The forty-eighth chapter, the sky and the wine, the beacon will rise

Jinghua has been so busy with the redefinement mountain for the past few days that she has no time to care about Zheng Zhenzhen. en8. Zheng Zhenzhen does not have as many tasks as Yunqing. Her days are very leisurely, and she only has to watch the scenery and drink tea every day.

She has a pure temperament and treats people with sincerity, and she has become familiar with some disciples in the sect in the past few days.

"Really, you can listen to my sister's advice, no man in this world can believe it..."

A plump woman with a gorgeous face was lying reclining under the tree. She was wearing a red palace dress as thin as a cicada's wings. She held a wine jar with one hand and took a big mouthful, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blurred.

"Senior Jiuhuan, you've been drinking too much..." Zheng Zhenzhen was startled by the way she was drinking, and wanted to step forward to stop her.

Jiuhuan's hand holding the wine jar was raised, his sleeve slipped down, and his smooth and tender arms were exposed to the cold air. With this posture, she tilted the wine jar slightly, and the clear wine splashed on her body.

"Yes, I drank a lot, but I'm more sober than anyone else." Jiu Huan licked the drink spilled on his cheeks with an indescribable wanton.

Zheng Zhen really has no choice. Drunk people always say that they are sober. She had to stand up and try to reach out and grab the wine jar in Jiuhuan's hand.

Unexpectedly, Jiuhuan grabbed her before she could stand up. Zheng Zhenzhen fell to the ground before she could react. Jiuhuan pinched her chin, and then took a big mouthful of spicy old wine.

"Cough cough, cough cough!!!" Zheng Zhenzhen was so choked that tears came out, and crawled away from Jiuhuan, for fear that she would start drinking crazy.

"It seems that you really don't understand the beauty of old wine..." Jiu Huan smelled of wine when he spoke, and Zheng Zhenzhen hurriedly stood a little further away.

"Cough cough..." Zheng Zhen really didn't understand how Senior Jiuhuan would like such a choking thing.

"Haha, don't understand, it's better that you don't understand anything." Jiuhuan's eyes were slightly raised, and her eyes were always hazy like a smoke wave in the south of the Yangtze River, making it difficult to see through.

Zheng Zhen really thought, Senior Jiuhuan had already started talking nonsense, should he call Senior Jinghua to get her away?

Jiuhuan glanced at the fragrant soil beneath him, and then looked up at the lush peach tree. This tree was planted by Jinghua, which seems to be related to her practice.

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"The world of flowers and wine, only this flower is missing now. Would you really like to see the peach blossoms in full bloom?" Jiuhuan put down the wine jar and said to Zheng Zhenzhen.

Zheng Zhenzhen shook her head immediately, if Jiu Huanzhen did something to this peach tree, Jinghua would not be able to spare her.

"It doesn't have to be..."

Before Zheng Zhenzhen said the word "la", he saw Jiuhuan throw the wine jar up, the wine splashed from the jar, and the late autumn sunlight was reflected by these tiny crystals in thousands of colors.

Jiuhuan stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Look!"

Peach blossoms bloomed at her fingertips, reflected in every drop of wine, and refracted by the wine, blooming in the cold late autumn. en8. Zheng Zhenzhen's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of her spellcasting, she only saw a touch of pink on her fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with splendid peach blossoms. Jiuhuan caught the wine jar and poured a mouthful of fairy wine, her temples spread out and entangled with her belt into a tangled gesture.

Fragrance of flowers, wine, beauty.

Under the sky and the wine, Zheng Zhenzhen looked at all this dumbly, intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

"Does it look good?" Jiuhuan's eyes were sparkling, pure and bright like a cardamom girl, with inexplicable expectations.

Zheng Zhenzhen nodded involuntarily.

Jiu Huan laughed and picked up a peach blossom: "I've wanted to do this for a long time, but it's a pity that Junior Sister Jinghua has been reluctant."

"What kind of spell was that just now?" Zheng Zhenzhen looked at Jiuhuan and asked curiously. As soon as she was stimulated by this beauty, she had long forgotten that she would be punished for being shocked.

Jiuhuan shook his head and took another sip of wine: "A little trick created by yourself is not a powerful spell."

Zheng Zhenzhen's eyes widened: "Create your own!?"

"It's not difficult..." Jiuhuan drank the wine slowly, and said, "I saw a story in "Xuanming Ji", saying that Emperor Qing reached out his hand to this peach tree in winter in order to win people's favor. A dead branch finger..."

"A thousand miles of glaciers melted at this moment, and the world's first peach blossom bloomed from his fingertips. In a blink of an eye... it's another spring return."

Zheng Zhenzhen didn't believe it: "I have never heard of this book."

"Well, it's just a mortal's drama, it can't be taken seriously." Jiu Huan suddenly lost interest, "The Emperor Qing has become a god, and he is ruthless and ruthless. It's impossible to mess with the spring and winter..."

At this time, the peach blossoms that Jiuhuan had just transformed gradually faded away, and finally turned into wine, which fell like rain.

Jiuhuan was under the tree and was soaked in the rain of peach blossoms, but she still smiled: "This is very absurd, but there are mortals who play this trick to deceive people."

Zheng Zhenzhen was a little awkward at her smile. She looked at Jiuhuan's drenched body and suddenly said, "Are you cold?"

"Silly girl, I have been in Taoism for many years, how can I be cold?" Jiuhuan shook his head, his smile deepened.

"Can you be cold in your heart?"

Jiuhuan was taken aback, Zheng Zhenzhen took this opportunity to grab the wine jar from her.

"Is there a mental block after entering the Dao? Since you have a delicate mind, senior, it's better to watch less of those messy dramas, so as not to evoke the demons of the past. Isn't the world a thousand times more beautiful than these?" Zheng Zhenzhen held the wine jar and tried hard. He fell to the ground.

"Hahaha..." Jiu Huan laughed suddenly, "You are a condescending talent to enter the outer door. Would you like to enter the inner door and follow me to negotiate with Guiling Temple about Jieshan?"

Zheng Zhenzhen let out an "ah", and before he had time to say anything, he heard Jinghua's angry voice.

"Senior sister!! You watered my peach tree again! And you, Zheng Zhenzhen, come back to me!!"

Zheng Zhenzhen didn't answer, she ran fast, she couldn't help laughing at the loud noise of fighting behind her.

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"I'm tired."

Yun Qing took the jade slip from a middle-aged monk and thanked him softly.

"Amitabha, the selection of the site of Jieshan is very important. You have only just started, so please be careful." His complexion is brown and black, his hands are thick with calluses, his eyebrows are tough, and he is holding a stainless steel Zen staff.

Yun Qing nodded: "I will live up to my trust."

"Since Jue Luan personally explained it, then I would also like to believe you. But there are still some things that I have to explain to you in detail."

This monk and Jue Luan are both direct disciples, but they are lower in seniority than Jue Luan. His dharma name is predestined, his aptitude is very ordinary, but his temperament is firm, and he has gradually become a direct descendant from an outer sect disciple.

Liaoyuan has stayed in the temple for over a hundred years, and belongs to the seniors of the same generation. In addition, he acts calmly, and he is not surprised. So this time, when Jue Luan couldn't leave Zizai Cliff, he chose some inner disciples to participate in the site selection of Jieshan.

Yunqing listened carefully to him explaining many details of the site selection, and raised his own questions from time to time.

"After the Jieshan Mountain is selected, our sect will open up the small world of the secret realm of the cold cave, and then the Mianfeng Gallery will set up the yin and yang differentiation instrument of heaven and earth. Then our two sects will return to their respective positions, and we will not cross this realm for a hundred years. We will re-select the site after the next Snow Mountain Dharma Conference.”

"I don't know how Jieshan was selected?" Yun Qing listened to the rules for a long time, such as "both sides should exercise restraint and not fight at will", but he never heard the key.

Liaoyuan sighed, "Amitabha...you'll know when the time comes."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yun Qing didn't ask any more: "Understood, if there is anything else that needs attention, please give me more advice."

Liaoyuan said: "...There may be a fighting method in the site selection of Jieshan. If someone invites a fight, don't retreat, and don't hurt your life."

Yun Qing's heart was clear, isn't this monk still saying "whose fist is big at that time"? Therefore, most of the Jieshan site selection is a good fight.

She solemnly listened to Fate's lecture for a long time, and only got up and retire when the bell rang for the evening class in the temple.

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Jingdu, walking on the altar of heaven.

Le Shu knelt before the holy pond in a pure white sacrificial dress. There is no variegation in her white clothes, and there is an almost terrifying sense of purity. She closed her eyes and looked detached, and her still immature face couldn't see the childishness that her age should have.

"Master, the disciple has left the customs."

Above the holy pond, the Great Mirror National Master in white clothes and white hair sat in the void without saying a word.

"This disciple has entered the Dao this time, and I would like to share your worries and solve problems for you." Le Shu opened his eyes and looked up at the saint who was not stained by the world.

"I have no worries and no difficulties. Since I have entered the Dao, you can do whatever you want."

Le Shu couldn't stand on her knees. She felt that just looking directly at that person would have the illusion of burning her eyes.

"My disciple wants to be a law enforcement disciple."

The national teacher did not answer again.

This is exactly the same as when she asked about Yun Qing a month ago. Le Shu felt a little frustrated, but she quickly adjusted her eyes. "This disciple is willing to join Senior Brother Wei and the others to hunt down those who destroyed the altar."

The national teacher still did not answer.

Just when Le Shu was about to repeat it, a blue bird flew from the sky, and the bird directly broke through the barrier of the holy altar and landed on the lap of the national teacher.

The national teacher reached out and grabbed the bird, and it suddenly became a little stiff, the lively body cooled down a little, and the warm flesh turned into tight wood. The blue bird's feathers also fell a little bit, and finally turned into a genuine wooden bird.

Messenger Bluebird.

Le Shu was surprised that this was an immortal magic, which was often used for communication. This kind of wooden bird can become a real blue bird for a period of time under the influence of magic. During this time, it can even find food to support itself, and then fly all the way to the recipient with the letter. However, this spell is very slow, and is mostly used to deliver secret but less urgent letters.

The aura attached to this blue bird is very thin, it probably took half a month to set off, right?

The national teacher released the blue bird into the air, and it seemed that he had finished reading the letter.

"Le Shu."

"The disciple is here!" Le Shu rarely heard the master call her name, so she straightened up.

"Take five hundred inner disciples to Jiu Ming City."

"The disciple takes orders!" Le Shu said solemnly.

"I ordered Zhengtian Palace to start war with Qingchuan Mountain House today."

This sentence was not only passed on to Le Shu, but also directly to the bottom of the hearts of the disciples who are far away from the ends of the earth.

It was these words that soon dragged the entire Nanfeng Continent into the quagmire of disaster.

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