The morning dew reflected the rainbow, and the mountains were hazy with mist and rain.
After years of sweetness and bitterness, people go to the old garden for tea.
The mountains are beautiful and natural. The world is full of smoke and the sky is empty, and the valley is silent.
A forest path, winding deep into the mountains without a trace. The stone steps were stained with moss, making the steps slippery.
Step by step, who disturbed the purity of this place? Come from the world and go to the outside world.
"After a long time, this place is still so quiet and ethereal. Zhitian, do you still remember this place?"
Zhi Tiantian walked silently and silently. When he saw a flower blooming by the roadside, he couldn't help but step forward to pick it. The fragrance of the flower hit his nostrils, and he looked a little dazed.
There seemed to be a vague elf woman, laughing and saying: "You can't pick the wild flowers on the roadside..."
Xuantian Fenghao Emperor Yang waved his sleeves to disperse the fragrance and said with a smile: "You can't pick the flowers and plants on the roadside."
The fragrance of the flower dissipated, the breeze blew on his face, Zhitian woke up, and heard Di Yang say: "This flower is called Illusion Lovesickness, and its stamens emit a special fragrance. If you smell it, you can dream of lovesickness."
Zhitian heard it, thought about it, felt something, put the flower in his hand back, a blue light flashed, the three-light divine water showed its power, and then regained its vitality, the illusion of acacia swayed, as if welcoming.
The path is quiet and quiet, going deep into a remote valley. The clouds and mist hang as low as a cover, and the wind blows and billows. From time to time, cranes spread their wings, and occasionally a corner of the palace is exposed. It seems like a fairyland on earth, where you linger and never want to go back.
Exactly: a taste of hundreds of herbs - Zhenxinyuan.
Going down the stone steps, it gradually becomes clear that there are three or two pavilions. In the middle of the pavilion, there is a plaque with three characters "Pillow Heart Garden" carved on it.
There are also many flower beds in order, with various varieties of flowers and plants planted in the flower beds.
Going forward, there is an acre of flower beds blocking the road, and a stone tablet stands beside it, with the inscription "Taste a few herbs" engraved on it.
Di Yang said: "The goddess once said: Don't forget the sufferings of our ancestors. When entering the garden, you need to taste a flower and grass to commemorate the beauty of your ancestors."
Zhitian looked at the flower bed, where there were flowers, fruits and grass. He called it with his hand, and a small green fruit fell into his palm. He took a small sip, and it tasted bitter and then sweet. He entered his belly, and suddenly he felt heat surge up to the tips of his hair, and light steam evaporated. And out.
Di Yang smiled and said: "This fruit is called Qingyan, and it has the effect of warming the stomach and dispelling cold."
After that, he also took a flower and put it into his throat. It was dry and numb.
After a brief taste of the herbs, we walked for a while until we reached a small wooden bridge. Under the bridge was a turbulent stream. Next to it was a pavilion with six corners like a flying swallow.
In the pavilion, there is a pot of tea and two cups.
It seems like a scene is reappearing in front of my eyes, and there seems to be a sound echoing in my ears:
"Yu'er, there must be a reason for the beast tribe's sudden raging in Fudi's swamp. I'll come back as soon as I go."
"Okay, I'll make tea and wait here for you to come back..."
This time, things have changed, stars have moved, the sea has changed, the color of the world has changed, people have disappeared, and they are no longer in sight.
While Zhitian was sitting in the pavilion, he suddenly had so many thoughts that he was speechless. I took water from a stream, boiled it, poured two cups of it, and drank it into my mouth. It was bitter, astringent, and tasteless.
He said: "Reply to me, what is heaven?"
Di Yang stood on the small bridge, holding the three-legged cauldron in his palm, waving his sleeves with his hands behind his back, and said: "This answer can only be solved by yourself."
Zhitian lowered his head and looked at the tea in the cup. Shaking it, he realized what he had seen and heard since birth. It was life, death, the survival of all things, the natural movement, and...
What is it?
Zhitian fell into deep thought, watching the stream flowing by, reflecting the clouds and mist in the sky, and drinking a cup of tea that he had been waiting for for a long time...
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Laoshan.
The Nine Heavens Whale Wave White Cloud Formation Formation of Death and Mortality instantly activated the white cloud formation to protect the sky, blocking the journey of the Emperor of Heaven.
The golden divine dragon's mournful screams and moans made the sky weep, and rain fell continuously, washing away the smoke of war and the blood-stained dust.
The divine dragon soared in the great formation of white clouds protecting the sky, circled several times, held a stream of pure holy cloud energy in its mouth, and flew away into the sky.
In the magic circle, Emperor Shu Tian was covered in blood, and the bleeding was not stopping, especially in the back of his heart. A dim light flashed, and the status was refreshed and returned to the same state as before.
"Bang...poof..."
Suddenly, the wound burst open again, and in just a moment, it was stained red all over again.
The thirty-seven swords of the balanced sword style, invisibly weakened the protection of Shutian Emperor, and defeated one of them first. The Dragon Qi Sword, with the dragon's power and the power of heaven, exploded inside and outside Emperor Shutian's body in an instant, seriously injuring him and defeating him again.
Moreover, the move of the Dragon Qi Sword remained in Emperor Shutian's body, preventing his physical body from recovering. If you want to dispel it, you need to waste some time.
Emperor Shu Tian smiled and said: "Haha... Hahaha... What a destined person, what a Bai Yunsheng. In order to stop me, you gave up the opportunity of Bingjie reincarnation. I will remember you."
He was about to take a step forward when suddenly countless heavenly swords whizzed and stabbed at Emperor Shutian. Shutian Emperor Youdeng protected his body from the sword, but was repelled by the huge force and returned to the top of Mount Laoshan.
Then I saw white clouds rushing in, covering the sky and the earth. Suddenly the sky and the earth were completely white, and I didn't know what was up, down, left, or behind.
Helpless, Emperor Shutian closed his eyes, expelled the eight ghost lights in his body, and used the Dragon Burning Qi Sword move. Unconsciously, time passed. After the fourth update, it was time to enter the fifth update. His expression gradually became peaceful, and his mood returned to calmness.
He opened his mouth and spit out a Dragon Qi Sword, and the faint light flashed, refreshed again, and returned to the original state. With a slight movement of his feet, divine power penetrated the mountain and leaped into the air with the Sky Sword.
The heavenly sword comes out, the formation has no center, and the white clouds protecting the sky: the formation is broken.
The magic circle was broken, the white clouds gradually dissipated, and ascended into the sky. The Heavenly Sword also turned into a colorful ray of light, disappeared into the sea of clouds, and was pregnant with power again, waiting for the call of the next destiny.
Emperor Shutian did not stop him, nor did he bother to stop him. He looked up at the sky, his eyes sparkling with light, seeing through the boundaries of realms, and looking straight into the realm of the six heavens.
Seeing the three saints sitting and talking about Taoism, their faces were red and their ears were red, and there were signs of taking action.
Seeing the white-feathered warrior god lowering his eyebrows, he instructed the fairy to dance with his sword.
I saw a magnificent palace, in the upper part of the palace, the gods were sitting in meditation.
Many divine beings noticed and looked at the human world, each with their own thoughts. Emperor Shutian snorted coldly, withdrew his gaze and waved his sleeves to hide the secret.
"Gods of the six heavens, your hands are stretched too far. Hmm... where is the god Confucian Zichuan?"
I saw him holding out a dark lantern to lead the way, aiming directly at... Tianshan Mountain!
…
But it is said that the golden divine dragon soars into the clouds and flies away in the mist, traveling in the sea of clouds, wanting to return to the Ziwei Emperor Star, dormant and pregnant, waiting for the right time. On the way, I suddenly felt an inexplicable call from a far away place, which was extremely strong, so I changed my direction and traveled hundreds of thousands of miles away, arriving in just a moment.
The mountains are so high that you can see the clouds from the top; the air is so cold that there are thousands of years of ice and snow. There is no distinction between day and night, white and white; there is no difference between cold and heat, and the sky is vast.
Tianshan, Tianshan, the golden divine dragon arrived at Tianshan. Looking at the top of Tianshan, the poorly conceived dragon egg spat out the pure holy cloud energy in its mouth. The dragon roared, and then it got in and merged into the dragon egg.
The dragon egg suddenly reacted, beating like a heart, bursting with rich vitality, and it took a long time to calm down.
Halfway up the Tianshan Mountain, Shenru Zichuan, Dong Wang Taiyi, and Aku Venerable all sent out a stream of true energy, merged with a stream of Shi Zun Xuan Qi halfway, wrapped up the pure holy cloud energy, and led it to the front of the mountainside.
The mysterious Qi of the First Lord blends into the Qingsheng Cloud Qi and transforms into a shadow, causing the nine-day whale wave and white clouds to reappear.
He looked at the sky, the earth, the mountains, and then looked at the three people wrapped in snow and wind, and said with a smile: "They are the strongest gangsters in the three religions. It's a pleasure to meet them."
At the critical moment, the three fellow practitioners were not allowed to move, but they were conscious. Divine Confucian Zichuan said: "Our upper body and heavenly mind have felt the Yunren's battle to become a god. They are awe-inspiring in their righteousness and sacrifice themselves for the sake of the common people. We admire them. Does the Yunren have any last wishes?"
"Last wish?"
Bai Yunsheng looked at the white clouds and thought about the past. His heart was as untainted as the white clouds. The past events were the same, with occasional disturbances. He said: "There is one thing, it is related to the Yun family, so, so, so, so..."
"Well, if we know it, we will find out the truth and bring clarity to the world."
"Thank you very much. My destiny has ended, and your destiny is about to come. China is relying on you, please."
The three of them said together: "Please."
At this time, the sea of clouds surged violently, and a cloud whale covering the sky appeared. The cloud whale screamed sadly and wept.
"Haha... My friend Yunjing, are you coming to take me home? Let's go."
As soon as the words fell, white clouds flew up into the sky, standing on the head of the cloud whale, swaying the whisk, standing with hands behind his back, keeping the cloud whale away, the shadow gradually dissipated, and the poem recited echoed between heaven and earth:
“Today people ride on whales and disappear between heaven and earth.
Once the clouds in the sky dispersed, they dispersed again into the blue sea.
Three scattered the soil of the world, fertile the talented people.
If there is a time to return, how long will the floating clouds be free? "
At this point, a generation of masters, gods in the sea of clouds, and Baiyunsheng in the Nine Heavens Whale Tao have completely fallen, which is both sighing and regrettable.
The shadow dissipated, leaving behind a wisp of pure holy cloud energy, following the cloud whale as it traveled through the sea of clouds, drifting without knowing where it was going or where it was returning.
It gradually dissipates while floating until it encounters a group of purple gas...
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When Yun Jing left Tianshan, another Confucian figure climbed up Tianshan, halfway up the mountain, and worshiped from a distance: "Disciple Zhou Xuehai, pay homage to the master, pay homage to the senior Dongwang, pay homage to the venerable master."
The divine Confucian Zichuan asked: "What's the matter?"
"It's about the death of the Emperor Shu Tian, such and such..."
The three of them picked the key points: Shenru Xuanzhang and Shenru Zichuan.
Sold by his apprentice!
Dongwang Taiyi smiled and said: "Haha...you are such a good disciple, good friend, I admire you, I admire you."
The divine scholar Zichuan's face darkened and he cursed angrily: "You evil disciple."
At this moment, I suddenly felt the power of God descending, and it was darkest in Tianshan. Before anyone arrived, the sound had already arrived:
"You, you are worthy of the punishment of the God of Hell!"
