As the state city closest to the extreme north, Quzhou is sparsely populated and there are not many towns.
Unlike other prefectures where there are large tracts of greenery, nor is it surrounded by white water like Cenzhou, in Quzhou, the overwhelming sandy yellow covers everything, and the dry soil is accompanied by exposed ridges, rushing straight into everyone's place. eye.
Barren, barren, desolate, desolate.
Walking in such a place, Luo Jianqing didn't have any intention to stop and rest. He and Xuan Lingzi quickly flew in the air, their figures turned into two streams of light, and they would not stop and adjust a little until they saw a populated town.
"There's still about a month before the end of the extreme northerly wind." Luo Jianqing said, "Master, let's take a little walk in Qizhou, stop in every town to have a look, and want to come and wait like this. By the time we reach the extreme north, the astral wind should have passed."
Xuan Lingzi nodded lightly: "Okay."
Ordinary mortals rarely live in a desolate and desolate place like Chizhou. The environment here is harsh and it is not easy to survive, and there are often some cultivators who come here to experience. Some monks are resting in Chizhou, preparing to enter the extreme north; while some monks simply practice in Chizhou.
Because, in the north of that Fuzhou, there is a love cliff.
It is rumored that 80,000 years ago, two top human beings fought a battle in Fuzhou. In that battle, the world changed color, ghosts cried and screamed, a mighty sword pointed at the sky, a mighty sword slashed the sky, and the battle was indistinguishable.
They have been fighting for ten years in a row, but they have not been able to decide a winner or loser. Until that day, one of the great powers suddenly broke through the realm and rose to immortality. Before leaving, he slashed down and killed the other great power, leaving an unfathomable ravine at the same time—
Love cliff.
On the edge of the cliff, the abyss, it seems to be a bottomless pit, and there is no possibility of coming out if the great power enters in the Mahayana period.
However, there has always been a saying in the cultivation world that danger always accompanies chance. Although Luo Jianqing didn't understand how the great power of the human race 80,000 years ago could have such a powerful power, but he knew that under this cliff of love, there was definitely a great opportunity. He doesn't know what this chance is, and it can be said that no one in the world knows what this chance is, but everyone thinks: there is a chance here!
Luo Jianqing and the two stayed in each remote small town for a day or two before continuing on their way.
The further north you go, the more prosperous it is, because many cultivators stay in Fuzhou just like them, just waiting for the wind to pass, and then they enter the extreme north to find opportunities. The cultivator who dares to come to the extreme north and the cliff to look for opportunities must not be ordinary people. Among them, the one with the lowest cultivation base is also in the early stage of Jindan, and the one with higher cultivation base is in the period of transcending tribulation!
This evening, Luo Jianqing came to another town. There are many cultivators in the town. They didn't react at all to the arrival of Luo Jianqing and the two. Only a few people looked at them vigilantly and touched the weapons beside them.
Luo Jianqing glanced at the few people lightly, and released a little coercion. Those people's expressions immediately changed, and they quickly got up and left.
Luo Jianqing raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "In a place like this, not to mention whether we will encounter the natural dangers of the extreme north, I think people's hearts are the most unpredictable. If we didn't use our cultivation base just now. Hold down those few people, I'm afraid they won't give us a good life in the future."
Although Xuan Lingzi has not been out of Taihua Mountain for a hundred years, he is not a complete greenhouse flower. He raised his eyes and glanced at the direction where the few people were leaving, and said indifferently: "When you go out to practice, you need to be vigilant of your fellow clan."
Luo Jianqing nodded: "I know, but with Master you here, should I still worry?"
Xuan Lingzi helplessly lowered his eyes to look at the apprentice beside him, and raised the corners of his lips calmly, with a kind of "Nei You Ruo" meaning.
The two quickly found an inn and stayed in the inn this evening.
Although this town is small, there are more than a dozen inns, but even so, each inn is almost full of people, Luo Jianqing searched for seven or eight before finding one with vacancies. It is one thing that the land of the extreme north is about to open, and the other is that the Love Cliff is very close in this town!
Standing by the window, Luo Jianqing reached out and pushed open the window.
After a "squeak" sound, the cool night wind blew from afar, mixed with the astringent smell of soil.
The moonlight was like a flower, and it shone softly on the light blue clothes of the youth, as if covered with a layer of silver gauze. Qing's pretty brows frowned slightly, and a complex look flashed across her picturesque face. Looking at the black shadow in the distance, Luo Jianqing pursed her lips silently, without saying a word.
Looking from here, the black shadow is like a beast, swallowing half of the sky.
It is towering and sharp, piercing the sky, and it looks ferocious in the dark, like a sudden bulge on the plain, full of countless dissonances and disproportions. But in fact, in this town, at least 90% of the people came for it.
It is the Love Cliff, and it is also the place where Luo Jianqing buried his bones in his previous life.
On the cliff that day, Luo Jianqing was forced to the end by hundreds of righteous monks. Looking back, it was an abyss, and looking forward, it was an angry righteous monk. After several days of chasing and killing, his spiritual power has long been exhausted. He is already at the end of the shot, but he still holds the sound-chasing sword tightly, and wants to gain a little hope of surviving.
Then, Li Xiuchen's words made him completely give up, he put down his resistance on the cliff of love, and endured a heart-piercing sword.
Luo Jianqing didn't know what the outcome of his death would be. Maybe he was taken away by the disciples of Mount Taihua headed by Li Xiuchen, or he was smashed to pieces by angry people of the righteous way, or maybe he fell into the abyss with no bones left. .
Looking at Duanqing Cliff in the distance, for some reason, Luo Jianqing felt a little chill in his heart. The bone-piercing cold spread from the heart to the whole body along the blood vessels. It was the coldness belonging to the Xuan Lingjian, freezing the blood all over his body, making him die in despair, and returning his entire life to…
"Getting clear."
A warm and gentle hug fell from behind, Xuan Lingzi wrapped around Luo Jianqing's waist and gently placed his hand on his waist.
In an instant, the cold in Luo Jianqing's body disappeared completely.
He turned his head to look at his master and smiled lowly: "Master, what happened to you today?"
There was a flash of blood red in Xuan Lingzi's eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, covering the strange moment, and said indifferently: "It's windy at night, close the window." The voice just fell, before Luo Jianqing In response, Xuan Lingzi raised his eyes, and the window slammed shut.
The Love Cliff disappeared in an instant.
Luo Jianqing looked back in a funny way and asked, "Do we go to Duanqing Cliff tomorrow to have a look, or go directly north?"
Xuan Lingzi asked, "Why are you going to Duanqing Cliff?"
Luo Jianqing was very free and easy, and said of course: "The biggest dangerous place in Qingzhou, we have all come here, don't you really want to take a look?" After a pause, Luo Jianqing said again: "I used to have I heard Yuqingzi's uncle say, "Master, you once went to the bottom of the Duoqing Cliff to practice when you were young."
Although the Love Cliff can prevent the monks in the Mahayana period from getting out, it is also divided into nine dangerous situations. The first eight dangerous situations have their own stay time. .
The first level is closest to the top of the cliff, the second level is ten miles down, and the third level is another twenty miles down... Up to the eighth level, it's already 640 miles down. However, the ninth level is just a concept, no one knows what the situation is, and those who have been there never come back.
The abyss is not just nonsense. Some great experts have speculated that the bottom of the cliff actually contains a small world, so it is possible to create such a vast space.
With Luo Jianqing's cultivation at the out-of-body stage, it is completely possible to enter the first five dangers, but the latter four are unlikely.
And Xuan Lingzi can enter the first eight layers unharmed. As for the ninth layer... there is also a latent crisis, and even he can't guarantee that he can really come out of it.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Lingzi said: "That was only a long time ago. Gradually, if you don't go to the ninth level, you will not gain much."
Luo Jianqing asked in surprise: "Isn't the harvest of the first eight important?"
Xuan Lingzi said: "For you, there is no temptation for the first eight levels, only the ninth level, and maybe there is a chance. But gradually clear, with your current cultivation level, you should not go there at all. There are not many opportunities, and tomorrow we will continue to set off to the extreme north."
Xuan Lingzi came to a conclusion so quickly, which made Luo Jianqing a little puzzled: "Master, we're just going to stop by the way..."
The hot kiss quickly sealed Luo Jianqing's next words.
Along the way, the two of them were very busy and often slept in the open. Now there is an inn to live in, the conditions are so first-class, and the natural atmosphere is much better. Xuan Lingzi gently pulled out the hosta from Luo Jianqing's hair, and the young man's blue silk fell down and scattered on the light-colored sheets.
The black hair is smooth, and the beautiful eyes are smiling.
The two looked at each other, then suddenly leaned forward together and kissed each other gently, and then began the night of double cultivation.
Shuangxiu is just an excuse. When he came to a place so close to Duanqing Cliff, Luo Jianqing's heart was always a little flustered involuntarily. He hugged his master tightly, as if he could perceive his true existence. Indulging in lust, he never noticed that Xuan Lingzi's eyes were already red, and he used all his strength to press the disciple into his arms.
This is the Love Cliff, this is the place where he lost his gradual clearing in his last life.
On that day, the Duanqing Cliff seemed to be watered with blood, the world was bloody, and everything was bloody.
He saw his natal sword running through Jian Qing, and he noticed that Jian Qing was not breathing.
This time, the two of them went crazy at the same time, and the bed swayed and didn't stop all night. Only by feeling the temperature of Luo Jianqing, can Xuan Lingzi suppress the blood rushing up in his heart; and only by feeling the temperature of Xuan Lingzi, can Luo Jianqing truly feel at ease.
On the second day, Luo Jianqing's walking posture was slightly wrong. Even though his resilience was amazing, the two of them had been doing it all night, and his muscles and bones were about to fall apart, which made him a little unstoppable.
However, the resilience of the monks in the out-of-body period should not be underestimated. However, after a long time, Luo Jianqing returned to normal. Instead, Xuan Lingzi looked stunned and a little dazed. Back to normal.
Flying dozens of kilometers to the north, it is another small town, but at this time, the Love Cliff can no longer be seen intuitively.
Flying further north, the master and apprentice passed through three small towns, and each rested there for a while. There are many such towns in Qingzhou, all of which are places for cultivators to settle down on the way. There may be some more prosperous markets where cultivators can sell and buy the items they need, but they cannot attract Luo Jian after all. clear.
When the month came, Luo Jianqing didn't hesitate at all. He immediately packed his things and stepped into the Buried Sand Forest with Xuan Lingzi. This is the last place where Fuzhou and the extreme north border. As long as you pass through this dense forest, you are considered to be in the extreme north!