The Flying Palace left the Yancheng range and flew high into the clouds. The mountains, rivers, and layers of white clouds were all under the Flying Palace. Konghou stood by the handrail, looking at the white clouds under his feet through the barrier, and the looming mountains and rivers under the cover of the white clouds.
When people stand at a high place, the mountains and rivers are extremely small, which can easily give people the illusion that they have conquered the earth. But the mountains are still the same mountains, and the rivers are still the same rivers. No one can conquer them. They were born in heaven and earth, and in the end they will only disappear between heaven and earth.
Konghou looked up at the blue sky, it was so vast there, I wonder what was hidden behind this blue sky? Are monks dreaming of fairyland, or is it another interface that has never been touched
Some people say that to practice is to change one's life against the sky, to compete with the heaven and the earth. Konghou's concept is completely opposite to theirs. Their practice is not to compete with heaven and earth, but to follow the way of heaven and earth, so that body and mind are united with heaven and earth, and finally they are recognized by heaven and earth, and they become immortals. The aura they introduced into their bodies came from gifts from heaven and earth, and the materials they made of instruments were also taken from the earth. Everything they rely on is bestowed by heaven and earth, so what about changing their fate against the sky
Huan Zong walked to her side, with a light and pleasant medicinal fragrance on his body. Kong Hou glanced sideways at him, "Why didn't you rest in the room?"
"I watched you stand here for a long time by the window." Huan Zong looked down at the white clouds under the flying palace, "are you worried about the auspicious pavilion?"
Kong Hou shook his head and pointed to the blue sky above his head: "I'm looking at the sky."
Huan Zong looked up at the sky, and in his pupils, a clear blue was reflected, so blue that there was no impurities.
"I suddenly had a strange idea just now, we monks are always used to flying and standing on high places, as if everything is under our control..." Konghou rested his hands on the cold jade railing, "but we are just ordinary people. Just one of them."
Huan Zong looked at Konghou in surprise, he did not think that she already had the idea of enlightenment at a young age. Comprehension lies in the understanding of a word, which no one can teach, nor can it teach, because the Tao is in the heart, and no one can easily control the Tao in the hearts of others except oneself.
Some cultivators have not been able to comprehend their own Dao even after they have fallen, so people often sigh that they will hear the Dao in the morning and die at night.
"Konghou, I am a sword cultivator. For me, the most important thing is the sword. With the sword, I can slay all demons and stand proud in the world." "I am the sword, the sword is me, whatever I think, the sword is where I go, this is my swordsmanship."
There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in Konghou's mind, but this feeling was fleeting. She looked at Huan Zong suspiciously, and always felt that there was a way in front of her, but she didn't have the key to open the door.
"There are some things that don't need to be rushed. When the opportunity comes, all problems can be solved." Huan Zong took out a beautiful storage ring, "There is something that has never been given to you."
"Acceptance ring?" Konghou took the ring. It was an ownerless acceptance ring without divine consciousness. She looked at Huan Zong doubtfully, "Why do you give me this?"
"A few days ago, my teacher heard that you were with me, so he prepared a gift for you. There are some things that girls often use. What do you like?" The things that the shopkeeper gave him were handed over to Konghou, but he never found an excuse. Now I see that Konghou is unhappy because he didn't realize his debut, and he doesn't want to give anything, so he wants to show her something that these girls might like to make her happy.
Konghou used his divine sense to scan the storage ring, which contained hairpin rings, skirts, embroidered shoes, spiritual stones, and even popular items such as silks, handkerchiefs, staffs, flying swords, etc. She looked at Huan. Zong, looked at the storage ring again. The rumored strong, cold-faced and taciturn sword cultivator is actually so careful
It's true... Sword cultivators can't look at their appearance, and the sea water can't be compared.
Seeing that Konghou didn't speak, Huan Zong thought she didn't like these things: "If you don't like it, I'll buy it for you again when I get to Jixiang Pavilion."
"It's very beautiful, I like it very much." Konghou shook his head and put the ring back into Huan Zong's hands, "There are too many spirit stones in it, I appreciate the kindness of my uncle, but I can't take this storage ring, it's too precious. Shame on it."
"Master rarely gives things to girls. If you don't accept them, he will only think that you don't like these things." Huan Zong stuffed the acceptance ring into Konghou again, "Not to mention that you have also prepared gifts for them, so why not accept them? Ashamed?"
She also gave a gift, when? Konghou looked down at the storage ring that was forcibly shoved back by Huan Zong in his palm, and was confused. Could it be referring to those three mermaid scales? But it was sent by the teacher, how much does it have to do with her
"Sect Master, the flying sword messenger is here."
"Here you come again?" There have been several experiences of receiving gifts. This time, when he heard the disciple say that the Feijian messenger was coming, Jin Yue felt that his heart was still in the water. It seemed that people's ability to adapt is really strong. "Please."
The Feijian messenger was very busy. Even if the person who signed the receipt was the largest sect master in the cultivation world, he didn't have time to say a few more words. When Jin Yue entered a divine sense on the jade slip that confirmed the receipt, the flying sword messenger flew away in a hurry.
Time is money, the slogan of their Feijian messenger is fast, safe and honest, and the customer's time is life.
"Sect Master, nephew has sent something back?" Peak Master Songhe walked into the door and saw the storage bag in Jin Yue's hand, with a smile on his serious face, "This time, I used a one-time storage bag. It's in the bag, and it looks like something new inside."
At least it was more elegant than the previous few times when it was packed in a large cloth bag, and when the flying sword messenger took it out of the storage ring, it looked more elegant.
Jinyue looked up at Songhe, Songhe walked over to the futon and sat cross-legged, waiting for Jinyue to open the storage bag, without any intention of leaving. Seeing that he didn't want to leave, Jin Yue didn't push him, opened the storage bag and poured it out, and the hill-like dried salted fish instantly piled up on the ground.
Songhe attacked by the smell of salted fish: "… "
Although the nephew doesn't like to talk, he can be regarded as a very particular person. In front of Jin Yue, he couldn't walk now or cover his nose, so he had to secretly use his spiritual power to seal his sense of smell.
Pretending not to see his little tricks, Jin Yue picked up a piece of salted fish and looked at it carefully several times: "This is dried fish made from bipedal fish."
"Bi-wing fish?" Song He picked up a fish in surprise and looked at it several times. "This kind of fish can only be kept in its best condition when it is fresh. Who would be so reckless and make it into dried fish?!" Swimming in the water, it can fly in the sky, and after eating it, it has the effect of avoiding poison and refining the body, and one can sell for a high price of nearly a thousand spirit stones. Those who caught this kind of fish either boiled and ate it happily, or raised it for a good price with others. He lived for nearly a thousand years, and it was the first time he saw dried salted fish made from bipedia.
Mood... very complicated.
There are at least two hundred dried salted fish in this pile. Where did my nephew find this kind of good stuff
"What is this?" Song He saw a golden light in the dried fish pile. He ignored the smell of the salted fish. He opened the salted fish pile and found the golden things. This is a small dried fish, and its body is golden, like it is made of gold. Although most of the nails on the fish have been lost, the golden light on the whole body is still very dazzling.
"This is..." Jinyue stood up and took the fish from Songhe's hand, "This is... This is the dragon fish?"
There are three dragon gates. When the fish jumps over the three dragon gates, the fish will turn into a dragon. But if you cross a dragon gate, even if you can't transform into a dragon, your body will be stained with dragon energy and become a dragon fish that is half dragon and half fish. This kind of fish has dragon breath on its body. Although it is not as precious as dragon, it is very rare. Because most of the fish that have not crossed the Dragon Gate have already been struck to death by the robbery, and the dragon fish that can survive and be caught are even more pitiful.
"Sect Master... Dragon Fish is worth a spiritual vein, and my nephew is so filial to you." Song He remembered his two apprentices, who had been with him for five or six hundred years.
"Children are ignorant, and relying on some money, they like to buy random things when they see rare things." Jin Yue put the dragon fish in a box, "I'll keep this for him. These two-winged fish are distributed to all peaks. , it is also a piece of his mind.”
"Sect Master, that dragon fish..."
"The dragon fish is too small to be divided." Jin Yue threw the box into the storage ring, and said with a stern face, "It's not the same thing that these salted fish are piled up here, you go and call the disciples and divide the things earlier. ."
Songhe: "… "
Look at that stingy, like who doesn't have an apprentice, he not only has, but also two!
Huanzong did not know that the pile of dried salted fish that Konghou helped him send back was very expensive. He accompanies Konghou to sit on the railing of the Fei Palace, watching the clouds roll in and out, and the wind rises and clouds disperse.
The disciples of Jixiang Pavilion who were sitting in the room of Fei Gong secretly watched the two of them. They only felt that the man was elegant and the woman was beautiful and vivid, and there was obviously no similarity in personalities. When they sat together, they were unexpectedly suitable.
"Senior sister, we are about to enter the Fengzhou boundary. It seems that this time the big ominous hexagram has been solved." Hong Ling looked out and saw that Fei Gong was about to enter the Fengzhou boundary, and she felt very at ease.
As long as you fly through this dense forest, it is under the jurisdiction of Fengzhou.
"I told you earlier, don't open your mouth until things are settled." Ge Jin wanted to teach Hong Ling a few words, but when she saw the real Huan Zong outside suddenly stood up, for some reason, she had a feeling in her heart. bad feeling.
"Huan Zong?" Seeing that Huan Zong's face suddenly sank, Konghou pulled out the Shui Shuang sword from his hair and held it in his hand, "Did someone approach?"
"With such a vigilant heart, it seems that my disciple's death in your hands is not wrong." An old voice came from the clouds, but no one was seen.
"There's no need to pretend to be a ghost, just show up." A silver light flashed in Huan Zong's hand, the dragon roared, and the sword of life was already in his hand.
"It's a good thing for young people to have the ability, but if you speak too arrogantly, you won't show respect for the old." If it wasn't for his provocative words, Konghou would only think that he was a highly cultivated elder in some sect.
"Jianxiu?" The old man sat cross-legged on a dark purple gourd, shaking the smoking gun in his hand, "My disciple visited two other courtyards a few days ago, but he never came back, I'm worried about being old. Sincerely, I hope the two fellow Taoists will give me an explanation."
Is this old man an evil cultivator? !
Konghou remembered the evil cultivator who was going to plot against her when he first arrived in Yancheng. That evil cultivator is already at the Nascent Soul stage, how profound should his master's cultivation be? !
"The disciple trespassed into a private house with the intention of hurting people's lives. Naturally, he has already been executed." Huan Zong said coldly, "I can't tolerate sand in my eyes, so it's better for you to leave quickly."
"What a arrogant tone!" Lao Xiexiu snorted coldly, "Killing for life, today I will sacrifice your head and blood to my disciple."
Lao Xiexiu no longer restrained his breath, and the huge spiritual pressure shook the barrier outside Fei Palace almost shattered and split, but it was only almost.
Konghou looked at the shaking barrier and asked worriedly, "Huanzong, who is this?"
"If I'm not mistaken, he is one of the two evil spirits, black and white, an old man without suffering." Huan Zong looked at the other party's appearance, "This person is ruthless, bloodthirsty like life, and has already cultivated in the distraction period."