A small thatched cottage, once you walk in, you will find yourself in a different world. Climbing down the stone steps, the air becomes increasingly humid and turbid. Continuing down, the walls are clammy and even seeping water droplets.
This thatched house near the lakeside was hollowed out to an unknown depth. The excavated soil and rocks all accumulated on the shore, forming a piece of land over time. A small pavilion was built on it. In the past, His Majesty the Emperor personally carried a plaque and named it "Wangchao Pavilion".
Qingqian City is connected to the Yaojiang River in the east. Because Qingqian Bay is in the shape of a trumpet, with a big mouth and a small belly, the water from the Yaojiang River pours in and rises sharply, setting off white waves and forming a towering water wall, which is huge and thrilling. .
Every year around the 15th day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wave is the largest of the year. At that time, it will be seen that the snow-white tide is like a thread hanging from the sky, gradually approaching, lifting up, and has the potential to push away the clouds and see the blue sky, and finally form a magnificent thread.
When the moon is full during the Mid-Autumn Festival, you can enjoy the tide and the full moon. The scenery of lotus flowers in Qingqian City is ten miles away, and the breeze brings bursts of fragrance. Both sides of Qingqian Bay were crowded with people, including many rich and powerful people who held banquets in the river to entertain tourists. At that time, there was a huge crowd, and the sound of people drinking and drinking was endless, and the scene was extremely grand.
But now, in the twelfth lunar month of winter, a cold wave is sweeping across the lake, and the Qingqian Bay lake is frozen, vast and vast. There are few tourists on the shore and it is relatively deserted.
Under the leadership of one person, Guiliu and Taozhi walked deeper and deeper into the underground of the thatched cottage. This stone path, carved with knives and axes, can lead all the way to the ground in the middle of the Qingqian Bay lake. There, there is an exquisite pavilion where a person lives.
Geiliu casually wiped the cold and damp wall and asked, "If you live in this cold and damp environment for a long time, no matter what level of master you are, your cultivation will be wasted, right?"
"It's true." The man smiled and said: "When I entered this place twenty years ago, I had perfect cultivation and was expected to break through to the seventh level and become one of the few grandmasters in the world. But now, in order to resist moisture and humidity, , seventy-eight percent of my true energy has been consumed, and I am like a useless person."
Guiliu was a little shocked, "Since my senior's martial arts is broad and he obviously has great potential, why should he be trapped in this corner of the world? Is it really worth it?"
The man shook his head and smiled: "Whether it's worth it or not, don't ask others, just ask for your heart."
The three of them continued walking. In order to prevent their clothes from getting wet, they already needed to activate their Qi. The narrow stone stairs finally reached the end, and after turning around a small stone room, the view suddenly opened up. The underground river meanders and twists and turns, and finally flows through the cracks in the rocks. It is unknown where it is going. The meandering water surrounds an exquisite jade pavilion, lit by candlelight.
The person leading the way stopped, turned around, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, please excuse me. I have some things to deal with, so I cannot accompany you."
Guiliu nodded with a smile, took Taozhi's hand, and entered the exquisite pavilion.
The floor of the pavilion is paved with jade sandstone. When you step on it, your feet feel neither hard nor soft, and are very comfortable. The pavilion is very warm and filled with incense. This rare incense from the East China Sea can dispel cold and dampness and soothe the mind.
This exquisite pavilion hidden underground in Qingqian City has a long history and is a relic of the previous dynasty. The owner of this pavilion has mastered the art of immortality, absorbed half of the luck of the previous dynasty, and lives as long as the country.
Twenty-one years ago, Qin Fang insisted on changing her destiny against heaven and wanted the fetus in her belly to be resurrected, but she was strongly opposed by everyone in the world. The martial arts warriors and the immortal monks reached an unprecedented unity, and worked together to break through the tens of thousands of forbidden troops in the capital, and marched all the way into the palace, almost entering the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and almost able to stop Qin Fang from going against the laws of nature and committing a retrograde act.
The reason why it failed and failed to prevent the transfer of the dynasty's fate was because a man appeared out of thin air and blocked the door of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
He killed all the martial arts masters and immortal monks by himself.
In front of the gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, blood flowed into a river and corpses were floating in the oars.
Taozhi suddenly stopped.
Guiliu looked at her in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Taozhi lowered his head slightly and said softly: "Taozhi will wait for you outside."
Guiliu narrowed his eyes, grabbed her wrist with force, and said with a cold tone, "Taozhi, let me tell you again, you are not an outsider, you are my maid, and more importantly my relative. I Mom raised you up and always treated you as her biological daughter. When you were a child, you rode on my father's neck just like me. If you dare to do this kind of alienating gesture in the future, I will definitely punish you severely. Not soft-hearted.”
The white-haired man suddenly thought of Gui Qing, and immediately felt his heart twisting, and he staggered and almost fell down.
His sister has a cold nature and is quite indifferent to family affection. This has always been a heartache for Geiliu, so he regards family affection as very precious and values it more than anyone else. But Taozhi's behavior just now was obviously a deliberate alienation. How could Geiliu not be heartbroken?
Taozhi quickly supported him, but was forcefully thrown away in the next second. Guiliu staggered, his eyes were red with sadness, and he raised his hand to strike. She didn't hide either, she just bit her red lips tightly and her eyes were filled with tears.
Guiliu felt distressed and angry. He took a deep breath and put down his hand. His words were a little more gentle, "Do you know that you are wrong?"
Taozhi nodded, hugged him, and cried even more aggrievedly, crying: "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I will never do it again."
Guiliu's chest was all wet from her crying, and it was not easy to coax her back. Of course, Gei Liu ended up biting her cheek as punishment.
The whole pavilion was brightly lit. Walking on the spacious corridor, Gui Liu frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.
Snap.
The sound of the chess pieces falling on the board echoed throughout the Jade Pavilion, clear and sweet. At the same time, a sword energy suddenly swept out. Taozhi was the first to react, not daring to forcefully catch it, so he could only grab Guiliu's wrist and move back.
The two of them swept forward again and again, retreating a full hundred steps before the sword energy began to weaken.
Taozhi seized the opportunity, wrapped the silk thread around her slender jade fingers, reached forward to grab it, divided the sharp sword energy into countless tiny breaths, and then waved her sleeves to disperse it.
After breaking through the move, the Jade Pavilion was silent for a moment, and then the second sword energy roared in.
Different from the previous sword which had some probing meaning, what this sword energy shows is not only the form and meaning, but also contains the full divine intention.
Geiliu felt a shiver in his heart. He knew that if he didn't make a move, the offensive would never stop.
Taozhi wrapped her hands around the red thread, and her eyes grew colder. She was about to take action, but she felt someone pulling her from behind. Then she fell into a daze and looked at the white-haired figure in front of her.
"You always protect me. This time, I will protect you."
With a warm voice, Gui Liu slowly pushed the knife out of its sheath and stopped it in front of her.
A very simple and sincere move, pushing the knife forward with both hands, without even bringing out any intention or energy of the knife, just like an ordinary person who doesn't know how to use a knife at all.
The sword energy washed away and dissipated into the breeze, giving people the feeling of being plunged into clear water and feeling refreshed.
In the pavilion, there were only two black and white pieces on the jade chessboard. The man hesitated for a moment, put the white piece in his hand into the box, then stood up and walked slowly outside.
Guiliu sheathed the sword and breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her head and glanced at Taozhi with a smile, and then looked squarely at the Yu Linglong Pavilion Master who lived as long as the country.
The man in white put his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "What do you want from me?"
Guiliu didn't answer the question, so he smiled and said, "What did those two swords mean just now?"
"You are too angry." The man in white replied calmly.
Guiliu let out an ooh and said simply: "My father told me to take a look at you when I pass by Qingqian City."
The man in white frowned slightly, "No more?"
Guiliu suddenly looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "My father also said that you should be prepared to leave seclusion. At least those six flying swords need to be refined. As you know, according to the prophecy of the great monk of the Yin Yang family, , in the next thirty years, it is very likely that the world will be in chaos."
"Your father knows the conditions and should have told you."
"That's natural." Guiliu nodded and said: "If you want to leave here, you must find something that can avoid the rules of heaven. My mother said that you can start with the three religions, including Confucian Academy, Taoist Cave Heaven, and Buddhist Blessed Land. It might be something like this."
The man in white flicked his fingers, and six flying swords flew out from the attic and floated high in the air.
"These six flying swords, Man Ting Fang, Zui Chui Bian, Wu Tong Yue, Yu Lou Chun, Nuo Po Huan Xisha, Tang Duoling, you can refine them, and then go to Fengdu. Instead of pursuing the ethereal, there is what I want." During these thirty years, I will try my best to refine the last six flying swords. The last one may not be able to be purified, it depends on when you can come back from Fengdu."
The six flying swords suddenly turned into six qi machines of different colors, rushing into the rose fluid and occupying six extremely important acupoints.
"The six Ci Pai flying swords have been given a short-term energy. Before the energy dissipates, they will treat you as the master. During this period, you have one chance to unsheath the sword, as long as you don't encounter the seventh-grade or other people. All the great masters in the world can be killed with one strike."
Guiliu was stunned, "You are so easy to talk to?"
The man in white glanced at him and said, "It takes thirty years to refine six Cipai flying swords. It is almost impossible. If you can't wash all the flying swords within the specified time, then removing the fermentation is tantamount to death." This means that I still have to evade the rules of heaven and cannot leave the seclusion."
Gui Liu spoke softly: "About how many products are needed?"
"The seventh level of warrior, the seventh level of monk, this is the minimum standard."
After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the attic.
Walking out of the thatched cottage again, he was finally able to breathe fresh air, but Guiliu remained silent.
Taozhi was thoughtful and could see it at a glance. She probably knew the reason and said softly, "What is His Highness thinking about?"
Guiliu rubbed his cheeks and said helplessly: "A seventh-grade grandmaster, that can be ranked among the top ten in the world. My mother said before that my martial arts qualifications were average, and my bones were even more average. She also blamed me for not inheriting her talent. I don’t have the qualifications to practice qi. If I train to death all my life, I will be an average sixth-grade martial artist. But he asked me to reach the seventh-grade in thirty years. Isn’t this just a dream?"
Taozhi said softly: "If it were anyone else, I would not believe it. But if it were Your Highness, Taozhi would firmly believe it."
"Why? Am I talented?" Guiliu asked doubtfully.
Taozhi blinked, "Your Highness promises me something, and I will tell you something."
"Okay." Guiliu said cheerfully.
Taozhi pursed her lips, raised her feet slightly, and stared at Gui Liu's lips, eager to try.
Guiliu pushed her away with so much force that she almost fell down. He simply didn't know how to care about women. Not only that, he also turned around, cleared his throat, and then said seriously: "Girl, please respect yourself."
Taozhi bit her lip, looking like she was about to cry.
