To the west of Daqian, on the top of the mountains, among the clouds and mist, an antique attic can be vaguely seen.
This place is inaccessible and is a height that is extremely difficult for mortals to reach.
The Xuannv Pavilion, one of the major Xuanmen sects, is located here.
On this day, a visitor came to the gate of Xuannv Pavilion.
An old man who knows his fate.
He wore a neatly arranged yellow robe, and carried a long sword with a red tassel on the end of his back. His hair was also carefully combed, making it look clear and distinct.
Behind him, there was an unconscious girl suspended.
Arriving at the mountain gate of Xuannv Pavilion, Zhang Ciming stopped and waited for a moment. A female crown suddenly appeared behind the mountain gate.
Seeing the visitor, a complicated look appeared in Zhang Ciming's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the female crown opposite him spoke first:
"What are you doing here?"
The voice was cold, and what was colder than the voice was the indifference in the female crown's eyes.
She looks about forty years old, and through the curvature between her eyebrows and eyes, you can vaguely see the beauty of her youth.
"..." Looking at the female crown, Zhang Ciming seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were a little dim. He sighed incomprehensibly, and after sorting out his emotions, he said seriously: "I found a person with a cold body and a special temperament. She is a girl with a spirit body, but her heart has been invaded by gray energy, and she needs the nourishment of the spiritual land to survive. Compared with Longhu Mountain, the spiritual land of your Xuannv Pavilion is more suitable for saving her."
As he spoke, under Zhang Ciming's control, the girl suspended behind him slowly flew towards the crown and stayed in front of her.
Hearing this, Nu Guan'e frowned slightly. She raised her hand and pressed it on Zhang Caili's wrist to feel his pulse.
After more than ten breaths, Nu Guan retracted her hand and relaxed her brows slightly: "It is indeed a special cold spirit... The gray energy invaded the heart. Thanks to the spirit, the degree of invasion was low and she had a vitality. After protecting her origin and using the power of the cold spiritual earth to warm her up, there should be a possibility of recovery."
"The special cold nature spirit should be quite suitable for your Xuannv Pavilion's exercises. What do you think? Can we save this child?" Zhang Ciming said.
The female crown nodded: "Keep her."
Everyone in the world thinks that it is extremely difficult to join a Taoist sect, but as everyone knows, it is not an easy task for a Taoist sect to find satisfactory disciples.
And special spiritual disciples who fit the sect's skills are undoubtedly extremely popular.
As for the disciple's character, we can only investigate it after Zhang Caili is resuscitated.
Seeing that Nu Guan was willing to accept Zhang Caili, Zhang Ciming nodded: "This child's name is Zhang Caili. It's pitiful to say that his family members all died in the Gray Realm."
Mentioning "death" and "gray domain", Nu Guan's eyes became much colder. Even the clouds and mists that shrouded the mountain all year round condensed into ice due to Nu Guan's emotional changes, fell to the ground, and exploded into countless ice flowers.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ciming was also in a low mood: "Give me a bottle of Cold Jade Pill, I will use it."
The woman waved her sleeves: "Get out."
Zhang Ciming took the white jade bottle, and when he looked up again, the figure of Nu Guan had disappeared, and Zhang Caili disappeared with it.
After a long silence, Zhang Ciming turned around and headed down the mountain.
The cold wind on the top of the mountain blew the hair, making the figure walking alone on the mountain road feel inexplicably desolate.
…
In Xuannv Pavilion, Nu Guan held the unconscious Zhang Caili and came to Qingyoutan, one of the spiritual places in Xuannv Pavilion.
The water in the pool is clear and tinged with cold air, like an upside-down mirror without any ripples.
In the center of the quiet pool, there is a lotus leaf. The lotus on it is still in bud and will not bloom.
It is a rare plant from heaven and earth that blooms only once every hundred years in the spiritual land - "Quiet Cold Lotus". Each flower contains the power of creation.
The "Qingyou Hanlian" that is about to bloom spontaneously pulls the power of the spiritual veins, making the spiritual energy of this spiritual land more abundant.
To a certain extent, there is a mutual relationship between the spiritual land and the "Quiet Cold Lotus".
Nu Guan's body rose from the ground, she carried Zhang Caili and flew to the center of the Qingyou Pond, placing the girl on the lotus leaf.
Here, the gray energy that has invaded the girl's heart will be eliminated as quickly as possible.
Nu Guan raised her fingers, her mana condensed on her fingertips, and the void was carved. In one breath, dozens of symbols were generated in the sky, flying around Zhang Caili's body lying on the lotus leaf, and finally formed a thin film of white light. Wrapping her delicate body inside.
After doing this, the female crown turned and left.
Under the pull of the magic circle, more spiritual energy washed away Zhang Caili's physical body, and during this repeated washing, the gray energy in the girl's heart was decreasing little by little.
In the quiet pool, it is silent and quiet.
But what no one knows is that the girl lying on the lotus leaf at this moment has a slight arc at the corner of her mouth.
The smile flashed past, as if it was just an illusion.
If Wang Changsheng could watch with his own eyes at this moment, he would find that this smile is strikingly similar to the smile on the face of the scholar under the old tree in the fantasy scene who raised a glass to invite him to drink together.
…
Longhu Mountain, inside the pavilion.
Hearing the words "Child, welcome home", Wang Changsheng's heart trembled violently.
It was just an ordinary sentence, but it made him have an inexplicable urge to cry.
For him, the word "home" seems to be close at hand and yet far away in the horizon.
Although he had only been in this world for a week, his experiences along the way gave Wang Changsheng the illusion that several years had passed.
"Qingfeng Temple, Li Lechun's disciple Wang Changsheng, pays homage to the old gentleman."
He bowed deeply and showed respect.
Although he had some guesses about the identity of the old Taoist priest in the pavilion, Wang Changsheng did not dare to make a conclusion before the other party admitted it, so he used the name "Mr. Old".
"Haha." The old Taoist priest smiled slightly: "It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back."
"But compared to old sir, I prefer you to call me, Master."
"Why, that guy Ciming didn't tell you that your master Lechun is also my disciple?"
"Disciple Wang Changsheng, pay homage to the master." Wang Changsheng knelt down on the ground without hesitation and kowtowed three times.
"You little guy..." Seeing Wang Changsheng's performance, the Heavenly Master also shook his head and laughed, but he did not stop him, but accepted the gift calmly: "Get up, sit down, and drink tea with me, this old guy. , chat.”
"Ciming has already sent me a message telling me that you don't have to worry about Lechun."
The Heavenly Master raised his hand and waved, and in an instant, the air rippled and turned into an upright water surface.
A sloppy young Taoist priest was lying on a long bench sleeping, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and waving it, looking even more relaxed.
As the Heavenly Master reached out and grabbed him, the sloppy young Taoist priest in the water mirror was immediately pulled out.
The young Taoist priest who had just landed staggered, and the Taoist crown on his head was soft and almost fell off. Fortunately, he raised his hand in time to hold it down, thus avoiding the tragedy of the "love hat" falling to the ground.
Seeing the expressionless old Heavenly Master, the slovenly young Taoist smiled: "Master, this disciple is not lazy, it's just..."
"Okay." The Heavenly Master was too lazy to tell this guy more: "Take your uncle Lechun to the spiritual land."
"Okay." The sloppy young Taoist nodded hurriedly, took Li Laodao who flew out of the bamboo cage, and left as quickly as possible, but before leaving, he turned his head slightly and winked at Wang Changsheng.
