The towering mountains stand among the white clouds, with snow on the top and pine forests on the mountainside. A clear stream flows slowly down from the mountain. Because it is late autumn, the stream is shallow and thin, and when it converges into a small rock stream at the foot of the mountain, it is only a small pool.
The crystal clear stone pond was rippling with waves, and dark stones were laid flat at the bottom of the pond.
The stone pool is surrounded by huge white stones.
At this moment, a small mink with putty-colored fur was lying lazily on the white stone.
Although it was late autumn, the sun rarely came out here, shining on the rocks, and it looked warm. The little mink covered his mouth with his paws, yawned, and finally looked at the shrew beside the stone pond.
Jianchou was still wearing a dark blue robe today, with silver-grey embroidery on the right lapel, which was said to be embroidered with the yang silk spit out by the underground Yin-Yang spiders. The rest of the robe was woven with the yin silk of the Yin-Yang spiders.
"Hermit, let me tell you, this set of clothes is so warm in winter and cool in summer, it looks really good when you put it on. After all, you are our Yashan's eldest sister, a living signboard, you must dress nicely when you go out..."
Jianchou was about to reach out to scoop up some water from the stone pond, but the moment he saw the silver embroidery on the collar and cuffs, the distressed face of Fudao Shanren emerged in his mind, as if giving away a set of clothes was like asking for his life.
"well… "
This little stingy guy is really speechless.
Jianchou thought about it, sighed deeply, scooped up the clear spring water in the stone pool, and took a sip.
The sweet spring water, flowing down from the top of the mountain, brought a bone-chilling coolness in late autumn and early winter. With just one sip, Jianchou could not help but feel refreshed.
Crash.
The remaining spring water slipped through Jianchou's fingers, splashing on the surface of the water.
He just moistened his dry lips and then looked around casually.
To the east was where she came from. At the end of a vast plain, one seemed to be able to see countless mountains, and Yashan was the tallest one among them. To the west was where she was going. The mountains gradually grew taller and the terrain began to undulate. The terrain became higher and higher towards the northwest, and there were vague shadows of snow-capped mountains in the distant sky.
Even the mountain range where she is now is terrifyingly high.
She was released from customs late last night.
As he had already known the news about the Black Wind Cave at the Herb Picking Peak, Jianchou went to bid farewell to Fudao Shanren after a short rest. After being extremely stingy, he gave Jianchou a set of clothes and some Taoist seals suitable for his cultivation. Fudao Shanren then waved his hand to send him away, as if he was afraid that Jianchou would take away more of his things.
So, Jianchou was despised and set out on the road to the herb-picking peak.
After leaving Yashan, we headed westward. When I looked up, I saw the surrounding scenery constantly changing. Finally, I could see some of the atmosphere of Zuo Sanqian in the central region of the Nineteen Continents.
Other cultivators can often be seen on the road, flying through the air. Occasionally, someone would glance at Chou, but after finding out that she was just an ordinary female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, most of them would just fly by.
There are about three thousand in the Central Region, and there are as many Foundation Establishment cultivators as dogs, and Golden Core cultivators are also everywhere.
Jianchou suddenly had the motivation to ask others to take a second look at him. At least he had to cultivate a golden elixir, right
"well."
Another long sigh.
Jianchou stood up and prepared to continue walking west after thinking it over.
Before setting off, I had looked at the relevant map. The mountain where I am now is called "Bai Shi Mountain". Sixty miles to the west is a famous sect in the Central Region, the Baiyue Valley, which only accepts female cultivators and produces great beauties. It is among the "top five" among the three thousand sects in the Central Region.
It was a pity. If it were normal times, Jianchou would probably take this opportunity to "pass by" the White Moon Valley and see what the female cultivators there looked like. But now, it was better to hurry up.
After taking a break here, we hurried to Feitian Town, fifty miles ahead, and stopped again.
She waved at the little mink, wanting it to drink a few sips of water as well: "Little mink, come here."
"call-"
The clouds in the sky were broken by a sudden ray of light.
Jianchou frowned subconsciously, and a burst of golden light flashed from her sleeves. She had already prepared the inside and outside mirrors.
The little mink stood up from the white stone vigilantly, and with a "whoosh", he jumped directly onto Jianchou's shoulder.
A man and a mink, both looked towards the rays of light.
There were seven people coming, all wearing similar moon-white dresses, revealing an extreme softness. They landed not far away, and the one in the lead looked calmer, with a blue pearl hairpin in her hair. She looked around and found the stone pond over there, and hurriedly said, "Senior Sister Lu, let's go over there and rest for a while."
When the other female cultivators heard the voice, they all looked at the woman standing in the middle.
Although Jianchou was far away, he could still clearly hear what they were saying and pay attention to everyone's actions.
Following everyone's gaze, Jianchou also looked at this "Senior Sister Lu".
What a beautiful lady.
Her eyebrows were like smoke from distant mountains, and her eyebrows were furrowed, giving her a hint of sadness. Her skin was white, but her cheeks looked pale. Her nose was elegant, and her lips were tightly pursed, as if she was enduring some kind of pain.
Her hands were supported by someone, and she seemed to have no strength to stand on the ground.
The wide moon-white robe covered her entire body, making her look like the lightest color of the sky, and she looked otherworldly; however, the golden embroidery threads covered the edges of her clothes, bringing out a worldly elegance and making this beauty look a little more real.
After hearing what the female cultivator said, she raised her eyes and looked not far away, where Jianchou was standing.
There is a kind of optimistic wisdom in his clear eyes.
She looked at Jianchou, and Jianchou also looked at her.
In just that instant when their eyes met, Jianchou could sense the wisdom hidden beneath the weakness and calmness.
Unlike when they were at Yashan, the little mink seemed a little uneasy when he saw this group of strangers, and quietly put his tail against Jianchou's neck from behind.
Jianchou smiled.
The female cultivator's gaze shifted from Jianchou to Xiaodiao, and she seemed suddenly confused.
"Ahem..."
Two suppressed coughs.
She finally turned around and said to the blue-haired female cultivator, "Let's go over and take a rest."
When the female cultivator Lanchai heard her cough, she seemed a little worried: "Senior Sister Lu, are you okay?"
"No problem."
There was no trace of blood on his pale face, revealing a look of extreme sickness.
She held the hands of the two people beside her and slowly walked along the winding mountain path. Although it was only a short distance, it took her a long time to walk.
Jianchou also stood there for a long time. The light of the glazed gold in his sleeves was still there and did not dissipate just because she did not leave.
Seeing this group of people coming towards him, Jianchou was able to tell something from their uniform attire.
"Lu Xiangleng of Baiyue Valley, nice to meet you, fellow Daoist. The sisters and brothers from our sect passed by here and would like to stay and rest. I hope you will not mind."
The voice was thin and weak, a little lacking in strength, but very polite.
After saying that, Lu Xiangleng raised her head and looked around very naturally.
The female cultivator standing on the white stone had a temperament that was completely different from every female cultivator she had seen before.
Although the lines and contours between the eyebrows are soft, there is an unfathomable calmness and stability under the eyes, as if he has gone through some things and become calm.
She had seen her master's eyes before, and they were just like this, with a feeling of having seen through the world.
These should be a pair of eyes that can endure loneliness.
The dark blue robe gave people a feeling as vast and deep as the deep sea. Ordinary female cultivators could not wear such a pure feeling. Moreover, the silver lines swirling on it gave Lu Xiangleng a different feeling.
If her eyes had not been damaged too badly by the scorpion poison, and she had seen correctly, this set of clothes was probably made from the silk of the Yin-Yang spider that had been smelted. Apart from controlling heat or cooling, it did not have much effect, but it looked good.
A piece of clothing is so luxurious. Even if the female cultivator in front of him is only at the foundation-building stage, Lu Xiangleng cannot underestimate her.
What's more, she is not a rude person and likes to be kind to others.
After briefly introducing himself and taking a look at Jianchou, Lu Xiangleng politely lowered his eyes.
Jianchou could naturally feel the scrutiny, but there was no hostility, instead it was full of kindness.
She touched the still uneasy little mink, smiled slightly, and said, "Daoyou Lu, you are too polite. The name of Baiyue Valley has long been known to everyone. This place was not originally mine, so I can't say it's strange or not. Please make yourself at your own convenience."
After saying that, Jianchou also glanced at the people behind Lu Xiangleng.
Compared to Lu Xiangleng's unique temperament, the other female cultivators in Baiyue Valley are inferior, but their appearance and manners are all first-class, and they do not have the slightest malice or contempt.
A female cultivator took out a thick cushion from her Qiankun bag and placed it on the white stone. Two female cultivators helped Lu Xiangleng to sit down.
The female cultivator Lan Chai took out several jade bowls from her Qiankun bag, filled one with water, and brought it to Lu Xiangleng.
"The water from Baishi Mountain is a spring from heaven. Sister, drink it first. I will take some and save it later, and then continue on our journey."
Lu Xiangleng took the jade bowl and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Junior Sister Feng."
Feng Li is Lu Xiangleng's junior sister. She had heard of the name of "Medicine Girl Lu Xiangleng" before she entered the sect. Although her talent in cultivation was not very high, she was proficient in the principles of elixirs.
On weekdays in the sect, most of the pills they used were prepared by their senior sisters, who would often give guidance to the younger generations in their practice.
They never thought that they would encounter such a disaster when they accompanied Lu Xiangleng to the herb-picking peak this time.
There was a hint of self-blame in Feng Li's eyes.
From a distance, Jianchou could already see the gap.
She began to think about the possibility of bringing a jade bowl with her to drink water, but after thinking about it carefully, she found it very troublesome.
It's not like she hasn't done the same thing as the female cultivators in Baiyue Valley are doing right now.
At that time, the Xie family had not yet declined, nor had they encountered any devastating disaster. Once when they went out for an outing, Xie's mother's jade bowl was also very delicate, and the white porcelain bottle that Jianchou used to draw water was also as crystal clear as jade.
She didn't seem to like those delicate and almost cautious days.
When you go out on a journey, your face is covered with wind and frost. You don’t have a water bag, but you don’t need to make a lot of preparations.
The sky is the quilt and the ground is the bed.
Where can't you go
Where can't I rest
When you are thirsty, grab a handful of mountain stream water; when you are hungry, pick some fruits from the forest…
Life should be more leisurely.
However, there is nothing wrong with being like Baiyue Valley.
Jianchou looked at the jade bowl and thought about the gap between today and the past. He didn't know whether he had fallen into depravity, or became open-minded, or had finally transcended the mortal world and become like those unconventional immortals.
The hand holding the jade bowl was Lu Xiangleng's hand, so pale that there was not a trace of snow, and the dark blue veins seemed to be just beneath the fair skin.
However, there was a faint trace of black air flowing in these blood vessels.
Perhaps it was because Jianchou's gaze was too direct and undisguised, after Lu Xiangleng slowly drank the water in the bowl, she actually looked towards Jianchou.
She also followed Jianchou's gaze and looked at the back of her hand.
Then, she suddenly smiled and said, "There is scorpion poison flowing in my blood, so the color is not like ordinary blood."
She knew what she was thinking.
Jianchou stood there, not approaching, and nodded: "I know the scorpion poison. I heard that it grows three thousand feet underground. It is hard to see and extremely vicious. Once infected with this poison, the meridians will be cut off at best, and the whole body will be ulcerated at worst. You actually..."
At least it looked like nothing happened.
Lu Xiangleng's gaze suddenly became a little strange.
She was silent for a moment before she said, "I know a little bit about pharmacology, so the scorpion venom has not dissipated."
After hearing this, Jianchou understood a little bit and nodded without thinking much about it.
However, the female cultivators standing next to Lu Xiangleng were already stunned.
Why…
The words were made so clear, but this seemingly distinguished female cultivator in front of him didn't even react at all
Senior Sister Lu has already introduced herself. She is the medicine girl Lu Xiangleng from Baiyue Valley. Hasn’t she heard of her
Everyone's eyes also became strange.
Seeing that they were all using jade bowls to draw water, Jianchou felt it was difficult to put Xiaoyou down to drink water. As she was struggling, she felt everyone's gazes on her. She looked up and suddenly thought: Why are they all looking at her like this? Did she miss something
As if seeing Jianchou's doubts, Lu Xiangleng smiled slightly and said, "I would like to guess that this fellow Taoist has only been practicing for a short time, or has he been in seclusion for many years?"
"… good."
Jianchou immediately realized what the problem was: she didn't recognize the Lu Xiangleng in front of her.
Lu Xiangleng waved her hand slightly, signaling Feng Li, the female cultivator with blue hairpin.
Feng Li understood, took out a jade bowl, walked forward and handed it to Jianchou.
Jianchou was startled and looked at Lu Xiangleng.
Lu Xiang coughed coldly and smiled weakly, "I saw you looking at the water, the bowl, and then at the little mink. I think the mink wants to drink some water. It just so happens that we brought extra jade bowls. If you don't mind..."
There were no extra patterns on the jade bowl. It looked simple and plain, which made Jianchou feel favorable about it.
"Thank you very much."
She couldn't help but laugh, reached out to take the jade bowl that Feng Li handed over, and said "thank you".
It just solved my own troubles.
He is observant of people's words and expressions, meticulous, polite and decent, yet not annoying.
This Lu Xiangleng from Baiyue Valley is quite an important figure.