The ship performed the magic trick and berthed very quickly, and it arrived at Yangzhou port early the next morning. Immortal envoys have already responded to the port, and several horses have been stationed.
Everyone had breakfast at the pier, and the feathermen did not need to eat, so they sat by the ferry and closed their eyes to rest. At this time, it was just dawn, and there were not many merchants and pedestrians, but the boatmen were already up and gathered together in groups of three or five to drink porridge and eat steamed buns, and from time to time to inquire about them with curious eyes.
The sturdy men in short brown coats sipped porridge and rice, and the sound of discussions sporadically drifted into the ears of the ink burning.
"Hey, I know their clothes. They are people from the lower world."
"The lower world is so far away, and you don't often communicate with our sects here, how do you know?"
"Look at the coat of arms on their wrist armor. Is it exactly the same as the one on Yeyoushen?"
"What kind of exorcism wooden armor are you talking about?" Someone glanced at Xue Meng's cuffs, biting the pickles, and exclaimed, "Oh, it's really true. Who made the night wandering god? ?"
"I heard that it was made by the elder Yuheng at the top of the dead."
"Who is this elder Yuheng? Is he as powerful as our Gu Yueyue's head Jiang?"
"Hey, then I don't know, who can tell about the immortal cultivator?"
The boatmen spoke Su Yinzhong, and they couldn't understand the ink burning, but Chu nightning could understand what these people were talking about. He knew that the night wandering gods he had made had been successfully sold to the people, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. So I thought about making more portable and easy-to-use wooden cows and horses to do good deeds after I go back.
It was too early, and the group of people rushed to the front of Jiuhua Mountain in less than two hours. At this time, it was still early, and the winter sun was just hanging high, and the golden light was like a silk yarn brushing off, soaking the peaks with snow-colored crystals, Huaguang. Glittering. Hundreds of ancient cypresses and pine trees stand in frost on the foothills of the peak, like a great hermit, with their sleeves and eyes down, standing quietly on both sides of the mountain road.
The peak of Jiuhua Peak is called "non-human world" by ordinary people, but it is not a false statement.
Feathermen whistled three times at the foot of the mountain, and a golden sparrow with beautiful feathers flew down from the snow-capped foothills. Everyone followed the guidance of Jinque, all the way to the west, and came to a curtain of turbulent waterfalls.
"Immortals, please step back first."
The Feathermen at the head stood first, twisting flowers with five fingers, and silently chanting a spell. Suddenly, she gathered her red lips and let out a light breath in the wind. A fire dragon flew out of the sky and struck straight at the waterfall, dividing the water curtain in half!
Yumin looked back sweetly and smiled slightly: "I sincerely invite you all to move to Peach Blossom Spring."
They followed Feathermen through the water curtain, and after passing through the barrier, their eyes suddenly opened up. They saw the vast expanse here, and it seemed to be another thousand meters of soft red. Peach Blossom Spring is a cave that has nothing to do with the realm of self-cultivation. Although it is not comparable to the real world of immortality, it cannot be compared with the realm of the gods, but it is full of spiritual energy. The landscapes in the source are like freehand ink painting, and the colors are elegant and faint. After walking for a while, I found that there are indefinite changes in the four seasons.
A group of people led the way by the feathermen and crossed the wilderness first, only to see the river rushing and the sound of monkeys on both sides. Going to the outskirts of the city again, I saw the vertical and horizontal fields, and the fields were blowing wheat. Finally, in the city, the pavilion is neat and tidy, and the eaves and teeth are high.
The main city of Peach Blossom is magnificent and beautiful. Its city is huge and its equipment is neat. It has nothing to do with the prosperous cities in the world. It is just that flowers and snow dance in the air, and blue birds and cranes fly together. In the past, the feathered people were all handsome , Wu Dai is the wind, like a peerless fairy who walked down from the painting.
However, although Xue Meng and his party saw such a beautiful scene, they were quite fresh, but because they had seen the strange scene of Jin Chengchi, they would not make too much fuss.
At a fork in the road, I saw a feathered man wearing a golden phoenix embroidered on a white background standing beside the towering giant tree. The flame pattern on her forehead was deeper than others, which meant that her mana was far ahead of other feathers. above the people.
The immortal envoy who led the way brought everyone to her, and then bowed his knees and bowed, saying: "Great Immortal Lord, the four Immortal Monarchs at the top of death and life have arrived."
"It's hard work, you quit."
"Yes."
The beautifully dressed Featherman smiled slightly, and his voice was as moving as a young phoenix cry.
"My name is Eighteen, I am favored by my family's immortals, and I live in the high position of the Great Immortal Lord of Peach Blossom Garden. Everyone is willing to show their faces and come to the poor family to practice. , don't hesitate to speak out."
She looks so amazing and speaks politely, which is really very popular.
Although Xue Meng doesn't love a man's appearance more than himself, but he is the age of knowing Mu Shaoai, and naturally he doesn't hate beautiful and picturesque women, so he smiled and said: "Immortal Lord is polite, but the name Eighteen is really weird, I don't know. Immortal Lord's surname?"
Eighteen said gently: "I have no surname, so I will be called Eighteen."
The ink burned and laughed: "You are called Eighteen, is that someone called Seventeen?"
He was originally a joke, but when Eighteen heard it, he couldn't help smiling: "Xianjun is smart, Seventeen is my sister."
Ink burning: "..."
Eighteen explained: "Our feathermen were born from the down feathers dropped by the god of the Vermillion Bird. When the cultivation level is shallow, it is often in the shape of a crested ibis. The earliest transformation was my family's Shangxian, and the rest of the feathermen were named in the order of transformation. One, two... I'm the eighteenth, so I'm called Eighteen."
"… "
Mo Ran couldn't help but be speechless after hearing it. He thought that Xue Zhengyi's name was bad enough. He didn't expect that there was a worse one, and he just played and counted.
But then, Shiba said something that made him even more thunderous.
"Let's talk about the real business first. When the immortals first came here, they still don't know the cultivation rules of Taohuayuan." Eighteen Dao, "Most of the cultivation in the mortal world has been divided into sects for hundreds of years. But it is different here. We Feathermen The division of labor has always been clear, there are three types of people who specialize in 'defense', those who specialize in 'attack', and those who specialize in 'healing'. Your cultivation will also be conducted according to these three types."
The ink burned and smiled: "This is good."
Shiba nodded to him: "Thank you Xiaoxianjun for agreeing. You need to know that the monks from Gu Yueye also came a few days ago, but they frowned when they heard this kind of training method."
The ink burned strangely: "The defender returns to the defender, the attack returns to the attack, the healing returns to the healing, this is concise and clear, isn't it very good? What are their dissatisfactions?"
Eighteen Dao: "It's like this, there is a Duan Gongzi in Gu Yueye who belongs to the 'Guardian' and needs to live with the immortals who belong to the same family, and his senior sister belongs to the 'attack', and he must be attacked with the same immortal. We practice together and live together. Although I don’t quite understand the emotions of mortals, I can see that the young master is not willing to be separated from his righteous sister.”
"Haha, what's the matter - wait, what are you talking about!" Mo Ran laughed half, suddenly reacted, and opened his eyes suddenly, "People with different attributes must not only practice separately, but also live separately?"
Shiba didn't know why he suddenly changed his face, and said blankly, "Yes."
The ink burned face is green: "..."
What are you kidding
After half an hour, Mo Ran, who failed to bargain with Shiba, stood blankly in a bright and spacious courtyard, and fell into a long silence.
He, Xue Meng, and Xia Sini, all three of them were attacked, and were divided into the east of Taohuayuan. The so-called east side does not refer to a small area, but is dedicated to the living quarters of the "attacking" immortals. There are more than 20 courtyards in such a four-person courtyard alone, as well as mountains, lakes, and lanes. The Mojie Market was built very much like the mortal world, probably because they knew that they would live here for a long time, and they talked about their homesickness.
And the teacher, because it belongs to "healing", went to the southern part of Taoyuan, which is far away from their residence, and there is a barrier in the middle, which can only be passed by the token. This means that although Mo Ran is in the Taoyuan with the teacher, he has no chance to meet each other except for the Feathermen's entry method that the three major attributes of the immortals practice together every day.
It's not the worst.
Mo Ran suddenly raised his eyes, looking at Xue Meng who was going back and forth in the yard through the dense eyelashes curtain, obviously planning to choose the most comfortable place for himself, Xue Meng couldn't help but his forehead suddenly jumped.
Xue Meng…
Yes, damn, from now on, he must live in the same yard with Xue Meng every day! The eight bitter loves of life are separated, and the resentment will meet. For a while in the future, he may feel very thoroughly...
Feathermen have chosen from the upper cultivation world to the lower cultivation world, and the turn of death and life is coming to an end. Therefore, people from other sects came earlier than them, and Xue Meng soon discovered that in the courtyard where they lived, there was a hut that already had an owner.
"Strange, I don't know who has lived here?" Xue Meng said while glancing at the drying mattress in the courtyard.
The ink burned: "No matter who it is, it should not be a person who cares about everything."
"How do you say that?"
The ink burned: "I ask you, which room did you choose to live in?"
Xue Meng looked very alert: "What are you going to do? I have been optimistic. The one sitting in the north and south is mine. If you want to rob me, I will..."
Before he had time to figure it out, Mo Ran interrupted him with a smile: "I don't like a room that is too big, and I don't want to fight with you. But I want to ask you, if this room is still empty-" He Saying that, he clicked on the hut that someone had already moved into, and then asked, "Would you like to change with him?"
Xue Meng first looked at the plain thatched cottage, and then glared at the ink burning: "Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I won't change it."
The ink burned and said with a smile: "So I said that the person is a person who doesn't care about everything. You see, when he came, the four rooms here were empty, but he didn't choose the best, only a low hut. If a person is not a fool, he is a humble gentleman."
"… "
This analysis is not bad at all, but Xue Meng feels like he has been stabbed with a knife in the ink burning smile. People are gentlemen, and they can't live in a good house, and if they want to sleep in a thatched hut, aren't they a stinky person and a cheapskate
But the ink burned and didn't mention Xue Meng at all, and he couldn't scold Xue Gongzi, and he couldn't bear it, and his face rose to red for a while.
"Anyway... I'm used to it." Xue Meng sighed and said calmly, "I just can't live in a broken place. Whoever wants to be this gentleman should go. I don't care."
After speaking, he left suddenly.
So in this courtyard, four very different houses have owners.
Xue Meng chose the Jingshe on the north side, with pink walls and black tiles, and the door lintel painted with gold, which is the most transparent and luxurious one. Mo Ran chose the stone-built hut on the west side, and a peach tree was planted at the door, which was blooming warmly. Chu nightning asked for a bamboo building in the east. The sun sets in the west, and the warm green bamboo is like emerald jade radiating brilliance.
On the south side, the shabby hut lived in the "gentleman" who had never met before.
Chu nightning's typhoid fever has not healed, and he is very dizzy. Went into the bamboo building early to rest. Xue Meng stayed with him for a while, but this little junior brother didn't know how to act coquettishly, and he didn't like to listen to stories. He only wrapped himself into a small scorpion and kept his head to sleep. Xue Meng sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and it was boring, so he patted it. Ass is gone.
In the yard, Mo Ran took a chair and came out. He was leaning his legs and resting his arms behind his head, leisurely watching the golden crow sink and the afterglow peeling off.
Seeing Xue Meng coming out, he asked, "Junior Brother Xia slept?"
"Um."
"Has the fever subsided?"
"You have to care about him, just go in and see for yourself."
The ink burned and laughed: "I'm afraid the little guy didn't fall asleep and woke him up clumsily."
Xue Mengyi glanced at him and said: "It's rare for you to have some self-knowledge. I thought you would only be like my mother's cats and dogs, enjoying the shade in the yard and being lazy."
"Haha, how do you know I'm just being lazy?" Mo Ran played with a peach blossom between his fingers, raised his eyes and smiled, "I was sitting in the yard for a while, but I found a shocking secret. ."
Xue Mengxian didn't want to ask, but was curious. After holding back for a long time, he still sullen his face, sorted out a look that he didn't care about, and muttered: "...What big secret?"
Mo Ran beckoned to him and narrowed his eyes: "You come over, I will whisper to you."
"..." Xue Meng was reluctant, and he put his ears in the past. The ink burned close, and whispered: "Hey, be fooled, silly and cute."
Xue Meng's eyes widened suddenly, and he was furious. He slapped the ink-burning clothes: "You lied to me? Are you naive?!"
The ink burned and said: "Where did I lie to you, I really found a secret, but I really don't want to tell you."
Xue Meng frowned: "If I believe you again, I will be a fool!"
The two birds pecking the dog and gnawing the bird are making a noise, and the ink is about to say something to make the other party more angry, but suddenly heard a strange voice behind him, a little puzzled "Huh?" , and then said, "Are you two new fellow practitioners?"
This person's voice is clear and clear, more moist than the voice of ordinary young people.
Mo Ran and Xue Meng looked back together, and saw a man dressed in strong suits standing in the wind in the blood of the setting sun.
The man was born with deep facial features, dark eyebrows, a black jade crown, and a honey-colored face that was handsome and energetic. Although he is not tall and burly, his body is extremely tall and straight, even better than the pines and cypresses. Especially the pair of long legs, which were properly wrapped in black trousers, looked narrow and powerful, straight and heroic.
The look of the burning ink changed instantly, and the blood and sins of the world seemed to flash in front of him.
He seemed to see a figure kneeling in the blood and rain, the pipa bone was pierced, and the flesh on half of his face was torn off, but he would rather die than surrender, and refused to surrender.
My heart trembled, like a drop of clear and crystal dew falling on the leaves, and the ink burned could not tell what it was like.
If there was someone he admired in his previous life, then the one in front of him must be one of them.
It turned out that the gentleman Rufeng who was going to live with them... was it actually him...
The author has something to say:
The school has started, and the children of Mo feed fish came to Jiuhuashan Birdman University and stayed in the happy quadruple dormitory~
Ink burning: Mud howl! I am Mo Weiyu from Xiangtan, Hunan! I majored in philosophy! Please advise!
Chu nightning: Chu nightning, I'm from Lin'an. The pile of clothes and socks that I lost on the balcony of the bedroom are all mine. I will throw them all in the washing machine at night, but I won't cover the quilt. Thank you.
Ink burning: ......
Xue Meng: Xue Ziming, Sichuan, don't mess with me, my father has the economic lifeline of the entire lower world. If any of you bully me, my father can stop all the stocks in your parents' hands, including Maotai.
Ink burning: ......
at this time-
The bedroom door is open! The dormitory that went to do laundry and wash mosquito nets is back! !
So, is he Mei Hanxue in the supporting role column, or Ye Wangxi? This is a sub-question 2333333