Sword comes

Chapter 495

Right now, the two people at the empress's mansion in the summer resort of Hualuo Mountain seemed to be in a chess game where the outcome was unpredictable.

There are three options, the two sides fight to the death, only one side will gain, and the loser is very likely to die.

One side backed down, for example, Chen Pingan chose to bear the consequences of beheading the Summer Mistress, or the scholar did not act good and did not pour dirty water on Chen Pingan's head.

Or the two of them take a step back and leave this game of peeling mountains hand in hand, which is the so-called you talk about the morality of the world, and I talk about harmony and wealth, and the two sides turn their heads and point at the other five monsters.

Chen Pingan asked: "You are not a demon, but a ghost who eats black and eats black."

The scholar patted his sleeves, and said angrily: "A living person, a living person, with a body of pure yang and righteousness, just like a fake. The previous method of subjugating demons was just a side-by-side technique to scare you. Walking in the rivers and lakes, there is no need to hide your identity." How did the method work."

Chen Pingan asked: "Then let's form an alliance and find trouble with that Bichen Yuanjun nearby."

The scholar has strange eyes.

Chen Pingan glanced at the bones of the summer queen on the ground, and he understood a little bit that he was out of the way, and he meant to give away his feet.

Since the Summer Mistress is dead, how can this peeling cave mansion have no family background, and there is no reason to enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed. At first glance, it is not a monk who is good at looting houses.

Chen Pingan changed the subject, and asked with a smile: "You are so deliberate, you must be familiar with the secret treasures of this Guanghan Temple, and the harvest from this mountain will be divided between you and me, how about it?"

The scholar shook his head and said: "In this peeling mountain, three to seven points, you three to seven, you are just squatting on the wall to watch the show, and I will give you three points of profit, which is a lot. After killing the demons on the rest of the mountain, it depends on their own ability and contribution. Size, let’s make a decision.”

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "Four or six."

The scholar hesitated, and finally showed an expression of resignation, pointed to the skeleton on the ground, and said: "This summer lady's bones, although not the white jade bones of ghosts and ghosts, can absorb the sun and moon in the ghost valley. The essence has been refined for nearly a thousand years, and it has already been tempered better than the golden branches and jade leaves of the Earth Immortal. I cherish it very much. After I give it to you, we will give it to you. The morals of the world are enough, right?"

Chen Ping sneered and said: "After I accept such a hot thing, it is equivalent to smearing yellow mud on my crotch. Shouldn't it be divided among four or six?"

Furthermore, the most precious thing of Shanze Jingguai is naturally the demon pill.

It must have been swallowed whole by the scholar, taking advantage of it early.

The scholar pretended to be stunned, slapped his head, and said apologetically, "I made a mistake. All right, let's split the bill. This pair of bones is left here. Let's go, I will take you to the treasure house of Hualuo Mountain to search for rare treasures. The entrance is just under the mandarin duck couch of the Summer Retreat Empress, this female toad has a low level of cultivation, but thanks to the reward from her concubine and the compromises of the other five monsters, she still got a lot of treasures."

The scholar walked into the front door of the main house first.

Chen Pingan put the sword fairy behind him, jumped off the wall, followed the scholar, and just waved his sleeves, and put the bones within his reach.

The scholar stopped and turned his head with a look of surprise.

Chen Pingan explained with a smile: "If the peeling mountain spirit accidentally saw it, wouldn't it be a bad thing? When the time comes to scare the snake and miss our next big job of killing monsters, I'd better put it away first."

The bookish smile said: "Then I have to thank you."

Chen Ping didn't hear anything, looked around, this extremely spacious boudoir, there is no lack of rare things, but the makeup is a bit heavy, the murals are some unsightly erotic pictures, the scale is huge, one foot high, but fortunately the paintings Both men and women are no more than the size of a jujube stone, and there are both the emperor's promiscuous palace and the spring night in the Goulan brothel. One of them is actually a man and a woman wearing Taoist robes. The man is immortal and the woman is full of divine light. , the picture scroll and the densely packed lowercase marginal notes, these are probably Zhu Lian's so-called fairy books

The scholar kicked on the huge mandarin duck couch, and with skill, he slid several feet away, but there was no sound.

The scholar squatted on the ground, inlaid on the floor was a round piece of polished iron as bright as a mirror, as big as a water basin. The scholar lowered his head and looked intently, as if he was cracking the mechanism.

The scholar turned his head and looked, he couldn't get angry, good guy, he has learned what it means that bandits are like a comb and soldiers are like a grate.That green-shirted ranger wearing a bamboo hat, not to mention the six pictures of immortals with hidden secrets of cultivation, was actually the bottle and jar on the dressing table of the summer queen, all in one bag.Why, I have never seen money in my life, but the scholar turned his head quickly, and continued to look at the strange piece of fine iron that was as spotless as a precious mirror, but there was a glimmer of haze between the scholar's brows, knowing that he would go into Guanghan soon In the treasury of the temple, when encountering real treasures, they still wantonly scrape these worthless objects. Could it be that things that are so close to one's body do not have such a big appetite.

Chen Pingan was still rummaging through boxes and cabinets over there, while asking: "You first go and say that the summer queen is a moon palace species, what do you mean?"

The scholar gently wiped the edge of the "circular mirror" with one hand, while making a formula with his fingers in the sleeve, and kept doing mental calculations, he replied casually: "There are sun and moon in the world, and the moon is the ancestor of Yin essence. According to legend, there was a moon palace in the ancient heaven, named It is Guanghan. There are osmanthus trees, rabbit spirits and toads in the Moon Palace, all of which are the ancestors of the Moon Palace species. They are infused with the cool sky and mist, and are infused with immortal energy. It’s just that there are tens of thousands of species of dragons, different heights, clouds and mud, and the peeling mountain is a decent monster of the Moon Palace.”

Chen Pingan praised: "You are very knowledgeable."

When the scholar was delving into the secret technique of the treasure house, Chen Pingan didn't go close to him. No matter how he searched for the treasures in the room, he was always ten steps away from him, which was an invisible attitude.

Chen Pingan picked a rosewood chair and sat down.

After hearing the words, the scholar shook his head and said with emotion: "My life has a limit, but knowledge has no limit."

Chen Pingan said casually: "If there is a limit, follow the limitless, and it will be perilous."

The scholar turned his head and glanced at Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping raised his legs, twisted his wrist, took out the Yuzhu folding fan presented by Cui Dongshan, and gently fanned the breeze.

The scholar had already turned his head, and saw that he stretched out a finger and tapped the mirror lightly. On the mirror as round as the bright moon, a place began to rise slowly.

In the end, it turned into a palace-like building, like an attic rising in the moonlight.

Chen Pingan hurriedly put away the folding fan and entered into the square-inch object. He didn't care about any taboos or taboos. He came to the scholar and stared at the piece of fine iron that was originally flawless. What makes Chen Ping even more amazed by this mystery is that even if he concentrates his attention on this object at the moment, no matter how he looks at it, he still feels that the previous "fit" is too exaggerated.But the scholar frowned, shot again and again, and pushed back the closed palace, returning to the flat mirror. Chen Ping stared at it intently, amazed that there is such an exquisite casting technique in the world

Chen Pingan also didn't care about whether there would be no silver 300 taels here, and said, "Don't worry, I won't sneak up on you."

The scholar sat cross-legged, and slowly said: "It is undoubtedly a magic weapon made by the Mohist mechanism master. It has been a long time ago. This thing belongs to you. After entering the treasure house, how about three or seven points?"

Chen Pingan nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

The scholar suddenly smiled, and his fingers tapped the mirror like flying. In an instant, a pocket palace rose again, and the gate of the mansion slowly opened, making the whole building start to shine brightly, shining on the faces of the two people, and then The whole floor began to creak, the scholar stretched out his hand, and there was a bright ball in his hand, like a fairy holding a bright moon, then twisted his wrist and rubbed his hands together, the palace on the surface of the bright moon was like a place Back to the secret realm of the fairy family at the root of the underground mountain.

A secret passage appeared on the floor, it was not dark, and the dim light swayed slightly, most likely it was a fairy method similar to the lanterns in the mural city.

The scholar handed the ball in his hand to Chen Pingan, "From now on, three to seven points, it's settled."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Naturally."

Both of them froze slightly.

One person passes things, the other receives things, all with one hand.

The scholar smiled slightly, the other drooping sleeve moved slightly, and the vision subsided.

Chen Ping'an's hand that was tucked into his sleeve, holding a bunch of walnuts, also relaxed.

Only then did the treasures be handed over.

Chen Ping put the ball into the things within his reach, and followed the scholar into the tunnel.

The tunnel extending all the way down is slightly damp, full of Yin, and the walls are covered with moss. It is worthy of a moon palace species building a secret lair.

In the end, the two came to a grotto at the end.

There are two white bones sitting side by side, one tall and one low, one tall and one slender, they seem to be a male and female Taoist couple, their hands are close to each other, holding hands tightly, and it is vaguely seen that the two passed away peacefully.

One wore an imperial crown and was wearing a yellow dragon robe, while the other did not wear a phoenix crown and Xiapei. Instead, he was wearing a fairy robe that was almost a Taoist robe but not a Taoist robe.

In addition, three boxes are stacked in the corner.

The scholar frowned at the two bones and remained silent.

Chen Pingan asked: "It was a certain monarch of the losing side in the battle at the Bone Beach site."

The scholar nodded and said: "It is very likely that he is the king of Longshan Kingdom. When he was young, he was a poor son and grandson who was not favored. At that time, the largest sect in the north and south of Luzhou was called Qing Dezong. The monks who achieved Taoism on the mountain were all known as Yinxian. The conflict between the two dynasties traced back to the source. In fact, the disaster was caused by the internal strife in Qingdezong, but the immortal family of later generations kept it secret. This monarch, when he was young, wanted to practice Taoism. Xian, who was accepted by Qing Dezong as direct disciples in the same year as him, a total of 30 people. At first, the weather was not obvious. I noticed something strange, half of the 30 people were good materials and beautiful jades from the embryos of the earth immortals, and the remaining half also had their own good luck, which should not be underestimated. Therefore, the scene of 30 people climbing the mountain to ask for a teacher back then has attracted countless imaginations for future generations. , there are poems in later generations to testify, with a sound of opening the golden door, thirty celestial beings climbed up to Cuiwei, and this King of Longshan Kingdom is one of them. It's a pity that members of the royal family who were qualified to succeed the throne in Longshan Kingdom died one after another, so he had no choice but to go down the mountain. He was already in the Longmen realm, but he still chose to break the Changsheng bridge and inherit the throne. There are unofficial histories circulated in the streets and alleys, saying that he and Qingde Zongfeng A sister-in-law of Mingfeng is close, I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."

The scholar sighed, and stopped looking at the two sets of bones. The dragon robe is just an ordinary thing in the world. Looking at the preciousness, the dragon energy contained in the man has been absorbed or dissipated by itself. It will disperse, and the Qingde Zong robe worn by the female cultivator is not a magic treasure. It is just an ordinary monk from the Qingde Zong. , and that female cultivator from Fengming Peak are probably nostalgic people.

The scholar went to open three boxes one after another. One box was filled with dazzling white snowflake coins, with as many as several thousand coins. Inside one box was an ancient statue tablet engraved with dense seal characters.As for the box that was placed at the bottom before, there is only one thing, a small knee-high stone pound, which is no different from what people in the market use to pound glutinous rice.

The scholar's eyes changed slightly, and he shook his head slightly, obviously feeling that the guess in his mind was unlikely.

Chen Pingan laughed and said, "Could it be the stone pound that is said to be used by the Moon Palace Rabbit Essence to pound medicine?"

The scholar laughed and said, "Then let's take a gamble."

Chen Pingan asked: "What kind of gambling?"

The scholar pointed to the stone pound inside the box, "This thing counts as seven, and the rest counts as three, but I'll let you choose first."

Chen Ping did not hesitate to choose three.

The scholar hurriedly said: "Don't choose yet, I regret it."

The scholar patted it lightly with a slap, and the stone pound immediately turned into powder, but a piece of jade in the shape of a white bowl was exposed, and he said regretfully: "It is true, this white jade bowl is the place where this summer-avoiding lady became enlightened." , since it is a Moon Palace species, a stone pound was made to wrap it inside, presumably to bring a good omen.”

The scholar picked up the bowl and put it in the palm of his hand. On the bottom of the bowl were the eight characters in small script, Qingde Yinxian, inviting the moon with wine.

It is one of the sacrificial vessels of the Patriarch Hall of Qing Dezong.

It's just a spirit weapon.

But to the summer-resisting lady who has cultivated Tao and become a master, it is of great significance.

Chen Pingan asked: "Would you choose the Longmen Monument, or a box of snowflake money?"

The scholar's eyelids twitched.

The seal characters in the world are also divided into old and old. Some ancient seal scripts, unless they belong to the orderly inheritance of the immortal family and powerful sect, cannot recognize the content at all.

How did this young foreigner recognize the ancient seal character "Longmen" at the head of the stele?

The scholar smiled.

This underground grotto is really suitable for fighting and fighting.

But at this moment, the man unexpectedly said: "Not only does the Longmen Statue belong to you, a box of snowflakes costs you seven and three, and then I want those two sets of bones."

The scholar wondered: "Those two white bones are really worthless. This Qingde Sect nun was only at the Dragon Gate Realm before she was alive, and her magic robes are even more so. With a light touch, it will be reduced to ashes"

The scholar smiled playfully, "Besides, it's not suitable for a female cultivator to pick up the dead man's clothes."

Chen Pingan said: "You don't need to worry about it."

The scholar nodded and said, "Then it's settled."

He rolled up his sleeves, and put away the stone tablet together with the wooden box, while Chen Pingan put the two sets of bones into the things at hand at the same time.

Obviously, a scholar also has at least one close possession.

As for a box of snowflake money, Chen Pingan got about [-] snowflake money.

The scholar won the big head, but he is still not satisfied, "The empress of Hualuo Mountain needs to be filial to that big backer often, and her family is still a little weak, otherwise a golden core monster will have more than this little wealth."

Chen Pingan said: "In Ghost Mystery Valley, it is not easy to survive beating life and death. How can you compare with the Jindan Earth Immortal outside?"

The scholar nodded and said, "Correct answer."

Chen Pingan asked casually, "Do you have any water-storing artifacts like drinking bottles?"

In an instant.

Chen Pingan had drawn his sword out of its sheath, and the two flying swords that were walking through the ground pointed directly at the scholar's Tianling Gai, and the other hovered behind the scholar, with the tip of the sword pointing to the back of the heart.

The scholar said helplessly: "What are you doing, you will be black and white. I really don't wait until we level the other five mountain caves one by one, and each have a stomachache, before we fight for our lives."

Chen Ping'an's expression was solemn, and he sensed the other party's murderous intent in an instant.

The murderous intent that emerged in the scholar's heart was even more serious than the place where the summer vacation empress died.

Chen Pingan saw that the scholar had no abnormalities in his state of mind and expression at this moment.

Chen Ping asked the 15th day to return to the raising sword gourd, put away the sword fairy and put it into its sheath, "I was dazzled just now, and I mistakenly thought that there was a ghost guarding the cave, and wanted to attack you."

The scholar laughed and said: "I never thought that this big brother would have a compassionate heart. It's just that I'm dizzy and dizzy. When it comes to fighting on other hills, don't hold me back."

Chen Ping laughed it off.

The two left the grotto together, walked in the dimly lit tunnel, and returned the same way.

Walk side by side.

The scholar smiled and said, "What's your name, brother?"

Chen Pingan said: "My surname is Chen, and my name is a good man."

The scholar seemed to be choking, and was speechless for a while.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such shameless people.

Chen Ping asked, "What about you?"

The scholar was still a little slowed down, and said weakly: "I won't say my last name, you can call me Mu Mao, the luxuriant Mu Mao."

Chen Pingan nodded, "The name is good."

The scholar said: "No good brother is so good."

Chen Pingan said: "Where is it?"

The scholar suddenly smiled and asked: "Do you know the roots of that Bichen Yuanjun?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "You also know that I am a foreigner. This time I entered the ghost valley to see the scenery. I just passed by the Faluo Mountain accidentally. How would I know the origin of these monsters. But these monsters are also interesting. Dare to call them the Six Saints together. , either Empress or Yuan Jun, even the ghosts under his hands dare to call themselves gentlemen."

The scholar said: "The spirits in small places are poor, but they are poor and particular. That Yuanjun Bichen was originally a clever little mink in the temple of Xiaoxuandu. He stole the sesame oil in that glazed cup, and when he finished eating, he accidentally knocked over the glazed cup, so he opened his eyes and became a master of Taoism. At that time, he was bumped into by a little fairy boy, and in a rage, he smashed it with a whisk. It was whipped until it was bloody and bloody. It was dying, and its life was not long. I never thought that the old god would take pity on this fate. Not only did he release it from the Taoist temple and the peach forest, but he also grabbed a handful of ten thousand-year soil under the peach tree and rubbed it on its wound. So this little mink is not afraid of water, fire, swords and weapons, and ordinary magical weapons can't hurt it in the slightest."

The scholar narrated these secrets, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, "This little mink has left the peach forest, and since then the sky is high and the land is wide, and the mountain is king. Missing the incense of the place of enlightenment in Xiaoxuantu Temple, and especially revering the old god, he enshrined a memorial tablet for the old god of Xiaoxuantu Temple on his own mountain, and offered incense every day. The world is strange Most of them are like this. They respect the place of enlightenment and the opportunity to become a master. This is true of the summer-removing empress, and this little mink is also like this. Having said that, this Bichen Yuanjun is as good as the summer-absorbing empress. You are not afraid to offend the god who is watching the master, after all, it depends on the master to beat the dog."

Chen Pingan snorted, "Then let's not provoke Bichen Yuanjun, and go directly to the trouble of moving the mountain."

The scholar laughed and said: "There is no need for that, that old god just respects the matter of Taoism, and has no more concern for Xiao Diao himself. Let's work together and kill him if he kills him."

Chen Pingan asked: "How can you guess and see through the thoughts of an old Daoist fairy? one."

The scholar began to play a rogue, "Believe it or not, anyway, I must go to Yongshan, the place where Lord Bichen Yuanjun lived. The place where the Great Sage Moved the Mountain has been more lively recently. The General of Thunder God should be drinking and feasting with him, planning something together. Maybe the daughter of the old turtle should also be courteous to the Great Sage of Moving Mountains, but Pichen Yuanjun doesn't like the excitement, so it's likely that he will be at a loss at the moment. Order, if you feel that the name of Xiaoxuan Duguan is too scary, then let's get together and disperse the Yangguan Road you walked, and I will walk my single-plank bridge, how about it?"

Chen Pingan said: "Then get together and part ways, and go our separate ways."

The scholar was surprised again, but he didn't say much.

It's just that I met a strange person with a strange temper.

After the two returned to the boudoir of the summer queen, the scholar stretched out his palm, signaling Chen Pingan to take a step first and leave the peeling mountain first, so as not to mistakenly think that he would run out of the Guanghan hall first, and then beat the gongs and drums to alarm the peeling mountain group demon.

Chen Ping jumped onto the wall and left quietly.

The scholar stood where he was. The reason why he acted so kindly was not only that he didn't want to tear his face and make troubles, but also that he was happy that this person went head-to-head with the Great Sage of Moving Mountains to attract attention, so he could take care of that Pichenyuan Jun, make another tooth sacrifice.These monsters are not high in cultivation and form their own pattern, but they are mutual aids. This is the foundation of their existence in the ghost valley. Otherwise, it only needs to come to a Nascent Soul to sweep around, and they will be easily defeated. Where support got today.In history, a Nascent Soul Yinling in the northern city tried to crush the group of demons with his own realm, but he suffered a big loss here, and almost confessed to the Jixiao Mountain.

The scholar raised his palm and spit it out lightly. A vermilion demon pill hovered in the palm of his hand and spun around, emitting bursts of water mist and cold air.

He is not a ghost, once he swallows this thing, it will only damage his own Dao.

The scholar had a small crystal clear white jade box in his hand. He put the demon pill into it and sealed it up. He brushed off his sleeves. The magic robe that Xian Xiexiu took off was called "Hundred-eyed Taotie". At the beginning, the rank was not high, not even a magic weapon. Apart from concealing his identity, the robe he wore was more important. It can grow, and every time I rarely go out to relax in these years, most of the demon slaying and demon slaying that I come to again and again have become the nourishment of this magic robe.

The scholar suddenly stretched out his fingers, rubbed the center of his brows, and said to himself: "In the grotto before, why did you stop me from killing people? It's just to destroy your merits. What's the matter? When you kill the three corpses next year, naturally everything will be destroyed." It can be terminated. You are also interesting. The rest of the Taoists who have certified as golden immortals, three corpses and nine worms, I was the first to be beheaded, but you are better off, but deliberately left it to the end."

The scholar was silent for a moment, his expression complicated.

Roll up your sleeves.

It turned into a billowing black smoke, penetrated into the ground, and disappeared instantly.

In a courtyard of Guanghan Hall, a fan-wielding monster who proclaims himself a gentleman of the Academy, drinking and having fun with a group of peeling mountain men including the old man with goatee beard.

This "gentleman" was a little gloomy, and drank his sorrows there.The rest of those idiots also have no eyesight. They drink too much, dance with their hands and feet, spittle everywhere, and talk freely. This one talks about the round buttocks of the summer queen, and she is willing to die if she touches it. Big, if you have a chance, you must drill it.There are also people who don't know how to live or die, saying that the great sage who moved the mountain is a fart, as long as the mistress of the summer resort gives an order, I can smash the head of the mountain-moving ape with one punch

The fan-wielding monster drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and felt that it was a terrible sight to be drinking with these guys, and I was sorry for the golden and copper-smelling city wine in the glass.

It sighed, shaking the fan with one hand, and shaking the empty wine glass with the other, "Wine is for joy, to relieve worries and bring joy. If this is the fate of fate, let's put the things in the glass"

The rest of the ghosts didn't think it was strange, and laughed, this gentleman, the old man, started to feel sour again.

The fan-wielding monster raised his head and glanced at the courtyard of the summer concubine, only to feel that his abdomen was hot, no matter what, the figure of the concubine was really excellent.

Thinking that I have been peeling off the mountain for so many years, the benefits of getting it are actually not many, but it wants to be the guest of the summer queen. In the eyes of living people, this lady may not be considered a beauty, but for them, mountain spirits , blindly paying attention to those things, but it is afraid of the bed tricks of the summer queen, which even the gods are afraid of. If it is not careful, it will really die under the peony flowers.

Almost every few years, the summer queen would go out alone, who to see and what to do, no one knew.

There are different opinions.

Some say that Mistress Bishu is the concubine of the lord of Fenlang City, others say that the real owner of Peeling Mountain is the ghost king master who is as famous as Puyu in Baicage City, and some say that Mistress Bixia is the only daughter of King Heihe. relation.

The fan spirit monster drank the wine, feeling a little sour.

Why is the summer vacation empress unwilling to have a heart-to-heart relationship with herself

It's a little drunk.

I wonder if I can be like the summer queen in this life, sitting on a mountain, building a luxurious mansion, calling the wind and rain, so majestic.

One day in the future, I wonder if I can leave this valley of ghosts, go to the vast world beyond the bone beach, go to the Confucian academy, meet real scholars, and read real Confucian classics.

Diyong mountain.

Compared with the peeling mountain, it is much more heavily guarded.

It also created a decent array of mountain guards.

But for scholars, it is still like entering no one's land.

However, it is very difficult to kill demons and seize treasures without causing any disturbance.

The scholar was not in a hurry, he entered Diyong Mountain and stood on a pine tree with lush branches, wanting to wait.

As long as the Great Sage of Moving Mountains activates the landscape formation, it means that the guy has already started to climb the mountain, or his whereabouts are leaked, then it is time to do it himself.

The only thing that needs to be careful is the old turtle in the Laolong Cave, and the little turtle in the Heihe who has a close relationship with the summer lady. It's not that they are afraid of joining forces with Diyongshan, but that the father and daughter are hard to kill. They have to protect Bichen Yuanjun, which is more difficult. After all, the scholar's trip to kill monsters is just for leisure, just like getting a ridiculous new scholar in the copper smelly city, just to relieve boredom.

This Lord Bichen, and the old turtle of the Great King of Heihe, one has roots in Xiaoxuandu Temple, and the other has some relationship with the Great Yuanyue Temple. It is an old turtle raised in the release pool in the temple. Before it became the site of an ancient battlefield, according to official history books, before the old turtle became a spirit, he spent many years listening to scriptures in the temple.Later, the two dynasties fought, involving more than a dozen vassal states. The temple was protected by the old monk who had already been a golden Arhat with great supernatural powers, and was able to avoid the disaster of war. Finally, it was moved to the Peach Forest in Ghost Valley, which was thousands of miles away from the original place. Xiaoxuan has become a neighbor.

Lao Yuan secretly left the temple, proclaimed himself the Great King of Heihe, occupied a bottomless cave and named it Laolong Cave.He raised a pair of golden anchovy, which he said was his daughter's dowry.

Its daughter proclaimed herself Fuhai Yuanjun, and the old turtle seldom showed up. She took care of the affairs of the mountain. There was a torrential river outside the old dragon cave, which was occupied by her.This little turtle was dark and strong. The Lord of Fenlang City ran into it once, and said a heartbreaking sentence, saying that the little turtle was born in such a way to ward off evil spirits. Even if the lights are turned off, there is absolutely no way to speak.It was the first great shame and humiliation in his life by this Hai Yuanjun.

Standing on the tree, the scholar took a breath first, absorbing all the yin energy contained in this ancient pine tree, and then let it out lightly by the scholar, the surroundings suddenly became foggy, and then he spread his palm and pointed it with his fingers. draw character.

Palm view of mountains and rivers.

With a flick of his hand.

A landscape painting scroll of the Diyongshan Mansion was conjured up.

The scene on the picture scroll is a bit blurry, it's because he doesn't want to reveal any clues, after all, that Pichen Yuanjun comes from the Taoist lineage, and he is a Jindan cultivator, so maybe he will feel it.

On a high platform in Diyongshan Mansion, a banquet is being held.

The scholar smiled wryly.

I saw monsters gathered together at the banquet on the high platform, and each of them had a solid appearance. In the eyes of the scholar, they were like a retinue, appearing ferociously behind the monsters to protect their master.

The scholar murmured: "What's going on, why did you gather in Yongshan? That guy has better luck than me. Did he hit it by mistake, or did he expect it?"

Both monks and gods have dharma appearances, while monsters that take on human form have their true appearances. The higher their cultivation level, the more blurred their original appearances.Under the Nascent Soul, especially the Jindan monster, the truth is the most concise and stable, and the most difficult to conceal.

Nascent Soul cultivators with profound Taoism, as well as some golden elixir of some sects that have been passed down for a long time, can often see through the true nature of monsters.

The scholar hurriedly put away the supernatural power of seeing mountains and rivers in his palm.

Glancing at the high platform, it turned out to be a silver-backed ape-mountain-moving sage, a fat rat-spirited demon-catcher, and an imperial thunder god general with a colorful boa constrictor entrenched behind him.

Of course, there is also Bichen Yuanjun who is actually a little golden fluffy mink.

In addition, there is a golden core ghost.

Except for the father and daughter of Laolongku and Heihe, they are all here, but there is one more Jindan ghost who likes to compete with Skinny City.

The scholar said helplessly: "Don't be closed and beaten, my luck is not so bad."

As a small world that has existed for thousands of years, Ghost Mystery Valley has some invisible oppression for Qi practitioners. The higher the realm, the heavier the imprisonment.

Furthermore, for some Qi practitioners with special identities, the suppression is not small.

Like him.

Ordinary people, there will be acclimatization.This is even more so for practitioners.

In particular, he, with the horoscope of pure yang, is almost incompatible with this ghost valley. If it is not for the cultivation method, which is extremely sublime, far from being comparable to heretics, and can blend with his own fortune, water and fire, and yin and yang, otherwise he will come to this ghost valley. It will be very troublesome, such as hanging a lantern high in the dark night, it will only become the target of thousands of ghosts and ghosts.

The scholar began to mutter again, "Let's go"

After a moment of silence, he smiled, "Then wait and see. Don't let me die at the hands of others, or your breakthrough will be flawed."

Now that the scholar has made a decision, his heart is as still as water.

He actually started to watch the changes quietly, and simply closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing.

Refining the Longmen stone tablet a little bit, to see if it can be done, is the icing on the cake.

Raining sweetness and rain in one breath, in the water mansion, there is like an old dragon swimming in the clouds, distributing water through the clouds.

In the Fire Mansion, there was a burly man covered in flames like a god of the Ministry of Fire. He was forging a short knife, and every time he swung his arm to strike, sparks would fly all over the place.

In another key acupoint, there are green mountains and lush green trees. There is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, with green glazed tiles and a golden plaque hanging on it.

In another hole, it is like a battlefield where the golden energy kills, the two armies confront each other, gold and iron horses.

And when the scholar tried to refine the statue tablet obtained from the Flaking Mountain, a stone tablet stood in the middle of the water mansion, slowly lifted into the air, and the word "Dragon Gate" on the top of the tablet, stroke by stroke, continuously burst into golden light.

The scholar didn't refine the entire stele in one go. After the word "Longmen" was successfully manifested, he gave up. He opened his eyes and exhaled lightly.

The scholar shook his sleeves and looked at the mansion. Monsters lifted off against the wind and came towards him slowly. As for the protective formation covering Diyong Mountain, it was instantly opened, but he was not very happy. care.

The scholar turned his head and glanced at the direction of Qianshan Dasheng Mountain, and said with a smile: "Good man, good man, I took advantage of the peeling mountain, now I will pay you back some benefits, if you can't get any benefits, It would really disappoint me not to be able to return with a full load.”

The scholar glanced at Baojing Mountain again, not knowing what was going on there and what was going on.

The soil of the five elements, three mountains and nine mirrors.

It is his last natal object involving the fundamentals of the Dao.

For such a big event, of course he had to come and see for himself.

Once the five elements are complete, and then kill all the three corpses, not only can you easily become a Nascent Soul, but also break through the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul and become a monk of the upper five realms, and it will become a smooth road. Not only will the demons not be as indestructible as ordinary Nascent Souls Breaking, on the contrary, it only needs to rely on dripping water to wear through stones, and it can be slowly worn away in at most two or three hundred years without any danger. In the process of grinding the demons, it can also benefit the soul.

This is the background of the top fairy family in Yizhou.

Chen Pingan did not go to the top of the mountain where the Great Sage of Moving Mountain was located, but took a detour and went to the Yangchang Palace where the Great Immortal of Catching Monsters was located.

It is said to be a palace, but in fact it is not much better than the dilapidated temple at the foot of Baojing Mountain, which is equivalent to the Sanjin courtyard on the side of Longquan County.

There were only two small spirits guarding the gate, each with a wooden gun in their arms, sitting on the steps chatting, one of them was a mouse spirit, and there was a tattered paper book on his knee.

Chen Ping doesn't care if it's the ecstasy formation or not, the monster catcher is probably still moving to the top of the Great Sacred Mountain, discussing how to intercept and suppress him.

Then the two ghosts saw an old man in a blue shirt walking towards the door of their own house.

One of the strong rats rubbed their eyes and sniffed, "I'm really alive, I'm not dreaming."

The other dwarf elf hurriedly put away the books, also a little suspicious, and finally stood up suddenly, holding a wooden gun, and shouted angrily: "Bold, whoever let you break into my intestines palace without authorization, report your name, and you will not die!"

Chen Pingan said hoarsely: "I was sent by the empress of Hualuo Mountain to invite the Immortal Catcher to Guanghan Hall as a guest. Your Immortal, hurry up, my empress has just captured a scholar from Tongqi City."

The rat at the door was drooling and ran over, "Really"

The other mouse looked suspicious, pointed at Chen Ping'an with the tip of the gun, and poked it twice, "My ancestors said, that stinky bitch likes to eat alone food the most, don't lie!"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "To be honest, my mother-in-law asked for something. She hoped that I would call the Monster Catcher to go to Luezhen and help deal with a young sword fairy who was clamoring on the top of the mountain."

The mouse spirit who kept wiping his saliva whispered: "It must be the powerful sword fairy that the ancestors said, and he went to find the summer lady. The peeling mountain is close to the Tongguan mountain, so it is the first one to be troubled."

The mouse spirit holding the wooden gun thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay, then you can go back to the peeling mountain, and I will go to the palace to report to the ancestors, and I will not delay your summer vacation lady's request for help."

The other mouse spirit was a little anxious and quickly winked.

Such a big living person with no power to restrain a chicken is always getting old, but as long as he is put into the pot, he is afraid that he will not be boiled until he is killed, and it will not be too late to go to the Great Sage of Moving Mountains to tell the ancestors. Since there is someone asking for our Yangchang Palace on the other side of the peeling mountain, and it is just a messenger who died, so the summer queen must not dare to fart.In this way, can't our brothers have a good meal?

The rat spirit didn't seem to be able to comprehend, and poked Chen Ping'an with a wooden gun again, "Go away, my ancestors are also deceived by the lard you want to see, and you can't find death."

Chen Pingan noticed that the mouse spirit was secretly winking at him, probably to tell him to leave quickly.

And the mouse spirit next to him has already quietly pulled out a sharpened sleeve knife, hid it behind his back, walked towards him, and said with a smile: "It's okay to meet our ancestors, our Yangchang Palace has always been warm to welcome guests."

Chen Ping just stared at the anxious eyes of the mouse spirit in front of him, then stretched out a finger, flicked it lightly, pierced the bloody hole in the forehead of the mouse spirit with the knife hidden behind it, flew backwards, and killed him on the spot , fell at the gate of Yangchang Palace.

The mouse spirit holding a wooden gun in front of him seemed a little dazed, and then turned around and ran away in horror.

It's just that the shoulder was held down by a palm, the rat spirit didn't dare to move, his mind went blank, and in his vision, that colleague was lying in a pool of blood. For some reason, it just died like that.

The ancestor once said in person that it has the hope of becoming a big monster, and the ancestor has always liked it more. He also said that the Yangchang Palace will be expanded in the future, and a mansion no worse than Guanghan Palace will be opened up. It went to sit in the town to be the master abbot, and the ancestors didn't like him very much. He often rewarded it with food at other mountain banquets, and taught him a set of sword skills, and beat and scolded him frequently.

Chen Pingan took the rat spirit to the steps and sat down, took out the yellowed book from its sleeve, it turned out to be a badly damaged book written by a literati, after opening it, it was more interesting, and there were some crooked books. The narration is written with a very fine charcoal pen. It can be seen that the writing is quite serious, but it is still crawling with earthworms.The text in the narration is often not many words, some childish questions, and some flattering words.

Chen Pingan read it with some joy. After closing the book, he handed it back to the mouse spirit with pale face and trembling body.

Chen Pingan asked: "Do you know where the treasures of the demon hunters are hidden?"

Mouse Jing took the book with stiff hands and feet, and said in a trembling voice, "I don't know, I know, I don't say I'm dead, I don't say it."

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and there was a brand-new book in his hand, which still smelled of ink, "Remember to hide it well, it's best to dig a hole and bury it first, otherwise this monster catcher will survive by chance. If you return to this intestine palace, you will be dead. Your ancestor has a bright nose, even I was almost discovered by him before."

The mouse was dumbfounded.

Chen Pingan put the book in its hand, "Do you remember?"

The mouse spirit nodded blankly.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Hurry up, go hide the books, and then let me knock you out. Of course, you can knock your head on the door and faint. As for running away, don't even think about it."

The mouse spirit lost the wooden gun, went to a place to dig up the soil, and hid the book.

Then he ran back to the steps of the gate, hesitated for a moment, and slammed his head hard at the gate, but fell to the ground with a bang, but failed to faint, turned his head miserable and said: "This fairy master, you should come here!" , It’s actually better to bleed some blood.”

Chen Ping flicked his sleeves and knocked him out, blood was flowing slowly from his seven orifices, but he just looked miserable.

Chen Pingan kicked open the gate of the Yangchang Palace, stepped straight across the threshold, and began to look for the hidden treasure of the monster-hunting immortal.

A slap on the sword gourd, and asked Chu 15 to help find clues.

Finally, under the incense table in the main hall of the Yangchang Palace, I pried open the wooden board and found a secret passage. Compared with the spacious tunnel in the peeling mountain, it was really narrow and cramped. Chen Pingan could only crawl into it, and had to let the first day After clearing the way, after about a stick of incense, he finally came to a dark cave where one person could stand. Chen Pingan lit a torch and found only an iron box, which was crooked and covered with talisman papers. The paper is full of spiritual energy, it should be that the monster catcher will change it frequently, but I am not sure whether these restrictions are used to warn the owner, or if they are opened without authorization, they will provoke attacks from talismans.

Chen Ping took a step back and let Junior 15 go out, while he held his breath to deal with the accident.

The two flying swords were flying like lightning, circling around the iron box, quickly splitting the yellow paper talismans and destroying their guts.

After a violent shaking of the scattered spiritual energy, there was nothing more unusual. After Chen Pingan opened the iron box, he was a little speechless. It was not a magic weapon, let alone a fairy money, but stacks of books.

That's right, in this ghost valley, books are indeed rare.

Chen Ping opened one of the ancient books, it was a book on war.

It seems that this monster catcher is the spirit monster who likes to study the art of war.

Chen Ping suddenly put his fingers together, and the lightning caught a centipede flying towards his face. It was black and shiny, and with a shock of his fist, he was shocked to death and threw it aside.

After hesitating for a while, he didn't have time to carefully read the titles of these military books, put them all into the things within his reach, groped for a while, and after confirming that there were no other treasure traps, he turned back the same way and returned to the Yangchang Palace.

This demon catcher is really a pauper.

Next, Chen Pingan still did not go to the top of the mountain that moved the Great Sage, but went to Jixiao Mountain, which is the farthest to the north.

That is the territory of General Thunder God.

This monster came and went alone, unlike the great sage who moved mountains and the king of Heihe who liked to recruit soldiers, but his ability to catch and fight was the highest among the six sages.

Jixiao Mountain is surrounded by thunderclouds and lightning constantly intertwined all year round, and whether it is spirits or ghosts, they are inherently afraid of thunder, so it is an extremely unpleasant place in Ghost Valley, but this monster got a thunder magic from somewhere. Fragmented scrolls, repaired it deaf in both ears, and one of its eyes burst, and finally gave it some thunder magic powers, went to battle, breathed fire from its nose, breathed smoke from its mouth, raised its hands and feet, and thunder and lightning.

It is a monster with a tough body but good skills, and Lei Fa is innately restraining the ghosts and spirits in the Ghost Valley, so this makes this Thunder God General have an outstanding status among the six saints.

There is no mountain road in Jixiao Mountain, it is almost grassy and lifeless.

The sea of ​​clouds coiled around halfway up the mountain, with lightning flashing and thunder bursting, and the scene higher up in Jixiao Mountain could not be seen at all.

Chen Pingan flew all the way among the rocks and climbed high.

Chen Pingan stopped suddenly, and found that there was a splendid light on the side of Diyong Mountain, and there was a constant roar.

It seemed that there was a fierce battle with great momentum.

That scholar has entered the den of thieves

Chen Ping stepped up to the top.

Approaching the sea of ​​thunder and lightning clouds halfway up the mountain, there were streaks of lightning whipping and whipping.

They were all punched by Chen Pingan. After half a stick of incense, no less than a hundred thunderbolts were scattered, and Chen Pingan's vision suddenly became clear with numb arms.

At the height of the top of Jixiao Mountain, there is a thicker sea of ​​clouds, and the golden lightning lights are like pillars, all slanting down to the top of the mountain, and the huge thunder is shocking to the eardrums.

Even Chen Ping'an was a little dazed. After taking a deep breath, he continued to climb the mountain.

Near the top of the mountain, thunder and lightning were like a cage, unable to get close, so Chen Pingan had to stand up with his sword.

Stepping on the sword fairy, looking intently, the top of Jixiao Mountain turned out to be a thunder pond as big as a small pond, the plasma was as thick as water, and snowflakes rolled.

There is a crooked stone tablet with six big characters written "Xianjian Pond in Doushuyuan", all of which are ancient seal characters on the authentic Danshu.

The stele must not be a vulgar object, otherwise it would not be able to withstand the thunder and lightning for so many years, it was only skewed without any damage, not even a crack appeared.

Chen Ping stopped with his sword.

He clearly knew that this Thunder Pond was a small fairyland that even the Zongzitou immortal family dreamed of.

But there is no way to start.

As for whether any treasures of heaven and earth will be bred in the thunder pool, there is no way to spy.

Chen Pingan didn't even know what the "Doushu Yuan" was, and he didn't even know the real secret decree of Lei Fa.

Just like the opportunity in Baojing Mountain, Yang Chongxuan could wait, because he came prepared and waited for it. If Chen Pingan guarded that mountain stream, it might be futile to wait for thousands of years.

Chen Ping glanced at the golden lightning above the thunder pool, weighed his physical toughness, and held it for a while, maybe he could, maybe he could jump into the thunder pool, and he could do it, support, but he was afraid that it would be easy to get in and difficult to get out. With the unknown restriction, the power of thunder and lightning suddenly increased, and the ending is unimaginable.Chen Ping moved his gaze upwards, whether he could let the Sword Immortal disturb the sea of ​​clouds and force Lei Chi to temporarily lose his "reinforcement"

The sword fairy under his feet was eager to try, trembling slightly, trembling slightly, as if he really wanted to compete with the noisy lightning and thunder.

Chen Ping'an was full of confusion.

This thunder pool can exist on the top of Jixiao Mountain, and no one has moved it so far. Whether it is Puyi or Jingguan City, it may not be possible. After all, they are heroic spirits born from ghosts, not orthodox gods.

However, the monks on the top of Luzhou Mountain in Beiju couldn't walk along this "Sword Washing Pond" under the eyes of Guishen Valley.

As for whether the Pima sect had plans for Lei Chi, or whether they were powerless, God knows.

It should be known that Jixiao Mountain is not far from Qinglu Town.

Zhu Quan, the patriarch of the Pima Sect, is not a big monk who would be afraid of Puzhen and Jingguancheng. If he can succeed, he should not be vague in his actions.

That is, it is more likely that Lei Chi will not be able to be moved.

Washing Sword Pool

Can sharpen the sword, sharpen the edge

But whether it is Sword Immortal or Flying Sword Junior 15, there seems to be no joy for Lei Chi, especially the first day of junior high school, it is extremely quiet.

Chen Pingan sighed softly.

I hope that if there is a sect in Luopi Mountain in the future, when the disciples go out to travel, whether it is Pei Qian, Cen Yuanji, or someone with a lower seniority, when they encounter these innate secret treasures and opportunities, they will not be like themselves. This is helpless, so you can rely on the collection and inheritance of many mountains, including Luopo Mountain, to know the affairs of the world and take as many opportunities as possible.

Looking down at the surrounding area, Chen Ping found that Jixiao Mountain under the Thunder Pond, except for the lack of vegetation, had a few rocky cliffs, shining brightly and dotted with stars under the lightning.

Chen Ping fell down, and the sword fairy returned to its sheath by itself.

Chen Pingan came to a rocky cliff and found a slender golden vein that was as long as an arm. He stretched out his finger and touched it.

Surprised, Chen Pingan pulled out the sword fairy, and began to cut and dig out the "vein" from the cliff. In the end, the golden thread was quiet in the depression of the cliff, like a golden bamboo whip, with The golden light is erratic.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the golden bamboo whip, his palm was burning like coals, and after a while, Chen Pingan let go of his hand, already sweating and dizzy.

Chen Pingan wiped off the sweat on his forehead, quickly twisted his fingers together, and put it into the things within his reach.

He also flew into the sky with his sword, looking for the next location of the "bamboo whip" that contained the true meaning of Lei Fa.

Swimming around the top of Jixiao Mountain with Yujian, I only found the scenery of golden light flowing everywhere, falling down again and again, like a diligent old farmer, digging up large and small bamboo whips, the smallest piece, but the length of fingers, The longest part is more than half the height of a person. If it can be refined, it can be made into a trekking stick.

Chen Ping swam around with his sword again, and after confirming that there was no more golden light or golden thread, he directly plunged down with his sword, passed through the sea of ​​clouds, scattered all the thunder and lightning that came randomly, and successfully landed. Xiaoshan.

Chen Ping put away the sword fairy into its sheath, looked up, thought of the thunder pond, felt a little regretful, but thought of the five golden thunder whips in the distance, and felt a little happy.

Suffer

Chen Ping shook his head, and said silently: "Forgot? It shouldn't be yours, so don't think too much about it."

Chen Pingan turned his head to look at the side of Diyong Mountain, the movement was even bigger, and the radiance of the magic weapon was constantly blooming in the sky.

In the dark, there seemed to be a voice echoing in my heart.

kill him.

This voice is neither sad nor happy, neither good nor evil.

But it made Chen Pingan feel extremely shocked and terrified.

That him, Chen Ping'an was very sure, was the scholar.

Chen Ping closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, his eyes were clear again, without any hesitation, he rushed towards Diyong Mountain.

Either kill or save.

It's better than escaping.

This is the third time I have heard my inner voice sounding from nowhere.

The first time was when I went down the mountain when I was young, returned to Mud Bottle Lane, and rolled on the ground.

That time was also three words, the heart was beating like thunder, and if there was a drum beating, the gods and men would shout angrily.

Can't die.

The boundary of Baojing Mountain.

A young man in shabby clothes, in high spirits.

Because he was accompanied by a goddess who walked out of the Tianguan map of the mural city.

Such a high-ranking fairy woman did not walk side by side with him, but was always a step behind him.

abide by the distinction of honor and inferiority

She is the rain goddess

Not only that, but she also told him that her name is Shushi and she has no surname.Within Jiazi, they will do their best to help him practice and climb high.

The young man likes the feeling of being watched by everyone. When he walked out of the mural city, until the Goddess of Rain told him that there was a chance that belonged to him in the Ghost Valley. After passing the archway, everyone was looking at him, and they were all looking up to him.

He was finally no longer that poor wretch who was burdened with blood and deep hatred but shouted every day that he should not, and that the earth was not working.

He even suddenly felt that the enmity didn't seem so serious after having the Rain Goddess follow and serve him.

The self-proclaimed Shushi Goddess told herself that her current cultivation strength is equivalent to the golden core of a qi trainer, but when it comes to defense and life preservation, she can be regarded as the Nascent Soul Realm.

This made him full of confidence, so even if she told him clearly that the fate of Baojing Mountain was unpredictable, he didn't have any hesitation, whether it was a good day or not, now fate is up to me

He asked her questions and answers along the way, and she knew everything without saying anything.

Only who was the young woman standing under the mural at the beginning, on this matter, the goddess remained silent.

After approaching Baojing Mountain, Goddess Xingyu suddenly stopped in her tracks, looked solemnly, raised her head to look halfway up the mountain, and told him slowly, "This opportunity may not be good. Jiang Qujiang, I hope you will consider it carefully."

A look of surprise flashed across the young man's face, but soon his eyes became firm, and he gritted his teeth and said, "God owes me so much, so I should pay me back some interest."

Deep in her heart, the goddess sighed slightly.

When they passed the dilapidated pavilion temple, the old fox of Xishan with a cane appeared again.

The young man who was as virtuous as Beggar Yang, the old fox just ignored it, and stared at the erratic goddess. There is still a goddamn existence in the world who can break the wrist with the appearance of his daughter. Why don't you die? The girls quickly rolled to the Guhun Stream halfway up the mountain, fell headlong into the water, and fell dead.

The old fox of Xishan suddenly noticed a detail, smiled at her and asked: "My fairy, you and your young master are going up the mountain?"

Goddess Xingyu has a clear understanding of this old fox's playing tricks.

Jiang Qujiang smiled slightly.

Xishan old fox knew it in his heart.

Sure enough, it was a big fat fish that was stupid, and it was much easier to deal with than the chicken thief and heartless guy wearing a bucket hat.

But since this is the case, even if this foolish boy is blessed with foolishness, ordinary down-and-out monks, how can there be such an outstanding and beautiful woman following him, and he can walk to this Baojing Mountain safely, then let yourself It's better to let the kid's daughter be his wife, let that girl be a concubine

The old fox of Xishan laughed and said: "My son, you don't know something. This old man is the land lord of Baojing Mountain, but my daughter is a river woman in the deep stream on the mountain. If I want to get this opportunity, I lack our father and daughter." , But absolutely not, wait for a moment, the old man will go and call his daughter over, the young master is a dragon and phoenix, he should win the fate, if the lucky fate has a spirit, he should even jump out by himself and jump into the young master. It's right in your arms, otherwise the laws of heaven are too much, the laws of nature are too much to tolerate, my lord, wait a moment, the old man will come when he goes, my daughter, who is beautiful and beautiful, is the most admired handsome man like you."

Jiang Qujiang was a little confused.

Goddess Xingyu asked, "Do you really want to go up the mountain to find treasure?"

Jiang Qujiang frowned, this is the third time she reminded

Jiang Qujiang asked softly: "At the beginning of the book, if fortune and misfortune are hard to determine, since you are good at inferring, it is probably good or bad."

The goddess replied: "It's a little strange. When we left the mural city, the blessings and misfortunes were ninety-one. When we arrived at the archway at the entrance of the ghost valley, the blessings and misfortunes changed to seven and three. Now it is fifty-five."

Jiang Qujiang looked at the Goddess of Xingyu who had always been deserted, and now she showed a slight frown, which was so touching. His eyes were in a trance, but he was wandering all the way. He was able to calm down quickly, and said with a smile: "Five to five points is already very good, go up the mountain"

At the beginning, that piece was coveted by the immortal master on the mountain because of that ancestral jade pendant, and his family suffered a tragic accident. He was the only one who lived alone in the family of the prefect. What, it's just a bet on what if, what if

The old fox of Xishan quickly brought the daughter Wei Taizhen who was holding a small green umbrella.

After seeing the young man, the girl Hu Mei felt as if struck by lightning, her pretty face blushed.

Even she herself felt strange.

The old fox of Xishan secretly rejoiced, there was a play

The young man was also a little demented when he saw his daughter.

Alas, this kid is just a little stupid.

But the old fox thought about it again, this is a great thing.

If the future son-in-law is stupid and has more money, it will be better than that shrewd ghost wearing a bamboo hat

Afraid of comparing goods, the Xishan old fox looked at the young man more pleasingly.

At this moment, a burly young man rushed over, grabbed Laohu and Wei Taizhen with both hands, shook his head vigorously and said: "Don't go, if you don't go, Yang Chongxuan may be waiting for the marriage prophecy given to my sister by the wandering Taoist today. , it’s not necessarily a good thing, those cultivators on the mountain, each one is more far-reaching than the other.”

The old fox of Xishan was furious. First he broke his two paws with all his strength, and then kicked the silly son away, "Don't delay your sister's lifelong event here."

Wei Gaowu struggled to get up, and wanted to stop his sister from climbing the mountain, but the old fox threw the wooden stick in his hand, hit his forehead, rolled his eyes, fell to the ground, and said in a thin voice like a mosquito, "You can't go up the mountain."

The Goddess of Xingyu looked at the old fox in Xishan, and the umbrella girl who had just opened her heart.

For some reason, I always feel that I am looking at them, overlooking them like this, without any ripples in my heart.

So the young woman who stood under the mural domineeringly ordered her to look at herself the same way?

Who is she

Why can you let yourself be so awed as if it's a natural instinct

Two groups of people climbed the mountain hand in hand.

Although Jiang Quhe was patient in every possible way, he couldn't help but glance at the girl a few more times.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

The goddess of rain named Shushi behind him will make him feel ashamed, and he can't help thinking that he can only watch from a distance and not play with it.

But this girl holding a small green umbrella is different.

Every moment, he is lovable and makes his heart beat.

On the other side of the deep stream, Yang Chongxuan stood up, his eyes were hot, and he said slowly: "Very good, a mural city goddess with mediocre combat power, just used it to practice."

Without the slightest casual expression, Yang Chongxuan's bones were like firecrackers, exploding every step of the way.

The majestic Gang Qi poured down the whole body in an instant like a waterfall.

The next moment, the fist intent was restrained like a mustard seed, and Yang Chongxuan sat back on the snow-white stone cliff, returning to the tired and lazy appearance of these years.

That fox charm girl has a long-standing restriction passed down from generation to generation on her body, and she answered the ancestral prophecy "Open the door when you see the hairpin, climb the height with the pearl".

As long as she meets the person she loves in marriage, she will fall in love for the first time. When a man sees a hairpin and a fox meets him, one of her eyes will become the key to unlock the deep hole.

At that time, Yang Chongxuan will cut out her eyeball and climb to the top of Baojing Mountain. Since it is a three-mountain mirror, the place where the door opens is not a deep stream at all, but a dragon's head on the top of Baojing Mountain. How the lord of Jingguan City was able to find the method of obtaining the mirror under the water is a great secret. Before, I had already learned the prophecy, and I still had to wait, and I couldn’t wait until I died. It’s not that there are no ancestors who wanted to take the mirror by brute force, but they couldn’t do it. Later, Xiangci City exhausted countless manpower and financial resources. The move to move the mountain was secretly instructed by Yunxiao Palace, but it was a pity that it also failed.Some great fortunes in the world are so unreasonable.

Because of that prophecy and the phrase "A treasure from the mountain", the Patriarch of the Yang family, who has been a gentleman in feathers for generations, has never been able to decipher it. It was not until he and his younger brother were born. suddenly realized.

Yang Chongxuan sat cross-legged, resting his chin with one hand, waiting and watching.

A group of people are now on the other side.

The happy old fox of Xishan.

Wei Taizhen, a fox charmer who still doesn't know that her life is on the verge of death, if she cuts off that eyeball, she cuts off all her energy, so there is no reason for her to survive

Jiang Qujiang with a smile on his face.

The Goddess of Rain with a heavy expression.

The corner of Yang Chongxuan's mouth was slightly smiling.

So what if it's replaced by the mural city hanging inkstone goddess who is good at fighting

At the beginning, he had risen from the strongest six realms in the world to the warrior gold realm.

The Goddess of Xingyu hesitated to speak.

Standing on the bank, Jiang Qujiang looked down at the mountain stream, and saw a golden light swimming slowly at the bottom of the water, rising up and becoming clearer and clearer. It was indeed in the shape of a woman's hairpin. He pointed, "It's the golden hairpin." "

The young girl Wei Taizhen covered her mouth, her eyes were dim with tears, she was about to cry, she was so pitiful, nothing could be more than that.

It's him

He is his destined wishful husband.

The girl suddenly felt a stabbing pain, and subconsciously blinked her eyes. One of her extremely agile eyes began to condense golden light from all over her body. Directly, blood continued to ooze from between her fingers.

The girl looked delicate, but in fact she had a stubborn temperament and an extremely strong temper. She gritted her teeth and squatted down, even though the pain made her delicate body tremble like a sieve, she still didn't say a word.

How can there be a woman in the world who would like a man who fell in love at first sight to see such an unbearable scene

Yang Chongxuan looked left and right, but he didn't see that stupid big man, he was a little disappointed.

when he stood up.

Jiang Qujiang and Xishan Laohu stepped back almost at the same time.

If there is a majestic mountain pressing down on you.

The goddess of rain finally said: "We don't want this opportunity, you just take it yourself"

When Yang Chongxuan stopped deliberately suppressing his energy, the whole deep stream began to shake.

After Yang Chongxuan stretched his waist, he stared at the so-called Goddess of Heaven, and said with a sneer, "It depends on my mood."

Goddess Xingyu stared intently at the extremely dangerous man on the opposite bank, and said in a deep voice, "Go first, don't hesitate, the farther the better, go directly to Qinglu Town"

"Just run."

Yang Chongxuan laughed loudly: "I'd like to see if it's my fists that are fast, or their legs that are fast."

Goddess Xingyu raised her hand lightly, and the whole deep stream of water was agitated as if ordered, and then the surface of the water rose up with a bang, and a wall of tens of feet high was erected between her and Yang Chongxuan in an instant. ice wall.

Fortunately, she was fighting near the water, so she had the advantage.

One punch easily broke through the water wall.

Putting her two fingers together, the goddess lightly touched it, and the stream at the source of the mountain stream turned into a water dragon, rushing towards the mid-air Yang Chongxuan who leaped across.

Yang Chongxuan stood still in the air, stretched out a palm casually, the gangster energy was like a rainbow, and collided with the water dragon, they were all shattered, under the sunlight, a rainbow hung on the halfway of Baojing Mountain.

Yang Chongxuan stepped out earlier and was about to walk to the opposite bank. The Goddess of Rain took a step back and swirled her hands. A clear water mirror as big as the mouth of a well appeared in front of her. A golden ancient seal appeared around the edge of the mirror.

Yang Chongxuan laughed loudly, leaped forward, and threw out a punch, but frowned slightly, the water mirror was not broken, but the whole person was in a misty illusion.

Yang Chongxuan sneered: "Well, I know some tricks, but don't you know what my surname is? Together with the talisman formation, this is Luzhou in the north, and our Yang family is well-deserved authentic."

Damn, when thinking of this, Yang Chongxuan couldn't help remembering that Liu Jinglong again, so angry that he simply didn't break the formation with his family's spells, but twisted his body around and came out. The fist was like a rainbow, blasting fists in all directions, and scattered in agitation. Yang Chongxuan laughed and said, "I'll see how long you can hold on to this bewildering illusion."

Yang Chongxuan looks like a madman, like a demon descended into the world, his fists are so thick, how can an ordinary golden body martial artist have the atmosphere

On the bank of the deep ravine, Jiang Quhe saw the Goddess of Rain walking slowly towards the water step by step. The water mirror in front of her was shaking and breaking, and she kept repairing the mirror with deep ravine water.

Goddess Xingyu struggled to hold on, feeling sad in her heart, she no longer wanted the three behind her to leave Baojing Mountain, because she was sure that they were destined not to escape.

Even if he left Baojing Mountain, he would still be caught up by that lunatic.

The end is set.

Even if she wantonly draws water from the deep stream of Baojing Mountain, she can only support half a stick of incense at most, or even less.

Jiang Quhe's face was pale, and he murmured: "How could this happen and shouldn't be like this."

The old fox in Xishan finally realized the tragedy of his daughter, and squatted aside, but it was useless. The old fox was so anxious that he finally began to regret why he didn't listen to the words of that silly son.

Yang Chongxuan stood still in the water mirror illusion, "The hot hands are over, let's stop playing."

Taking a deep breath, he put out a fist, like an ancient god, man and heavenly general, trying to split the river. It was the fist that he had learned from a family-passed picture of the fighting of gods when he was young.

The water mirror shattered suddenly, like a glass of colored glass hitting the ground, shattering into pieces.

The Goddess of Rain had no choice but to change her magical powers, control the deep water transport, turn into a pair of armor, put it on her body, and tried to block the man's progress as much as possible.

In just an instant, that person came to her, pierced her abdomen with a punch, slowly withdrew his arm, then circled around with the other hand, grabbed her head, threw it on the ground, and finally Stepped on her forehead, looked down, and said with a tsk-tsk smile: "As expected of a goddess, she is really similar to the golden body of those mountain and water gods, the blood is golden yellow, and ordinary gods, after being punched by me, It should be smashed, not bad, after I get the mirror, I will restore your strength, you and I will continue to fight, don't worry, after finishing the business, my punches will be three points slower, three points less powerful, absolutely not Such a quick decision, the man is too fast, it is shameful."

Yang Chongxuan spoke politely, but suddenly increased the strength on his feet, pushing the whole head of the Goddess of Rain into the snow-white stone cliff, making it impossible for her to draw water from the deep stream for the time being.

Yang Chongxuan bent down and said with a smile: "If I continue to delay my business, I will break your neck."

The Rain Goddess struggled hard, her fingers moved slightly, still trying to draw water from the deep stream.

The nine goddesses in the mural city, after they walked out of the picture scroll, as long as they were on the line of life and death, they were all so decisive and never complained.

Just after Yang Chongxuan planned to completely get rid of this goddess.

A voice sounded softly on the top of Baojing Mountain.

"It really is trash."

Yang Chongxuan looked up, stretched out his finger, and pointed at himself, "Could it be me?"

A weak woman who is not too beautiful, with a lion seal hanging from her waist, leaps lightly and falls from the top of the mountain.

Yang Chongxuan's thoughts changed sharply, and he was about to trample the goddess of rain to death under his feet.

The young woman had already laughed: "I advise you not to do this."

Even after witnessing Yang Chongxuan's superb ability in close combat, the woman still walked towards Yang Chongxuan slowly.

Not only that, she also flicked her fingers twice in front of Yang Chongxuan, sending Jiang Quhe and Xishan Laohu flying out.

The woman glanced sideways at the Goddess Xingyu, who had suffered a miserable end, her eyes were full of sarcasm, "The king of spring is in the first month, the heavy rain is shaking, and the book begins. Such a good name is wasted."

Yang Chongxuan felt astonished, put away the strength of his feet, and asked: "Are you?"

The woman said: "Li Liu."

Yang Chongxuan raised his palm and rubbed his chin, "I haven't heard of it."

Li Liu smiled and said slowly: "I told the prophecy about this mirror to the founder of your family. At that time, he was still wearing crotch pants. At that time, your Yang family was still poor. That child My son's trousers are so mended that they can't hide the bird or cover the buttocks."

Yang Chongxuan laughed out loud, almost crying.

Damn he'd never heard such a funny joke in his life.

Li Liu also laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were curved like wicker, gentle and graceful, extremely beautiful.

Yang Chongxuan suddenly thought of someone.

He couldn't quite smile.

Yang Chongxuan tentatively asked: "The fourth one is actually the one that made Liu Jinglong feel the same way."

The woman tilted her head slightly, smiled and squinted her eyes, and replied, "I've never heard of Liu Jinglong."

Yang Chongxuan's eyes widened.

Oops, this bitch is strong enough, she can pretend better than myself, to my liking

It's just that Yang Chongxuan murmured a little. Before he entered the golden body that time, an expert made a fortune for himself, saying that he should be careful in the next ten years, or he would be hurt by a woman.

At that time, he mistakenly thought that he was going to commit suicide, which made him feel scared when he saw a beautiful woman.

After all, he is still half a cultivator, and once he falls into love, it will be quite troublesome.

But in fact, that hexagram, shouldn't it mean that I will be hurt by the girl in front of me?

The distance between the two was no more than five steps, and she finally stood still.

She said, "It's a bit difficult to kill you, and the price is a bit high."

It seems that she is worried.

But Yang Chongxuan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Even facing the old gods in Xiaoxuan Duguan, he had never been so on guard.

It wasn't long after Chen Ping quietly sneaked into the territory under the jurisdiction of Diyong Mountain.

A foreigner from Liuxiazhou, and the Goddess Hanging Inkstone who took the lead in turning painted murals into line drawings, left the mural city and climbed the mountain together. , had a good talk with the old fairy teacher, one of the three ancestors of the Pima Sect, and then directly arrived at Qinglu Town through the help of the Pima Sect secret method. A trip to Jixiao Mountain.

According to the deduction of the goddess Chunguan back then, if the opportunity of Baojing Mountain is a gift prepared by Goddess Xingyu for the master, then the pocket thunder pond in Jixiao Mountain is in the pocket of Goddess Hangyan.

Although it is far from being able to compare with the Leichi in the inverted mountain in terms of scale and rank, it is also a great blessing that is equivalent to a half-immortal soldier.

At the same time, Goddess Chunguan also deduced these two opportunities, and whether it is the mirror of Baojing Mountain or the Thunder Pool, once caught, there will be other great opportunities to follow in the future. This is the really important mystery.

It's just what it is specifically, just like their true identity, if there are many obstacles in front of them, they can't be solved.

The two who have been counted as Taoist couples travel far away with the wind.

Goddess Gu Yan was upright, and said with a smile: "I'm much luckier than that sister Xingyu. I have such a bad mood on the stall, and I have to follow him for a year. If it were me, I would die. That young man Compared with the master, it is really a thousand miles away."

The man was a little helpless, but his eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "Huoling, don't compare yourself with others. Since ancient times, those who win themselves are better than others."

Goddess Hang Yan nodded with a smile, "Got it, master."

After approaching Jixiao Mountain, she was very excited. There was no reason, she just took a look at the sea of ​​clouds winding halfway up the mountain, and she was happy, and she was even more happy when she took another look at the sea of ​​clouds high on the mountain top.

As soon as she grabbed the man's hand, she flew and galloped over the sea of ​​clouds below. The lightning was surprisingly docile, and did not launch any offensive against them. Instead, she jumped slowly on the surface of the sea of ​​clouds, showing very closeness to her.

When they reached the top of Jixiao Mountain, the two of them hovered in the air, and Goddess Hangyan pointed to the stone tablet on the top of the mountain, and said with a smile, "Master, do you know those words?"

The man glanced at it, nodded and said, "The Sword Washing Pond of the Doushuyuan is an important place for the gods of the Thunder Department to clean weapons in ancient times. It's like a dark spirit traveling far away, visiting the ruins of the two courtyards and one department, but after waking up from the dream, I don't remember those scenes very clearly, in short, I feel very mysterious."

Goddess Hang Yan was very happy.

She glanced down and suddenly frowned.

The man wondered: "What's wrong?"

Goddess Hangyan was murderous, and said: "Master, a few thunder whips are missing. I don't know if some thief stole them, or the monsters here have occupied them privately."

The man shook his head and said, "Since it's a chance, whether it's stolen by someone else or taken by this monster, it's all predestined, so there's no need to get angry."

Goddess Hang Yan let out an oh.

Immediately with a smile on her face, she gently took off the small ancient inkstone with "electricity" engraved on her waist, and threw it forward.

On the top of Jixiao Mountain, there was a magnificent and astonishing scene.

I saw the entire thunder pond rising from the ground, and swept into the inkstone together with the sea of ​​clouds and lightning.

About a quarter of an hour later, Goddess Gu Yan shouted softly: "Come back."

Gu Yan returned to her hand and handed it to the man, "Master, please take a look."

The man looked down, and in the ancient inkstone, there was a thunder pool like a pool of golden ink.

It's not amazing.

The man asked her to put away the ancient inkstone and look into the distance, "It's time to return home."

The Goddess of Hangyan joked playfully: "Master, if this counts as returning home, you have to thank me. How to thank me is simple. I heard that Liuxiazhou has a very high sky, so the five thunders are complete. Master just needs to take me to eat to my heart's content." "

The man couldn't help laughing, it's rare for her to have such a childlike side.

On the other side of Diyong Mountain.

The scholar was chased and killed by a group of golden core monsters in a panic, running around, and even the golden core ghosts temporarily took charge of the formation of protecting the mountain, and they tried to force the ground to stabilize after the mountain roots were broken and the water transportation was destroyed. Form a barrier with a high place to prevent the scholar from escaping with that weird escaping method. If it was just this magic technique, the scholar would have run away long ago. He never thought that the golden core ghost named White Cage City has an unimaginable treasure that can possess it. The body scholar does not hurt the soul, but it can follow you like a shadow, and you can't get rid of it no matter what.

The scholar rolled in the air, narrowly avoiding the bombardment of a magic weapon, and was thrown into the dust.

He smiled suddenly, flew in one direction, and shouted: "Good man!"

Chen Pingan, who showed the face of an old man, twitched the corners of his mouth and said softly, "Brother Mu Mao."

In the next scene, all the monsters were confused and looked at each other, but they stopped chasing and killing each other.

The scholar twisted out a golden talisman with two fingers.

Throw it at the ally who appears to be coming to the rescue.

And that guy also drew his sword out of its sheath, and slashed at the talisman that burst out like a golden sun leaping over the sea.

A huge qi ripple spread out in all directions.

Like a mountain being smashed into a lake.

When the sword light dissipated together like a talisman.

At that moment, the scholar's momentum changed completely, his eyes were dazzling, and he deliberately restrained his aura. This was an act of letting go, the scholar rushed straight at Chen Pingan, and said softly: "First cut off the tarsal shadow on my body, Then go together."

Chen Pingan nodded, and stretched out his sword, just in time to hit the shadow.

The scholar who seemed to be a different person was relieved, and was about to express his sincere thanks.

Another punch came.

Both eyes are black.

Your uncle.