After the rain in the mountains, all the flowers are gone, and the remaining leaves are all over the ground, and the orioles are singing.
The showers have stopped for a while, the weather is cold and chilly, but the cave is as warm as spring.
The entrance to the cave was camouflaged and hidden in the grass. The warning and prohibition were intact, making it difficult for anyone to detect it.
Qu Yuyi leaned against the rock wall and closed his eyes to sleep. The flames of the bonfire danced gently, dyeing his fair face a bright red. Xiao Mengjiu picked the fire, yawned and fell asleep.
Yan Ci sat cross-legged by the fire, caressing the Buddha's bones at leisure.
The Buddha bones are warm and delicate, and when held in the hand, there is a sense of heaviness accumulated by time. The bone patterns imprinted on it are wonderful and subtle, completely natural.
Yan Ci holds four of the five treasures, which is enough to be proud of. But looking left and right, I still couldn't understand the wonders of the Buddha's bones, and I didn't know what the sissy Ji Chong wanted to do with them.
Yan Ci put it away, stretched, rubbed his eyes and said, "I have a half-day to spare..." When he raised his eyes, he suddenly found that Xiao Mengjiu had tilted his head and was already sleeping unsteadily.
The sound of patter of rain penetrated into the ears, and the soul was softened gradually.
The hourglass of time flows slowly, and the lazy atmosphere floating in the cave brings back many beautiful memories.
The rain fell wildly all night long.
The air is sweet and fresh, the sun shines through the thin mist in the deep forest, and the raindrops on the leaves slowly slide down, making a ticking sound.
The lingering sleepiness made it difficult to leave, and Xiao Mengjiu complained: "I have been running around for months, and it is rare to have a good dream, but to be disturbed by Mr. Yan is really intolerable!"
The elf's eyes were sleepy, and the shadows of his eyelashes made his clear eyes somewhat hazy. The blush on his soft melon-seed face had not faded away, and he looked cute and innocent.
"It's easy to tease people with light resentment, but it's better to laugh and forget about it. Is this what it looks like?" Yan Ci saw his mind wandering out of the world and murmured, "Beautiful is beautiful, and he also knows how to set up unparalleled hidden restrictions to let us enjoy peace and happiness. This is called being unreasonable."
Whether you are an eight-year-old girl or an eighty-year-old woman, flattering words seem to be the eternal trump card.
Xiao Mengjiu was so embarrassed that she had no place to place her spring onion and jade fingers. Her charming eyes were shy and her red lips smiled and said: "Flattery, retreat is the way to advance!"
Yan Ci smiled and said, "It's not that Yan is trying to flatter you, but he is speaking from the bottom of his heart. If you don't have this support, how can you dare to do tricks under Jiu Ying's nose?"
Xiao Mengjiu pursed her lips and said, "I don't dare to take credit. Without Liu Ying Sun Chasing Boots, no one would be able to perform."
Yan Ci was in awe and praised: "Working hard but not cutting down, meritorious service but no virtue, how generous!" After saying that, he brushed away the vines, and the ancient trees were gently swaying in the scorching sun. , the mountain is more secluded when birds sing.”
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As the saying goes, when the nest is overturned, are there any eggs left?
In view of this, the Ancestral Dragon's order was fulfilled, and the monks from all over the world gathered eastward without hesitation to contribute to the upcoming battle to slay the monsters.
In this situation, there are many practitioners who are extremely ambitious and are willing to go through fire and water for the inheritance of Taoism and the safety of the people.
Yan Ci is not a selfish person, and he also has the intention to kill thieves. Although the monks in the fusion stage are just an appetizer in front of the enemy, if he persists in stretching his legs and staring when he is dying, it will not be considered an insult to the master.
A single thread cannot make a thread, and a single tree cannot make a forest. The only current plan is to hope that all the sects can combine the power of ants to be used together.
Yan Ci sighed quietly and told herself to keep a low profile before the battle. With the escape power blessed by Liuying Sun-Chasing Boots and a little bit of luck, she might be able to survive.
Qu Yuyi is wrapped in a white shirt, like cold jade and ice, and the frosty charm surrounding the fragrant body reveals the aura of keeping strangers away. She didn't care about Yan Ci's random thoughts. She had been away for the past few days without saying a word.
Yan Ci sighed quietly again, thinking to herself that she was afraid that the ice poison had relapsed!
But traveling with a beautiful woman is a wonderful experience! I was tired of seeing the scenery along the road, so I turned around and caught a glimpse of the beautiful beauty like the wind-swept jade trees, and caught a glimpse of the delicate face of the red plum blossoms like flying snow. It was really wonderful.
As Yu Jian travels eastward, the summer trees are green and the land is full of fragrance.
From time to time, you can hear the sound of roosters crowing and dogs barking. Several mountain villages and wild villages are located in the mountains. The villages are shaded by thick shades, clean and elegant, the peaches and plums are half-ripe in the orchards, and the melons and beans are growing in the fields.
A farmer's family had a newly married daughter-in-law and was hosting a banquet to entertain the guests. The groom and the waiter were going around asking for wine, and they were drinking until they were red in the face. Little did they know that the bride was waiting in the bridal chamber and was panicking.
On the opposite ridge, three monks were sitting idle, looking at the children who were busy holding incense and covering their ears while setting off firecrackers on the village road. The faint sound of laughter could be heard. It seems that ever since I started to pursue the Tao, I no longer have time to pick up such simple happiness.
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The green mountains are vast and the sky is dotted with flying giants.
Three hundred miles away, two cliffs seemed like a screen blocking the sky.
The land below the cliff is wide and the water is clear, and the top of the cliff is gloomy and gloomy. After passing through the forest-shaded portal at the intersection of cliffs, you will reach the endless plain.
But there is always darkness before dawn. Many beautiful appearances cannot hide the evil heart. For example, the miasma, which is as colorful as clouds, is the ghost of impermanence that seduces people's souls and threatens their lives.
The low-lying valleys are humid all year round, exposed to the sun and rain, and the turbid air steams up again. There is even a mother miasma in the depths of the miasma. "A Luyi" records: "Something may be seen falling from the sky on the outside of the ridge, first like a projectile, gradually like a wheel, and then scattered in all directions." People and animals will die if they touch it.
The wild smoke and evil miasma are like an indestructible fortress, guarding the secrets of the mountains. Only those who cultivate the truth can wave their sleeves to avoid the miasma, causing the mother of miasma to lie dormant, hiding the poisonous energy, and can walk easily.
There is an abandoned city lurking behind the cliff. The ancient mottled wall bricks reflect the long time, and the humble moss begs for shelter in the damp and dark places, looking at itself in pity in the cold wind and rain.
The city is filled with cold fire and autumn smoke, the decaying grass is desolate, and the lonely wind and cold clouds are all desolate.
Dream City! It was once an important town in the chaotic world, when dynasties were rising and falling, and wars were going on. It had blocked the invasion of Beidi barbarians many times. After the world was unified, it was abandoned because it had no place to fight.
According to legend, the soldiers and people guarding the city once witnessed a strange thing.
Under the clear sky, a mythical beast descended from the sky. This beast has the body of a sheep and the head of a deer. It is as white as snow. It is covered with thousands of auspicious streaks and its golden antlers are more dazzling and dazzling than the rising sun. The mythical beast uttered human words, saying that there was too much killing in this city and would be punished by heaven. Tomorrow the sky would rain down rocks and fire to punish the people. After saying this, it left and never returned.
These threatening words seemed to be fabricated out of thin air, and the soldiers heard them incomprehensibly, as if they were in a dream. Fortunately, a certain general guarding the city believed in supernatural things, so he disobeyed the city lord's orders and moved most of the soldiers and civilians outside the city to avoid disaster. The next day, the prediction of the sacred deer came true. Meteors and sky fires destroyed the city into a mess, and no soldiers or civilians left behind escaped with their lives.
"Lieh Zi" once said: "The people of Zheng were overjoyed when they found a deer, so they accidentally left it where it was hidden and thought it was a dream." The people were ignorant and almost made the same mistake again. After the city collapsed, the people had to move elsewhere. In gratitude for the warning from the sacred deer, they renamed it Menglu City.
This matter was passed down by word of mouth, and was initially known to the Mahayana Mansion in Beidi. The master of the palace led his disciple Beidao to rush to the city to search for meteorites from the sky, remove the waste and retain the essence, and create several magic weapons. Over time, his strength increased by leaps and bounds, and he became the leader among the many sects in Star Reaching Plains.
Since then, Menglu City has become a treasure hunting resort for cultivators. The cultivators come and go, digging deep into the ground to look for broken meteorites. The occasional finds can be sold for sky-high prices. Over time, this ruins turned into a mountain market where spiritual items were sold.
Jackdaws perch on ancient trees, and the setting sun shines on the deserted city. There is an air of decadence in the air, and the decaying grass beside the narrow road is desolate, which makes people feel melancholy.
The dilapidated palace of the city lord stands in the inner city. Natural disasters and the passage of time have not wiped away its former glory and prosperity. The traces of the vicissitudes of life bear witness to a different past.
Stepping into the inner city, you can see dead grass and poplars everywhere, and several stalls are spread out in the open space very casually. There were only a few people in the place, except for the stall owner, there were only travellers.
The journey across the sea is long, and you will soon miss Sutou. You can stop here for a while, warm a pot of strong wine in a shabby house and enjoy the long night, so that your wandering will be worthwhile.
The stall owners with low cultivation level packed up their belongings in frustration, complaining about the lackluster business.
The next night, they will also rush to the shore of the sea to fight against the demon cultivator. Maybe they will never see each other again in their entire lives. How many of them can not feel sad when they are parting in life and death!
The main hall of the city lord's mansion is two stories high and five rooms wide. It is built with a stone base and nanmu as the pillars and beams.
The afterglow of the setting sun slid past the hole in the roof, making the cobwebs and flying dust in the corners particularly clear.
A bonfire was lit in the hall, and the chairs carved from rosewood had long been burned to charcoal. A bottle of spirit wine was warming on the charcoal fire, and the rich aroma of wine and sandalwood floated leisurely.
It was a bit cool in Menglu City after dusk. Six cultivators sat around the fire hugging their knees and chatting about romance in the warm atmosphere.
As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, there was a young man with an elegant demeanor and a slight mustache under his chin who smiled and said, "How wonderful it is to have friends from far away!" The young man possesses the cultivation level of Fusion Stage and stands out among the guests present.
The hearty and pure laughter revealed joy, as if unexpectedly meeting an old friend whom I hadn’t seen for many years in a strange distant place. The rest of them stood up, with gentle smiles on their faces.
For every dog-slaughtering person who is righteous, there are many scholars who are unfaithful. This free and easy temperament is so precious. When you meet someone from a remote place in a remote country, you have to know each other before.
Yan Ci smiled brightly and said, "It's a blessing for me to have you as a guest from another country."
The young man touched his palm and said, "I hope you are two distinguished guests. Please take a seat!"
Everyone on the table moved out of their empty seats, spread soft and smooth straw, and invited the two of them to sit down. The young man presented two wines to me and said, "A glass of warm wine will pour over my heart, and I will have no regrets and a pure heart. Please."
The color of the wine was as red as rouge and the aroma was as fragrant as orchid. Yan Ci ignored Qu Yuyi's restraining gaze and drank it all in one gulp.
The spirit wine is pungent and bitter when it enters the stomach, and for a moment, the mellow aroma bursts. Dozens of complex and exotic aromas linger in the heart, but they are far away and far away, with a long aftertaste. The taste is full of chivalrous tenderness and the mind of a strong man.
Yan Ci was suddenly filled with pride, and he recited the poem in an extremely sour tone, sighing: "Go into danger with great splendor, and become famous for your great ambition!" The group of cultivators listened to this, and their closeness doubled.
Qu Yuyi opened her lips and took a sip. Suddenly she felt the lotus pill in her dantian vibrating, absorbing all the power of the wine like a hungry wolf. She lowered her eyebrows and nodded thoughtfully.
The young man poured another cup to each other and said with a smile: "When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups are too little. Drink this cup again."
Seeing this man's graceful and free manner, Yan Ci suddenly felt regretful for meeting him so late. He asked his name and found out that he was Ren Xiaoyao, a disciple of Beidi's Jade Cauldron Sword Sect, who was well-known in the world.
Yan Ci praised: "Senior brother, he is so talented and elegant, and he really lives up to his name!" Then he said his name to himself, and the monks present were stunned and moved, and they all said, "I have admired you for a long time."
I know all the people here, but the names of the guests here are not mentioned in the scriptures. They are all casual practitioners who have been practicing for a very short period of time. But heroes don't care about their origins. When the group of cultivators are drinking and chatting, they treat each other equally.
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