Although he had never really coveted the "stolen goods" in the small treasury of Longmen Elder Pangdian, when he heard Fudaoshanren's words, Jianchou couldn't help but feel an indescribable suspicion in his heart: "Master, you have such a close relationship with Master Hengxu, and he actually asked you to compensate Kunwu?"
“… Ahem.”
Whether the friendship is deep or not is another matter.
Fudaoshanren looked up at the sky, blinked his eyes, and said with his neck stiff, "This is not a matter between me and old monster Hengxu, but a matter between Yashan and Kunwu. How can I escape? Besides, it's all your fault! It's all your fault!!!"
What's going on, mountain man, why should I feel guilty
It was obviously Jianchou who caused the trouble!
Fudaoshanren suddenly came to his senses and immediately raised his voice and roared at Jianchou.
At this moment, Chen Ju and others turned their sympathetic glances towards Jianchou.
Big sister, since you met Master, you have been... Oh no, just admit it.
Jianchou was completely speechless. He looked back at the opposite side of the main peak that he had destroyed before, and felt that the noise was indeed a bit loud. He felt aggrieved for a moment and didn't know what to say.
Seeing that she was honest, Fudaoshanren was already smiling in his heart, but he still pretended to "reluctantly forgive you" and returned to Yashan's residence in Kunwu with his disciples.
The moon is already high in the sky.
There was a living room in the residence, with a large table in the middle, on which were placed many magical melons and fruits.
As soon as Fudao Shanren came in, he rushed over, picked up the fruits, and smiled: "Oh, Kunwu is still so rich and powerful, I am a little embarrassed. Well, disciples, it's getting late, go to bed early, Master, I will leave first!"
Hahahaha, mine, mine, all is mine!
Not to these stupid disciples!
"Master, please save some!"
Chen Jiu stood at the back, looking speechless.
Jiang He looked at the voice that was jumping and dancing with joy under the moon, and after a long while he said, "Kunwu is so good, why doesn't he live in Kunwu?"
This is a question.
The big man Chen Weishan stood there for a long time, thinking for a long time, and finally patted his head: "This is very simple, because Kunwu definitely can't afford to support the master, now he has to entertain him. If the master comes on ordinary days, he will definitely be driven out!"
"… "
There was silence.
Jianchou suddenly felt that these fellow apprentices were all quite imaginative.
She shook her head. Seeing that it was getting late, she wanted to go back to her room to meditate and rest for a while.
Unexpectedly, just when she was about to say goodbye.
Chen Jiu directly took out a booklet and said, "Master Sister, please stay and take a look at this first."
"What's this?"
Jianchou was a little surprised and took the booklet.
Chen Jiu was a little proud: "Sister, you will know after reading this. This is unique to our Yashan. It is not available anywhere else. My fellow disciples and I followed our Yashan tradition and collected this for you. I believe you will need it in the future. We can guarantee that the things written on it are definitely more than Zhilinsou's notes!"
More than Zhilinsou’s
When Jianchou saw the booklet, he picked it up and flipped through it, and lines of words burst out.
"Third, the flower-like young master of the Wuyi Sect, who practices the Hundred Flowers Killing Heart Technique, has at least sixteen Dao Seals, divided into four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter..."
"No ranking, Baiyue Valley Lu Xiangleng, nicknamed Medicine Girl, is proficient in alchemy. In addition to carrying countless elixirs, she also practices the Tianxiang Heart Method and has the Ten Seals of Lanshan Cardamom..."
…
Behind them, there are many more people and much more information, even including everyone’s cultivation method, their respective Dao seals, and even their fighting styles and weaknesses!
Even without more information, each person's most likely fighting style and weaknesses, as well as the characteristics of their master, have been analyzed based on their master!
Jianchou was stunned: "You..."
"I'm touched, right?" Chen Jiu wanted to continue showing off, "It takes a lot of effort to do it."
Jianchou was about to thank him.
Chen Weishan added in a simple and honest manner, "Yes, we haven't made this kind of thing for a long time since Junior Brother Jiang He stopped attending the small meeting. In the past, it was Senior Brother who led us to do it, but now he is nowhere to be found, so we are indeed a little unskilled in making it."
"… "
These two idiots!
Chen Jiu was waiting for Chen Weishan with a murderous look in his eyes.
I'm so pissed off. I originally wanted to take the initiative to show off my achievements in front of the senior sister, but now this idiot directly said that this is the tradition of the Fudaoshan people in Yashan. What's the point of showing off my achievements
Kou Qianzhi held the sword and smiled helplessly.
Jianchou listened to their conversation and was somewhat surprised.
It turned out that at every small meeting, the disciples under Fu Dao Shan Ren would work together to collect such a thing. And she was the only disciple Fu Dao Shan Ren had accepted in the past three hundred years, so it was indeed the first time they took the initiative to do this.
Looking at this thin booklet, Jianchou felt that it had some weight in his hand.
"Thank you, fellow apprentices, for taking the trouble for me."
"Huh?"
You actually said thank you
Chen Jiu forgot to look at Chen Weishan for a moment and turned around in surprise.
Jianchou was looking at them with an indescribable gentle look, with warmth in his eyes and the corners of his lips slightly raised, giving people a feeling of a gentle breeze in a willow catkin pond.
At that moment, Chen Jiu was a little dazed.
Jianchou didn't notice Chen Jiu's trance. He glanced at the slanting moon outside and heard only the faint chirping of insects. He knew it was getting late, so he said, "Tomorrow is the last day. I will go back to the room and take a good look at what you brothers have prepared for me, just in case. Then, brothers..."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister. We are planning to go to Kunwu to have a look around."
Chen Jiu immediately understood Jianchou's meaning, and said casually that they already had their own "night life".
Go to Kunwu and wander around...
They really treat Kunwu as their own back garden.
Thinking again about how the Fudaoshan people were treated in Kunwu and thrown chicken legs everywhere without being caught, Jianchou felt an indescribable complexity in his heart.
She kept smiling, nodded, and said, "Then I'll go back to my room first."
"Take care, Master Sister."
Jianchou turned and left, Chen Jiu and others watched her go out.
After leaving the hall, Jianchou could see the residences of many Kunwu disciples outside. Clouds were floating over, making the buildings on Kunwu Mountain hazy.
Her room was on the east side of the hall, the innermost one.
Jianchou pushed the door open and walked in. He flicked his finger and a little spiritual fire popped out, lighting up the lights in the house.
She originally wanted to sit down and practice, but she found that she had practiced too much during the day, and now she was at the bottleneck of the foundation building peak. At this moment, she was like a container filled with water. Practicing more would only cause the water to overflow.
If your realm doesn't improve, there is no point in practicing.
The finishing touch is not that easy.
Jianchou felt deeply the difficulty of the bottleneck, although she herself did not care much about it.
Since I couldn't practice, I just looked at the booklet that Chen Jiu and the others gave me.
Thinking of this, Jianchou took out the booklet and slowly began to read it.
There are many monks attending the meeting, and only those who are judged by Chen Jiu and others to be a threat to Jianchou or have some special features will be included.
In this booklet, she even saw Jiang Wenchao's name.
"Jiang Wenchao, the spirit he communicated with is probably the Four-Direction Vermillion Bird! His fighting power should be at the middle stage of the Golden Core. Since he has not yet made a move, many people are still unaware of it."
Suzaku
When Jianchou fought with He Jiuyi, he understood what kind of existence the spiritual power of the Spiritual Pavilion was. It was actually similar to the natal Taoist Seal. The more powerful the spirit, the more powerful the Taoist seal would be.
According to historical records, the universe is divided into three eras.
In the beginning of ancient times, the universe was in chaos, with only numerous creatures fighting each other in the long night.
The second is the ancient times, when the heaven and earth were separated into clear and turbid, and the stars were born and hung in the sky. Many ancient creatures were roaming around, and people were born in the heaven and earth, walking the way of heaven and earth, beheading many demons and gods, and pushing the long river of time to the present.
Zhuque, as one of the four sacred beasts, is a survivor from ancient times, just like Dijiang.
Jianchou only got the Emperor Jiang Fenglei Wings as his seal, but he found it difficult to control him.
So…
Where is Jiang Wenchao
The genius who shocked the world thirty years ago regressed in his cultivation for no apparent reason. Could it be related to the sentence recorded by Chen Jiu and others, "The spirit he communicated with was suspected to be the Vermillion Bird of the Four Directions"
Jianchou was stunned for a moment.
"call!"
The half-closed window suddenly trembled, as if a gust of wind was blowing past outside the window.
Under the stars and the moon, it seemed like someone was passing by quickly outside.
Jianchou suddenly became alert, subconsciously closed the booklet, walked to the window, pushed it open and looked out.
The moonlight on Kunwu Mountain is bright, but unlike the lonely and desolate Yashan Mountain, it has a worldly atmosphere, and buildings such as mountain houses and towers can be vaguely seen.
At this moment, a red-white light flashed past the mountain house in the distance as if fleeing for life.
Another white light quickly followed from behind, and the fluctuation of spiritual energy instantly alarmed some people. In just a blink of an eye, as the white light in front plunged into the dense forests in Kunwu, the later ray of light also sank into it and disappeared after a while.
What a courage.
On the edge of Kunwu main peak, they dared to chase like this, and I don’t know what happened.
Jianchou frowned. It was strange that no one came out to watch despite the commotion.
But after a second thought, she understood: Kunwu is big, but there are many people coming now. Who knows what kind of grudges and hatreds they have? Don't cause trouble if you can. Some things are difficult for even Kunwu to handle. Before something big happens, just ignore it.
In that case, it seems that she has nothing to worry about.
As Jianchou thought about this, she was about to close the window with both hands. Unexpectedly, a quiet figure on the mountain road in the distance suddenly attracted her attention.
It was a woman holding something in her arms. She seemed to be attracted by the two flying lights. She raised her head and looked up for a while.
However, she didn't care much and slowly walked along the long path in the Xishan forest towards the distance.
The snow-white clothes, under the reflection of the pure moon, make her look like a fairy from the Moon Palace, extraordinary and otherworldly.
Jianchou suddenly thought that after she entered the Nineteenth Continent, she had met so many people, and many female cultivators were called fairies, but only Lu Xiangleng was truly worthy of the title of "fairy".
However, this person obviously doesn't care about false reputation.
“Woo woo woo…”
The little mink, who was originally dozing off, shivered when the mountain breeze came from outside, and huddled up on the simple futon, showing no sign of waking up.
Jianchou took a look, smiled slightly, and flew out of the window silently on the wind, floating like a crane, flying over half of Kunwu Mountain and falling towards the forest at the foot of the mountain.
The 116 terraces reaching to the sky were all empty, no longer as bustling as during the day.
A clear stream flows down from the top of Kunwu Mountain, winding along the forest covered with grass and trees. The trees on both sides of the stream are already somewhat withered and yellow, and covered with a layer of white frost because it is late autumn. The occasional moonlight falls from the forest and spreads on the branches and leaves of the grass and trees, which makes it feel even more desolate.
Seeing that Sorrow had fallen and that he had lost all trace of Lu Xiangleng, he simply walked along the woods.
The cold and gloomy moon is most likely to cause people to feel sad.
Jianchou suddenly remembered that she and Xie Buchen had made an alliance before flowers and a vow under the moon.
Under such a moon, she was once startled by his sudden low words "How can I embrace the moon in the blue sky?" She had also run with him in the alleys, avoiding the enemies who were chasing them. They had once gone to a strange little village hand in hand under the morning moon, hiding their names. At that time, he was still called Xie Wuming, and later he changed his name to Buchen and his courtesy name to Wuming.
It was also under such a moon that she, who had come back to life, brought Fudao Shanren back to the village house which still looked the same as before, and saw the silver lock of her unborn child in the sewing basket.
"Buzz..."
The strings of the zither vibrated, and instantly rumbling sounds flowed out.
Jianchou was deeply lost in thought, thinking that he was now standing in the Kunwu territory where Xie Buchen had practiced Taoism for two years, but he could not draw his sword against his enemy, and he actually felt a sense of irony.
The sound of the piano entered her ears and flowed into her heart, bringing with it an indescribable sense of peace.
This is a very simple piano sound, and you can't even tell what tune it is. It seems like it was just a tune played casually to test the sound.
However, the more you follow your heart, the more natural it is.
The surging thoughts in Jianchou's mind did not subside, but only followed the sound of the piano.
The stream gradually became wider at her feet, flowing over moss-covered rocks, and finally merged into a lake that suddenly appeared in front of Jianchou's sight.
A dense forest shadow surrounds the mirror-smooth lake in the middle.
The shadow of the frosty moon in the sky was reflected on the almost ripple-free water surface.
There is a wooden plank road by the lake, extending several feet inward, and it looks a bit old.
A pure white figure stood at the end of the wooden path in the middle of the lake. In front of her was a wooden table with a bottle of wine on it. On her knees was a newly made xylophone. She was gently plucking the strings with her fingers, with a bit of nonchalant feeling.
Jianchou slowly walked out from the shadows of the forest and came to the edge of the lake.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, as if the owner had noticed someone coming.
Lu Xiangleng turned her eyes to the left and saw a figure in a moon-white robe. However, she was a little surprised when she recognized her identity.
There was silence.
"I couldn't sleep on a starry night. I saw someone chasing me outside and thought something big had happened, so I stopped by to take a walk. I didn't expect that Daoist Lu was in the mood to drink and play the zither, so I followed the sound and came here."
Jianchou walked up the plank road slowly, and every move he made was extremely natural.
"I received a bowl from Daoist Brother Lu in the past. I didn't expect to meet him again tonight. I saw Daoist Brother Lu drinking alone. I wonder if I can ask him for another glass of fine wine?"
Lu Xiangleng had seen Jianchou from afar before, and now he saw her walking towards him. She was indeed the female cultivator he had seen on Baishi Mountain in the past. A wonderful feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
"It turns out to be Daoist Fellow Jianchou."
"I'm afraid I've disturbed Fellow Daoist Lu's pleasure by coming here on a starry night, but it's nice to meet an old friend..." Jianchou smiled slightly, "I've long admired you, and I haven't seen you for a long time."
Long heard.
Long time no see.
Lu Xiangleng was slightly stunned, and felt that these four words were quite interesting and worth pondering.
Her fingers, which were covered with black energy, pressed on the strings of the zither. After a moment of silence, she smiled and said, "I have long admired you and have not seen you for a long time. Although I don't have any fine wine, I do have a few bottles of clear spring water. If you don't mind, Daoist Jianchou, maybe we can have a chat."
"It would be disrespectful to refuse."
Jianchou then came up.
Lu Xiangleng placed the unfinished xylophone beside her, took out another wine cup, and with a press of her finger, a long-necked wine jug appeared in her hand. With a pour of the juice, a stream of fine liquor fell into the wine cup.
Jianchou sat down opposite Lu Xiangleng, and when he looked carefully, he found that the wooden table with wine cups on both sides was actually a chess table, with many black and white pieces scattered on it, forming a precious endgame.
For a moment, Jianchou was quite interested.
"I wonder which noble man left this..."
He said "left by a noble man" but did not say it was left by Lu Xiangleng. This was because Jianchou could tell at a glance that Lu Xiangleng had just arrived and did not have time to play chess, so he did not even ask whether the chess game was left by Lu Xiangleng.
Her observation skills and subconscious thinking make her judgment and words different from those of mediocre people.
Her brows were slightly furrowed like smoke, and Lu Xiangleng seemed transparent under the moonlight.
She glanced at Jianchou and smiled slightly, "I had it when I came here, and I didn't ruin the game. I just acted like an ordinary person and used the chess table as a wine table."
"This is a bit of a waste..."
Jianchou's gaze swept across every piece and every eye on the chessboard.
This chessboard is no different from those in the secular world. Each chess piece is made of stone. When you touch it lightly, you can feel that each piece is round and smooth.
Lu Xiang said coldly, "These chess pieces are made of black and white stones from the bottom of the lake. Someone picked them up and polished them gently to make them round pieces. There is actually a subtle difference in color between the black and white pieces. This chess player also seems to be a casual person."
Hearing this, Jianchou looked at the chessboard and shook his head.
She was not proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she had learned a lot from it. She had read many music and chess scores and seen many exquisite chess games.
In the current game of chess, both the black and white pieces have the same move, and it is obviously the work of one person, probably playing against himself.
It’s just that the chess player is very meticulous and thoughtful, and every time he makes a move, he calculates many steps ahead, so that the game in front of him seems like a dead end no matter how he plays it.
The battle between black and white is murderous at every step.
But this murderous intention was left by the same chess player.
Casual
Of course not.
Jianchou shook her head, which aroused Lu Xiangleng's suspicion. She looked down and immediately understood why she shook her head.
"I actually didn't expect it."
I am about to die, so I am too lazy to think about it too much.
Lu Xiang smiled inexplicably.
When Jianchou saw this, he tapped his fingers on the edge of the wooden chessboard, calculating the movements of the black and white pieces. He felt his mind was restless, and was caught up in the murderous intent of this game.
"Does Brother Lu also know how to play chess?"
Lu Xiang looked up at her coldly.
The two looked at each other, and she suddenly understood. She just raised her hand and pointed lightly into the lake. Then a white stone soaked in the wet lake water fell into her palm. With a light pinch, it became a round white stone.
"A little bit, but..."
“No one knows it was us who did it.”
Jianchou naturally knew what Lu Xiangleng was thinking. After all, it seemed impolite to mess with other people's chess games, but...
"Anyway, in the end, this game of chess is just played by myself, so how can there be a winner? How can a person defeat himself? It is better to let someone else play this game. If Fellow Daoist Lu is worried, just go back and review the game."
Lu Xiangleng was a little surprised and a little stunned.
Jianchou also picked up a few stones from the bottom of the lake. Seeing her looking at him like that, he vaguely guessed what she was thinking and said, "I don't look like that kind of person?"
"… Daoist Fellow Jianchou is more free and easy-going than others."
There was a faint gleam in Lu Xiangleng's eyes, and the smile on her lips was filled with an indescribable emotion.
She had forgotten that the one in front of her was the eldest senior sister of Yashan, and it was perfect for her to indulge herself and act according to her will.
"Then let's play this game a few times."
Jianchou plays black, and on the current chessboard, he is in a good position to move first.
So she made the first move.
Lu Xiang thought for a moment and also made a move.
The half-made xylophone was no longer paid any attention to.
This unfinished game of chess lasts from the time the moon rises in the east to the time it sets in the west.
One hand, then another.
No one knows who left the chess game behind, but the thoughtfulness of the person behind it is beyond imagination. Only when you start playing the game do you realize that a seemingly casual chess piece may have different effects.
However, neither Jianchou nor Lu Xiangleng were the original players of the chess game, so it is unknown whether the functions they gave to these idle chess pieces when they made their moves were the original owner's intention.
"… Never mind. My chess skills are not good enough and I wasted a good game…"
A white piece was already at the fingertips, but it wouldn't fall down.
Lu Xiangleng sighed slightly, and finally withdrew his hand and placed the chess piece beside the chessboard.
Jianchou was holding a few black pieces in the palm of his left hand, and was tapping them gently with the fingertips of his right hand, seeming to be somewhat bored.
After hearing Lu Xiangleng's words, she said, "The original owner of the chess piece played a meticulous and comprehensive chess game, but Fellow Daoist Lu had good intentions. Whenever he was about to take ruthless action, he would lose the initiative due to a moment of weakness. Although... in this game, you didn't have any initiative at all."
Because the opportunities are on Jianchou's side.
These words were not polite at all, and even had a spicy feel.
Lu Xiangleng was stunned when he heard this. It took him a long while to react. He laughed and said, "Daoyou Jianchou is absolutely right."
only…
She saw that Chou's moves on this chess game were almost the same as those of the original chess player. When it was time to take her chess pieces, he was ruthless and took as many as he could without any hesitation.
This resolute and strong character alone is many times better than that of the so-called "heroic monks" that Lu Xiangleng knew.
Jianchou knew the outcome of this game, but he didn't care. He threw the chess piece back into the lake and said with a smile, "You were too ruthless and straightforward when playing chess. Every stroke of your sword drew blood. I'm really afraid that Brother Lu will turn against me right now."
Lu Xiangleng still laughed: "Daoyou Jianchou is someone who can be regarded as a close friend."
He can be regarded as a close friend.
Medicine girl Lu Xiangleng was not a person with a low self-esteem. She could say "you can be my close friend". If others heard it, they would probably be shocked for a while.
"It seems that you and I are destined to be together."
Jianchou picked up the glass of wine that had been placed next to the chess table, took a sniff, and found there was no smell of alcohol at all. He knew that it was definitely not good wine, so he simply flipped his hand and poured the wine into the lake.
Lu Xiangleng was suddenly surprised.
"Daoyou Jianchou, this is..."
Jianchou didn't explain. He stretched out his hand, took the wine cup in front of Lu Xiangleng, and poured it into the lake.
"In the past, on Baishi Mountain, Daoist Fellow Xiang Leng gave me a bowl of Xiao Diao, which was a favor to me. Today, we played a round of hand-to-hand combat, which can be regarded as a spiritual friendship. Daoist Fellow Xiang Leng has the appearance of an immortal, and this mere mountain spring nectar is not a rare thing. How can it be worthy of an immortal?"
"… "
Lu Xiang was speechless.
She did not tell Jianchou that the two cups of nectar were made from the water essence and flowing ice in the underground spiritual river. They had the effect of detoxifying and refreshing the mind, which was rare for ordinary cultivators.
But Jian Jianchou had already fallen down, and she did not say much, only sighed: "I don't deserve to be a fairy, Xiang Leng only wishes to be an ordinary person."
For a dying person, this water spirit and flowing ice cannot cure the scorpion poison. It can only make her struggle a last struggle and delay her death for a few days.
Now that the sorrow has gone, I feel clean.
Jianchou put the empty wine cups together and showed a bright smile.
With a flip of her hand, a cup suddenly appeared in her hand.
On the cup, there were ancient patterns swirling and ancient characters engraved. There was icy cold liquid in the cup, and a thin layer of cold air shrouded the surface of the water. When it was illuminated by the sinking moon in the sky, there was suddenly a hazy beauty like fog.
A feeling of coolness, as the cup came out, immediately overflowed and spread to the entire lake!
In an instant, a thin layer of ice formed on the entire surface of the lake!
Lu Xiangleng's fingers on the chessboard suddenly stiffened.
She was stunned.
Jianchou did not do anything, but just muttered to himself that the power of Killing Hong Xiaojie was much greater than he had imagined.
She tilted the cup and poured the Bingteng Yuqin in the cup into two slightly smaller wine cups with just a wave of her hand.
"There is a beauty under the moon, and you and I are both heroes. How can there not be real jade liquid and nectar here at this time and place? Please drink this cup to the full, fellow Daoist Xiang Leng."