Our Lady of Yaochi waved her embroidery, and the tower door opened slowly with a click. The smell of metal in the tower hit her face. The breath of vicissitudes of time must have been that no one has visited it for a long time.
The first floor was dim and dull. Ji Yiyun looked inside and saw many broken tower-shaped magic weapons piled up like mountains, with a thick layer of dust on the surface.
Our Lady of Yaochi took the lead to walk into the door. She glanced at these broken magic weapons and said with some emotion: "The first layer is the abandoned magic weapons preserved in various eras. It can be remembered from the beginning of the Western Emperor. After hundreds of thousands of years, it has remained the same!"
"Holy Mother, will it have any impact if I take away some magic weapons?"
Ji Yiyun knows that these broken magic weapons have become a kind of historical relics. They may be the product of dark turmoil, recording the cruelty of every era. If they are taken away, does it count as destroying cultural relics?
Xiyue next to her looked at Ji Yiyun. She sounded a magnetic voice, as if she knew what he was thinking, and said: "Holy Son, don't worry, the Holy Land has already had backups. These have been selected many times and forged from precious materials. The fragments of the magic weapon were taken away, and no one cares about the rest.”
Our Lady of Yaochi also smiled and said: "Xiyue is right! These are the ones left over from selection. Yiyun, you can go to the upper floors to select complete magic weapons!"
"Thank you, Holy Mother, no need. As long as it is a magic weapon, there is no requirement for whether it is good or bad. Those complete magic weapons should be left to the Holy Land for its own use!" Ji Yiyun shook his head.
"Okay! Then you can get it yourself!" Our Lady of Yaochi nodded.
Looking at the mountains of magic weapon fragments, Ji Yiyun was not polite. He raised his hand and rolled up thousands of piles of snow. Smoke and dust were everywhere. Countless dust was swept away. Several tower mountains were taken away, and then several piles of other types of magic weapon fragments were taken away.
The Qingfeng inside the body softly roared, and it sank into the pile of magic weapons, and began to devour it. Pieces of magic weapon fragments were swallowed up, leaving a powder on the ground.
Having achieved his goal, Ji Yiyun stopped staying and left the tower with Our Lady of Yaochi and Xiyue. After saying goodbye, he disappeared and hurried back to the courtyard.
Our Lady of Yaochi watched Ji Yiyun leave, turned to look at Xiyue who was approaching, smiled peacefully and said: "What do you think of Yiyun, Xiyue?"
Xiyue's body was shrouded in mist, calm and calm, and she whispered softly: "Holy Son, on the road to enlightenment and becoming an emperor, you have already gone very far, and I am not as good as you!"
"Yes! Although his cultivation level is not very high, his combat power is the highest I have ever seen. He has already touched the Eight Forbidden Domains, and he has not practiced as long as his younger generation.
According to Emperor Pagoda's request, it seems that he is intentionally suppressed and does not want Yaochi to give him too much help to let him go his own way.
That day I felt the fluctuation of the Wushi Clock. Now it seems that Yiyun is most likely related to the Wushi Emperor, but I don't know what the relationship is.
Although Emperor Pagoda does not allow us to help him too much, we at Yaochi also need to make some adjustments. "
The peaceful eyes of Our Lady of Yaochi flashed with brilliance. She summarized the context she had grasped in the past few days, and then made some judgments to discuss with Xiyue.
Xiyue chuckled and said: "Holy Mother, I think the Holy Son should be the descendant of Emperor Wu Shi. In the inheritance pagoda, he should light up the tenth floor of the pagoda."
"Hmm... In this case, the fluctuations were blocked by the Imperial Tower, and I also found that Yiyun didn't feel depressed at all when he came out.
At his age, it is impossible for him to remain calm and composed after failure. It can be seen from Lingxi teasing him. Although these are all speculations, they are close to the facts! "
Our Lady of Yaochi held Xiyue's jade hand, and the mystery that shrouded her heart seemed to be solved. She moved the clouds and made the rain fall, and after the rain, the sky cleared up. Our Lady of Yaochi showed a smile, and everything was under control.
The two women stood on the top of the mountain, looked at each other and smiled, like a spring garden filled with flowers blooming, and then stepped on the auspicious clouds and left gracefully.
Ji Yiyun didn't know all this. He would often appear in the Sutra Pavilion in the Yaochi Holy Land, reading the books left by the sages of the Yaochi Holy Land in the past generations, and constantly enriching himself.
His figure also often appears and disappears. The sages of the Yaochi Holy Land left a place for engraving, sorting out the secret realm of the Four Extremes, and engraved the Four Symbols and Dao diagrams on his limbs.
Qingfeng has been lying in the pile of fragments of the magic weapon, and the Dao patterns that continue to eat up the fragments continue to grow. Ji Yiyun no longer worries about the availability of the Taoist soldiers, and a big stone falls in his heart, feeling relaxed.
Immersed in this state, Ji Yiyun was extremely fulfilled these days. No matter what happened in the outside world, he had read tens of thousands of scriptures and comprehended hundreds of engraved Taoist rhymes.
More than a month passed unknowingly. Ji Yiyun, dressed in white as snow, stood on the lake, walking on the water. The spiritual energy was thick and turned into mist, lingering around him, like the waves of an immortal, with indescribable harmony and charm.
He closed his eyes and walked in the mist, standing above the lake. His mind was peaceful and peaceful, his expression was calm, and he grasped the four poles to match the veins of the four images.
A picture of the Four Elephants Dao appeared all around, surrounding Ji Yiyun. The real dragon roared, the phoenix chirped, the white tiger roared, and the Xuanwu breathed out. They were like the Emperor of Heaven descending to the lower realm, with the four images accompanying each other.
At this time, Ji Yiyun had a piece of softness on his back, and a pair of jade hands hugged his abdomen. He immediately broke through, and the four images disappeared. He opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Lingxi, can you let me go?"
The person who came was none other than the Supreme Elder of Lingxi. Her delicate and watery jade body was close to Ji Yiyun, hugging him from behind, with only a layer of gauze separating her, conveying the uneven touch.
Lingxi rested his head on Ji Yiyun's shoulder, exhaling like orchid, blowing on his face. Three thousand green hairs fell on his chest, and the fragrant fragrance filled Ji Yiyun's nostrils, all of which stimulated Ji Yiyun and made his blood boil.
"Haha... didn't I tell you? Little man, you can't escape from my grasp!" Lingxi's jade hand slid upwards, like a water snake entwining itself, and gently touched Ji Yiyun's abdominal muscles, and on his chest Stay.
"Lingxi, you are playing with fire, I tell you!"
Ji Yiyun reached out and grabbed Lingxi's jade hand to prevent her from groping randomly, as if it had been worn out many times.
Apparently the Supreme Elder of Lingxi has been here more than once, and every time there are various tricks to test Ji Yiyun's determination.
Just because Ji Yiyun called her Supreme Elder, Lingxi smiled happily and took off her clothes to take a bath in the lake in the courtyard. That time, Ji Yiyun almost lost control and her blood ran wild.
When Lingxi heard Ji Yiyun's words, she held her jade hand behind her back and lightly touched his palm with her green fingers. She blew her red lips against Ji Yiyun's ear and said with a charming smile: "Little man, I'm just playing with fire. I'm right here, Don’t just talk but don’t practice!”
Being provoked in this way, the clay figurine was even more angry, not to mention Ji Yiyun, a young man with strong temper. His heart was filled with anger. He let go of Lingxi's jade hand, turned around and hugged her, looking at her who was as delicate as water and charming as silk.
"Press..." She hummed softly, a little caught off guard.
Lingxi waited until the critical moment and felt Ji Yiyun's anger. Her big hands were hot. She was not as relaxed as she showed. Instead, she couldn't let go. Her delicate body tensed up and her face turned pink. She didn't dare to look at Ji Yiyun and her eyes dodge. When I opened the car, my heart was pounding.
Seeing her like this, Ji Yiyun's fiery heart instantly extinguished, and everything became dull. He put her down, shook his head and said, "I already have someone I like, and you probably don't want to see that I am a wandering person." people."
Ji Yiyun stepped back to the lakeside, leaving Lingxi with a stunned look on her face above the mist-shrouded lake. She stood in the void, with a pink aftertaste still remaining on her charming face.
Lingxi's charming and restrained figure disappeared. She glanced at Ji Yiyun below with a complex look, said nothing, and left.
Ji Yiyun looked at her leaving back. While feeling disappointed, many things turned into a sigh. He couldn't help but think of a modern poem:
The woman is running wildly at night
naked body to the sky
inexplicably
in the chessboard
Jumping like a checkered pattern on my
vision
Just as she came lightly, she also left lightly, not taking away a cloud or leaving a wisp of smoke.
