In mid-August, the cicadas chirp noisily.
At the top of Huanpu Mountain, wisps of clouds are like sword boats hanging on the blue screen, slowly pushing towards the distance.
In the past few days, there have been several rounds of heavy rains, and the heat is still continuing. The pool dug behind the sect leader's palace is filled with water. Lu Marion often bathes in it to relieve the fatigue of the whole day.
The body of the Five Immortals is free of dirt, and the skin reflects the water, but it looks like a fairy pistil that will never wither.
Shao Xiaoli has never slacked off. The technique she practiced was passed down to her by her master in Duanjie City. She didn't know the name of the technique yet, but she only felt that it was in harmony with supernatural powers.
Ning Changjiu meditated in front of the temple, with his body nailed to the ground like nails, while his spirit slowly rose into the sky, looking down at the world around him with his lunar eyes, gradually forgetting himself, and entering the realm where the corpses of gods and humans sit in the sky and the earth.
His realm is steadily improving.
When he broke through the realm many times, what he felt and realized was not that he was marching hard towards a higher place in the path of cultivation, but that a certain back was standing on a high place, and he wanted to return there and merge with the shadow.
Gradually, the white clouds in the sky reversed, and the cliffs and waterfalls flowed backwards. All the celestial phenomena here were centered on him and revolved around his spiritual thoughts.
Lu Jiayou slowly stood up from the green pool with shadows in the pool. The water droplets rolled down and fell into the pool. Her delicate back fell inside, like the strange moonlight in the sky on a clear day. She put on her clothes and wore a light jade belt. Then, go back to the hall barefoot. In the hall, beside Shao Xiaoli, who is practicing, there is a looming river rushing and rolling, like a colorful satin jade belt wrapping around his body.
On Ning Changjiu's shoulder, a three-legged golden crow flew gently and sang around him.
Now, even this golden crow with chaotic consciousness seems to have clearly recognized who is the boss on this mountain.
Lu Yuai couldn't help but think of the years when Ning Jiujiu used the Golden Crow to forge his own sword, her eyes were longing, but the years couldn't flow backwards like the white clouds in the sky.
Lu Jianwei took a nap in the palace for a while to relieve the fatigue of the past few days. After Ning Changjiu meditated and adjusted his breath, his consciousness drifted back from the sky. His body seemed to be much lighter. He walked up the steps up the mountain and entered the palace, as if he had no roots. Duckweed floats and swirls in the water.
"Are you going to the Southern Wilderness today?" Lu Jianjian asked in a focused voice, fearing to disturb Xiao Li's practice.
Ning Jiujiu felt the increasingly thinning spiritual energy in the mountains and nodded gently: "Well, the spiritual energy in the Golden Crow Kingdom has basically been exhausted."
The golden crow fluttering its wings beside Lu Marion, the golden light on its wing feathers was also obviously dimmed.
Lu Marry stretched out her hand to tease Jinwu and said, "Yes, our Jinwu is also a little girl, so we can't treat her badly."
"Huh?" Ning Changjiu looked slightly confused, "Don't the innate spirits have no gender?"
"You don't know?" Lu Jianjian also felt strange and explained: "Master invited me to dream and told me the story of how you shot the sun back then. You were born on the 9th, and you shot eight, and the last one was the Golden Crow Queen. Surrender to you and become your innate spirit.”
"Queen? There are such things..." Ning Changjiu's eyes changed when he looked at Jinwu. He thought to himself that in this way, the logic of the myth could be supplemented more completely.
The Golden Crow was the spirit of his own golden arrow back then. Now, 3,500 years have passed, and this Golden Crow should be the last arrow that has survived to this day.
I didn't expect it to be male and female, but I never noticed it... I obviously caught it and studied it carefully...
Marry Lu frowned slightly, "What are you thinking about?"
Ning Jiujiu said innocently: "What else can I think about?"
On the other side, Shao Xiaoli finished adjusting her breath, and the looming river flowed into her eyes as she opened them. The eyes returned to coldness after being bright, like a long river frozen.
"Master is leaving?" Shao Xiaoli asked, rubbing his eyes.
Ning Jiujiu nodded, "Well, I will come back as soon as possible."
Shao Xiaoli stood up, saluted, and said with a serious look: "Disciple, I would like to send you my master. I wish you a safe journey, master."
Ning Jiujiu nodded with a smile. He stretched out his hand and touched the Golden Crow. The Golden Crow turned into golden light and flew back. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a sword in the palace. The sword buzzed and flew in front of him. Ning Jiujiu tapped it with his finger. Between the eyebrows, the hole between the eyebrows opened, and the famous sword turned into silver light and was absorbed into the body.
Just as Ning Jiujiu was about to get up and leave the palace, Lu Jianjian suddenly stood up and said, "Wait a minute."
Ning Jiujiu stopped to regain his senses, but saw Lu Jiumei walking slowly in front of him, standing slightly on tiptoes, and leaning forward for a kiss. Before Ning Jiujiu could react, he felt soft and close, and the snow petals pressed against each other, slightly warm. The summer has turned cooler and more fragrant.
Shao Xiaoli watched in surprise, thinking how could they do it in front of him in broad daylight
"This is what Xue Ci asked me to bring to you." Lu Marian pursed her moist lips and smiled.
Ning Changjiu's heart moved slightly and he glanced at Shao Xiaoli involuntarily.
Shao Xiaoli was surprised and looked a little aggrieved, thinking that Si Ming had gone too far and even plagiarized his own ideas!
"Well... thank you Xue'er." Ning Jiujiu was also a little embarrassed.
Lu Jianjian imitated Si Ming's cold and charming tone and said, "Sister Xue Ci also said that I won't be able to be with you in the next few months. I hope your husband won't blame me."
"Concubine?" Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, imagining Xue Ciqing's cold and arrogant appearance. He shook his head and said, "Is this really what she said? How could Xue Ci be so obedient..."
Lu Marian narrowed her eyes: "You've got an advantage and you still want to behave?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "How dare I."
He said goodbye to Lu Marion and Shao Xiaoli, remembering Si Ming with rainbow-long hair in his heart, and drove his sword out of the mountain.
At this moment, his figure was an invisible rainbow light. He turned around on the four peaks, and then suddenly rose into the air, smashing the fragmented stratus clouds into fish scale-like floc.
The sword energy swept through the sky and flew south. In less than half a stick of incense, he crossed the tribes beside the abyss and arrived in the southern wilderness.
The Southern Wilderness is a vast expanse, filled with towering ancient trees, steep cliffs, and deep valleys. The terrain is complex, and many mountains have strange shapes that are not naturally formed. They look more like relics of battles between ancient gods.
At the beginning, Ye Changong used the moon as a sword to kill Quan Fu with one blow, causing his kingdom to sink to the ground here. Although the Kingdom of God is invisible, the curvature of space should have squeezed the Southern Wilderness. The Southern Wilderness is generally concave toward the middle, forming a huge landslide-like valley. In the center of the valley, there are thousands of peaks standing high. It's like a giant rock sword pulled up into the air, like a holy tower of an ancient god, attracting pilgrims from all directions.
Ning Changjiu was dressed in white, and the rainbow light fell on the low-lying pool in the forest. It was silent, like an unintentional wind passing through the forest, and it did not even disturb the dragonflies on the pond.
After the heavy rain, the broad leaves of the ancient trees still retain rainwater. As the wind blows over them, the rain falls over and over again among the dark layers of forest.
Thousands of raindrops were clear, but none of them showed the shadow of Ning Chang's white clothes.
The curse in the Southern Wilderness has lasted for hundreds of years and is deeply rooted. Even if it is lifted now, there are still faint traces floating in the forest.
The trees leaning on the outer edge of the tree are still straight and straight, but as you go deeper, the trees look like evil ghosts that have swallowed the grievances, swaying here and there, half dead, but surprisingly tall.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand and felt the flow of spiritual energy on his fingertips.
He stood silently for a while, shook his head slightly, and then drifted deeper.
After passing through the outer layers of forest, a huge cliff stood in front of me without any warning. The clouds flowing down from the forest fell down like a waterfall. They were white and thick. The bottom was dim and covered with lush ancient moss. They were as tall as shrubs. Clusters grow along the river, and the river flows continuously, clear and snow-white. From further away, the faint roar of ancient beasts can be heard.
Ning Jiujiu opened his Taiyin Eyes and looked around for thousands of miles. He could feel that there were countless invisible barriers in the air around him. These barriers were like huge talismans, blocking something.
These barriers have weakened, but they are still floating invisibly, like isolated islands, densely distributed on the line due north from Nanzhou to Central Earth.
There is no special reason, Ning Jiujiu just feels that they seem to be related to him.
He raised his sleeves, and as the snow sleeves shook, the fairy swords came out and shot at the barrier in the air. The barrier was in disrepair and was not strong. Cracks appeared in an instant, and it was shattered by his sword energy.
Ning Jiujiu put away his sword and fell towards the bottom of the valley.
Logically speaking, the lower the place, the more abundant the spiritual energy will be.
He headed north, slashing through the barrier casually while heading toward the center of the Southern Wasteland.
No one has set foot in the Southern Wilderness for seven hundred years, and there are countless treasures of heaven, materials, and earth. He has entered the five realms. These treasures are of little use to him, but Xiao Li still needs them, so he collected some of them.
With the Eye of Taiyin, no matter how tricky a treasure is, it will be difficult to hide it from your own eyes.
He escaped into the snowy waves of the river and searched for pearls in the ground. These pearls were the demon elixirs of ancient demons. They were washed away by the river and deposited here. He skimmed along the river bottom and came to the outside of a huge cave, dark and dark. In the lacquered hole, a huge cone-shaped snake head slowly emerged. It was a giant python, and its pupils were as big as others.
It swam out of the deep river bottom and headed towards Ning Jiujiu. Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand and pressed it on the center of its head. The giant python slowed down a little, so he rode on its head and followed it. , walking through the intricate caves at the bottom of the river.
In the center of the river is a grotto. Snakes are squirming densely in the grotto. They are surrounding the center of a stone platform. On the stone platform is a faint green seed. The seed has broken its shell, and thousands of them are twisting. Sprouting from the snake.
Ning Jiujiu approached, opened his sword eyes, and confirmed that this was the green fire paulownia wood that had survived from ancient times. This kind of paulownia wood was extremely precious. Burning it could temper the divine body. It should have been extinct thousands of years ago.
This is a rare opportunity for anyone.
But Ning turned a blind eye to this for a long time.
If he is attracted by the rare treasures in the world, it will limit his Taoist practice.
Ning Jiujiu snatched away some of the pearls and jade demon pills collected by the snakes, left the giant python, and continued to sneak down the river bottom.
There were constant surprises in the Southern Wilderness. Ning Jiujiu saw many rare treasures that should have been extinct long ago. No matter which one of these treasures was obtained by a practitioner, it would be enough to write a legendary story centered on him.
But Ning Jiujiu just took a look and didn't take anything. Instead, he only collected some decent magical grass.
He did not need to collect these fairy grasses personally. The local indigenous mythical beasts had collected them for him, and he only needed to grab them.
He stole treasures from the lairs of ancient dragon descendants, ancient god alien species, phoenix-blood demon sparrows, thousand-year-old ferocious monsters, and little squirrels. The descendants of those ancient ferocious beasts could feel his pressure, and they roared and did not dare to move rashly. Only the little squirrels were so angry that they jumped up and down, chasing after him.
Ning Jiujiu searched all the way and broke down the barriers when he encountered them. The mythical beasts along the way dared not speak out in anger, and the little squirrels hated him deeply.
During this period, he also discovered many remaining traces of the city and some broken statues of gods.
Most of these statues are carved on cliffs. They are in a state of decay, corroded by acidic rainwater, and their shapes can only be vaguely discerned.
Ning Jiujiu guessed that this should be the appearance of the great god Quanfu in human imagination.
The entire southern wasteland can be called the burial place of gods, and the abyss of the southern wasteland is a tomb. The pilgrims in Gufu have died long ago, and the resentment that has shrouded them for seven hundred years has been dispelled by the moonlight.
Ning Jiujiu felt as if he was in another world.
His figure was like lightning, passing through the forest and over the peaks, and arrived at the center of the Southern Wilderness. It was already two days later.
…
Liu Junzhuo has also set off.
She wrote down the Tao tactics she would practice in the future to Liu Xiwan, and after giving her instructions again and again, she left the Yanliu Street worriedly.
Before leaving, Zhou Zhenyue told her that when she was given this name, the character Jun originally meant Jun, but the master hoped that she would become the king of the sword in the future, and Jun also meant beautiful jade, so it was changed to Jun.
The high expectations that the master has for her are actually the highest in the Jiange. At first, she was secretly unconvinced, so she would make excuses to punish her every time she made a mistake. Only now did she realize that the master was really right.
The king in the sword is as beautiful as jade, and his Taoism is outstanding...
Liu Junzhuo thought about her name, smiled and shook her head. Although she had reached the peak of the five realms, she had no confidence in this expectation.
She came to the long street.
Willow shadows are reflected in the river next to the street. Ducks and geese are mixed together, chasing and playing in the water. In the distance, someone is singing and absorbing in an unintelligible local accent. There are also children running past chasing and playing, singing and chanting in their mouths. Nursery Rhymes.
The willows on the embankment are green...
Liu Junzhuo walked silently through the streets, crossed the green mountains with his sword, and walked towards the southern wilderness.
Although there are countless ferocious ancient beasts in the Southern Wilderness, for a monk of her level, they are almost like walking on flat ground.
She was wearing a smart sword outfit, with a white dress on the upper body and a black skirt on the lower body. Her waist was raised very high, and her heroic aura was more elegance of a sword holder. Compared with half a year ago, there was less pride in her eyebrows, but more. Many decisions.
The densest place of Southern Wasteland's spiritual energy was in the center. She was not distracted and turned a blind eye to those rare treasures.
A swordsman must climb high and be careful of foreign objects. When she reaches a sufficient level, she will even give up the sword and all the restraints given by the world to reach the true state of heaven and human beings.
Liu Junzhuo knew that she was still stuck in a bottleneck and it was difficult to get out. She needed to fight her whole life to find an opportunity to break through, but it was difficult for her to find such an enemy in the world...
What's more, for the sake of her master's grand plan, she could only choose to endure it.
In the southern wilderness, Liu Junzhuo was driving her sword on the road. When she was tired, she would take a nap in the sword field, eating in the wind and drinking dew. Occasionally, when she was hungry, she would steal the nuts that the squirrels were hiding in the tree holes. The squirrels would attack her in groups. Got it
Liu Junzhuo knew he was in the wrong and did not fight back. He swept along the low slope, shuttled through the incredible landforms, felt the traces left by the ancient gods' ruins, and secretly marveled.
The catastrophe five hundred years ago was caused in the center of Middle-earth. Logically speaking, it should not have affected Nanzhou. However, there are traces of the divine war everywhere in this southern wilderness. When was it left
Liu Junzhuo vaguely felt that he would encounter some kind of opportunity.
Before Jiange's disaster, she had been considered lucky.
Liu Junzhuo chased the clouds flowing in the mountains, the sound of his sword sounded like thunder, suppressing the beasts in the southern wilderness who were dormant and did not dare to move rashly.
It was already three days since she arrived in the center of the Southern Wasteland.
The continuous control of the sword made her a little tired, but the thousands of peaks rising out of thin air in front of her made her sober. Since ancient times, there have been legends about the most talented people observing the wonders of the world and realizing enlightenment. She also vaguely felt it from these peaks. A little bit of sword intent.
Liu Junzhuo closed his eyes and followed the direction of the sword's intention. His capable and flexible figure disappeared among the peaks in an instant.
As expected, the aura in the center of the Southern Wilderness was incredibly rich. In the mountains, countless auras turned into liquids, forming streams of aura in the mountains, flowing down like waterfalls.
There are countless similar pools of spiritual energy, each of which can be called a true blessed place for monks.
There are countless naturally formed caves in the mountain peaks on both sides, but perhaps because the spiritual energy is too strong, things must turn to the extreme, so there are not many living creatures here.
Liu Junzhuo was very satisfied with this. She stepped on the virtual sword, took off into the air, and looked around.
Thousands of peaks competed with each other and the geography was complicated. Liu Junzhuo could only give a rough idea of her cultivation level. After she felt that there was no danger, she returned to the mountain. She used a sword to carve out a cave at the foot of the mountain as a retreat and prepared to devote herself to practice.
Liu Junzhuo didn't know that when she entered the peaks, a pair of eyes quietly fell on her.
…
Ning Jiujiu never thought that he would see her here.
A few days ago, he had promised Lu Junzhuo that if he met Liu Junzhuo, he would avenge her. Lu Junzhuo also smiled and questioned his ability.
Today, this woman with heroic features and beautiful appearance appeared in front of him.
There are too many coincidences in the world...
Ning Jiujiu originally planned to let the Golden Crow feast here, but as soon as Liu Junzhuo showed up, he immediately put away the Golden Crow, hid in a deep cave, took out the divine bow from the Golden Crow, hooked his fingers on the invisible bowstring, and silently He stared at her, waiting for his chance.
His impression of Liu Junzhuo was not bad, but the lunar eclipse was only a little over three months away, and he must not be merciful to the disciples of Jiange.
Even if you can't kill the other party, you still have to injure her severely.
He wrote a sword letter and quietly handed it over to Yujian Tianzong, telling Marry that he had an opportunity and would come back later. Then, he silently stared at Liu Junzhuo, just like he did outside Tianhu Peak.
He was always ready to bend his bow and shoot an arrow.
When Liu Junzhuo first entered Qianfeng, she maintained a high degree of vigilance about everything around her. She did not immediately meditate by the spiritual energy pool, but patrolled the mountain with her sword. She spent half a day exploring the terrain among Qianfeng.
There are no special ruins of the remnant country in these thousand peaks, but they are more pure than other places in the Southern Wilderness.
Each of these thousands of peaks is filled with boundless spiritual energy and can be called a fairy mountain. When people's footprints go deep into the wilderness again, this place will definitely become a must-have place for many sects.
After Liu Junzhuo patrolled the mountains with her sword, her sword mind relaxed a little. She returned to the center of Qianfeng, came to the cave previously dug, and finally began to practice meditation.
When she was practicing, she specially condensed a sword intention and turned it into a breeze that surrounded her body, detecting dangers when her mind was wandering.
Liu Junzhuo was extremely talented and practiced diligently. Within half a day, the pool of spiritual energy around her was filled with her clear and frosty sword intent. The spiritual energy turned into a frosty mist and enveloped her whole body. The woman The beautiful side face is obscured by the mist, looming, and the fairy spirit comes out of the dust.
She completes a Great Zhoutian breath every hour, and what she practices is the untold secret of Jiange.
The swordsmanship of Jiange originated from the saints. Each sword has the momentum of breaking mountains and seas, breaking mountains and breaking peaks. At this moment, as Liu Junzhuo meditates and breathes out, many shadows appear around her, and each shadow is her. The shadow danced gracefully, performing hundreds of sword moves at the same time, and finally a single one fell between her eyebrows.
One day later, Ning Jiujiu deduced the prototype of the inner sect of Jiange.
He was not in a hurry to start. He would definitely have to fight the Juggernaut in the future. At this moment, he could use Liu Junzhuo to take the lead in familiarizing himself with the Juggernaut's moves.
On the second day, he finished deriving the inner mental method of Jiange. He also tried to practice for a while, trying to know himself and the enemy.
To his surprise, the second gentleman, who seemed to be a proud and cold beauty, also had another side - when she was not practicing Taoism, she often used the cliff as a drawing book and scribbled with a sword.
Ning Jiujiu initially thought it was a sword move or something. After careful observation for a long time, he found that it was indeed just scribbling.
This second gentleman’s painting skills are really not very good, and the things he draws are basically stick figures or simple patterns spliced together, which are quite abstract, but she never tires of it and is very keen on painting. When she is tired from practicing, She created many "famous paintings" among the cliffs, and the protagonists of these paintings were herself.
Ning Jiujiu recognized it only because she gave the painting a name.
Such as "Mujun Ten's Battle with the Dragon", "Mujun Ten's Bloody Battle with the Giant God", "Mujun Ten's Hands Picking Stars" and so on.
Mujun Shiying is the name of the play she gave herself, and each character is taken from a part of her own name.
Liu Junzhuo has heard many mysterious stories since she was very young. At that time, she began to imagine that she could become a hero in these mythical stories. Now that she has the ability to cut mountains and level seas with a sword, the innocent girl in her heart seems to be He hasn't gone out for a long time, always lingering in the same place.
It's just these little emotions that she will only show when no one is around.
She couldn't help but smile as she thought that one day, people might look at her stone carvings and ponder their meaning.
Today, Miss Mu Junshi created another work. In the painting, she is sitting in front of a crooked table with weights piled in front of her.
The reason why Ning Jiujiu recognized it as a weight was because Liu Junzhuo named the painting "Mu Jun Shi Wins Every Bet".
“…”
Ning was silent for a long time, thinking that Mr. Er really had no self-knowledge at all.
On the evening of the third day, as the sunset faded and the moonlight gradually rose, Liu Junzhuo bathed in the Lingtan to better temper his body. His black and white clothes were neatly folded by the pool, like tofu cut by a knife.
Ning Jiujiu sighed softly and watched all this. Unexpectedly, the arrow was already on the string.
But it has not been released yet.