The stone-cut buildings in the central city are of a long time. The hard white stone has been eroded by natural wind and frost and destroyed by magic attacks. The original palaces and veranda gardens are only left with broken walls, and the complex patterns on them have long been blurred.
The learned disciple explained to the curious disciple: "It is said that the secret realm was originally a piece of space debris, the cave dwelling of the ancient great power. After the great power ascended, the space debris drifted in the outer world. Space refining is used for its own use, and it is invested in the vast sea, and this is the big competition in the vast sea."
Ji Xiao: "Not bad."
The disciple was approved, and the discussion became even more intense: "It is said that the underground palace is still intact, and you can see the ancient style. But there is a hidden formation at the entrance of the underground palace, it seems that no one has found it yet!"
Another person said: "Even if we find it, we don't dare to go in. There is a mirage guarding in the depths of the underground palace. I have never seen a mirage, but thinking about it, I know that it must be powerful and huge as a mountain. Why should I die in vain? To be swallowed by a monster in one bite, it is meaningless to die."
All the disciples agreed, this time Ji Xiao was silent.
Meng Xueli didn't say anything. Of course he knew that when the mirage was running around in the demon world, he was most afraid of being beaten. But most of the human race misunderstood the demon, thinking that the big demon must be ferocious and mighty if it lives for a long time. In fact, people have their own lives, and demons have their own characteristics. Among the big demons, there are also waste beasts.
Unconsciously, the shadow of the sun moved westward, and the splendid sunset covered half of the sky. The distant mountains and waters, and the remnant walls of the abandoned temple were covered with a hazy orange-gold light.
A group of young monks chatted and laughed loudly, and went out on a spring outing and visited ancient times.
Someone asked: "Elder Meng, you said that there is a teleportation formation in the central city?"
Meng Xueli: "That's right." The teleportation formation he was going to was located in the garden of the palace complex.
He has been to the secret realm before. To be precise, he did not come, but passed by.
Three years ago, Ji Xiao rescued the seriously injured Ling Miner from the "outside the world", and he passed by here when he wanted to go to the world.
When Ji Xiao opened the secret realm, in addition to the well-known four teleportation formations, he also left a convenient "back door" for himself in case of emergency. A connection to the "outside the world" is a two-way transmission. Ji Xiao walked past with Ling Miner in his arms. There is also an exit to the normal Vast Sea. Like other teleportation arrays in the secret realm, it is a one-way teleportation, which is relatively hidden, and Ling Sable has also seen it.
At that time, Ling Sable got out of the front of Ji Xiao, turned his head and looked around: "Where is this? We are in the world?"
"Um."
Ling Siao felt fresh when she saw the teleportation array, but she quickly lost her strength, and she retracted into her warm embrace and fell asleep.
After the completion of Changchun Peak, Ji Xiao opened a new "back door" in the secret realm, connecting the Changchun Peak pond and sea area from the underground palace.
When you see hundreds of flowers everywhere, you know the garden is near. Delicate flowers and plants disappeared naturally without any care, leaving wild flowers and weeds with vigorous vitality. Many flower seeds were scattered with the wind and scattered around the garden for several miles.
The flowers in the secret realm are not seen most of the time, and they still bloom and wither year after year.
The sunset in the distant sky is infinitely good, and the purple and bright red are blooming all around. The young cultivators think of today's spectating, breakthrough, and fierce battle, and their hearts are surging.
Meng Xueli also smiled: "Ji Xiao set up the Great Competition in the ancient ruins to remind us that some people in this world have ascended, and soaring is not a dream." Everyone who comes here will think of this incident, a Among hundreds of people, there is always one who wants to see a wider world.
Xu Sanshan patted the white tiger's head: "Ascension? To be honest, it's too far away!"
Liu Jing turned the array disk and tried to see where there were fluctuations in the formation around him: "Originally, the real person Ji Xiao was the closest to soaring, but unfortunately his old man has passed away. Can we still see someone ascending in his lifetime?"
Everyone expressed their opinions, most of them were talking about "the Lord of the Tianhu Great Realm" and "the Saint of Mingyue Lake Guiqing", but they rarely talked about themselves.
Xiao Tingyun said earnestly: "Ascension is an idea. The cultivator's journey is long, and it is counted in a hundred years. It is common for fate to struggle and rise and fall. With a single thought in mind, unswerving, long-term vision, and not obsessed with winning or losing a battle. , a temporary gain and loss. I heard people say, 'When a flower blooms, there will be a thousand or ten thousand flowers blooming,' there will be no Jixiao in the world, and there will be later people."
Meng Xueli used to hate hearing words like "Ji Xiao's era is over", as if it weakened and obliterated Ji Xiao's contribution, but at this time, when Xiao Tingyun said it, he didn't feel bored, instead he smiled. .
Some people nodded, seeming to understand, and some people laughed, disapprovingly.
Jing Di teased: "Daoyou Xiao is young, how can you say such old-fashioned words, it sounds older than my master."
When he mentioned Master, his tone was close, but he didn't know what to think.
At this moment, Meng Xueli suddenly heard Cui Jing say, "Ji Xiao can't soar anymore."
His tone was always indifferent, but very serious. Meng Xueli walked up to him: "Why?"
Cui Jing glanced at him with complicated eyes, and finally said something from his heart:
"Ji Xiao was originally close to God, and only when he is close to God can he soar. You bring him back to the world. Ji Xiao has a Taoist companion, loses his heart of benevolence, and indulges in little love and love, is he still Sword Master?"
Meng Xueli frowned slightly: "Ji Xiao is more like a 'human' when he has a Taoist companion. If, if he has a love for a Taoist companion, he will have a deeper love for everything in the world, and he will have new insights in his practice. Learn first. Love the people around you, and then push yourself and others, and love the world, can't you?"
Cui Jing thinks that it is not possible: "When the mind is close and distant, selfish desires arise. Daren and Xiaoai, the two feelings, are not connected at all."
Meng Xueli felt a little annoyed: "Forget it, we can't discuss the result."
He thought, although I bear the false name of Ji Xiao Dao Companion, in fact, I am not familiar with Ji Xiao, and two people who are not familiar with Ji Xiao discuss Ji Xiao, what can be the result? Might as well replace Hu Si.
What I said just now are all assumptions, does the real Ji Xiao have feelings for him? Daydreaming too much, the brain is easy to become stupid.
Meng Xueli sighed faintly, the evening glow illuminated his eyes with melancholy:
"One night three years ago, the moonlight on Changchun Peak was just right, and the koi in the pond were playing in the water. Ji Xiao came to the pond and was so frightened that the koi swam and did not dare to make trouble again. Even the koi were afraid of him. For a moment, I felt that he was lonely and wanted to be with him, but then..."
Jing Di couldn't help but ask, "How?"
Meng Xueli: "Later I found out that he is not as pitiful as I thought, but he is richer than I thought."
The first time he saw the ledger of Ji Xiao's private library, he almost didn't recover.
Jing Di burst into a burst of laughter: "Hahahaha! You have said so much, and I understand this sentence!"
Meng Xueli said helplessly: "What are you laughing at, what I mean is that how we look at Ji Xiao, and how we look at Ji Xiao in the history books of the future generations, are too narrow. Summer insects can't talk about ice, and well frogs can't talk about sea. No. When you reach his realm, you can't imagine his intentions... Ji Xiao is actually an indifferent and compassionate person. Many people imitate him, but they only imitate his indifference, not his compassion."
Ji Xiao was silent for a while, and finally shook his head: "Ji Xiao is a human being, and he also has emotions and desires, not a cold idol on the table."
He found a problem, the little daoist put him too high and put himself too low.
Meng Xueli used to be a big demon, it shouldn't be like this, something must have happened, which hit Meng Xueli's self-confidence, maybe the crux of the problem is still in the demon world, and the life and death that Ling Diao suffered three years ago.