The mountain peaks stretch green and the atmosphere is ancient and elegant.
Martial arts training ground.
There is an open space in the middle of the mountain, with smoke curling up from cooking stoves, and the forest at the corners of the Red House Hall is dyed. It is a huge venue with white jade paving and fenced pavilions.
The sky is light and cloudy, and from time to time the wings of birds flap and fly.
The bird has a soft and shiny red body, long green legs, and a comb with feathers on its head. It wanders freely in the clouds. It is one of the favorites of Xiaoya Peak, Xuanling Bird.
The wings are magnificent and large, and the bone wings can be stretched and retracted well. One bend, one fold and bind, they can cut the whole body and wait for it, smooth and dexterous.
Zhongli Bixi swung the Qingfeng Sword in a peaceful move, with a loyal heart.
There are many people practicing martial arts. If everyone raises their eyes a little, the faces on all the venues can be seen clearly. The practice is completely diverse and wonderful.
Use swords, knives, bows and arrows, and double spears without looking at them one by one.
Concentrate and immerse yourself in the practice.
The beauty left the world, and when she moved the sword, she performed extraordinary exercises, kicking and kicking with long legs, and the arcs were gorgeous.
There are many pavilions, and the largest one is the Huxiang Pavilion. It has classic red paint rolling decoration, twelve rhombus-shaped legs, bricks and burgundy red tiles, and the pine branches are lying in the middle. The deep and dry pine leaves are gathered together. The original pagoda has a high top and a square inch. .
A group of elegant and clean-looking people in gorgeous brocade clothes, handsome men and beauties, shouted congratulations.
"Senior Sister Xue'er, Gui Yi's sword technique is in full swing and takes another step forward."
They looked at the pavilion, where white jade stones were wide, a butterfly with two petals on the headband, a bun with many curled flowers, a gold hairpin with trembling leaves floating on the side, and the woman Ouyang Xue.
The long skirt and red shirt are embroidered with lifelike gold patterns and butterflies. Ouyang Xue sweeps across the broken leaves. Practicing spiritual energy painting, the fine fallen leaves fly up and close up and down as the sword turns.
A gust of wind passed by, and sparks from fallen leaves hit the moon, rushing toward Qiao Song's torso like a piece of satin, after a huge critical strike.
The fallen leaves are gone, and the dust is scattered on the earth.
There are generally a lot of big moves in such a situation, but because of their high strength and beauty, not many women work hard on their own.
It's not that there are no vassals, it's inevitable. After all, water flows to higher places.
Zhongli's jade-washing beauties are equally matched in appearance. In the other corner, if you have any thoughts, the thing that intercepted the poor Taoist, the sword-hui spiritual weapon increases the sense of enlightenment, and the tasseled blue tail is like a dream.
The morning went by so quickly that Zhongli Bixi barely managed to practice the second move.
Sitting in the pavilion, the accompanying children brought plates of melons and fruits and a pot of tea.
After a while, Zhongli Bi washed and dismissed the child, sat on the floor, and took Yuan Dan into his mouth. It had a medicinal aroma of tangerine and pomelo, sweet, smooth and delicate noodles.
The elixir power accumulated like fog, the river overflowed, glowing every meridians and weakening some flesh and blood.
The whole body looks firmer, leaner and softer.
The elixir is different from spiritual energy. Its essence is dispersed into the bones, causing a stinging pain.
Zhongli Bi washed his body as if he had gone through a critical moment of life and death. After deboning, his whole body was exhausted and his sweat evaporated for half an hour.
Panel system, "Aura value: add 20"
"Auxiliary elixir," Zhongli Bi sighed for a while, as if someone was flocking to it, it was not unreasonable to take a shortcut to upgrade.
"Host, in fact, if you get along with the genius, your cultivation will be faster." The little raccoon system had no choice but to remind him.
After Zhonglibi heard this, his expression was filled with two mutually exclusive emotions.
Yun Tu Zangyue, a high-level monk, they are not here. The five mountains are divided into nine levels. The disciples here have to walk through the spirit-locking road between the mountains. There are three chains with thick heads and one rope. , weaving high-risk bridge roads.
The abyss below is frightening to people's hearts. If you fall into it, your body will be completely gone. You will understand why the mental test is so high after you have seen it.
At the threshold of status level, motley outer disciples like Zhongli Bixi were not allowed to have contact with him for anything.
"There is one thing." Zhongli Bixi thought of this.
Instead of asking the question, just put it in your mind, you might as well ask: "System."
It was dark under the trees, and several waves of people passed by the pavilion. Even the birds that were staying on the railings gradually flew away.
The little raccoon hesitated and said: "The principle of the Sky Star is simplified. The genius' behavior, intelligence, and body are highly perfect. As the affection for the host increases, the rewards become more abundant."
"It's not that I'm careless, but that I'm thinking in the wrong direction." Zhongli Bi washed away the painful memories.
As for the problem, Zhonglibi washed down the mountain with the mentality of giving it a try.
The streets are bustling with monks everywhere, but they are very low. The second level of Qi training accounts for one in a thousand, only one in a thousand people.
The shops are cluttered with vendors and have the most clutter. Look at the sun.
"It's past noon," Zhongli Bi said.
Glancing around, he saw a private trafficker coming from the south. The turtle shell was half the size of a house. It was smooth and bright in color. He stretched out his four big limbs and moved a certain distance, extending the distance by five meters in a second.
"Go to the streets, okay, get in the car." The old coachman was so poor that his clothes were in tatters, but his calm tone did not affect him at all.
"Okay." Zhongli Bi washed his hands and climbed onto the back of a turtle lightly.
Laogui Nanhe, the city's boss of transportation, can get 10 gold coins no matter where he goes on the street.
Of course, other emerald snakes and golden squirrels are not as patient as the South Holland tortoises, and their prices can double at any time.
Walking along the streets and alleys, all the roads, without hesitating and talking about time.
"Here we go, 10 gold." The old coachman said calmly.
His temperament is similar to that of an old turtle.
Zhonglibi was familiar with the road, gave him the money, and wandered down the street.
The area has not yet left, the roadside stalls are very popular, barbecues, traps, eating and drinking, and lively fireworks.
Seeing the monks doing these mortal jobs, I couldn't help but smile.
With a wry smile, these people are dying. These people fight for the first half of their lives, but have no hope of becoming immortals in the next life, just marrying wives and having children to experience pleasure.
The situation lasted two days, the cultivators had trials, caves, and martial arts fields.
Most of the people around Zhongli Bixi are old and have low cultivation level.
Where is the genius? Not long ago, the alchemist handed over that most of them went to another sect peak that is as unique as Xiaoya Peak.
The willows are lingering, the eaves are dripping, and the steps of the small bridge are stone.
Zhongli Bixi was stared at, with a malicious and evil look, raging with a faint demonic aura, 5 meters to the upper and left side of the direction.
"No one is there." On the second floor of the restaurant, flowers are planted on the open-air balcony, with the fragrance of clear fruit dew and a mixture of cold lilacs.
Can't tell which one is the bad guy's body scent.
In the crowd, in the noise, a voice amplified, the volume of a super band.
"You, put it down."
The loud and thick male voice silenced the whole place. Everyone around looked at him and saw that he was a self-cultivation slave.
Zhongli Bi washed his eyes and watched the snipe and clams fighting in the distance.
Whether you can be a profitable fisherman.
On the creek, a black-awned boat docked at the shore, and a body cultivator's slave held an oar and faced a group of people under the willow tree.
There are many partners on both sides, competing for the handkerchiefs placed on the vendors' wooden carts. They are pure white and have a different-looking mandarin duck embroidered in the center.
The rough needlework is like a little barbarian with a tiger head embroidering for a sweetheart.
"It's too ugly. The two fairies are very fond of it. One is more generous than the other." The onlooker who couldn't bear to look at it explained.
The two leaders were at odds with each other, with red eyes and red noses, and their love could be seen to be fatal.
"Did one of them embroider the veil?" someone asked.
It is recognized by most people.
Some even said, "The veil was pure white. It had just been embroidered for my lover, but the servant accidentally threw it somewhere..."
