There is a fairy mountain in Shu, which is extremely steep and dangerous, with misty clouds and clouds like a fairy's thrush, so it is named Emei. There is a sect on the mountain, which is a knight-errant with a sword and protects the peace of the country. It is the Emei sect.
In recent years, the Emei Sect has become very popular, with nearly a thousand disciples, and it has become the largest sect in the world. The head of the Emei Sect, Master Zhishui, is even known as the number one person in the martial arts world today. .
On that day, the clouds were steaming above the Golden Dome, and the sword wind was whistling, but nearly a thousand disciples were dancing their swords in the morning light, with a solemn bearing, which was spectacular.
Zhu Ling'er walked on the mountain road and looked at the pavilions on the mountain. She felt in a trance: She hadn't seen it for decades, and this mountain gate was already so unfamiliar.
Unknowingly, we arrived at the back mountain and saw a deep pool in front of us. There was no vegetation beside the pool, except for an exquisite wooden house made of golden nanmu, which was the residence of Master Zhishui.
In the wooden house, Zhishui Master Taizheng was meditating on his luck. Although he was octogenarian, he did not look old at all. His bun was tied with silver threads and his complexion was rosy and long-lasting. He seemed to have an immortal air and a pure Tao.
Zhu Ling'er walked closer and called softly: "Master."
Master Zhi Shui suddenly opened his eyes. His Taoist robes were billowing, and his inner breath was flowing out, forming a transparent aura around his body. The long sword had been placed in front of him at some point, with a look of shock and anger on his face.
He raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no one there. He couldn't help but his face darkened, and he shouted sternly: "Who is the master? Can you show up and see me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure appearing out of thin air about three feet away. She was wearing a ring, but she was a beautiful girl.
When he was about to ask a question, he saw that the girl was just looking at him with a smile. Zhi Shui was slightly suspicious. After looking at her carefully for a moment, she actually felt a sense of déjà vu.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the girl's delicate face and asked with a slight hesitation: "Are you, Ling'er?"
Zhu Ling'er smiled, then Yingying fell down and prostrated, and said playfully: "Ling'er pays homage to Master."
When the soft voice reached her ears, Zhi Shui suddenly felt in a trance, with many thoughts.
He put away the sword mask and took a few steps forward. Just as he was about to help him up, he suddenly paused. After taking a deep breath, he bowed deeply and said respectfully: "Emei Zhishui, I have seen the immortal."
Zhu Ling'er's smiling face suddenly froze, and she stood up slowly, returning to her former cold appearance, but her heart was bitter, knowing that with this call to immortality, the fate between master and disciple was over, and they were no longer the same as immortals.
Zhi Shui waited for a moment, but received no response and did not get up. She just continued to ask respectfully: "I wonder if the immortal is here, what are your orders?"
Zhu Ling'er raised her hand and released a soft energy to help him up, and then replied calmly: "Do you know the whereabouts of the Yuan family?"
Zhi Shui was startled when he heard the words, then his thoughts changed and he leaned forward and asked, "Zhi Shui dares to ask the Immortal what the Xun Yuan family is talking about?"
"The Yuan family treated me very well in the past. Now I will travel overseas to practice meditation, so I came here to repay their kindness, to tie up the cause and effect, and to break the worldly bond." Zhu Ling'er spoke slowly, but every word was full of determination.
Zhi Shui didn't have much reaction after hearing this. After a brief pause, he still replied respectfully: "Reporting to the Supreme Immortal, in the past, the Yuan family was changed and all the family members were beheaded. We only had time to rescue Yin Suhua's ancestors and grandson. Now, we can only rescue three of them. He lives in Qingzhu Town, fifty miles north of the mountain."
Zhu Ling'er nodded slightly to show her understanding, then she pinched the spirit art in her hand, her figure gradually faded, and after taking a deep look at her, she disappeared out of thin air.
"Break the fate of the world, build the great road..." After a while, Zhi Shui straightened up, walked to the edge of the pool and murmured, with mixed feelings in her heart, including joy, sadness, emotion, and A trace of unspeakable jealousy.
After standing there for a long time, he let out a long sigh. When he returned to the house, he found two more sapphire vials on the table. When he opened them, he found two bottles of blue pills the size of longan.
There is a note pressed at the bottom of the bottle. The font is meaningful and beautiful. It says: "The elixir is named Shui Yuan, which can help the innate nature."
After Zhenzhi put it away again, Zhi Shui sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and breathed out her luck, but her heart could not calm down.
Qingzhu Town.
In an ordinary farmyard, there are rows of wooden racks neatly arranged. The wooden racks are hung with various medicinal herbs, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.
A young boy sitting on the stone steps in front of the hut, holding a book in his hand, was reading attentively. From time to time, weak and hoarse coughs could be heard in the house.
At three o'clock in the morning, a Confucian scholar returned from outside. He was about forty years old. He had a plain robe and a short beard. He was thin and carrying two medicine packages in his hand.
When the little guy saw the man, he immediately put down the book and ran towards him. He shouted: "Dad, you're back!"
The man smiled slightly and said, "Jing'er, how are you doing with your homework? Have you taken good care of your grandmother?"
"I have memorized the more than ten medicinal herbs you told me," the little guy said as if he was taking credit, but in an instant his face dimmed and his tone became a little low: "In the morning, my grandmother coughed seven times and coughed thirty times. The remaining times are more than yesterday."
A trace of sadness flashed in the man's eyes, he rubbed the child's head and walked straight to the hut.
The furnishings in the house are extremely simple, with only a wooden table, two or three benches and a wooden bed about four feet wide.
Lying on the bed was an old woman, with pale face and white hair, a haggard appearance, her eyes seemed to be slightly closed, she was covered with a thin quilt, and her breathing was heavy and turbid.
"Mom, I'm back." The man put down the medicine bag, walked to the bed and sat down, and said softly, then he held up the old man's wrist with one hand and stretched out three fingers on it with the other hand.
The woman slowly opened her eyes, but didn't say a word and let him do what he did.
After a while, the man stuffed the old man's palms back into the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt in all directions, and then said warmly: "Mom, I think your health has improved, and you will be fine soon."
The woman looked at the man quietly, her eyes full of love, and it took a long time to squeeze out a hoarse "good" word from her chest.
"Mom, you need a good rest. I'm going to fry the medicine right now." The man's gentle words remained the same. After speaking, he picked up the medicine bag and walked to the kitchen.
When he turned around, his face was filled with sadness.
The old woman coughed twice and then fell asleep. The man in front of the medicine jar was confused and seemed to be lost.
Suddenly, a child's clear voice came from the yard: "Sister, who are you looking for?"
The man suddenly came to his senses and rushed into the courtyard in a few steps, only to see Fairy Qingli standing opposite his child with a smile on her face. It was Zhu Ling'er.
"Jing'er, come here." The man called the child to his side in a deep voice, and then said to Zhu Ling'er: "Who is this girl, and why are you here?"
Zhu Ling'er didn't answer. She looked up and down and asked, "Are you Yuan Hongfei?"
The man's heart trembled when he heard this, but he replied calmly and calmly: "Young lady must have mistaken the wrong person. Gailu Weisheng is a doctor in the town, not some Yuan Hongfei."
Zhu Ling'er looked playful and sighed quietly: "In that case, those men in black should have nothing to do with you." After saying this, he disappeared in a flash.
The man was startled. He picked up the child and walked into the house. He rummaged through the boxes and packed away the gold, silver and other valuables. The little guy didn't know what happened, but he helped his father.
Not long after, I was shocked to hear the sound of horse hooves, and then I saw a group of people galloping over, wearing black clothes and covering their faces, holding sharp knives, and surrounded the small courtyard.
The man hurriedly hid the child in a corner and told him not to make any sound. Then he straightened his clothes and returned to the courtyard.
"Fellow gentlemen, why are you here?" The man bowed and asked calmly.
After saying this, he saw the sharp blade coming out of its sheath, and the men in black all dismounted and approached him step by step.
"Wait a minute!", the man suddenly shouted loudly: "Ten years have passed. My mother died of illness and my son died in infancy. Yuan is alone and has no desire for revenge. He just wants to live the rest of his life in peace. Why must the court kill everyone!"
However, the only response he received was a cold "kill" and a "swish" sound of the sharp blade piercing the air.
As if accepting his fate, he put his hands behind his hands and closed his eyes, standing there with a sad and bitter smile on his face.
At this moment, purple light shimmered and transformed into a lotus to protect the man. The lotus leaves trembled slightly and the sharp blades were broken in two.
The men in black were suddenly startled and scattered. The leader shouted sternly: "The Heavenly Guard is doing things, who is so sneaky!"
The man woke up with a start. He was still in a state of confusion. He saw a broken blade on the ground and didn't know why. He also saw a purple lotus swaying outside him, which made him even more confused.
At this time, Zhu Ling'er withdrew her invisibility technique, walked up to the man, and asked again: "Are you Yuan Hongfei?"
Xu Shi was thrown between life and death. The man was startled at first, and then he suddenly felt heroic and loudly replied: "Yes, I am exactly the same!"
Zhu Ling'er nodded with satisfaction, turned around after removing the purple lotus, and looked at the men in black quietly.
The man in black was startled when he saw a person appear out of thin air in front of him. The word "immortal master" couldn't help but come to mind, and he didn't dare to act rashly. Hearing the conversation between the two, he was even more dilemma.
After struggling for a moment, the leader gritted his teeth, took a step forward and said, "We are waiting for the Heavenly Guard, and we are ordered to capture the remnants of the rebels. I hope the Immortal Master will not interfere."
Zhu Ling'er glanced at him and said calmly: "The Yuan family has a favor with me. Emperor, I will tell him personally. You can leave now."
The man in black had not yet responded, but he heard a sharp shout: "Where is the witch, talking nonsense here!"
But I saw five black-haired old Taoists, dressed in brocade and holding silver whisks, standing leisurely at the entrance of the small courtyard.
When the man in black saw these five people, he immediately saluted and said respectfully: "I have met the immortal master."
The person in the middle of the five waved his hand and turned towards Zhu Linger, but before he could speak, there was thunder and lightning.
Zhu Ling'er's dress was fluttering, and five balls were floating on her head, the size of a chicken, with electric arcs on the surface, emitting a superb thunder light.
The five old Taoists were so frightened by the thunder that three souls left their bodies and seven souls left the body. After calming down their minds, they wanted to leave quickly, but after glancing at the people around them, for some reason, they felt a violent anger and their faces turned red. of red.
The five people looked at each other and said nothing. They saw one sacrificial talisman, one dancing sword, one gathering fire, one condensing ice, and the remaining one simply took out a ring-eye simple knife from the storage bag and stepped on Qizheng. , attacking Zhu Ling'er.
"Boom" thunder sounded several times, lightning flashed, and the five people disappeared into thin air.
"Six desires deceive the heart, lustful evil invades the body, and the destiny of immortality is wasted. Death will not be deserved." The words came out, and the words were cold. Zhu Ling'er's face showed no sadness or joy, and those who heard it felt cold all over their bodies.
The people in black were so frightened that they immediately got on their horses and drove away without any hesitation.
Before the smoke and dust dispersed, a "squeak" was heard, but it was the old woman who tremblingly opened the door.
"Fei'er, what happened? Why is it so noisy?" The old woman asked weakly, leaning on the door frame. As soon as she finished speaking, she started coughing violently.
Yuan Hongfei woke up from his sluggish state and exclaimed: "Mom, why are you up!"
As he spoke, he hurried over to help him: "It's nothing, just a few boys playing around. I'll help you go back to rest." As he said that, he patted his back gently to help him calm down.
Zhu Ling'er looked at the old woman, smiled slightly, and called softly: "Aunt Hua."
After hearing this, the woman paused, raised her head and looked at Zhu Ling'er, and asked doubtfully: "Girl, who are you?"
Zhu Ling'er took a few steps forward and replied warmly: "It's me, Zhu Ling'er."
The woman frowned and murmured: "Zhu Ling'er, Ling'er..."
After a while, a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and a flush appeared on his face.
"You are Ling'er!" The woman was so excited that she looked around non-stop after speaking.
Zhu Ling'er walked closer, holding her palm with one hand and putting the other behind her back. The purple light around her body was faint, and Wen Chun's spiritual power was continuously injected into her body. At the same time, she said: "Aunt Hua, Yuan Qing has a heavy responsibility and cannot come with her."
As the warmth and coolness entered her body, the woman suddenly felt that her breath became much smoother. She patted Zhu Ling'er's hand happily and then asked, "Is Qing'er okay?"
Zhu Ling'er smiled and said: "He is fine, he is now a great swordsman in heaven and earth."
After hearing this, the woman replied with a smile: "Okay, okay, okay," then changed the subject and asked: "By the way, after so many years, have you gotten married?"
Zhu Ling'er smiled and did not answer, but advised: "Aunt Hua, you are inconvenient, let's go in and talk slowly."
"Okay, okay," the woman nodded repeatedly, and after taking two steps, she said to Yuan Hongfei, "Fei'er, please go out first."
Yuan Hongfei looked at his mother, then at Zhu Ling'er, and whispered back: "Yes, mother."
Gently closing the door, Yuan Hongfei returned to the courtyard, looked at the blue sky above his head, and stood speechless.
The little guy stared at the crack in the door for a long time. At this moment, he finally caught the opportunity, rushed to Yuan Hongfei, and asked excitedly: "Dad, is that sister really a god?"
"Yes, gods..." Yuan Hongfei sighed, seemingly in response, but also as if he was speaking to himself.
After hearing this, the little guy's eyes sparkled, and he repeated silently in his heart: "God, God..."
Two hours later.
Zhu Ling'er came out of the house, took out a mutton-fat jade bottle and handed it to Yuan Hongfei.
"Aunt Hua has already gone to bed. This is the Peiyuan Pill. Divide it into four parts and take one pill a month. Take it in the form of water and it will cure all stubborn diseases in half a year."
After saying that, he released the magic weapon and flew away in the air.
Seeing this, the little guy couldn't help but open his mouth, tugged on his father's sleeves, and jumped up and shouted: "Sister can fly! Sister is flying!"
"Shut up! Don't let outsiders know!" Yuan Hongfei scolded in a rare and stern tone.
Seeing the aggrieved look on the child's face, his heart softened. He was about to say something to comfort him, but he heard a faint female voice ringing in his ears: "Just rest in peace and rest, I will take care of your worries."
He suddenly raised his head and saw that no one was in sight, and his grip on the jade bottle became tighter and tighter.
Three days later, Baiyun Temple.
In the Sanqing Hall, the Taoist had his hands behind his back, and the fragrance was lingering in front of him. The Taoist boy behind him bowed and said: "Master, it is reported that the royal family went to Emei to capture the remnants of the rebels. They all died in one blow. The one who did it was one Female cultivator, her realm is unknown."
"I know, let's go down."
Imperial City.
A group of men in black knelt on the ground and remained silent.
The emperor frowned, thought for a moment and then said in a deep voice: "Show the Baiyun Temple."
