past ten years, the orthodox descendants of the ghost way appeared on the southern front, and the phantom of Fengdu City descended over Ci'an City, fighting against Huabiao of the National Teacher's Office. Not long after, the direct lineage of the ghost way was repelled by the national teacher himself by walking on the altar of heaven.
In the past ten years, the major sects of the north and the south have thrown themselves into war, while the orthodoxy of the demonic sect, which lives far away in the realm of invincible demons, is still silently silent.
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The clear spring washes the stones, the pine shadows are sparse and slanted, and the wet soil makes a "puff puff" sound when stepped on.
Wangyue Peak is located at the lowest place in the entire Six Paths Yan Mozong. There was a shower last night, and there was a rushing stream at the foot of the mountain, and there was no place to stay.
Everyone thinks that there are no delusional demons and poor mountains and rivers, but in fact the scenery is not inferior to fairyland. Yan Mozong of the Six Paths lives in the middle of the realm of no delusion, and the scenery on the several main peaks has its own advantages and disadvantages. Take this moon-watching peak as an example. There are thousands of shapes, or heavy snowfalls, changing seasons, and you can see the whole thing in one day.
It is supposed to be such a beautiful place, it would be great for the disciples to come to realize the unity of heaven and man, but the moon-watching peak is deserted all the year round.
The outer disciple Zhang Xiaowen stepped on the protruding stones on the stream, jumped step by step, and rushed up the mountain along the stream. The cobblestone was washed all night, and then got stuck in the mud. It was not slippery, and it was thanks to him being a practitioner that he could hold the balance.
After crossing the river in this way and wading through the mud, we finally reached the halfway up the mountain. Zhang Xiaowen looked around, there was no one there, everything was silent, and occasionally he heard a sad bird song, which made his hair stand on end.
He was so tired that he pulled his legs out of the wet mud, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the corner of the pavilion under the 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 dense branches and leaves in front of the pavilion, and the shadow inside is not very clear.
"The water of the Canglang is clear and can wash my tassels; the water of the Canglang is turbid and can wash my feet..."
A faint voice came from the side of the pavilion.
Zhang Xiaowen stopped suddenly, his face full of horror, he swallowed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, it was just a fluke to avoid the heat, but he unexpectedly met him! By the way, didn't that person sit on the top of Wangyue Peak all year round? How could he be in such a small and cramped pavilion now
"If you are tired, come and sit in the pavilion." The low and soft voice gradually became clear.
Zhang Xiaowen's hands and feet were stiff, and he didn't dare to resist. He rushed into the pavilion as if he was being pulled by a thread. Before going in, he had a vague glimpse of the plaque on the pavilion, which was the Canglang Pavilion.
He nervously observed the inside of the pavilion. Although it looked dilapidated, the surrounding area was very clean. Standing at the corner of the pavilion was a strong man as tall as two of him, with a sturdy face, his upper body was bare, and a layer of animal skin was simply wrapped underneath. On the bench next to the burly man lay a young girl obediently. This girl had a delicate and beautiful face, and she was wearing a thick sacrificial attire. She didn't seem to feel the heat.
Zhang Xiaowen was horrified to find that the eyes of these two people were devoid of sanity, he couldn't help thinking wildly, wouldn't that person make him look like this when he trespassed on Moon-Watching Peak
The sound of rushing water came from the side and rear, Zhang Xiaowen forced himself not to turn his head, but the thin sound of running water seemed to have infinite confusion, making him look over it completely uncontrollably.
The girl standing in the middle of the stream was barefoot, blind, and dressed in thin white clothes. She bent down to pick up a handful of clear and cold stream water, and then poured it into her hands. The water seemed to slide down something invisible, and splashed into thousands of gestures, refracting bright colors under the tiny halo. She lowered her head to clean the invisible weapon in her hand, her black hair slid down, and intertwined with the rippling water to form a soft and stable light and shadow.
Zhang Xiaowen was almost dumbfounded, not because the other party was so good-looking, but because he felt that this person shouldn't appear in such a detached and worldly manner. No matter how you think about it, the background color of this person should be blood red.
"Qingsi washes the tassels, turbidity washes the feet, take it for yourself. This little fellow Taoist, don't you think so?" The girl seemed to smile, and Zhang Xiaowen suddenly felt cold all over.
"My lord, my lord..." Zhang Xiaowen stammered, his heart was in a mess, he thought that if the answer didn't meet the other party's wishes, he would be killed.
The girl was still smiling, as if waiting for his answer.
"Valentine Huang Quan, I, I just went the wrong way. I am Zhang Xiaowen, an outer disciple... I will leave Wangyue Peak right now..." Zhang Xiaowen became more and more frightened as he thought about it, and almost sat down on the ground. He said in a panic, " Your lord, please let me go! Please!"
His legs were trembling, and he couldn't move at all.
"Are you afraid?" The girl stepped out of the stream, 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 fucking scared to pee when I see you!
"Don't be afraid." She didn't open her eyes, but Zhang Xiaowen still felt the gentle gaze, "Because all the pain you fear has an end, since these things 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 is your small and short-lived pain at this moment?"
Zhang Xiaowen felt that she was fooling himself. If he answered "Yes, yes, it's nothing", maybe the head would fall to the ground in the next second. Anyway, he himself said it was nothing.
"I, I haven't lived enough." His voice was as thin as a mosquito.
"Which mountain are you a disciple of?" Huangquan Mozun, that is, Yun Qing, asked softly. She walked into the pavilion, took two small lamps from nowhere, and put them on the stone table. Water droplets condensed on the inner wall of the tea cups, forming a small puddle of nectar, black flames circled around the two tea cups, and dense water vapor rose up.
"Not selected into Zhufeng yet." Zhang Xiaowen watched Yun Qing cooking tea, feeling a little lonely from her back for some reason.
Yun Qing lifted half of her sleeves to get the teacup. Her exposed wrist was very pale, with a hideous and simple big sun and black sky wheel printed on it. The big sun and black sky wheel had a jet-black metallic luster, as if it had been smelted In general. Zhang Xiaowen didn't dare to look too much, so he quickly looked away.
"How about coming to Moon Peak?" Yun Qing said lightly.
There are seven main peaks in the Yan Mozong of the Six Paths, surrounded by six peaks, and Yan Mo Tianzi Peak is in the middle. There are underground palaces built under the six main peaks guarding Yanmo Tianzi Peak. Thousands of outer disciples are cultivated in the underground palaces. There are also six underground palaces that are connected to each other, and they are named after the six ways. What Zhu Wuxia said about the scarcity of demonic disciples means that there are few direct disciples, and there are not many living disciples in recent years. However, there are always a large number of outer disciples, and there is never a lack of them.
Zhang Xiaowen was terrified. Generally, those who practice on the main peak are inner sect disciples. Although outer sect disciples can come in and out, they are not allowed to stay. Right now, Demon Lord Huangquan intends to recruit him into the inner sect!
"Brother, disciple..." Zhang Xiaowen stammered and wanted to answer, but he was also a little afraid of the girl in front of him who took Huang Quan as her dao name.
"Junior Sister is very interested, I wonder if I will have the honor to try this new tea from Moon-Watching Peak?"
An elegant and slightly feminine voice came from afar, but a person wearing a loose long robe came out from the shadow of the trees. The man's clothes were covered with phoenix flowers, his neckline was wide open, his collarbones were exquisite, and he used jasmine flowers to help make up his temples, adding a bit of cuteness. This person was dressed as a woman, but without any trace of rouge, she could be recognized as a man at a glance. Zhang Xiaowen recognized him at a glance, he is the only man who likes to make up in the Yan Mozong of the Six Paths, and he is also a direct senior brother.
"I expected you to come today, so I made tea halfway up the mountain. Are you... leaning on the pillow and leaning on the jasmine hairpin?" Yun Qing glanced at him with her heart as she spoke, and almost laughed out loud at this glance.
The man walked forward a few steps, and walked around in front of the stone table, the scent of jasmine was overwhelming, Zhang Xiaowen was very close to him, and immediately stood there not knowing what to do.
"That's right, it's this one. How about showing me the jasmine hairpin?"
Yun Qing shook her head, and replied seriously: "Jasmine is a villain in fragrance, and its fragrance is alluring, just like a flattering smile on one's shoulders, so it's better for the Thousand Change Demon Lord to be more elegant."
Qian Bian thoughtfully said: "I'll show you when I change it next time, by the way, I have something serious to tell you after taking care of this makeup."
Yun Qing handed him one of the small lamps, and then said with a smile: "I know what's going on, and I will go to Yanmo Tianzi Peak with you after I arrange this little disciple."
"You always understand people's minds, at least leave something for me to say in person." Qian Bian reproached, but his expression was happy.
When Zhang Xiaowen heard that the focus was on himself, he was shocked. He looked older than Huangquan Demon Venerable, but when she mentioned "little disciple", it didn't seem out of character at all.
"Go to the Palace of the Six Paths to get your belongings and come to Wangyue Peak. There is a pool about 180 steps west of the pavilion, and there is an open space in front of the pool. You will live there from now on." Yun Qing said gently to Zhang Xiaowen Said.
Although Qianbian Mozun is quite close to Yun Qing, he has never looked directly at Zhang Xiaowen. At this moment, he was sipping tea and smiling at the girl lying on the bench.
Zhang Xiaowen ran down Wangyue Peak as if he was about to receive an amnesty, feeling both excited and terrified.
"It looks good, but the refining technique is a little rough, why don't you let me come?" Qian Bian suddenly pointed at the girl when she finished explaining the matter.
Yun Qing looked gentle and peaceful, as if nostalgic, as if mourning: "Of course important people have to do it themselves."
Qian Bian stared closely at the girl with dull eyes, and sighed with some emotion: "Demon Venerable Huangquan really values friendship..."
"It doesn't matter if you don't mention it." Yun Qing didn't seem to want to mention the girl's matter, "Master asked you to come to me because of the South China Sea rebellion?"
Qian Bian shook his head: "The suzerain only said to let you go to Yan Mo Tianzi Peak, but 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 and stopped her.
Qian Bian leaned over, leaned over and smiled secretly: "It's probably about the South China Sea. Huang Quan, the elders have been dissatisfied with you and me for ten years, why not take this opportunity of the South China Sea... to prove the truth!"
"Don't bring this up again."
Yun Qing folded her hands in her sleeves, her expression indifferent.