Summer is already deep, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the rainstorms are more frequent, but the depths of the Mochizuki Peak forest still carry some gloomy and cold meanings.
In the Canglang Pavilion, Yunqing stood in the stream in front of the pavilion, picking up the clear stream time and time again to clean the invisible weapons in his hands. On such a hot day, she also changed into a black robe. The hem of the robe was soaked in the water, and the red lotus tattooed on the edge was floating in the water, lifelike.
"What are you doing?" Longnu was sitting in the pavilion bored, holding the ice cubes Zhang Xiaowu brought her to cool off. Now she can't wait to stay in the water all day long. It's not that she's too weak to stand the scorching heat here, but that she needs some time to adapt to a place so far away from the Southwest Sea.
"Huanblade." Yun Qing sighed, the cool water flowed down in a smooth arc, her hand pressed against the scimitar, feeling its weak pulse.
"What do you wash it every day? You don't use it recently." Long Nu was puzzled, she turned to Zhang Xiaowu who was standing aside, and said, "Go find something delicious for this princess."
Zhang Xiaowu nodded repeatedly, and quickly ran to find something to feed the Dragon Princess.
Yun Qing put the scimitar into the water, brushed the blade with her fingertips, and even pressed down slightly, but there was no injury at all: "It will grow."
The dragon girl looked at her in disbelief, and then looked at her hand: "You can't even see it, how do you know it has grown?"
Yun Qing took out the scimitar, and said softly, "You're really strong."
I saw a bit of gold gradually appearing in the clear and penetrating air, and this bit of gold gradually dyed out, slowly forming a breathtaking arc, which is really a blade. Soon, the entire blade became clearly visible. It was a slender and graceful scimitar with an extremely thin blade, carrying the sharpness of cutting gold and cutting jade.
"This way you can see it." Yun Qing put it back into the water and washed it carefully. The color quickly faded away, and the scimitar returned to its original invisible state.
"!!!" Longnu threw the ice in surprise, and ran down to look at the scimitar in her hand, "Can it change?"
"It can only be used if it is changed." Yun Qing was helpless, "and there is a lot of restrictions when changing, it is not convenient anyway."
"It's so handsome!" Dragon Girl watched her wash the knife excitedly, "Can it change into many kinds or what?"
"There should be eight types, but some of them can only be done after it grows up." Yun Qing was not used to being too close to people, and while explaining, the movements in his hands also slowed down, and gradually the weak pulse in the knife disappeared. .
Yun Qing slowly retracted the scimitar, let's leave it like this for today.
"Well, how did you grow up?" Dragon Girl asked curiously.
Yun Qing smiled without saying a word.
"Say it!" Dragon Girl roared.
"Your Highness, what do you think of this lotus root shredded with ice and snow?" When Yun Qing was having a hard time finding out how to satisfy Longnu's curiosity, Zhang Xiaowu, who had gone to find food for "His Royal Highness", came back.
Dragon Girl's attention was immediately attracted: "What is this?"
"The place where the guest stays in the bamboo deep, when the lotus is cleansing to enjoy the coolness. The young master mixes ice water, and the beautiful woman snows the lotus roots." Yun Qing glanced at the things Zhang Xiaowu was holding, thinking that this kid would be a crowd pleaser.
As soon as the dragon girl heard "beauty", she immediately became happy: "Come, come, give me a taste."
Yun Qing stood quietly in the water and did not step forward. She hadn't touched food for many years.
"You don't want to?" Long Nu grabbed it with her hands, but Zhang Xiaowu, who was holding the bowl, was terrified.
Yun Qing shook her head: "Bigu."
"Huh? I always thought that bigu is the only way to live in immortality." Longnu said vaguely while eating.
"Immortal Dao is no longer bigu." Yun Qing looked at her food, and suddenly felt that she might have to spend a lot on Moon Moon Peak. The original dragon girl can circle the top of the mountain, this little thing can't fill her stomach.
"Yellow Spring."
Yun Qing raised her head, startled, the voice appeared so abruptly that she didn't even realize who it was.
A black-robed Taoist stepped out of the forest, with a serious expression, his long beard was carefully trimmed, and the ancient characters "Yan Mo Tianzi" were tattooed on the corner of his robe, he was Qianyuan Mozun.
"Master...!" Yun Qing came out of the water and bowed to salute. This was the first time in ten years that she saw Demon Lord Zhu Yuan leave Yan Mo Tianzi Peak.
Zhang Xiaowu fell to his knees with a "plop" and said loudly, "See the suzerain."
Qianyuan Mozun didn't look at him and waved him to get up.
He looked at Yun Qing, then said lightly: "Let's go."
The dragon girl asked, "Where are you going?"
Mozun Qianyuan turned his head and glanced at her. His eyes were always dignified and solemn, and even the dragon girl was shocked.
"Obey." Yun Qing saluted again, and then stretched out her hand to adjust the black robe on her body.
Qian Yuan Mozun didn't say much, Yan Mo phantom flashed behind him, and he rose into the air instantly. A black flame rose under Yun Qing's feet, followed closely by her. She was always barefoot, her pale ankles intertwined with the dark magic flame into a strange beauty.
Mozun Qianyuan was not flying fast, apparently waiting for Yun Qing, Yun Qing was one step behind him and didn't say much.
"This time I only brought you alone, so there is no need to make extravagant salutes." Qianyuan Mozun looked at the clouds in the distance, his eyes were serious.
Yun Qing walked to his side, feeling a little unsure of what Qian Yuan meant. Generally speaking, suzerains are very particular about their travels. After all, the orthodox nine branches of magic, each suzerain is the world's top supernatural powers, and their words and deeds affect the changes in the situation. But this time, Qianyuan didn't even bring a Taoist boy with him, so he came to Wangyue Peak in person, called her and set off.
"The Temple of the Underworld is below the intersection of the Wangchuan and the Jichuan. Those who are not well-cultivated will die if they enter." Mozun Qianyuan explained the situation of the Underworld Holy Meeting to her. People are saints of the demonic way, he doesn't like crowds, so only one person comes to each sect."
Demon Saint
Generally speaking, the Netherworld Holy Meeting is presided over by the elders of the nine sects in turn, but this time it was actually held by the sage of the devil himself. Speaking of which, this demonic saint is also somewhat different from other orthodox saints. The humane saint is the suzerain of the Temple of Heaven, the immortal saint is the master of Shenyin Sect, and the demon saint is the ancestor of all demons in Qingchuan Mountain Mansion. The saint of ghosts is the city lord of Fengdu City, and the saint of Buddhism and Taoism who appeared recently is the senior Da Neng of Guiling Temple. From this point of view, the saints of all Dao lines come from a certain orthodox sect, but the saints of the Demonic Dao are somewhat different.
Saints of magic do not belong to any sect.
Yun Qing also thought about this. Demonism itself is somewhat different from other orthodoxy. In other orthodox traditions, there are at most two orthodox lineages, such as Shenyinmen and Mianfenglang in Immortal Dao, and Moling Jiange and Lutiantan in Humanity. Shenyinmen has stabilized Mianfeng in terms of strength. Lang Yi, there is no competition between the two, and Moling Jiange had already avoided the small world when the saint of humanity was born, so there was no dispute.
However, there are nine orthodox inheritances in the Dao of Demons, which are divided into nine completely independent sects, and they are all located in the realm of no delusion. If the sage of the magic way was really born in one of the nine sects of the demon sect, it would actually greatly affect the balance among the nine lines of inheritance.
But today's demon saint has never indicated which sect he belongs to. He has always been sitting in the Temple of the Underworld, maintaining a harmonious and close relationship between the various sects. It has to be said that this is the most appropriate choice.
Yun Qing thought about it for a long time, and finally returned to the sentence of Qianyuan Mozun, "Only one person came to each sect", so what's the matter with them
"...Master, did you make a mistake in your calculation?"
Qian Yuan cast a sideways glance at her, and said word by word: "You are Huang Quan."
Yun Qing was taken aback, and understood the meaning of Mozun Qianyuan's words. She had known for a long time that this dao name produced from the secret pattern of the magic map in the Temple of the Underworld was a bit unusual, but she never thought that for the devil, this dao name might not represent a person at all, but a symbolic symbol.
"Because you are Huang Quan, you must go to Huang Quan Shenghui." Qian Yuan looked down and said, "Go down."
The torrent below is turbulent, and two wide rivers with invisible edges meet for a short period of time at this place. The two rivers flow in different directions, but this section of the river is relatively gentle, and the intersection is also very short, forming a huge whirlpool. The sound of waves is deafening. Send Yuan Mozun to walk on the clouds, walking into the vortex like walking on flat ground.
The black flames on Yun Qing's body flared up, and then suddenly extinguished, and she quickly fell towards the river. Compared with a smooth flight, Yun Qing always prefers 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 smashed to pieces in the next moment. This smooth entry into Taoism was able to see through the barrier of life and death, and speaking of it, it was also influenced by Zhu Wuxia's aura back then.
Before Yun Qing fell into the vortex, she pulled out the scimitar, and the blade quickly glowed with water, and the blade's blue edge rippled faintly, like ripples.
The tip of her knife enters the water first, and every slight change in the water flow, every change of direction, is transmitted to her body through the blade. She carefully appreciates this feeling of being completely integrated with the surrounding environment, which is completely different from before entering the Tao.
Before entering the Tao, what you see is the water itself, but after entering the Tao, you can see the "Tao" of water.
She can directly produce the appearance of water flow in her mind through these small fluctuations, and she can distinguish the origin, how to produce, and how to disappear of every subtle sound. These things that used to be deduced by relying on heavenly scriptures appeared almost instinctively.
The realm of entering the Tao does not mean that the understanding of the Tao has reached a very high level, on the contrary, it is just the beginning. The meaning of entering the Tao is to provide a sense, just like the eyes are used to distinguish colors, and the nose is used to distinguish 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 be enlightened.
Yun Qing was quite emotional, everything in the world changed in her perception, every thing, even this water flow was brand new. She was completely immersed in her feelings for Tao, and she didn't pay attention to where Demon Lord Qianyuan went.
Just like that, she followed the water flow all the way down, and almost felt no pressure before falling on the ground.
Mozun Zhuyuan stood directly in front of her, far away, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his expression as serious and deep as ever.
Yun Qing looked at the surrounding situation calmly, and suddenly found that the place where she landed seemed to be not right.
The four walls of the Netherworld Temple are full of magic pictures, with complex and detailed lines, and after a long time, you will feel dizzy and exhausted. The temple is majestic and majestic, but the small parts are exquisite and unique. Yun Qing always thinks that she has seen a structure similar to this somewhere. She watched it carefully for a while, but couldn't remember where she had seen it before. 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 stop thinking about it for the time being, and return her attention to her master.
She noticed that the direction of Qianyuan Mozun was the main entrance of the Netherworld Temple, and the rushing water could still be seen behind the gate, as if separated by some invisible barrier, which had no effect on the inside. In addition to Qianyuan Mozun, about four or five people walked in through the door, they were all wrapped in an invisible black mist, Yun Qing could only distinguish Qianyuan alone.
The place where she landed seemed to be in the center of the entire hall, and there was neither water flow nor barriers around it.
Yun Qing was a little strange, she just closed her eyes and walked away for a while, she didn't know what happened when she came down from the vortex, could it be that she walked in through the gate by herself
Mozun Qianyuan gave her a reassuring look, and then walked towards Yun Qing. The others also took their places. The entire hall was silent, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Not long after, several people came in from the main entrance one after another.
Now there are ten people in the entire temple, standing in a circle around the pattern of the magic map on the ground, and everyone is waiting for the appearance of the saint.
Yun Qing felt a lot of pressure, the distance between the ten people was almost equal, Mozun Qianyuan was standing on her left, and on her right was an invisible black shadow. Yun Qing had a feeling that other people should only see a black shadow when they saw her.
After standing like this for a while, Yun Qing only felt that the mountain-like demonic aura was spreading wantonly, and the other nine people did not conceal their aura, which made it difficult for her to breathe. A total of nine orthodox leaders of the magic way were showing their aura at such a close distance, and she felt very uncomfortable just standing like this.
She glanced at Qian Yuan Mozun on her left. He closed his eyes and rested, seemingly unaffected at all. But his appearance is completely different from what Yun Qing usually sees, like a ferocious beast waking up from a deep sleep, there is no need to do anything, there is a sense of fatality in the breath alone.
Under such pressure, Yun Qing tried her best to maintain a straight standing posture, feeling cold sweat continuously sliding down her back.
Just when she felt unbearable, a clear and pleasant voice broke the silence.
The sound was like the collision of small pieces of metal, one after another, it was soul-stirring. The man came in through the main entrance, and the first thing Yun Qing saw were his hands.
The shape of the hands is extremely graceful, and the silver chains are entangled into a suffocating net, and it is thrilling to glimpse the little bit of fair skin from the net.
Those hands suddenly lifted up, caressing the corners of his lips, only to hear the sage of the magic way say with a slight smile: "Huang Quan, you are stepping on your own magic pattern."