Shanglin Heavenly Palace.
Drunken Dream Tower.
Compared to the empty Wuyu Tower and the Chunfeng Tower, which always had few disciples, Fusheng Zuimeng Tower was the one with the most people among the three floors. Most of the time, the disciples of Fusheng Zuimeng Tower were sent to the foot of the mountain to perform tasks, but in the past few days, more and more disciples received the imperial edict to return to the mountain, and the mountain suddenly became lively.
The disciples of Fusheng Zuimeng Tower all wear white clothes, wear jade pendants around their waists, have beautiful looks, and most of them are young people. It is said that this is the preference of the owner of the tower, Bai Jile. But in addition to their outstanding looks, these disciples have another thing in common, that is, they are all extremely talented people.
"Now, almost all the disciples of Qingming Academy have been sent to Demon City, and most of the disciples of Qianji Academy are scattered in the world. The Xinglu Academy has been weak in recent years, and Xingxiu Academy stays at home and does not ask about the affairs of the mountain." On the top of Chunfeng Tower, a woman in black looked at Fusheng Zuimeng Tower not far away and said worriedly, "Now that Bai Jile has called back the disciples in the tower, I am afraid there will be unusual movements."
"Ji Luo, where are the people in our building?" Helian Xiyue asked.
Ji Luo shook her head helplessly: "Master, you have not taken care of the affairs of the building in these years. The disciples have long dispersed. How can there be any disciples left?"
"Aren't you?" Helian Xiyue asked.
"Including me, there are seven of us in total, and we are all on our way back to the mountain." Ji Luo sighed softly, "Master, when I first met you, I was attracted by your radiance, but why have you changed so much over the years?"
"The dust has cleared, and the light has reappeared." Helian Xiyue paused, then asked, "Why don't you leave?"
Ji Luo hesitated for a moment, and finally blushed slightly: "I can't bear to leave the host."
Helian Xiyue shook his head: "Why bother."
Ji Luo suddenly knelt on one knee, bowed her head and said: "I am very bold, but I love you and am willing to pursue you all my life!"
Helian Xiyue turned around: "Even if, I am not myself."
Ji Luo was silent for a moment, and replied: "There must be a reason why the host has become like this! I won't speculate!"
"Let you go." Helian Xiyue sighed softly, "I want to save you."
Ji Luo was stunned and finally figured it all out. Why did all the disciples of Chunfeng Tower and Wuyu Tower go down the mountain in recent years? Was it because Helian Xiyue and Xie Kanhua had already anticipated the upcoming fight in Shanglin Tiangong and were afraid of involving them, so they did so deliberately
"I won't go down the mountain!" Ji Luo said firmly.
"Fool." Helian Xiyue walked forward and stretched out his right hand towards Ji Luo. However, before his right hand touched Ji Luo's head, Ji Luo groaned in pain. He shook his head and took his hand back.
Everyone knows that Helian Xiyue has the power of spring breeze, and anything close to him will turn into dust. He must be extremely powerful.
But only few people know that this is because Helian Xiyue went astray when he practiced martial arts when he was young. No matter how hard he tries to control it, his spring breeze power cannot be completely dissipated, which makes it impossible for him to have any close contact with people. Even actions like hugging or stroking the head may cause great harm to others.
"Owner..." Ji Luo called softly.
"When the time comes, stand behind me." Helian Xiyue turned around and looked up at the sky.
In the rooftop pavilion of Fu Sheng Zui Meng Tower, Bai Jile was alone. He lit a stick of incense and then sat down cross-legged.
No one knew what material the incense was made of, but after burning for a while, the top of the pavilion was filled with mist. Bai Jile closed his eyes and began a long meditation.
In the southernmost foggy place, there was a man standing on the top of a mountain, looking into the distance.
“It’s almost there.”
Shanglin Palace, Tianshui Tower.
This is the fourth building of Shanglin Palace. It is the place where the Grand Palace Masters of all generations have been in seclusion. The current Grand Palace Master, Ning Qingcheng, has been in seclusion for almost ten years.
"I wonder what the world below the mountain has become like?" Ning Qingcheng drank the medicine in his hand. "Who is the number one in the world now?"
"The Tianwu Ranking has not been updated for ten years, and you, Palace Master, are still ranked first." The disciple behind him replied.
"Where is Priest Xue?" Ning Qingcheng asked.
"Still no news. Rumor has it that he is dead." The disciple said in a deep voice.
"Where is old man Wang the Gun Saint?" Ning Qingcheng asked again.
"It is said that he came out of the mountains and stepped out of the Wang family's courtyard for the first time in so many years. However, he went back very quickly." The disciple said slowly.
"He went to Demon City? It was Mo Wen who beat him back?" Ning Qingcheng thought about it and shook his head again, "No, Mo Wen might not be enough."
"It could be the Taoist Lord." The disciple said quietly.
"The Taoist is coming down the mountain?" Ning Qingcheng was shocked. "Bai Jile has never told me these things."
"Now, all the disciples of Qingming Academy have gone to Demon City, and the disciples of Qianji Academy have gone to help. The seven star officials of Xingxiu Academy, including the chief Xing He, have also secretly gone down the mountain. However, Fusheng Zuimeng Tower has called back all the disciples." The disciple said with some fear in his tone, "Palace Master, I'm afraid this day has finally come."
"Bai Jile." Ning Qingcheng shook his head. "All he did was not for me, and certainly not for the position of Grand Palace Master of Shanglin Tian Palace."
The disciple frowned: "Then why is he making such a fuss?"
"He wants the young man who carries the Book of Immortals to go up the mountain." Ning Qingcheng said in a deep voice, "And he is waiting for the young man here."
"What happens after that?" the disciple was puzzled.
"After that, there is no need to go to Lintian Palace." Ning Qingcheng smiled.
Although the disciple did not understand the deep meaning of Ning Qingcheng's words, he at least understood the literal meaning and asked hurriedly: "Then what should we do?"
"I think, should I meet Xie Kanhua?" Ning Qingcheng said lightly.
"The area near the Nether Prison is now filled with disciples of the Fusheng Zuimeng Tower. Even Helian Xiyue cannot enter. If we go there, we will probably be stopped by Bai Jile." The disciple replied.
Ning Qingcheng tapped the table lightly and murmured, "Then Helian Xiyue..."
"I'm here." An indifferent voice sounded.
At the door, a dark green robe was flying, and Helian Xiyue had appeared there at some point.
"Master Helian, you are not allowed to enter Tianshui Tower without permission!" the disciple shouted.
"How dare you." Ning Qingcheng stretched out his hand to stop his disciple, then looked at Helian Xiyue, "Master Helian, we haven't seen each other for about ten years, and you are still as charming as ever."
Helian Xiyue looked at Ning Qingcheng and said calmly, "Grand Palace Master, this doesn't look good."
Ning Qingcheng coughed lightly: "Yes, a dying body has been dragging on for so many years."
"Nanyu Tower is very strong." Helian Xiyue said.
"Yes. But it shouldn't be that strong." A hint of coldness flashed in Ning Qingcheng's eyes.