With the sound of horses' hooves, the leader of the knight, dressed in a moon-white peony embroidered robe, with a long sword on his waist, and with a dozen followers, came from afar with a bang, raising dust in the sky.
An old man was squatting on the side of the road selling vegetables, and when he heard the roar of the horse's hooves, he planned to pack up the vegetable stall to avoid, but the white knight's horse was extremely fast, and he was in front of him in an instant. Seeing that the horse's hoof was about to step on his aged body, everyone around him exclaimed in surprise. Suddenly, a white light flashed, and Mu Xiyuan rushed to the edge of the road, pulling the old man away.
The leading horse was startled and stood up with a long neigh.
The rider on the horse hurriedly tightened the reins, tightly clinging to the horse's neck, and after a few struggles, he was barely able to make the horse stand, and he almost fell to the ground.
The riders in white behind them hurriedly slowed down and stopped, shouting and cursing at the old man and Mu Xiyun.
The old man stood tremblingly on the ground, looking at the vegetable basket that was kicked away and wanted to cry without tears. Mu Xiyun pulled the old man with kind words to comfort him.
Several entourages saw that one was a trembling old man, and the other was a soft and thin young man. The two of them did not intend to resist at all, and they were even more arrogant.
The leading young man managed to stabilize his horse and looked at the two with a violent face, but was slightly taken aback.
Beside the distressed old man, the young man in white lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, but in the sun, his dark hair and beautiful silhouette made him lose his mind for a moment, and he just wanted to lift his delicate chin and take a look. What a stunning.
For a time, the color of the heart suddenly rose. He waved his sleeves, turned over and dismounted from the horse, and reached out his hand to stroke Mu Xiyun's side face.
He didn't see how the other party dodged, and the young man in white grabbed the empty hand with one hand. Then, he only felt a force pushing him in the direction of the action. This force was very precise, just when his front force was exhausted and his force was not generated. He only felt a numbness in his right arm, and his body involuntarily threw forward, and then his knees softened, and he knelt down.
This set of actions seems to be intentional. It's just that this kneeling was solid, like a child greeting the New Year, and his knees slammed into the hard official road with a "pop".
The entourage behind him were dumbfounded for a while.
Mu Xiyun turned to the side, avoiding the other party's big gift, and looked up at the other side of the official road. Gu Qingqiao threw a few small stones in his hand and leaned against the big tree opposite with a sneer on his face.
Mu Xiyun shook his head and chuckled, took out a few taels of silver and handed it to the old man, leading him away. I didn't even look at the white knight from the beginning to the end.
The onlookers talked a lot: "Who is that? Look at the clothes on him, is it the young master of Baihuagu?"
"You don't know, that is Luo Zifeng, the young master of the second room of Baihua Valley. I heard that his mother is the valley owner's favorite concubine, and she has been arrogant since she was a child!"
"What is he doing on his knees, is that old man some kind of big man?"
"What kind of big man is the old man who sells vegetables in the west of the village. Who knows what the madness of this young master is. He stepped on other people's vegetable stalls, and he was guilty of kneeling and begging for forgiveness?"
The knelt rider blushed, but there seemed to be a heavy burden on his back, and he couldn't get up at all.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt his body loosen, and immediately stood up sideways, his numb legs didn't obey him, he stumbled, and almost fell to the ground again.
The entourage hurried to help, Luo Zifeng looked back for a while, but couldn't see who was plotting against him. He spat fiercely, pushed the entourage who came to help him vigorously, got on the horse cursing, and strode away in the direction of the Valley of Flowers.
On the path to the array, Mu Xiyun stopped his horse some distance behind the others, and watched Gu Qingqiao galloping from behind. When he got to his side, he reached out and wiped the sweat on his face and said, "Can you do it? That kind of playboy, just teach him a few lessons."
"Let him make a fool of himself in front of everyone, and the impression will be deep!" Gu Qingqiao squeezed his hand with a smile, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
Mu Xiyun hurriedly retracted her hand, looked back at her companion in the distance, and followed him without saying a word.
Gu Qingqiao looked at his red ears and caught up with a smile.
After half a day, they reached the boundary of Baihua Mountain.
Baihua Mountain is a section of Qingmu Mountain with valleys in it. The valley is surrounded by mountains, and originally there were no roads in or out. Because it is just above a shallow spiritual vein, the spiritual energy in the valley is overwhelming. The abundant natural spiritual energy nourishes flowers, plants and living beings. The valley is full of flowers throughout the four seasons, and all kinds of herbs and elixir emerge in an endless stream. Even the birds and animals in the valley are mostly clever and intelligent, and they are quite human.
Luo Sheng, the ancestor of Baihua Valley, was originally a nearby herb collector. He stumbled upon this beautiful valley while collecting herbs, and he often climbed the mountain to collect herbs and sell them.
Later, I don't know what adventure, Luo Sheng worshipped into Xianmen and became a cultivator. The teacher did not give him much help, but only led him into the gate of Xiu Xian, and he did not make any achievements. When he left the teacher at the age of 30, he was only in the realm of golden elixir. Later, Luo Sheng returned to Baihua Mountain and spent 20 years in the valley. With the abundant spiritual energy in the valley and his own diligence, he finally broke through and became a great master.
From then on, Luo Sheng settled down in Baihua Mountain and built Baihua Villa with the efforts of two generations. In addition to accepting apprentices and practicing, he still makes a living by collecting and making medicines. Later, after several generations of management, the disciples and businesses of Baihua Villa were widely distributed in the Central Plains, and the name of the sect was changed from Baihua Villa to Baihua Valley, and the entire Baihua Valley was vaguely owned.
When Moyun Mountain took the lead in building the spiritual formation, Baihua Mountain was in a perfect location, but Luo Jinan, the owner of Baihua Valley, was reluctant to give up the land in the valley. Zheng Genran personally went to the door to negotiate, not knowing what he promised him, and then reached a settlement. On the east side of Baihua Valley, a magic circle was built.
In order to prevent outsiders from interfering with the daily order of Baihua Valley, Luo Jinan sent people to assist other sects, and built a passage up and down the mountain on the mountain next to the formation. Mountain trail in the valley.
Because of Baihuagu's domineering, there are far fewer people who come to practice here than other magic circles. Baihuagu is happy and quiet, and it is still the style of a local hegemon.
"Brother Su," Qin Le asked, "Is Baihua Mountain really that difficult to walk? After so many years, no one has found another path through the mountain? No matter how bad it is, there will always be paths for those who collect herbs to climb the mountain, why? Will Baihua Valley be so domineering and monopolize the spiritual energy of the valley?"
Although Su Yanjun is also not used to the domineering and arrogance of Baihuagu, the cultivation opportunities provided by the five magic circles are still enough. Just one eye.
From this, he replied to Qin Le with a smile: "Baihua Mountain is steep and steep, you will understand when you see it."
Qin Le was puzzled, so he closed his mouth and patted his little donkey, hoping to arrive sooner.
Ahead is a gentle hill. Flowers began to appear on the edge of the mound. At first, they were dotted in the grass. As they continued to move forward, the flowers became more and more numerous. After a stick of incense, the flower fields by the road have been connected into a vast world.
For a time, the eyes were filled with various colors, bright red, bright yellow, pink and purple, and the bright flowers fluttered in the wind, blooming so lively and dazzling.
After finally wading through this sea of colors, the faint fragrance in the air became richer. An unknown white flower bowed its head shyly, but quietly released a sweet fragrance. The ability to attract bees and butterflies is not as small as the previous flowers.
"Ahhh, Ah~~hh!" Qin Le sneezed several times, dizzy. The tip of his nose was flushed red by his rubbing, and all the snot and tears flowed out. After several struggles, Qin Le waved his hand to put a small defensive barrier on himself. The enchantment wrapped his head in it like a big blister, which made him feel a little more awake.
Gu Qingqiao was holding a thin rattan in his hand, and he didn't know which flower plant it came from. After a while, he raised his head and looked at everyone. Seeing that everyone was drowsy by the sweet and greasy fragrance of the flower field, he quietly drove his horse to be side by side with Mu Xiyuan.
Mu Xiyun's eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist. When he retracted his hand in surprise, there was a small ring made of flower rattan on his wrist.
The stems of ordinary flowers and plants are green, but this unknown flower is very different, with a hint of red on the green stem. The vines are carefully woven into a bunch, like a red thread intertwined, intricately and endlessly. A small pink-purple flower poked its head out of the vine tremblingly, and on Mu Xiyun's white wrist, it was even more delicate.
Mu Xiyuan raised her eyes to look at Gu Qingqiao, only to see the other party's eyes shining brightly and smiling brightly, with a hint of childish smugness. He lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, stroked his wrist, and hid his hand in his sleeve.
After walking through the flower fields, they reached the top of this hill. Before everyone woke up from the strong fragrance of flowers, they heard Qin Le exclaim.
The scenery in front of him is breathtaking, and all of Qin Le's previous questions have been answered. And the answer was so shocking that Qin Le opened his mouth in shock and couldn't believe his eyes for a while.
In front of the hill is a vast plain, and at the end of the plain, there is a huge "flower".
It was a cliff. Although it is not accurate, everyone can only use the word "cliff" to describe it.
The mountain is extremely high, from the foot of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, the mountain wall goes straight up and down, as steep as a knife, and goes straight into the clouds.
The stone walls are so smooth that the trees cannot grow at all. However, there are still sporadic rattan in the crevices, as if it is a decoration that can't bear to make the cliff too monotonous.
In this section, people with certain skills can climb up by using the rattan, and even use sharp tools to chisel the wall. But above the clouds on the mountainside, the mountain is like a huge morning glory, strangely bending outwards.
If a person climbs here, he can only hang under the stone wall and move forward, and the ropes and blades cannot support it. A thin waterfall hangs straight from the edge of the petals of the morning glory. From a distance, it looks like a thin silk that is falling down. When it falls halfway, it becomes a flickering spot of light, which is scattered by the wind and merges into the clouds.
The humid air made the stone walls more slippery. I really don't know how Luo Sheng entered the mountain back then.
"This..." Qin Le was speechless, all the previous speculations were dwarfed in front of this incredible cliff. He was dumbfounded and said, "Why is this mountain so strange?"
Mu Xiyuan also looked at the cliff in a trance, thought for a moment and hesitated, "This mountain looks like a raindrop hitting a puddle, but it solidified at the moment when the ripples were stirred."
Everyone looked at the mountain and felt that it really made sense.
Qin Le struggled a little unwillingly: "It's impossible to turn over, Yujian can always go over, right?"
Su Yanjun held back his smile, patted his shoulder and said, "There is a balance between heaven and earth. The spiritual energy in this valley is too strong, but the mountains and rocks are like a barrier for some reason. It is extremely difficult to control the sword."
"Haha," Gu Qingqiao laughed loudly: "Also, the monks who can control the sword must be above the golden core. Instead of risking the sword here, it is better to go to other magic formations to practice, at least without looking at Baihuagu."
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Qingqiao: Ah Yun received my flowers, so happy!