At the bottom of Henggu Valley is the former residence of Shangui.
Bai Ze followed Linglu back here again, feeling mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't know what to feel.
Always rough, he jumped into the lotus pond to clean himself. Linglu followed him and swam twice in the lotus pond, feeling exhausted. But Bai Ze didn't expect Mu Qingling, a princess, to be so relaxed. A little far away from Bai Ze, she also went into the lotus pond to wash herself.
The thatched cottage of my former residence is still there, but the Yao flowers that once filled the valley have withered away. Because of the mountain ghost, this place seems to have lost its aura and is no longer like spring all year round. The lotus flowers in the other half of the lotus pond have also fallen and fallen leaves under the sweep of the golden wind, making everything look desolate.
Bai Ze saw his reflection in the water, and the green mountain ghost mark between his eyebrows was like his third eye. Thanks to it, Bai Ze now has sharp ears and eyes, and the sound of Bu Yuan Mu Qing Ling caressing the water is clear and clear to his ears.
The young man in the water recalled that night when the river bank at the foot of Hengshan Mountain was full of lantern grass. When he and the mountain ghost first met, she looked like a fairy in the water.
"Brother Lu, are you willing to tell me now what your relationship is with her?" Bai Ze lay flat on the water and looked at the nine-color spirit deer swimming in the water next to him.
Linglu stared intently at the mountain ghost mark between Bai Ze's eyebrows, but refused to communicate with Bai Ze.
The man and the beast looked at each other like this until Mu Qingling came out of the lotus pond, with her wet hair spread out. The deer slowly swam to the shore, landed on the shore, and went straight to the back mountain.
It can also smell the scent of mountain ghosts, just behind the mountain.
Bai Ze watched Ling Lu go away, dived into the lotus pond, caught two big fish, dug two lotus roots, climbed ashore and lit a fire, preparing to deal with his hungry belly.
The morning sun is tame, but winter is approaching and there is a chill in the air.
Mu Qingling breathed lightly, with a thin mist. She rubbed her calloused hands together and moved closer to the fire to keep warm. Misty mist steamed up from her hair.
The girl watched Bai Ze skillfully grilling the fish. After a while, she asked him: "Xiao Bai, are you and Jiuse Linglu?"
"An old friend of mine is very familiar with it." Bai Ze grilled the river fish seriously, "This is the place where she lived before."
"Has she gone out?" Mu Qingling is a girl after all, and she is very attentive. When she entered the thatched house and saw the withered flowers in the vase in front of the bedroom window and the small and exquisite wind chime, she knew that the old friend Bai Ze mentioned was a girl.
"Probably, right." Bai Ze smiled, but the smile was clearly far-fetched, not as deep as his eyes, and fleeting.
Mu Qingling looked at the surroundings calmly, vaguely understanding the meaning of Bai Ze's words.
She was confused again. She knew clearly that Bai Ze was only a twelve-year-old child, but when she first met him in Heyang City, she felt that Bai Ze didn't think like a child of that age.
Especially now, his bottomless eyes reflected the dancing firelight, as if he was older than her in terms of experience.
"The fish is baked, want to try it?" Bai Ze grilled the fish while Mu Qingling was stunned and handed it to her. He broke off a piece of washed lotus root and handed it over as well.
"Well, wait for me." Mu Qingling came to her senses, simply tied up her hair with a red ribbon, took Bai Ze's grilled fish, and took a bite obediently. Her tongue was so hot that she stuck it out, but refused to spit it out. He dropped it, blew in a breath, his pretty face turned red, "It's delicious!"
Bai Ze smiled when he saw this and took a bite of the white lotus root, but it was bitter.
He sighed, "Why is it so painful?"
"Really?" Mu Qingling also took a bite and looked at Bai Ze strangely, "It's not bitter, it's sweet."
Bai Ze smiled lightly and looked at the grilled fish in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking. He took a bite and chewed it carefully, but his mouth was full of bitterness.
Linglu came back when the sun was setting in the west. Bai Ze was meditating and adjusting his breath. The injuries in his body had already recovered. The pure Yang Qi was circulating in the body. The Qi flowed freely. He noticed the movement around him and opened his eyes. , exhaling a breath of turbid air.
The spirit deer lay lazily on the ground. It has a special constitution. In the past two days, the external injuries on its body have almost healed.
He was waiting for Du Ming to show up.
A master of Zhiwei who can lock the breath. Although Hengshan was big, Bai Ze was not lucky enough to think that Du Ming would lose their aura.
And counting the time, he should be arriving soon.
But until evening, no one from the Du family arrived yet. As night falls, the weather becomes colder. Mu Qingling lay on the wooden bed in the hut, closing her eyes to rest. Bai Ze was meditating in the cubicle, while Linglu was still lying on the side with a tired look, his head hanging down.
In the ninth level of the sea of suffering, if you want to reach heaven in one step, you must practice hard every day.
Xie Xuan said that the "Chun Yang Zhen Jing" has three levels of heaven, the first level is the sea of qi, the second level is the golden elixir, and the third level is the Nascent Soul.
When he reaches Nascent Soul, it will be the time when the foundation of pure Yang Qi is fully established.
In the Taoist mind method of Qi training, meditation is the entry point, breathing out is the threshold, and only when you can truly "swallow" it and take thousands of breaths in one breath can you be considered to be in the state of Qi training.
It's just that Bai Ze has only been refining pure Yang Qi for a short season, and half a year has not come yet. He is still far from reaching the state of swallowing. Tuna has only touched the door, which can be regarded as a half-entry.
However, in less than half a year, he broke through the seventh level of the Sea of Misery, and he was probably a genius that had not been seen in Kyushu for a century.
Although the ghosts of Zhongshan played an important role in this, the chance of heaven has always been regarded as a part of personal strength.
If Bai Ze wanted to, he could cross the sea right now and try to break through and reach the other shore. But he doesn't want to and won't do that. The ninth level of the sea of suffering is rising day by day. Since the sages and saints divided this realm into nine levels, they must have their reasons. The secrets of heaven and earth in this are not something Bai Ze can understand now.
The waning moon rose in the east. Bai Ze heard the movement in his ears and suddenly opened his eyes. Beside him, Linglu had already stood up. He glanced at Bai Ze and let out a low moan.
Bai Ze understood what it said, "It's coming."
He opened the door and strode out.
In this valley, the Yao flowers have withered. Half of the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were killed by the mountain ghost's sword. Their vitality was cut off, and half withered. All that was left was this thatched house.
Bai Ze didn't want this last hut to be destroyed.
The moonlight is like frost.
One person and one deer walked out of the thatched house and stood in the open space full of broken branches of Yao flowers.
Du Ming arrived, carrying a spiritual umbrella and a sinister look on his face. What Bai Ze didn't expect was that he was not alone. There were more than ten followers of the Du family behind him, including Du Qian, the young master of the Du family, and nearly twenty people.
"No wonder it came so slowly." Bai Zexin said.
When Du Ming saw Bai Ze appearing in front of him carefree, with a nine-color spirit deer standing next to him that was half a head taller than him, he felt suspicious.
In previous fights, this young man's methods were strange. It seems that he has already expected his arrival, could it be a scam?
Du Ming was suspicious by nature, but except for the young man and Ling Lu, there was only Mu Qingling in the hut, and no one else was around.
He glanced around and saw that this valley was quite ordinary. He did not see any hidden murderous intent, so he sneered and said solemnly: "Boy, why don't you run away? Now I will give you a chance to kidnap the princess and hand her over to me. I can consider saving your life."
"It's up to you whether to tie him up or not." Bai Ze chuckled, very much like Shan Gui's indifferent smile before he was alive. Then his eyes changed, and his murderous intent was revealed, "But I have the final say whether you die today. You today , will die here."
"What an arrogant young man!" Du Qian, the young master of the Du family, laughed angrily. A Huangshan Spirit Sword was unsheathed on his waist. The sword was three feet and three inches long. It was orange-yellow with dense mountain patterns. It pointed directly at Bai Ze. "Second Uncle , this son is only a sea of cultivation, my nephew can take care of him by himself! Why bother my second uncle to do it himself."
"Qian'er, this guy is weird, it's me." Du Ming stretched out his hand to stop Du Qian, his inner energy secretly surged, and glanced at the thatched hut at the bottom of the valley, "The princess is in that thatched hut now, you lead the people Go deal with her."
Hearing this, Du Qian's eyes flashed lustfully, he chuckled, sheathed his sword and stood up, saying: "Second uncle, you have been traveling abroad in the past few years and don't know anything about it. Mu Qingling, this little bitch, relies on her status as the princess. What a disrespectful act towards the children of our family! Today she falls into my hands, and my nephew will have to suffer a lot of humiliation before he is willing to give up!"
"It's up to you." Du Ming said, and then he floated out like the wind and headed straight for Bai Ze. Holding the spiritual umbrella behind his back with one hand, he thrust it out with one blow and slashed Baize's head with the Pentium Qi Knife.
The mighty zhenqi came through the air, but Bai Ze didn't dare to push it. He took a step to avoid it, and the zhenqi knife cut a foot-deep ravine where he originally stood.
"Where to hide?!" Du Ming snorted coldly, waved his left palm continuously, and three zhenqi sabers shot out, criss-crossing, sealing Bai Ze to the left and right.
Du Ming led the Du family's followers to the hut.
"Heaven and earth are infinite, Taoism is natural. Ask for a sword!" Bai Ze Wufeng unsheathed his sword and secretly inspired three waterfalls of sword energy on his wrist to fly out, heading straight for the Qi sword.
The sword network is vertical and horizontal, and the sword energy is like a weave.
The two phases collided, sending smoke and dust everywhere.
"boom!!"
The fierce Qi sword was shattered by the waterfall sword energy, and the Benyi sword energy plowed the ground into ravines. Bai Ze's face turned pale, and his chest was hurt by Du Ming's strong Qi. He took five steps back, and a scarlet red line immediately escaped from the corner of his mouth. Bloodshot.
Du Ming gained the upper hand and followed closely. The distance between the two was only ten feet, and they were there in the blink of an eye. The Taoist's long hair was fluttering, and the spiritual umbrella in his hand was taken out. The black light was flowing, and the head of his pocket was covered with Baize.
Bai Ze's face was calm. Seeing Du Qian approaching the hut and entering the battle, the ghost mark on the eyebrow mountain became more and more strange, swallowing up the green light.
Three feet!
The dark light of the strange spiritual umbrella was approaching, suppressing the meridians all over Bai Ze's body, and the pure Yang Qi was stagnant.
"Brother Lu!" Bai Ze shouted.
"Chirp!" The nine-color spirit deer raised its front hooves high, its antlers shining brightly under the moonlight, and stepped hard, leaving two deep pits as big as bowls on the ground.
One foot!
Bai Ze's black hair danced wildly, and the pressure of the spiritual umbrella made him unable to breathe. A black light covered his body, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Huh?" Du Ming suddenly realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.
"Buzz!——"
Green light filled the valley, huge formations were activated at Linglu's feet, and the mighty true energy rushed towards the mountain ghost seal, completely uncontrollable.
The edgeless sword flew out, damaging Bai Ze's tiger's mouth and floating in the center of the spiritual formation.
"Hehehehe, Demon Dao, how about I ask you to enter the urn with your hand?" Bai Ze smiled solemnly, his fierce eyes filled with murderous intent.
The Qingxuan Spiritual Array also covered the thatched house where Mu Qingling was. Du Qian's expression changed, and he saw Yao flowers blooming all over the place in the strange spiritual formation.
"Rou Zhirou!" A scream came from the hut, and the green smoke of the Spirit Sword broke through the window. The true energy in Du Qian's body was suppressed, and he had no time to dodge, and was shot through the chest and abdomen on the spot.
"Kill!" Du Ming couldn't decide, but he was trapped in the formation and could not escape at this time. He had no choice but to destroy the core of the spiritual formation - kill the strange young man!
The true energy in his body was severely suppressed, but Du Qian was a half-step master after all. His spiritual umbrella continued to suppress Bai Ze. He opened his mouth and spat out his flying sword, which was invincible and struck at the center of Bai Ze's eyebrows in an instant.
That is the real flying sword.
Bai Ze witnessed a ray of light coming from him, which was many times faster than his so-called sword-driving speed!
But Du Ming failed to do so.
When the jade flowers bloomed all over the spiritual formation, the edgeless sword was dazzling with green light, and a white-haired woman stood gracefully and appeared out of thin air in the spiritual formation. With a frosty face and emerald green eyebrows, the contrast between ruthlessness and gentleness is perfectly presented on her body, making her as stunning as a fairy.
The sword spirit didn't say a word, but when she appeared, it was as if time and space had frozen. She glanced at Bai Ze coldly, then touched Ling Lu's furry head, and then shook the Ling Umbrella away with one finger of her bare hand, exploding on the spot.
Two fingers hit the red flying sword.
The three-fingered sword energy moved freely and horizontally, like a wild dragon rising out of the sea. Du Ming knelt down on the spot and died.
Unparalleled elegance.
