A few days later, in the early morning, the summit of Wangyue Peak was covered with frost, and the autumn mountains were already filled with thousands of red maples.
Rong Tong and Bao Qin followed the mountain all the way to the east foot of Kunlun. When the scorching red left their sight, they saw yellow grass growing all over the ground. The originally distant place where the water and light touched the sky was getting closer and closer, and the smoke was vast. When the entire lake came into view, they were blocked by the restrictions that came just in time, and could only stop at the lakeside where gracilaria and weeds were thick.
"This is Jize. When the Presbyterian Church took over the executive office of Kunlun, it once claimed: 'We, the mere deacons, are in humble positions and do not dare to assume the highest position.' Therefore, the political hall where the elders discuss their daily affairs was located in the middle of the lake. On the island." Baoqin pointed towards the center of the lake.
Rong Tong looked in the direction she pointed, but could only see a small shadow surrounded by steaming clouds and hazy water vapor.
Okay, Rong Tong, now that you have the courage to come here, don’t be timid!
Then plan two, start——
"The extraditer is here!" Baoqin gently tugged on her sleeve.
Sure enough, a small boat gradually emerged in the clouds and smoke. The people on the boat, wearing raincoats and bamboo hats, swung their oars through the clear water and slowly sailed towards them.
"Although the former lady has not spent time with the elders, they are all mature guys. When you meet them later, just talk less and keep your head lower, and don't let them see any clues." Baoqin. He warned her solemnly.
"Understood." Rong Tong nodded, "It's you. You and I planned it together some time ago. Please help me start it right away."
The first is the issue of Zi Guang’s life experience. First of all, it is obvious that Zi Guang was murdered, and the murderer targeted only Zi Guang. As a charming young lady who spends most of her time in Tianbao Pavilion, she is unlikely to encounter such desperate enemies. Therefore, the other party's motive for murdering Zi Guang is likely to come from the mysterious family background behind her. Furthermore, she also needs to figure out why the Elder Council attaches great importance to Ziguang. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.
Secondly, there is the real murderer of Zi Guang in the original work, the biggest villain boss hidden behind the scenes. Even though Rong Tong knew his identity well, before the timeline reached the end of the article when he revealed himself, there was very little information about this man left in Junzhou, which could be said to be deeply hidden. Rong Tong wants to investigate him, and she doesn't think about how to bring him down. She is very self-aware of her half-baked skills. It is better to leave the maintenance of world peace to the protagonist. She just wants to know the other party's dynamics as much as possible to save her life.
"Why bother with 'please'? The lady's business is my responsibility." There was still no emotion in Baoqin's eyes.
"Anyway, you have to help me for a long time from now on. It's better to say a few words of gratitude than to boss me around."
Rong Tong smiled helplessly. In fact, she was afraid that it would last forever. It would be bad if she relied too much on Baoqin and took her efforts for granted. What she should ultimately possess is the ability to stand independently in the world. Let’s not mention it for the moment, but the soul contract... Such a powerful person has lost her memory, been branded as a slave, and been imprisoned by others for a long time. , it’s too cruel anyway. If I have enough strength in the future, I should still find ways to restore her freedom.
The boat gradually docked, and the extraditer's voice came loudly: "Ziguang Zhenren of Wangyue Peak, I sent a letter of greetings a few days ago to ask for a visit to the Political Affairs Hall, and I have agreed. I also ask the master to remove all magic weapons and weapons, and come on board the boat——"
Rong Tong then took off the Qiankun bag he carried and handed it to Baoqin. As Bao Qin was about to leave, Rong Tong had a flash of inspiration and called her out again: "That Gao Jianli who challenged me in Jianfeng a while ago... No, Zhong Ziqi. You can think of a way, such as putting one or two of the things he has with him Use some hands and feet in the thing, and from now on, I will be able to monitor his every move."
"Understood." Baoqin's answer was always straightforward. She turned around and floated away like a puff of smoke.
Rong Tong straightened his hair and clothes, said to the extraditer: "Excuse me," and landed on the boat.
The extraditer opened the oars, and the orchid boat rowed forward smoothly, then sailed into the depths of the clouds and smoke again. Rong Tong only felt that the surroundings were vast, and his spiritual consciousness could not even be explored. He felt a little emotional for a moment. In some movies and TV shows on the earth, when you go to meet the supreme leader or the mysterious villain, you have to put a sack on your head and put you into a car. The dizzying journey into a certain confidential place was similar to the meeting with the Presbyterian Church.
While she was thinking wildly, her eyes suddenly opened up. She was shocked to realize that the boat had drifted into a quiet river at some point. The banks were lined with lush vegetation and flower trees. At the time when the beauty was gone, everything here was densely packed. The pink and white flowers crowded on the branches were blown by the gentle wind, and the tiny petals were flying gracefully, like a random snow without chill.
"Are we entering the island now?" Rong Tong picked off a petal stuck to the end of his hair and looked around.
"Yes. Please get ready, the political hall is ahead." The orchid syrup in the extraditer's hand suddenly turned into a bamboo pennant. He used a stone on the shore and the boat paddled through the fallen flowers floating on the water. The river turned a corner, and their eyes suddenly darkened, and they seemed to have entered a huge shadow.
The river bank on the right is a very open flat land. On the white stone Xumizuo with a height of four or five meters, there is a majestic gate with a width of nine rooms. Rong Tong is under the wall. He almost breaks his neck when he can vaguely see the double eaves. There is a little glazed tile on the top of Xieshan Mountain.
...This seems to be different from the elegant and pure architectural style of the cultivation world as imagined? Don't bully her for being short-sighted, this looks like an enlarged version of the Forbidden City's Gate of Supreme Harmony!
The extraditer made a "please" gesture, and Rong Tong had no choice but to get off the boat and land. Immediately, a puppet attendant holding a palace lantern led her to the door, passing through about three rooms, and in front of her was a In the wider courtyard, white marble pedestals overlapped like hills, supporting the main hall with double eaves and verandahs. She took a quick look and saw that this side was wide enough to have eleven rooms. It could be said to be tall and wide. , giving people an overwhelming sense of fear in terms of its single size. One person and one puppet walked towards the main hall, like two ants walking alone on a silver plate.
"You can only walk here, you can't control the wind or sword, please forgive me." The voice of the puppet attendant was unexpectedly as clear as an oriole, but there was no emotional ups and downs.
"...Okay." Rong Tong secretly beat her legs. She had never come such a long way since she learned how to fly with the wind.
After finally crossing the courtyard, which was almost the size of a square, and climbing up the stone steps as long as Tianyou Peak from the bottom to the top, when she reached Danbi, she seemed to hear a distant voice coming from the hall in front of her. Before she could react, the eleven red carved doors in front of her suddenly opened. A strong strong wind rushed out from the door. The puppet attendant in front of her was instantly lifted up and rolled down the steps. She also subconsciously resorted to protecting herself. The body mask and the spiritual power imbued the body to stabilize the lower body, and then he was barely able to stay in place.
What...what's going on? Hello...
Rong Tong raised his head in fear, and faced a man wearing an azure-colored gold-woven satin robe with a cold and arrogant face who was just stepping out of the hall.
"What a supreme leader! What a person who governs by doing nothing! You say you are so devoid of desires, but in fact, none of you hold the power firmly in your hands! In this case, taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why? Not holding the Luotian Dajiao?!" The man threw his sleeves at the hall angrily, "Don't use the word 'transgression' to pressure me again. It's just a layer of window paper that hasn't been pierced. You can't wait for a group of people. A coward who is unworthy of collaborating in something big—"
After saying that, it turned into a ray of blue light and disappeared into the sky. He didn't care about Rong Tong, who was dumbfounded and stiffly saluted halfway.
Luotian Dajiao? That seems to be the most solemn ceremony of worshiping heaven in the world of cultivation, and its status seems to be equivalent to that of the ancient emperors of the earth plane.
Oops, did she hear some serious political secrets?
"That person standing outside the hall is Zi Guang?" A long female voice came from the hall after a long silence.
"Exactly." Rong Tong quickly lowered his head and responded.
"Now that you're here, why bother waiting for so long? Come in quickly."
Rong Tong had no choice but to calm down and slowly walked into the hall before crossing the threshold. All the doors behind him closed again with a creak. The whole room is brightly lit, and the ground seems to be polished from a single piece of ink-colored boulder. The light is discernible. The huge golden dragon pillars are inserted directly into the caisson below the upper circle, and the beams and beams are decorated with complicated gold lacquer paintings. In the middle of the hall, there are seven gold-lacquered clouds, dragons and phoenixes on the left and right, but only three seats are occupied. The one on the left is a man in his thirties, wearing a feathery dress and a starry crown, with an indifferent expression; Sitting opposite is a female nun who seems to be in her early twenties. She wears a purple crown on her head, and her skirt is as gorgeous as red clouds. She is drinking a cup of tea, and there is a vague arc hanging at the corner of her mouth, which makes people wonder. Whether she smiled or not; there was a woman sitting in the middle of both sides. Compared with the two people next to her, she looked obviously older. She was also dressed in the most solemn clothes, wearing a bright yellow trousers and bringing up children. He wears a ribbon, a sword on his waist, a gorgeous bun on his head, and a crown with tassels hanging down on both sides. She looked at Rong Tong with a friendly smile on her face, "It's been a long time no see. Come over and show me."
Rong Tong walked over with careful steps, but as soon as he got there, the woman grabbed his hand, "Oh, looking at your thin and thin wrist, you really look better. How are you recovering from your injuries? , but she still lacks the elixir for maintenance?" Unlike the Taizhen Yuanjun who used to exert pressure at every turn, the aura around her was as steady as still water, and the extremely natural concern in her tone made her look like an ordinary person. Kind grandmother.
But Rong Tong still has a heart. Each of these elders are big figures at the top of the world of cultivation. They have lived for a long time and have become spirits. If you believe in their superb skills, you will be really stupid.
"Thanks to the care of the Golden Mother Yuanjun, this junior's body and bones are already in great condition. And thanks to the blessings of all the elders, all the elixirs and magic weapons are available." She gave a perfect and respectful smile, and then turned to the two people on the left and right to invite them. In An, the male is honored as "Zhongshan Zhenjun", and the female is honored as "Yunhua Yuanjun". She had been compiling information on the Seven Kunlun Elders for a long time, and now she had no problem identifying them all. It is said that Zhongshan Zhenjun has always had an indifferent temperament, and he seems to be revising a Junzhou calendar called "Tian Yuan Calendar"; Yun Hua Yuanjun she even met during his "recuperation", and she is an important real power She was responsible for most of Kunlun's affairs, including the selection of Kunlun disciples held every ten years.
As for the Golden Mother Yuanjun sitting in the middle, he has a great background. She is the only Hedao major cultivator in the entire Kunlun. In terms of cultivation alone, she outshines the other six Huanxu stage elders. The Taizhen Yuanjun whom I met in front of the Law Enforcement Hall before is her biological daughter. Both mother and daughter are major cultivators. In addition, she has always been good at dancing and is a good hand at winning people's hearts. Now the seventh elder of Kunlun, the two present here plus Her daughters are all on her side, and it is now the time when Jinmu Yuanjun is at his most powerful.
"This girl is always so polite." Yunhua Yuanjun smiled and took a sip of the spiritual tea. Zhongshan Zhenjun also nodded to Rong Tong's greeting.
"I think you are still restrained," Jinmu Yuanjun gently patted Rong Tong on the back of his hand, "I heard Taizhen say before that you girl ran to the law enforcement hall to plead guilty, but you were beaten by those ignorant bull-nosed people in Jianfeng. Are you bothering me? Those people have been arrogant since they were young, and they can't speak louder than their heads. You, don't take it to heart. As for this girl, it's okay to be slimmer, but she's too sensitive and will hurt her body and heart."
