The Vermillion Bird Pagoda is located on a cliff, facing a thousand-zhang abyss, descending from a height, there is a deep pool of hundreds of hectares, nearly black, quiet like ink jade.
Suzaku, born in the south under the fire, is the head of all birds.
It sounds like it should be a pagoda of the glory instrument, but when I got closer, I realized that it was just a small building. Because the south is humid and hot all the year round, the outer wall has been covered with mottled moss, and a little cinnabar is scattered on the top of the tower. It seems like a handful of dim ash after the vanity has faded away, floating on the Jedi, Zhuo Ran is alone.
Outside the Suzaku Pagoda is a circle of courtyard walls that have fallen in half.
Two or three miles away from here, it is completely uninhabited.
Yan Zhengming's news was a little late. At this time, there were still three days until August 15th. They wanted to avoid the crowd. Who knew that when they got to the place, they were already crowded around the Vermillion Bird Pagoda.
It's just that no one can get close to this large group of monks, because the tower is surrounded by a fiery tyrannical atmosphere, as if an invisible beast is swaying it, spraying flames that others can't see all the time, rolling around, who dares to dare. Step in, and lick whoever's face is sparkling.
The monks gathered three miles away from the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and the place was surrounded by water.
They are all looking forward to the chance that there will be some rare treasures in it.
Some family members brought magic weapons and rested in them. The paupers were all over the sky, and it was as lively as a folk fair for a while. There were also some clever local people who brought some peasant food to sell to those monks who had not yet been able to inediate. - It's just that the folk customs here are simple, the people are generally not as diligent as the people near the East China Sea, and the merchants have not formed a scale.
Li Yun turned around and suggested: "Senior brother, since there are so many people here, I don't think it's useless for us to worry, let's rest for a night, you have just crossed the frontier realm, and you need to consolidate. , I'm also going to study how to make the little sister come back, she's more a bird than a person to attract bees and butterflies."
Yan Zhengming responded, took it out of his arms, and took out a stone the size of a pigeon egg. At first glance, it looked like a big ring face set on a wrench, but there was a lifelike courtyard inside.
He saw that the small stone was getting bigger and bigger in his hand, the bigger it was, the more transparent it became. Finally, a living courtyard was formed, and several people were gathered in it and separated from the surrounding - there was actually a small world in the small stone.
There are rockery and bonsai in the yard, several small houses are in a circle, and there is a coquettish and chic small swing in the middle.
When people are in it, they suddenly feel that the heat around them has been cleaned up, and they are so refreshing. As soon as this magic weapon is shot, it immediately attracts a stunned look around.
"Shijiazi," Li Yun paced a few steps, reached out and touched the delicate swing frame, and sighed with shaking his head, "Young Master Lai Qian, you have been running the black stuff all these years, but you have hidden a lot of good things secretly. ."
Yan Zhengming choked: "Is it possible to count on you to support your family? Then we will starve to death without fasting."
Then, his eyes swept out of Shi Jingzi, probably because the sword intent of "going forward" was still on his body, Yan Zhengming's eyes were like a knife, and he immediately swept away the prying eyes around him.
Back then, on Qinglong Island in the East China Sea, he was ignorant and liked to enjoy himself. So much humiliation.
If it is now, even if he is on a gold boat and silver boat, who would dare to say anything in person
But Yan Zhengming didn't feel proud, just a little sad in his heart.
Since ancient times, people's hearts have been vicious and sinful - with his current affairs, he is probably only worthy of blatant luxury among this group of people once, but it is not enough to break the mountain closure order.
However, even after reaching this point, he already felt exhausted, perhaps because he was incompetent.
In this world, the most hurtful thing is the word "powerlessness". Yan Zhengming feels that he has been wearing these words for many years, and he is about to become a crown. Fortunately, he is a bit more generous than others, otherwise he would have been crushed. down.
Could it be that when the master handed over the head seal to him back then, he was interested in this little benefit
Thinking of this, Yan Zhengming thought about it with some self-deprecation.
"Let's rest here first," Yan Zhengming said, turning his head to glance at Cheng Qian, "Is it much cooler here?"
Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and was speechless for a while. His body was forged from the ice pool. Of course, he was afraid of heat, but his physique was special, and he did not sweat on his body. Actually always remembered.
Seeing that he didn't know how to react, Yan Zhengming couldn't help sighing secretly, raised his hand and pressed Cheng Qian's neck, and said, "Come here to protect me, I want to consolidate my realm."
For a sword cultivator, "going out" is not only a rise to a new realm, it is more like opening up a new world. Yan Zhengming carefully realized it, and it took a long time to wake up from the meditation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Cheng Cheng. The potential really did his duty to the side.
Even Li Yun and Shuikeng were there—but these two were about to fall asleep.
Yan Zhengming coughed lightly: "What are you doing with me?"
Li Yun was woken up by his voice, and the sleepiness on his face had not dissipated. He had already blurted out: "Senior brother, what does it feel like to enter the 'out of the front' state?"
Not only him, but a few of them are actually very curious - if it wasn't for a serious sword cultivator, no matter how powerful he was, he wouldn't be able to enter the realm of "forward". Such a person who entered the Dao with a sword.
Even Cheng Qian sat up straight.
Yan Zhengming pondered for a long time before he answered cautiously: "The sky is the big earth."
These words were very big and turned into words. It was almost the same as what they didn't say. Only Cheng Qian, who had practiced Ocean Tide Sword, heard it and understood a little bit, and it seemed that he had understood.
Yan Zhengming caught a glimpse of his thoughtful appearance from the corner of his light, so he smiled bitterly, and swallowed his next sentence back - behind bars.
There is a vast world outside, and I am alone in prison.
This is how he feels in the state of "going ahead".
And the next realm of "going out" is just "going into the sheath".
Unlike other Daoists, Jianxiu rarely has epiphany. The more he is suppressed, the more he will rebound. Yan Zhengming was suppressed by the ancient real dragon soul at that time, and he was stimulated by Cheng Qian's unintentional words. Out of this out of the sword.
Jianxiu roams Kyushu, but rarely reaches the top, because this road is really difficult to walk.
At this moment, Cheng Qian suddenly felt something, he stood up abruptly, reached the door in a flash, opened the door, and saw an old man with a hunched back and a hunched waist at the door of Shi Jiazi, holding a lantern swaying in the wind in his hand. He didn't make a sound, just waited there silently.
This old man doesn't look like a monk. When the monks are about to blow out the lamp and pull out the wax, they also show the appearance of the five declines of heaven and human beings, but they rarely get old enough to have such a sense of reality. Not like a mortal.
The old man's height was only enough to reach Cheng Qian's chest. When he saw the door open, he slowly raised his head to Cheng Qian, only to see the eyes of the old man's face were so cloudy that they looked like a blind man, but they looked like two rust-smelling eyes. awl.
He looked at Cheng Qian up and down, the corners of his lips moved, and he said in a low voice, "Young man, there are only seven thunder tribulations, three disasters and nine disasters, but nothing more."
There was silence all around, and no one talked about the immortality of the old man who ran to the door to mourning—because the old man walked out of the Vermilion Bird Pagoda one step at a time in front of everyone's eyes.
Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly: "Old man, you"
The old man didn't look at him anymore, he walked past him, his footsteps dragged as if there was something wrong, he walked in front of Yan Zhengming, and said solemnly: "Please come with me, my master has something to leave behind. ."
Before Yan Zhengming could answer, the old man had turned around and walked out on his own, as if he was certain that he would follow.
Yan Zhengming hurriedly gestured to Li Yun, and he had already caught up. The puddle learned the lesson of "attracting bees and butterflies" before, swayed between Cheng Qian and Li Yun, and made a decisive choice - get in He lifted Cheng Qian's sleeve, leaving Li Yun behind to clean up the stone mustard seeds like an old mother.
A few people followed the old man who came out of the Suzaku Pagoda under the eyes of everyone, who were either envious, resentful, or puzzled. No one dared to say a word. The Suzaku Pagoda opened every year, and it has been open for a hundred years. What good things are about to be taken by people. The great masters cherish feathers and don't come to pick up leftovers. At this time, most of the people who come here to try their luck are not very good, and no one dares to provoke them.
The tumbling heat waves around the Vermillion Bird Pagoda seemed to divide the sea with the old man's footsteps, creating a gap for people to pass through. At this moment, a particularly vicious gaze stabbed straight behind him, Cheng Qian turned his head abruptly, glanced around in the distance among the people in the distance, and finally saw the playful driver they had taught before.
"It's just a little person who hasn't condensed yet." Cheng Qian thought so, and withdrew his gaze.
But I don't know if it's because it's too hot around the Suzaku Tower, he always seems to be a little distracted, as if something is going to happen somewhere.
After a long while, they followed the walking old man to the foot of the Vermilion Bird Pagoda. There were several rusty bells hanging on the dilapidated door. It seemed that they knew someone was coming. They swayed slightly and made a dull sound. Pushing open the door, he whispered, "Come in."
Yan Zhengming said: "Senior, we didn't come here for the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, but when my master closed the mountain, he left a lock. There is a secret phrase in it that Senior Xu kept, and we came here to get it back."
As if the old man didn't hear him, he interrupted him: "Come in."
The Suzaku Pagoda was dark, Yan Zhengming frowned and took the lead to lift the hem of his clothes and walked in. The heat wave was rolling outside, but the inside was cold and damp. The contrast between the two sides was obvious.
The old man panted and turned on the lights in the tower one by one, and the ground smelled of soil. There were no windows around, and it was dark and a little depressing.
Cheng Qian is a spiritual body sculpting, some treasures of heaven and earth, he may not have heard of it, but he is very sensitive to the spiritual and evil spirits contained in it, but he swept his eyes and found that this place is not like the legend of outsiders. , There are so many treasures, all of them are just four walls.
The old man led them through the narrow stairs until they reached the top of the tower. There was a stone statue of a man. The carving was fine and lifelike. It was a thin man with distinct eyebrows and eyes. There was about a finger in the middle. Slightly and slightly picked, it seems that there are some boys and girls.
The old man respectfully bowed to the stone statue and said, "Master, the guests are here."
This stone statue turned out to be the owner of this room, Xu Yingzhi.
Yan Zhengming quickly realized that he was asking for others, and quickly showed his most humble and courteous side, pretending to be imposing, standing not far behind the old man, and also salute the junior: "I disturb the senior. "
The old man glanced at him. Although he didn't show anything, he was probably satisfied. He gropingly put incense on the stone statue, then took out a simple wooden box from the back of the incense case, held it in front of Yan Zhengming, and said: "The old slave is the tower spirit of the Suzaku Pagoda. It depends on the master's true energy to live. After the master passed away for many years, the Suzaku Pagoda's anger is about to dissipate. not worried."
Yan Zhengming opened the wooden box and found three ancient copper coins inside.
He was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the Taring in a puzzled way.
Old Taring didn't explain much, just waved his hand and said, "It's yours."
It turned and turned into a cloud of blue smoke, which sank into the blue lamp on top of the stone statue's head.
Yan Zhengming didn't know what the mystery was in these three ancient coins, so he didn't dare to touch it rashly. He was about to turn back to consult Li Yun, who was known as "all-knowing". The blue lights flickered on and off, and countless undulating black shadows rustled up from all directions. A pale hand suddenly broke the protective formation on the Vermillion Bird Pagoda and grabbed it straight towards Yan Zhengming.
Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "Are you courting death?"
Before that hand could reach his eyes, it had already been cut off by the sword qi emanating from his whole body, and flew out from his wrist, but no blood was spilled. Only a cloud of black qi came out, scattered everywhere into countless pitch-black snakes. He stared at the few people in the middle.
The man with the broken hand walked out of the darkness step by step. It was the dandy he had met before. He was surrounded by a strange black energy, with a stiff and strange smile on his face, but he was not talking about people. words, but a "hissing" sound.
The blue light on the stone statue flickered and went out, and Taring, who had just hid in, actually acted as a tortoise.
Cheng Qian asked in a low voice, "What is this?"
Li Yun shook his head solemnly, the monsters do possess possession, but this dude doesn't seem to be possessed, as if he came to be a demon cultivator.
But they only played each other during the day, that was impossible.
Cheng Qian glanced around and found that there were more and more black snakes, but they didn't move closer to the others, as if they were just staring at Yan Zhengming.
He abruptly pulled out the frost-blade sword, and Shuangyi rushed straight to the dude. At this moment, a hand suddenly twisted his shoulder from behind, Yan Zhengming pulled him aside, and the voice was in his throat: " dodge-"
Cheng Qian saw the looming traces of the demon in his eyebrows at a glance, and was suddenly shocked: "Wait, Master"
Yan Zhengming's whole person has turned into a sword wind, and the dandy was wrapped in the sword wind and flew out. The smile on his face became more and more strange, and the pure black eyes almost turned into a pair of abyss. The toes tapped around the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the unparalleled sword qi, and then was slashed from head to toe by Yan Zhengming's sword, the whole person split into two with a "poof", and the two halves of the body were soldiers. Divided into two paths, half of them fell to one side in a blur, twitched and died, while the other half dissipated into a thick black mist. Instead of dodging, they rushed towards Yan Zhengming.
The three copper coins in Yan Zhengming's hand rattled indiscriminately, and the black mist paused slightly. At this moment, Cheng Qian's sword had arrived, and the thick hoarfrost instantly formed an ice wall, isolating the black mist from the outside. .
The three copper coins were suddenly detached from the wooden box and fell into the seal of the head of Yan Zhengming's neck. Yan Zhengming's mind made a "buzz", and for a moment he felt that Yuan had been pulled from his body by some unstoppable force. Go out and enter the head seal.
All the complicated pictures flashed by, and with a "click" sound, Suzakuge opened wide in the lock, Yan Zhengming's eyes went black, and then opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange place, the stone statue came to life, holding three Copper coin, silently bowed his head and sat behind a stone table.
Yan Zhengming glanced in horror at the reflection of a bowl of tea on the table, and found that he seemed to be on the body of his master, Beimingjun again.
He wanted to cry, but he didn't know where his fate was with this rebellious master.
I saw that the atmosphere at both ends of the stone table was stagnant. A wooden sign was placed face down on the wooden table. The owner of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, Xu Yingzhi, reached out and turned it over. The words "Han Muchun" suddenly appeared on it.
Yan Zhengming only felt a shock in his heart. On the one hand, he was surprised to see the master's name here, and on the other hand, it seemed to come from the heart of Lord Beiming.
Then Xu Yingzhi opened his mouth and said, "Death."
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