The night is already deep, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the clear light shines on the ice and snow on the top of the cold mountain. Between the continuous mountains, the peaks and caves are all silent. Some people fall asleep in the bedroom, and some people meditate in the quiet room.
The library building was dimly lit, and the crowded Yanjian Ping was empty during the day. Mountain forest birds and beasts return to their nests to rest, and the sound of wind and water becomes more and more powerful. The disciples on duty carried lanterns and patrolled all over the mountain roads, looking like fireflies flying in the mountains from a distance. This is the most common cold mountain night.
On such a night, Chongbi Peak welcomed a young guest. It was a boy with a sword who served the sect master, his name was Xiao Yuan.
Xiaodaotong was in a hurry and was about to go to the residence of the peak master, but on the way he was stopped by a group of stubborn disciples from Chongbi Peak, who rubbed his face and squeezed his shoulders around him.
He said urgently: "I have something important, let me see the Peak Master Chongbi."
"Hey, Xiao Yuan is here!"
"Can you be in a hurry? Come over and squeeze your shoulders for Senior Brother!"
"Don't pinch? That senior will pinch your shoulders for you!"
Xiao Yuan is not as timid and afraid of life as Xiao Huai from Changchun Peak, but she can't help but make fun of her. Suddenly he seemed to see a savior and shouted, "Brother Zhang is here!"
The playful disciple stopped immediately, made way for a passage, and said hello obediently: "Hello, Senior Brother Zhang."
Zhang Suyuan said solemnly: "Don't meditate and practice at night, come out to tease people's children?" A group of disciples honestly admitted their mistakes and dispersed like birds and beasts.
Xiao Daotong said anxiously: "Senior Brother Zhang, I'm really in a hurry, I want to see the Peak Master!"
Zhang Suyuan smiled: "At this time, the peak master is studying calligraphy and painting in the quiet room. According to the rules, no one else can disturb you. If you have anything, please tell me first."
Daotong was flustered and anxious, and he said it out of the blue. Zhang Suyuan listened patiently, and finally understood: "You said that the headmaster went to Jingsi Valley in the afternoon and hasn't come back until now?"
Madoka said nervously: "Yes! In the past, Dao Zun passed on the head to talk, and it took only an hour at most. I'm a little worried."
Zhang Suyuan had personally experienced the changes in the secret realm, unlike other disciples who did not know the importance and hurriedly reported to his master. The Chongbi Peak Master was admiring his new work before the case. It was a picture of a snowy landscape in the cold mountains. It was magnificent and the ink was half-dry. Zhang Suyuan took advantage of his time to clean up and quietly glanced at the inscription of the picture. .
After a cup of tea, the entire Hanshan woke up from its sleep. Apart from Sect Master Zhenren and the absence of Ziyan Peak Master, Chongbi, Liu Lan, Yue Que Peak Master, and more than 20 elders from Wufeng Peak Master faction, leading their respective disciples, gathered in a mighty gathering in Jingsi Valley "One Line of Heaven" "forward.
In the past, the main peak assembly did not have such a battle. More than a thousand people waited by their swords, and the young disciple felt uneasy, and many guesses flashed in his mind. The elder, who was a little older, felt the ethereal and silent sword intent in the valley, and was also nervous when he remembered the night when Hanshan broke down and established a new one a hundred years ago.
The Chongbi Peak Master used his full strength and said loudly, "Visiting late at night, there is so much harassment, I would like to ask Dao Zun to see you—"
The bright moon shone brightly, the night wind was bleak, and his voice echoed in the empty valley.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his sword and shouted, "Be careful, spread out!"
The rocks in front of them shattered, and everyone quickly retreated. If countless blasting talismans exploded at the same time, the boulders on the mountain road were blown apart, and the mountains and forests on both sides were like a meteorite rain.
After the smoke and dust, everyone could see the scene in front of them clearly, and the "One Line of Heaven" no longer existed.
On the day of Jixiao's sanctification, Taoist Tai Heng used his supernatural powers to create a line of heaven. Until tonight, this passage into and out of the valley was re-exploded by Tai Heng.
Deep in the valley, an old, hoarse voice came: "Come."
The valley is brightly lit. The crowd lined up neatly and entered the valley cautiously. Many young disciples came here for the first time, and they were not used to the quiet and deadly air, and they became more and more nervous as they walked.
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The cold gate city, prosperous and gathers the source.
Qian Yuzhi, dressed in a thin robe, sat in front of the desk and turned the book. Yu Qishu's soul lamp was lit in the corner of the desk, burning steadily.
Before going to bed, some people like to copy scriptures to soothe the nerves, or read some poetry collections to help them fall asleep. Before going to bed, Qian Yuzhi only likes to look at the ledger. He flips through a pen and enters the account, just like reading the Taoist scriptures.
As time passed, he closed the account book and stood up, ready to go to bed. Such a quiet night, all sounds are still, the candles are extinguished and the light is full, and the clothes are full of dew.
Qian Yuzhi took two steps, and seemed to be aware of it. When he turned around, he saw the fire of the soul lamp in front of the case flickering and extinguishing, like a weak weed in a gust of wind.
He squinted and stared, his complexion suddenly changed, and he quickly dressed: "Not good!"
Qian Yuzhi flew downstairs, rushed to the courtyard, summoned the flying instrument, and suddenly felt that something was missing.
The chief steward came hurriedly with a lantern, followed by a group of pawnbrokers, nurses, and buddies. Seeing that his long hair was loose and his expression was impatient, the steward couldn't help but say in surprise, "Really, what happened?"
Qian Yuzhi: "Where's my sword?"
The chief steward hadn't woken up yet, and said confusedly, "...do you look for it again?"
Qian Yuzhi had to ask again: "Where's my sword?" This time, it wasn't the steward.
The deep courtyard was silent, and no one answered. A group of nurses looked at each other in dismay. A moment later, more than 60 feet away, there was a muffled sound in the direction of the underground warehouse, like rolling thunder.
The big steward reacted in horror and shouted: "Really wait, don't!"
It's too late. In the muffled thunder, a stream of light broke through the warehouse, saw the wall pass through the wall, and saw the door break.
The warehouse wall was broken, the courtyard wall collapsed, and the smoke and dust shot into the sky, covering the sky above Hengtong Juyuan.
The streamer came through the wind, rushed into the courtyard, and everyone ran in a hurry. The streamer suddenly slowed down, showing the appearance of a long sword, hovering steadily in front of Qian Yuzhi.
Qian Yuzhi picked up the sword with one hand and instructed before leaving: "Such important things should be kept in a convenient place in the future!"
The big manager is slandering, the last time you lit the lamp and wiped the sword, it was 60 years ago.
However, in a short while, the whole street and half of the poor city was awakened by the "boom of thunder", and the neighbors pushed open the windows drowsily, looking at the collapsed backyard of "Hengtong Juyuan" and the flying sword light in the sky, discussing in succession.
The sword light was like a meteor, rushing straight to the cold mountain.
Everyone stood in the courtyard looking at the sky, and the young steward whispered, "Zhenzhen Qian, it turns out to be a sword cultivator."
The big steward nodded. Many years ago, Qian Yuzhi was a handsome young man walking with a sword and flying in white clothes, and he was not involved in counting money.
Another person asked, "It's so late, what is Zhenren Qian going to do?"
The big steward pondered for a long time, and answered uncertainly: "Do you want an account?"
He remembered that since the opening of "Hengtong Juyuan", the peak master of Chongbi came to the store to pick up things and never paid for it. Could it be that Zhenren Qian finally couldn't bear it, and he was going to call Hanshan tonight to collect the bill
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Changchun Peak.
The spring breeze is not as warm as usual, the dark tide surging under the pond, and the "early void" gradually wakes up. The waters trembled and the sea was flowing. Sanjiao hovered upstream, avoiding the edge, while chatting in a long and slow tone. When they were chatting, Yu Qishu stood by the pond and saw three "koi" spit blisters and spin around. The shadow of the moon illuminates the clear waves, and the fish play among the lotus leaves, which is peaceful and comfortable.
Now he is kneeling among the sand and sand on the bottom of the sea, listening to the bursts of droning, his head is dizzy, his ears are numb, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer.
San Jiao asked, "What is he doing, is he talking to Jian?"
Er Jiao gloated at the misfortune: "That sword has a bad temper. I just woke up now, and it is very fierce. I must kill him with a sword."
San Jiao laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, hack it to death, we can eat meat when we die!"
Da Jiao: "Idiot! He's Ji Xiao's junior brother! He was hacked to death right under our noses, do you want to wait for Ji Xiao to come back and hack us to bury him?" Thinking of this, Ju Jiao's body trembled slightly.
San Jiao immediately turned from laughing to crying, howling: "I don't want to die, I still want to transform into a dragon! Ji Xiao said that as long as we correct our past mistakes and cultivate with heart, he will help us transform into a dragon and ascend!"
Humans have their own lives, and demons have their own natures. These three flood dragons were originally the overlords of the abyss of the West Sea. They were not vegetarians, they only fed on whale sharks and fishermen at sea. Even though the Three Flood Dragons are profound, just like practitioners who are unable to ascend, there are no dragons in the world. Only the dragon balls on the seabed, the records of ancient books, and the stories circulated in the Three Realms prove that there used to be Jiaohualong in this realm.
After they were subdued, or beaten, by Ji Xiao, they pinned their hopes of transforming dragons on the "invincible in the world" and the most likely real person, Ji Xiao.
Da Jiao said: "What else can we do? That sword is unreasonable!"
The three Jiaojiao have different temperaments, but there is a consensus - Ji Xiao is the most reasonable, and Ji Xiao's sword is the most unreasonable. Since Wu Ya woke up at the beginning, it must be Hanshan in trouble. Yu Qishu, this unfortunate boy, has a low cultivation base, a fragile body, and how powerful the beginning of the sky is. The sword energy that escapes from the sword body can completely crush him and turn him into a pool of fuzzy flesh and blood.
Er Jiao: "We have to save him! To save him is to save ourselves!"
San Jiao: "To save him is to transform into a dragon!"
Da Jiao raised his lower claws and pointed at San Jiao: "Well said, you lend him the demon pill to protect your body!"
Erjiao raised his claws and echoed: "Yes!"
San Jiao raised his claws and couldn't point to himself: "Yes... No, why is it me?!"
Under the sea, Yu Qishu sent a voice transmission to Chu Kong Wuya: "Do you want to figure it out? I'll help you!"
When the three Jiaojiao saw that he dared to hold the hilt of the sword, Qi Qi's eyes went black.
At the beginning of the sky, Wu Ya pulled out the mud and sand inch by inch, the sword body was sharp and radiant. The water pressure in the sea area increased sharply, and Yu Qishu only felt that there were sharp blades in the water, cutting him alive. He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly and didn't let go, his vision was blurred, he didn't know that he was bleeding from the seven orifices, and only vaguely saw a golden light flashing in front of him. Immediately afterwards, a warm current poured into his limbs and bones, filling his heart with strength.
The big Jiao looked at the third Jiao and said to the second Jiao: "We have done our best. If this kid dies, Ji Xiao can't blame us!"
Sanjiao cried: "I did my best!"
Tonight was originally a clear moon, but I don't know when, the wind was blowing, and the dark clouds covered the moon. Changchun Peak is shaking.
A puddle of sea water formed a waterspout, rising from a small pond into the sky, and the trees and houses beside the pond were instantly shattered and thrown high into the sky.
In the center of the vortex, a sword rose slowly like the rising sun breaking the clouds.
If you look closely, at the hilt of the sword, there is a man whose life and death are unknown.
Yu Qishu was like a dead dog, with the sound of water roaring in his ears, he clung to Chu Kong Wuya tightly: "Brother Jian, Brother Chu, calm down, where are you going?!"
The long sword flew into the night sky and crossed a gorgeous arc. If you looked at it from a distance, you would think that someone was riding the sword, and the realm was high.
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In the secret realm of the vast sea, Meng Xueli and his group had already seen the undulating outlines of the buildings in the central city.
Ji Xiao said, "I believe it."
Seeing his serious expression, Meng Xueli didn't seem to console himself, and said gratefully, "Tingyun, thank you."
Que Xianming was bragging with Jing Di's team when he suddenly turned around and saw the two smiling at each other, and ran back to Meng Xueli: "What are you two talking about?"
Meng Xueli: "Liao Jixiao may not be dead."
Que Xianming thought he was joking: "I think you are crazy!"
He whispered to Meng Xueli: "Come and tell my brother, do you like Ji Xiao or this Xiao Tingyun. Do you like the old one or the young one?"
Meng Xueli really wanted to hit him: "I like your size!"
Central City is not a city. In the center of the secret realm, there is a plain between the mountains and rivers, and there are abandoned palaces in the plain. The building is not a wooden structure with a mortise and tenon structure, but a temple made of cutting large pieces of hard white stone, stacking and carving. After many years of wind and sand erosion, fighting and destruction, the architectural appearance of palaces, gardens, promenades, courtyards and squares can be vaguely recognized.
Legend has it that in addition to the ground, there is a palace underground. The mirage is breathing in the underground palace, but outside Jixiao, no one has seen the mirage with their own eyes.
Meng Xueli had seen it when he was the King of Snow Mountain. At this time, he touched the towering stone pillars in the central city, and he thought that there was still one hidden under his feet, an 'other demon' raised by Ji Xiao.
Meng Xueli asked his apprentice through a voice transmission: "Ting Yun, you said, is the underground palace where the mirage lives resplendent, or our Changchun Peak is beautiful? If you had to choose, where would you live?"
Ji Xiao didn't understand why this kind of question came from, his face was inexplicable, and he was afraid that the little Taoist companion would be angry if he couldn't answer: "I will definitely live with you..."
Meng Xueli calmed down and stopped running out of sour water. He thought, yes, if Ji Xiao let the mirage live better, Ji Xiao's son would definitely follow it, not me.
The Jingdi team entered the central city for the first time. Although Qu Xianming had been wandering the world for many years, it was also the first time he had come to the secret realm. He was still a little curious when he saw the stone carvings. .
Song Qianyi flipped out the map: "This is the patio, the most remote building in the central city. There are no people. We have to go to the main building complex before we can meet other contestants." Meng Xueli pointed to the map before setting off, and chose the Here, she actually didn't understand why she came to the patio.
Six stone pillars stand tall, encircling an open, flat circular square. On the surface of the stone pillars and the tiles of the square, the fine scales are no longer clear, leaving a few imprints.
Que Xianming asked, "What is this patio for?"
Everyone looked at each other and looked around a stone pillar. Meng Xueli said, "I don't know either."
Jing Di: "What about him. There's no one around here, so let's go ahead and take a look!"
Ji Xiao replied: "It is used to see the sky. Record the shift of the sun shadow, moon shadow, and starlight."
Meng Xueli praised his apprentice: "You know a lot."
Jing Di: "..."
Song Qianyi: "It is said that the entire secret realm is a small world cave mansion opened by a certain great power in ancient times. After the great power ascended, he left this piece of unowned space and wandered outside the world... It turned out to be a great power who likes to watch stars. "
Xu Sanshan: "I think only our team can study this thing."
Meng Xueli said to his apprentice: "Look, Ji Xiao chose this place to be the venue for the big competition with good intentions. There is a great ability to soar, which proves that soaring is not a dream. Everyone who comes here will remember this incident. Buried The next seed may take root and sprout. As long as the latecomers believe that they can soar, no matter the human race or the monster race, there will be a day of soaring."
Que Xianming also heard it, and muttered in a low voice: "It's quite mysterious. I think Ji Xiao is just digging a shit hole, and you can blow out a flower!"
Meng Xueli glared at him fiercely. Qu Xianming made a gesture of covering his mouth.
Liu Jing fiddled with the array plate in his hand: "Elder Meng, where are we going now? There are people in the west and east."
Meng Xueli asked, "Are you able to deploy an amplification array?"
Liu Jing patted his chest and assured: "Of course, the simplest basic formation can be deployed with eyes closed. This place is just right for a sound reinforcement formation."
The amplifying array is not lethal, but only expands the range of sound transmission. The cultivator uses his full strength to speak, and the sound can be spread far away. If an amplifying array is added, it will spread farther and clearer.
Song Qianyi doubted: "Really? Are you sure you can do it? No shame if you can't..."
The Master Formation Master was furious: "I couldn't solve Master's Absolute Spirit Formation just now, it's not as good as others! This time you light a stick of incense, and if the sound reinforcement array fails within a stick of incense, I will die on the stone pillar. Go! Become a lonely ghost in the secret realm!"
Jing Di hurriedly stopped: "It's too ruthless, it's unnecessary, you don't need to do this."
Zheng Mu: "Amitabha, calm down."
Song Qianyi ignored them: "What does Elder Meng want the amplification array to do?"
Meng Xueli: "I want to chat with everyone. I think my voice is heard in the entire secret realm."
Jing Di was shocked for a moment, wondering if he had been driven crazy by the enormous pressure: "If everyone, including Ning Wei, and the enemy we don't know, hear that you are here, you will become a living target."
Song Qianyi: "Elder Meng wants to tell the other contestants that there is a conspiracy in the secret realm this time, let them find a teleportation array that can still be used, leave quickly, and then we also quickly move the location! We don't know how many people are still in the secret realm, and Wherever in the secret realm, it is faster to use a loudspeaker array."
Meng Xueli asked, "Let me say this directly. If you are competing for the ranking in the secret realm and suddenly hear this, do you believe it?"
Song Qian thought for a while, and reluctantly admitted: "If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. I would think that you set a trap and lied to me to retire, so I wouldn't be able to leave. If I can stay until the later stage of the competition, no Self-confidence is high and strong, that is, self-confidence and arrogance... Sigh, there are always people who are willing to believe, can you persuade one to be the other?"
Meng Xueli: "So I have to put it another way."
He briefly talked about his thoughts, and everyone fell silent again.
Song Qianyi: "...It's too risky. I'll think of another way."
Jing Di: "I don't agree!"
Xu Sanshan, Zheng Mu, and Liu Jing looked at each other a few times, but did not speak.
Que Xianming: "I can do whatever I want."
Meng Xueli looked at Xiao Tingyun eagerly.
Ji Xiao: "I agree."
Ji Xiao's indulgence towards Meng Xueli is not without bottom line. If Meng Xueli wants to do evil things, he will definitely stop him. But this kind of trifling is not out of the ordinary, he still hopes that the little Taoist companion is happy.
Meng Xueli: "Only you understand me, believe me, you are so nice."
Jing Di had actually figured it out and knew that it was basically impossible for her and Meng Xueli, but seeing Meng Xueli's friendly attitude towards Xiao Tingyun, she was still agitated: "I agree too!"
Meng Xueli nodded and turned to Liu Jing: "Let's set up the formation."
In order to relieve the depression, Jing Di really lit a stick of incense.
After half a column of incense, Liu Jing's formation has been completed: "Elder Meng, it's no problem to cover half of the secret realm with your voice. As for whether you can reach the entire secret realm, it depends on the level of your true essence."
Meng Xueli stepped on the loudspeaker array, stood in the center of the patio, and held "Time EMI" in his hand.
In the secret realm, the night is gradually sinking, and the shadows of the six stone pillars are obliquely long. The bright stars in the sky fell on Meng Xueli.
Ji Xiao looked at him from a distance, and thought that he looked good even when he was fooling around.
Meng Xueli took a deep breath: "Hello everyone!"
Jingdi team covered their ears.
Meng Xueli heard his own voice: "Da... Home... Okay."
He said, "Don't panic when you hear my voice. I, Meng Xueli, Dao Companion Ji Xiao, the current Peak Master of Changchun Peak, are talking to you on the patio of the Central City—"
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Above the vast sea secret realm, above the clouds, and under the bright moon.
The vermilion cloud boat of the Lord of the Great Realm of Tianhu Lake is still parked in the same place, like a bright red cloud in the galaxy.
Everyone on the boat has already adapted to this kind of life. I don't know when Hu Si is willing to return to the Tianhu realm, and no one asks again, just move from Tianhu to the sky to see the scenery.
But tonight was different. When Chunshui and Qiuguang entered the door, they saw Hu Si finally open the window.
He stood by the window, his long hair hanging down. The silver moonlight outlines his slender figure, like an immortal from outside the world, overlooking the vast sea of living beings.
The realm master held an empty birdcage in his hand. The birdcage is golden and beautiful.
Qiuguang asked: "The realm master, is there anything wrong with the secret realm?"
Hu Si smiled: "There's nothing new."
Chun Shui praised: "This cage is so beautiful."
Hu Si turned around and hung the bird cage in front of the window: "I made it myself, it's pretty solid."
Qiuguang said strangely: "Jingzhu, do you want to raise birds?"
Hu Si nodded: "It is to be raised."
Qiuguang said happily: "What kind of bird do you want to raise, and I will help you catch it?"
Hu Si smiled, but shook his head: "The bird can't be caught, and the one caught won't last long. It's better if it comes in by itself."
Chun Shui covered his mouth and smiled and said, "What bird would like to fly into the cage by itself?"
Hu Si: "Silly bird."
"Haha! Silly bird!"
"I've only heard of standing by and waiting for the rabbit, and the main guard is waiting for the bird!"
The two concubines and the four maids were amused, and a silver bell-like laughter sounded in the bedroom. The girls laughed and made a fuss, and suddenly heard Hu Siyouyou speak and say a word.
No one understood this sentence, and the laughter fell silent for a while.
Hu Si said: "Come on, wait a minute."
Chun Shui went to light the incense burner, and Qiu Guang signaled the maids to step back. After the bedroom was quiet, the two favorite concubines walked to the couch and served Hu Si to undress.
Hu Si waved his hand, the two did not dare to step forward and stood awkwardly.
Hu Si smiled and said, "Come on, sit down, and I'll tell you a story."
Qiuguang smiled reassuringly: "Tonight, the realm master is in good spirits, and he has to tell a story again."
Hu Si said slowly: "I had a friend when I was young. I will tell his story today."
Chun Shui and Qiu Guang sat beside him on the left and right, feeling relaxed. They know that Hu Si is the most easy-going at this time, almost always answering questions and responding to requests. The sleeping hall is full of cigarettes, and the curtains are heavy, glamorous and comfortable.
Hu Si said: "This friend of mine was born in a small mortal country in the northern part of the mainland, into a wealthy family. He was fond of learning since he was a child, liked to read books, and also likes to read books of strange stories, such as cow ghosts, snake gods, mountain ghosts and foxes. One night, Sitting in front of the desk, he turned on the lamp and flipped through the books, when he suddenly heard a rustling noise in the courtyard, as if something huge had fallen into it. He was scared and curious, and couldn't help pushing the window open... Guess what he saw?"
Chun Shui: "What?"
"A big peacock!"
Qiuguang: "Why is it just a peacock, not a fox beauty. In the human world, it's not my favorite to write a scholar and hit a fox fairy or a ghost."
Hu Si said: "The peacock actually said, 'Child, don't be afraid, I am a god in the sky'."
Chun Shui: "Hahaha, it doesn't seem to be hitting a ghost, it's hitting a demon!"
Qiuguang asked curiously, "Why is he a child? How old is he?"
Hu Si: "Seven and a half years old."
Chun Shui said with a smile: "It turned out to be a child, and I was not fortunate to run into a fox coquettish ghost."
Hu Si: "Yes, the child was shocked and suspicious when he saw the peacock talking, so he hurriedly closed the window. When there was no movement in the yard, he was still covered with a quilt and dared not sleep. Peacock, there is a peacock feather in the grass, colorful and shining!"
Chun Shui said, "The peacock demon's feathers are also a rarity for children."
"The next night, he didn't dare to sleep. In the second half of the night, the peacock came again. The peacock asked 'what's your name'?"
Chun Shui: "Did he answer?"
Hu Si: "Of course he didn't dare to answer, but peacocks come every day. Today they give him colorful feathers, and tomorrow they give him dragon balls under the sea and stars in the sky. A month later, he regards the peacock as a good friend."
Qiuguang: "Dragon Ball and Stars? How is that possible?!"
Hu Si laughed loudly: "It's just a few low-grade spirit stones and middle-grade spirit beads, which will glow and change color. As long as children in a small country don't have much knowledge, it's best to lie. Just use your brain to know that demons and people, How can you be friends?"
Chun Shui asked, "And then what?"
"One night, when the sky was full of stars, the peacock said, I will take you to the sky and pick the stars! The child was overjoyed. He rode behind the peacock and flew with the wind. The peacock spread its wings and flew over the courtyard wall and the city gate. Flying over the mountains, the peacocks fly so high. No one finds them, they keep flying, the children seem to be dreaming..."
Qiuguang smiled and said, "Are you really going to pick stars?"
Hu Si also laughed: "The peacock put him on the top of the mountain outside the city, and told him that it was the closest to the stars. When he picked it up, he would fly down and give it to him. The child said, I don't want the stars anymore, don't go, it's windy here. , I am very afraid by myself. The peacock said, what are you afraid of, you hold my feathers in your hand, as long as you call my name to the stars, I will appear, every night before, isn't it like this?"
Qiuguang asked, "What's the name of the peacock?"
Hu Si thought about it seriously: "I forgot."
Chunguang asked: "The peacock demon went to steal the spirit stone? Then you have to come back quickly, or the magic spell he left on the child will dissipate, and the child will freeze to death."
Hu Si: "The child blew the cold wind all night on the dark top of the mountain. No one answered when he shouted the name of the peacock, and finally his voice became hoarse. At dawn, he was found by the servant who went up the mountain to find him. He was frozen and unconscious. After returning home. The fever persists, the gibberish in the nightmare, or the name of the peacock..."
His voice gradually fell.
Qiuguang couldn't help but ask, "And then what?"
"And then died. Died of illness." Hu Si said.
Chun Shui said in a daze: "Just died like this? Where did that peacock go?"
Hu Si said: "I don't know. The peacock flew southeast and will never return."
Qiuguang said coquettishly, holding Hu Si's arm: "This story is not good, and it makes people sad. Realm master, please change the ending."
Hu Si: "Well, the child is not dead. From now on, I don't want to test for fame or study, so I changed my mind to become a cultivator and asked. By coincidence, I became a cultivator when I grew up. Finally, I realized that the peacock is not a fairy, but a monster. The glowing stars in the palm of the hand are just a few low-grade spirit stones. The real stars are far away from the Jiuzhongtian, and sometimes the falling debris of the stars can smash the ground out of a giant pit and destroy a city..."
It has nothing to do with the stars, Qiu Guang thought, this ending is still too perfunctory: "What about the peacock?"
Hu Si shook his head: "The peacock is gone. The story is over."
The two favorite princesses whispered in their hearts: What is this, there is no beginning or end.
Hu Si hugged from left to right: "You are not satisfied, what ending do you want to hear?"
Chunguang thought for a while: "I think in the story, when the child grows up, one person and one demon will meet again."
Hu Si asked: "After meeting, what can you say?"
Qiuguang replied: "Ask the peacock why he wants to lie..."
Hu Si: "The peacock is a demon. If I lie to you, I will lie to you, but I won't reason with you."
Chunguang held her cheek with one hand: "I think the child is a bit pitiful."
Hu Si shook his head: "It's not pitiful. I made up this story."
Qiuguang wrapped his arms around him and complained, "Why did the realm lie to us again! Bullying others."
Hu Si said casually: "Because I want to find a reason to keep birds."
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There has never been more than one cloud ship in the sky above the Vast Sea Secret Realm. The cloud boat that returned to Qingren in Mingyue Lake did not leave either, hovering over the clouds like a green leaf that covered the sky and the sun. The red boat is frivolous and gorgeous, and the blue boat is heavy and solemn.
In the palace in the depths of the blue-black cloud boat, the head of Yun Xuzi and the real person Gui Qing sit opposite each other. Yun Xuzi served tea respectfully. This was the first time since the failure to hunt and kill the mirage, the real person Gui Qing ordered him to make tea, which showed that the other party finally had the interest to drink tea.
The team that hunted and killed the mirage was not a new genius of the younger generation, but a powerful practitioner of Theravada realm who had grown up in the Mesozoic.
But the mirages were not dead, they were. The last message sent back before dying was only three words: Peacock Demon.
Yun Xuzi got the letter and scolded: "A bunch of trash!"
Gui Qing said nothing, the catching net covered his supernatural power, and he could perceive it in detail.
Yun Xuzi: "I'll send someone else..."
Gui Qing shook his head: "No need. That peacock demon is here to save Meng Xueli. A demon's friend is a demon."
Yun Xuzi suddenly said: "Uncle Master is wise, I expected Meng Xueli to be either a monster outside the world, or an old ghost who was reborn! Who would have thought that Dao Companion Ji Xiao was actually a monster!"
He paused, seeing that the other party did not respond, and tentatively said: "Then we now..."
Gui Qing wrote a communication talisman, but I don't know where it went. Then he did nothing. Yun Xuzi was uneasy in his heart, and he hesitated several times.
Seeing this, Gui Qing said indifferently: "You are restless, don't make tea these few days, and spoil the tea."
Yun Xuzi was drenched in cold sweat: "Yes, Uncle Shi."
Gui Qing smiled: "You must be calm when it comes to major events. The more critical it is, the more steady your hands are when you use your sword. I think you are still short of the heat."
Yun Xuzi promised: "I have been taught."
Until tonight, he put out the tea set again. The amber tea soup was poured into a cup, and Gui Qing frowned slightly after drinking, but said nothing.
Yun Xuzi breathed a sigh of relief, which showed that the other party was still dissatisfied with the tea he drank, but he was in a good mood, so he did not blame himself.
After drinking tea, Gui Qing took out an octagonal glass bronze mirror, which was thick and heavy, not like a woman's dressing mirror.
Yun Xuzi felt that the body of the mirror was overflowing with the aura of the demon race, and said strangely, "Dare to ask Shishu, what is this?"
Gui Qing said leisurely: "Whether it's a demon or a demon, it looks like a human when it wears human skin. The body can be reshaped, but the appearance of the soul cannot be faked. This mirror is an artifact in the demon world. In addition, you can also see the shadow of the soul. Whether it is a demon or a demon, you can tell at a glance. There are people and demons who want Meng Xueli to die more than we do."
Yun Xuzi stared at the mirror in amazement: "The 'mirror' of the ancient demon king turned out to be true!"
Master Gui Qing smiled and said, "You keep it."
Yun Xuzi was overjoyed, he held the mirror in both hands, put it into a storage bag, and then bowed down: "Thank you for your trust, this disciple will live up to your expectations!"
Gui Qing's eyes changed slightly, and he looked at him with a half-smile: "After storing it, give it to Tai Heng now."
Yun Xuzi's face suddenly turned pale, and he resisted to maintain a calm tone: "Such a fetish is rare, why should the old man Tai Heng be cheap?"
Gui Qing said indifferently: "Some things, people from Hanshan can do better than us. Only Tai Heng knows how to make the dead Ji Xiao 'collaborate with monsters'. Just because Meng Xueli is a monster, Tai Heng knows best. Heng can make other 'evidence'."
Yun Xuzi hesitated: "Will others believe it?"
Gui Qing smiled and said, "You don't have to believe it."
Yun Xuzi understood that as long as there were disputes, Ji Xiao would no longer be the most honest and flawless person in the world.
The name of a man, the shadow of a tree. Although reputation is a virtual thing, unlike swordsmanship, cultivation techniques, and cultivation, it is very important to sects, big families, and famous practitioners.
Yun Xuzi was still worried: "That old man Tai Heng, who has been a tortoise with a shriveled head for so many years, can live more than 500 years, all because he is afraid of his head and tail! I am afraid that he will not be able to accomplish anything, and when he is at the end of the road, he will bite us out in one bite! "
His face was respectful, and his mind changed. How did Zhenren Guiqing get this "mirror"? If he had it in the past, why didn't he take it out until tonight. It is very likely that someone else gave it to him after the messenger was sent that day. A demon's friend is a demon, and most of the people who can send artifacts from the demon world are also demons. Perhaps this means that there is a big demon who wants to take advantage of the muddy water in the world of cultivation and kill Meng Xueli when the situation changes.
But Gui Qing looked at him disappointedly: "Even if Tai Heng doesn't do anything, what's it to do with me?"
Yun Xuzi gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Shi, the disciple is worried that he will frame you for colluding with the demon clan, saying that what he did was under your instigation and coercion!"
Gui Qing smiled: "You don't have to wait for him to bite back at the end of the road, I will act according to the opportunity, if it is impossible, I will kill Tai Heng with one sword, protect the reputation of Mingyue Lake and Ji Xiao, and help the Hanshan Sword Sect clean up the door by the way. Don't be stupid. I think we are still allies.”
Yun Xuzi lowered his head: "Uncle Master taught that everything is under your control."