At the foot of the tranquil Jiulong Mountain, a small village is hidden in the green woods. The courtyard is clean and elegant. The front yard is a large open space with some flowers, plants and trees planted on both sides. There is a hall in the center, with a total of seven or eight rooms on both sides. The backyard is a five-foot-square martial arts training ground.
In the martial arts training ground, there was a very handsome boy practicing martial arts at this time. He was quick and cunning in his moves, and his movements were flexible and escaping. There are three women watching from the side. The three are all secular women, and the middle one is in her mid-twenties. Her white clothes are slightly fluttering in the wind, and her face is extremely beautiful. She is from Xuannv Temple in Jiulong Mountain, known as " The goddess of the Nine Dragons, Jiang Si and Jiang Xiyuan, has reached the highest level of martial arts. The boy who practices Kung Fu is her only disciple, named Shangguan Yulong, and is the son of Shangguan Dao, the lord of Jiuxing Dragon City. Within a few months, he was as weak as a young man. The two little girls are maids, one is named Qingsi and the other is called Luzhu. They are both very pretty and lovely.
At that time, his movements were getting faster and faster, and suddenly he staggered, screamed "Ouch", and fell to the ground, as if he had sprained his foot. Jiang Xiyuan hurriedly rushed over, supported him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Where is the sprain?" "It hurts here." Shangguan Yulong held his calf with both hands, a look of pain on his face.
As soon as Shangguan Yulong's body hit the ground, his soul woke up. He felt no pain in his whole body. He thought it was his master who cared about him, so he used skillful force when he struck, and he hit the ball hard but softly. He simply couldn't get up, his face was filled with grievances, and he cried out sadly: "Ouch! Ouch! It hurts me to death, why did master beat me?"
Jiang Xiyuan stretched out her hand to smooth the hair on her forehead, and said shyly and angrily: "Who told you to touch Master?" Then his face turned serious: "Next time you dare to be rude, I will strike harder."
"No matter how hard Master hits me, I still like it." Shangguan Yulong said with a playful smile.
Jiang Xiyuan couldn't do anything to him. She glared and ordered: "Qingsi Luzhu, please urge Shangguan to practice dragon control and don't let him be lazy." After that, he walked away.
Jiang Xiyuan started Qinggong, and his figure was as light and ethereal as a breeze passing through the trees on both sides. The breeze blew on his face, and he felt his cheeks were slightly hot. Qingsi's voice floated faintly in the wind: "Okay, okay, young master, stop thinking nonsense. The lady is no better than our maids, so you should stop trying to influence her, or she will offend you and kick you out of the door. Then You're in trouble." She was even more upset, but her movements were faster, and she ran to a mountain stream without realizing it.
She knelt down to wash her face, and the clear stream flowed by, reflecting a unique face. The cool stream water splashed on her face, and her mood slowly calmed down.
"Shangguan has grown up, I can no longer treat him as a child." Jiang Xiyuan walked along the stream, thinking, "The little devil is getting more and more unruly, always doing things without rules. There are no rules, even the master dares to be frivolous! Alas! Shangguan Yulong has always been very obedient and pure, how could he have such thoughts?" She was full of doubts and decided to question Qingsi Luzhu tonight. .
She walked towards the top of the mountain and flew away towards Xuannv Temple. After stepping on dozens of steps, the flat ground in front of Xuannv Temple was filled with mountain flowers and the fragrance was fragrant.
In Xuannv Temple, some of the dozen female disciples were practicing swordsmanship and some were cleaning the courtyard. When they saw Jiang Xiyuan, the female disciples all bowed respectfully. These female disciples were all her senior disciples. Jiang Xiyuan was still young, so she did not teach disciples publicly.
Jiang Xiyuan nodded, showed the female disciples a few sword skills, then stepped into the room and sat cross-legged to meditate. She practiced Taoism's authentic internal skills. When meditating, she was particular about getting rid of distracting thoughts and keeping her mind as still as water. However, at this time, her heart was raging, and all kinds of thoughts were coming to her, flashing through her mind like one scene after another. She sighed, got up and looked back. Shangguan Yulong was too worried for her. If this matter was not decided for a day, it would be difficult to calm down and practice.
Looking back at the yard, the mountain wind whipped the dense bamboo forest, making a "swishing" sound. The air was filled with the fresh scent of flowers and vegetation. Jiang Xiyuan took a deep breath, and the turbid air in his chest disappeared, feeling relaxed and happy.
There were too many rugged roads under Jiulong Mountain. Yu Xizi thought he had a good sense of direction, so they had to walk along the rugged path. The two walked together, but when Yu Xizi looked back, Wu Changkong had disappeared.
That night, Jiang Xiyuan saw the bright moon in the sky and the sky full of stars, so he came to the small pavilion for tourists to rest in the middle of the mountain. The mid-autumn wind blew in the night, and the coolness hit him, and there was no one around him.
Jiang Xiyuan used her inner strength, slightly opened her red lips, twisted her voice into a straight line, and sent it to the small village courtyard five miles away.
She uses the superior internal skill of "transmitting sound into secrets". When the skill is high, it can be transmitted far away. She can transmit it five miles away. The skill is so high that it is shocking to the world.
A petite and exquisite figure floated in the night wind, and came to the pavilion in a moment. She was dressed in light blue clothes, and it was Qing Si.
"What are your orders, young lady?" Qing Si said respectfully. She saw the young lady frowning slightly, looking worried.
"Qing Si, I have something urgent to ask you. You must answer honestly and don't hide anything." Jiang Xiyuan sat down on the long and smooth stone bench and patted the seat next to him: "Sit down too. .”
"Yes, miss." Qingsi sat down a little uneasily. The young lady looked solemn tonight, which was very different from before.
Jiang Xiyuan was silent for a while, then asked softly: "Where is Shangguan Yulong? Did he not notice you coming?"
