"I know who you are." Bai Ze looked at the woman across the river, and looked at the red leopard and fox crawling in the grass on the other side. The two spirit beasts lay lazily together, not looking at Bai Ze. Ze glance.
"Huh?" she asked in a nasal voice, as if she was curious.
She could tell at a glance that the young man in front of her looked like a disguised man. In fact, he is just a twelve-year-old child.
In this way, she didn't care even if she was being looked at.
"Riding the red leopard and following the striped raccoon, you are a mountain ghost." Bai Ze said.
"Jiuzhou Yiling Zhi" records that mountain ghosts are mountain spirits who are good at singing and dancing. They ride on red leopards and follow striped raccoons. They have a gentle temperament and often live in deep mountains.
"You are interesting." The mountain ghost came over from the water and asked, "Did he ask you to come?"
"Ah, him?" Bai Ze was confused. "Who is he? I came here to find some earth spirit roots. Did Sister Shangui make something wrong?"
"Isn't it?" The mountain ghost looked indescribably sad, like an epiphyllum in the mist, stepping onto the water step by step. With a move of his bare hands, the broken sword at Bai Ze's waist was unsheathed and flew into her hand.
"I picked up this sword in an unknown cave." Bai Ze saw that the mountain ghost seemed to be interested in the broken sword and said.
"A broken sword has no edge, how to hide the edge?" The mountain ghost stroked the rusty blade of the broken sword, and his bare hand shook, and Haoran's spiritual power turned a clear green color and poured into the hidden edge.
"Buzz!——"
The sudden change.
I saw the Zangfeng sword suddenly emitting a dazzling halo, and the rust on the sword that Bai Ze couldn't rub off before was actually falling off bit by bit!
The river was lit up by the green aura, and the red leopard and raccoon on the other side raised its head alertly, staring at the silhouette of the mountain ghost, its ears twitching.
"This..." Bai Ze was stunned.
The white arms of the mountain ghost are rendered by Zang Feng like beautiful jade, and the soft side face is serious and melancholy, which is heart-warming.
"Why not, let's change the name to Wu Feng." Shan Gui Xiu wiped his hand and wiped out the inscription of the Zang Feng sword. In an instant, the word "Zang Feng" was forcibly changed to "Wufeng"!
This woman's cultivation level is probably at least beyond the realm of the supreme being.
In this Dushan Mountain, there is indeed a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! What is the strength of the legendary Dushan King, the Snow-Winged Wolf King?
All the rust on the edgeless sword peeled off. Under the moonlight, Yi Ren stood alone, holding the sword in his hand, and the cold light swallowed it up.
"Give it back to you." The mountain ghost only looked at it for a moment, raised his hand, and flew the edgeless sword into Bai Ze's waist with a scabbard made of bamboo tubes.
"Sister Shangui, you are so awesome!" Bai Ze admired from the bottom of his heart, and pulled out the edgeless sword from his waist. The rust faded away, and the broken sword body was as bright as autumn water, and the cold light shone.
Judging from the spiritual power injected into it by the mountain ghost just now, and the radiance of the edgeless sword, this broken sword is at least a high-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapon!
If it hadn't been broken, it would have been an earth-level spiritual weapon, which is not necessarily impossible. After all, this is the personal sword of the Half-Step Sword Immortal King Zhihuan.
"When you are as old as me, you will be like this too." The mountain ghost greeted softly, and two spiritual beasts, the red leopard and the raccoon dog, lazily swam over from the other side of the river.
"Sister Shangui, how old are you?" Bai Ze blurted out, and then he thought that it would be very impolite to ask a woman's age directly, so he quickly changed his mind: "It's okay if you don't want to tell me!"
Shangui glanced at Bai Ze, tilted his head, and seemed to be thinking seriously. He lightly opened his red lips and said, "About three hundred years old."
"Ah?" Bai Ze couldn't believe it, "But it looks like you're only a little older than me."
The mountain ghost chuckled. This was the first time Bai Ze saw her smile, and he was fascinated by it. "Then think clearly, should you call me sister or grandma?"
"Of course I call you sister!" Bai Ze blurted out without thinking.
The mountain ghost sat on the red leopard who was crossing the river, held the striped raccoon in his arms, walked slowly towards Hengshan, and asked: "You said you are here to find Dilinggen?"
"That's right." Bai Ze followed, "But I searched all afternoon and couldn't find one."
"If you are willing to stay with me for a while and tell me about the world outside Dushan, I can consider giving you some earth spirit roots." Mountain Ghost said, sighing leisurely, "I have...for a hundred years, I have not left. It’s Dushan. I’ve almost forgotten what the outside world is like.”
"Then why don't you go out and have a look?" Bai Ze asked her curiously.
"..." The answer to him was only silence.
The two people moved forward slowly as the stars wandered in the boundless Milky Way, the vast mountains, and the river banks lit up by lantern grass.
The mountain ghost's bare feet are not stained by dust. He is sitting on the red leopard, and his profile looks like a sculpture in a fairy mountain palace.
After a long time, when Bai Ze almost thought that the mountain ghost was angry, she finally spoke, but she changed the subject and asked: "Are you a sword cultivator?"
"Yes." Bai Ze nodded, "Master said that there are two types of sword cultivation, one is sword control, and the other is air sword. What I cultivate is the second type, air sword."
"Your master is quite an expert." Shangui said, unable to see clearly his emotions, "How is your Qi Sword training going?"
"The cultivation level has not reached the other side, and the true energy cannot be released, so the Qi Sword cannot be cultivated." Bai Ze scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Huh?" Shangui asked him, "Who told you that you can't cultivate the Qi Sword until you reach the other side and your true energy cannot be released?"
"Isn't it?" Bai Zeqi asked.
"Don't you have too many misunderstandings about qi swords?" Shangui explained, "Does the sword qi have to come from the swordsman's body? In other words, for the sword qi to be cut out, the true qi must be necessary?"
Bai Ze suddenly realized that what the mountain ghost said was the sword that Xie Xuan taught him. !
The sword energy borrowed from heaven and earth does not need the true energy in the body to transform into a sword!
"It seems like you understand?" Mountain Ghost asked.
"Understood!" Bai Ze nodded.
"I still have some understanding." Shangui was surprised at Bai Ze's ability to understand, and said: "Well, if you are willing, I can give you some advice. But in exchange, during the period when you are traveling with me, I will give you three meals a day." Food, you need to pack it."
"Ah! It's you!" Bai Ze always felt like there were a pair of eyes looking at him from behind, but now he finally knew who the owner of those eyes was.
"The rabbit is roasted well." The mountain ghost commented, and touched the soft fur on the red leopard's neck. It felt so comfortable that it half-closed its eyes and swayed its thick tail.
Bai Ze remembered that while he was roasting the rabbit, Shan Gui Yuemuo had already gone down the mountain to bathe in the river bend. In this way, he could still know what happened in Hengshan. Could it be that every plant, tree, flower and stone in the mountain was her eyes?
In this way, Bai Ze, the eldest disciple of the Kyushu Sword Emperor, became Shangui's little follower.
It's just that Bai Ze didn't expect that the Hengshan Mountains in the Dushan Mountains, which are warm in winter and cool in summer, would be such a treasured place that feels like spring all year round.
The mountain ghost took him into her residence, where there was really moonlight over a lotus pond. Yao grass is blooming as far as the eye can see. Wherever the breeze passes, there are thousands of thin willows and thatched huts and grass pavilions falling in the valley. It is beautiful and picturesque.
There is a lotus pond, where the lotus flowers bloom forever. It is full of greenery, hibiscus and water, and natural carvings.
"What a beautiful place." Bai Ze praised.
The mountain ghost patted the red leopard on the head, and the spirit beast hummed softly in comfort and walked away alone.
The mountain ghost stepped on the moonlight, his feet untainted by dust, hugged the striped raccoon, and floated onto the winding wooden bridge of the lotus pond.
Bai Ze followed behind, and the fragrance of the lotus pond filled people's hearts. The deeper they walked, the lotus leaves gradually submerged the two figures, and the moonlight sprinkled into the world, outlining the beautiful figures emerging from the dust, like fairies in the Moon Palace.
There is a waterside pavilion in the center of the lotus pond, with two bamboo chairs, nectar and fine wine on the table, Yao flowers as bowls, lotus leaves as the table, and hazy lanterns dotted around, making it look like a fairyland.
"Please take a seat." The mountain ghost sat down with Wenli in his arms, poured the dew and wine from the jade pot into the Yao bowl, and took a sip, his eyebrows looking like a painting.
"Sister Shangui eats the wind and drinks the dew, doesn't she eat the fireworks of the world?" Bai Ze asked.
"If you don't eat the fireworks of the world, why are you so concerned about the rabbit you roasted?" The mountain ghost chuckled, which was better than the moonlight in the pond.
Bai Ze was stunned, picked up the Yao bowl, and took a sip of the jade nectar in the jade pot. The color was clear and moist, and the taste was indescribably refreshing and sweet.
"It tastes really good!" Bai Ze exclaimed, "much better than my master's green ant wine!"
"Can't you see that you are still drinking at a young age?" Shan Guisu waved his hand, and a mud jar appeared out of thin air on the lotus leaf table. Before it was opened, Bai Ze could already smell the strong aroma of wine.
"Sister also drinks?" Bai Ze felt that his understanding of mountain ghosts had been refreshed. Aren't fairies supposed to eat the wind and drink the dew, not eat the fireworks of the world, and wait for those equally innocent fairies to marry her off?
"There is a group of hozens in the back mountain. They have become refined over the years and have discovered this method of making wine. However, the wine they make is different from yours. The materials they use to make wine are peaches, plums, apricots and other fruits." Shan The ghost poured a glass of wine to Bai Ze, "These hozens often bring wine to me. I named this wine, monkey wine. Do you want to try it?"
"Monkey wine?" Bai Ze exclaimed that Jiuzhou is so big and full of wonders. He was curious and drank the monkey wine in one gulp.
When the wine enters the throat, it is not as irritating as green ants. It has a warm and refreshing fragrance, with a light fruity flavor, fragrant but not strong, and has an excellent taste.
"It tastes good, let's have another drink!" Bai Ze said, Shan Gui had not been in contact with the world for many years, so he didn't stop him at the moment. He poured another glass and drank with Bai Ze.
"This monkey wine is sweet when you first drink it, but it has great staying power." Mountain Ghost warned, "You have to be careful, don't fall drunk here and fall into the lotus pond. I won't fish you out."
"If you get drunk and fall into the lotus pond, then I will go into the water to catch a few big fish for Sister Shangui and roast them for later drinking, haha!" Bai Ze drank another glass.
While pushing cups and changing cups, the two chatted and laughed happily. Bai Ze told the mountain ghost all the interesting experiences and hearings he and Xie Xuan had while traveling in the northern border, which made the mountain ghost chuckle from time to time.
It's just that the smile is always not as good as the eyes. There is a layer of sadness that Bai Ze can't understand through it.
Bai Ze was drunk. Very drunk. He insisted on going into the water to catch the moon, but the mountain ghost caught him back and used a immobilization technique to pin him to a bamboo chair.
"Chen Yuanfang, you and I, brothers, will definitely reach the top of Kyushu!" Bai Ze started to talk nonsense and shouted loudly, "I will be the Sword Immortal in the future, and you will be the Sword Master! You and I will see the world of Kyushu..."
