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76 seventy-six
The seventy-sixth chapter, the Qing Si washes the ying, the muddy Si washes the feet
Mirror country, the summer of the 156th year of Anping in the new calendar. en8.
In the past ten years, the battle between Shiwandashan and the Temple of Heaven has intensified, with more than one million casualties.
For ten years, Huohuang in Sleeping Phoenix Gallery has inherited the position of Sect Master. Huohuang is still too young to make his own decisions. The main battle faction, which is dominated by the first disciple of the fourth generation, Jinghua, and the main and faction, which is dominated by the fourth generation of the elder sister Jiuhuan, stand side by side.
In the past ten years, there has been a Buddhist and Taoist power in Guiling Temple who has achieved the holy position. Taking advantage of the civil strife in the Mianfeng Corridor, Guiling Temple expanded aggressively, approaching Jieyouya. Jue Luan, the fifth-generation direct disciple, inherited the great tradition of Buddhism and Taoism, promoted Buddhism, and unified the snow-capped mountains.
In ten years, Dong Xuanzi was brought into Xianmen, and the ten sons of Shenyin gathered together. Except for the head of the ten sons, God Xiaozi, there was no trace, and the other nine immortals all threw themselves into troubled times.
In the past ten years, the orthodox descendants of ghost Taoism have appeared on the southern front line, and the shadow of Fengdu City has descended over Ci'an City, competing with Huabiao, the national teacher's residence. Soon after, the ghost path was personally repelled by the national teacher by walking on the altar of heaven.
In the past ten years, the major lines of the north and the south have been thrown into the war one after another, and the orthodox demonic way, who lives far away in the realm of no illusions, is still silently and silently.
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The clear spring swirls stones, the loose shadows are sloping, and the wet soil makes a "puff puff" sound when stepped on it.
Wangyue Peak is in the lowest place in the entire Six Paths of Yan Mozong. There was a torrential rain last night. At the foot of the mountain here is a rushing stream, and there is no place to stay.
Everyone thinks that there are no mountains and bad waters in the Demon Realm, but in fact, the scenery is not inferior to the fairyland. The Six Paths of Yan Mozong lives in the middle of the Demon Realm, and the scenery on the main peaks has its own merits. Take this Wangyue Peak as an example. All shapes, or heavy snow, change at four seasons, and you can see everything in one day.
It is said that in such a beautiful situation, it would be good for the disciples to come to realize the way of the unity of heaven and man, but Wang Yuefeng has been deserted all year round.
The outer disciple Zhang Xiaowen stepped on the protruding stones on the stream, jumped step by step, and rushed up the mountain along the stream. This cobblestone was washed all night, and it was stuck in the mud again.
After crossing the river like this, and wading through the mud, finally reached the middle of the mountain. Zhang Xiaowen looked around, there was no one there, everything was silent, and occasionally he heard a mournful bird chirping, which made him horrified.
He was so tired that he pulled his legs out of the wet mud. As soon as he looked up, he saw the corner of the pavilion under the shade of thick shade.
It was a very dilapidated octagonal pavilion. The river overflowed last night, and a thin stream meandered around the pavilion. In front of the pavilion, there is an old tree with thick branches and leaves, and it is difficult to see the shadows inside. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"
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"The clear water of Canglang can wash my tassels; the turbid water of Canglang can wash my feet..."
A quiet voice came from the side of the pavilion.
Zhang Xiaowen stopped abruptly, his face full of horror, he swallowed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Speaking of which, isn't that person sitting on the top of Mochizuki Peak all the year round, why is he in such a small and cramped pavilion now?
"If you are tired, come and sit in the pavilion." The low and soft voice gradually became clearer.
Zhang Xiaowen's hands and feet were stiff and he didn't dare to resist. He rushed into the pavilion as if he was being pulled by a thread. Before entering, he vaguely glimpsed the plaque on the pavilion, which was the Canglang Pavilion.
He nervously observed the inside of the pavilion. Although it looked shabby, the surroundings were very clean. At the corner of the pavilion stood two strong men as tall as him, with a sturdy face, naked upper body, and simply wrapped in a layer of animal skin. On the bench beside the brawny man was a girl who was well-behaved. The girl had a delicate and beautiful face and was wearing a thick sacrificial dress, and she didn't seem to feel the heat.
Zhang Xiaowen was terrified to find that there was no sanity in the eyes of these two people, he couldn't help but think about it, he would not have been turned into this person by that person when he trespassed on Wangyuefeng.
The sound of rushing water came from the side and rear, Zhang Xiaowen forced himself to hold back and not look back, but the thin sound of running water seemed to be endlessly confusing, making him look over completely uncontrollably.
The girl standing in the middle of the stream was barefooted and blind, and her white clothes were thin. She bent down and picked up a handful of clear and cold stream water and poured it into her hands. The water seemed to slide down something invisible, splashing into thousands of gestures, reflecting bright colors under the tiny halo. She lowered her head to clean the invisible blade in her hand, her black hair slid down, interweaving with the rippling water into a soft and stable light and shadow.
Zhang Xiaowen almost looked stupid, it wasn't because of how good-looking the other party was, but he just felt that this person should not appear in such a super-elegant and secular attitude. No matter what, the background color of this person should be blood red.
"Qing Sizhuoying, turbid Sizhuoying, take it for yourself. This little fellow Daoist, do you think it's true or not?" The girl seemed to smile, and Zhang Xiaowen suddenly felt cold all over.
"Zun, Venerable..." Zhang Xiaowen stammered, his heart was in a mess, he thought that if the answer did not suit the other party's wishes, he would not be killed.
The girl was still smiling, as if waiting for his answer.
"Venerable Huang Quan, I-I just went the wrong way. I'm Zhang Xiaowen, an outer disciple... I'm leaving Wangyuefeng now..." The more Zhang Xiaowen thought about it, the more frightened he almost sat on the ground, he said in a panic. , "Sir, let me go! I beg you!"
His legs were trembling, and he couldn't move his footsteps at all.
"Are you afraid?" The girl stepped out of the stream, and the edge of her white clothes was soaked with water, giving an unreal and transparent feeling.
Zhang Xiaowen thought to himself, isn't this nonsense? I'm going to freak out when I see you!
"Don't be afraid." She didn't open her eyes, but Zhang Xiaowen still felt a gentle gaze, "Because all the pain you are afraid of has an end, since these will end sooner or later, what are you afraid of? Since the whole world will come to an end one day, what is this little and not long-lasting pain of yours at this moment?"
Zhang Xiaowen felt that she was fooling herself. If she answered "yes, yes, it's nothing", she might fall to the ground in the next second. Anyway, he said it was nothing.
"I-I haven't lived enough yet." His voice was as thin as the chirping of mosquitoes.
"Which mountain are you a disciple of?" Huangquan Demon Venerable, also known as Yun Qing, asked softly. She walked into the pavilion, took two small cups from somewhere, and placed them on the stone table. Water droplets condensed on the inner wall of the tea cup, forming a small wad of nectar. The black flames circled around the two tea cups, and the dense water vapor rose.
"I haven't been selected for the peaks yet." Zhang Xiaowen watched Yun Qing cook tea, and for some reason felt that her back was a little lonely.
Yun Qing lifted half of her sleeves to fetch the tea cup. Her exposed wrist was very pale, and there was a ferocious and quaint big sun and black sky wheel printed on it. **General. Zhang Xiaowen didn't dare to look at it any more, and quickly retracted his gaze.
"How about coming to my Wangyuefeng?" Yun Qing said lightly.
There are seven main peaks in the Six Paths of Yan Mozong, and there are six surrounding them, with Yan Mo Tianzi Peak in the middle. There are underground palaces under the six main peaks guarding Yanmo Tianzi Peak. Thousands of outer disciples are cultivated in the underground palaces. There are also six underground palaces that are linked to each other but are independent of each other. When Zhu Wuxia said that there are few people in the Dao, it means that there are few direct disciples. In recent years, there are not many in the world. However, there are always a lot of outer disciples, and there is never a shortage of them.
Zhang Xiaowen was horrified. Generally, the disciples who practiced on the main peak were inner sect disciples. Although outer sect disciples could also enter and leave, they were not allowed to stay. Right now, the meaning of Huangquan Demon Venerable is to bring him into the inner door! ?
"Brother, disciple..." Zhang Xiaowen stammered and wanted to respond, but he was a little afraid of the girl who used Huang Quan as the Taoist name in front of him.
"Junior sister is very interested, may I be lucky enough to taste this new tea from Wangyuefeng?"
A gentle and feminine voice came from afar, but saw a person wearing a loose robe walking out of the shadows of the trees. The man's clothes were covered with phoenix flowers, the neckline was wide open, the collarbone was delicate, and jasmine flowers were used to help make up on the temples, adding a bit of cuteness. This person is dressed as a woman, but she is not stained with a bit of makeup, and she can recognize it as a man at a glance. Zhang Xiaowen recognized who he was when he saw him. He was the only man in the Six Paths of Yan Mozong who liked to wear makeup, and he was also a direct senior brother.
"I expected you to be here today and made tea halfway up the mountain. Are you... leaning on a pillow with a jasmine flower?" Yun Qing glanced at him as she spoke, and she almost laughed out loud when she saw it. .
The man stepped forward a few steps and made a circle in front of the stone tabletop. The scent of jasmine was overwhelming. Zhang Xiaowen was very close to him, and he stood there and didn't know what to do.
"That's right, that's it. Can you help me see how this jasmine hairpin looks like?"
Yun Qing shook her head and replied earnestly, "Jasmine is a fragrant villain. Its fragrance is alluring and reminiscent of elegant, just like a smile on the shoulders. The Thousand Transformation Demon Venerable should be a little more elegant."
Qian Bian thoughtfully said: "Next time, I'll change it and see it with you. By the way, after patronizing this makeup, I still have business to tell you."
Yun Qing handed one of the small cups to him, and then smiled: "I know what's going on. When I arrange this little disciple, I will go to Yanmo Tianzi Peak with you."
"You always understand people's hearts, anyway, leave something to tell me personally." Qian Bian angrily said, but his expression was pleased.
As soon as Zhang Xiaowen heard the focus on himself, he was instantly ecstatic. He looks older than Huang Quan Demon Venerable, but she doesn't seem disobedient when she talks about "little disciple".
"Go to the Liudao Palace and pick up your belongings, then come to my Wangyue Peak. There is a pool about a hundred and eighty paces west of this pavilion. There is an open space in front of the pool. You will live there later." Yun Qing said gently to Zhang Xiaowen. said.
Although Thousand Changes Demon Venerable is quite close to Yun Qing, he has never looked at Zhang Xiaowen. At this time, he smiled and looked at the girl lying on the bench while drinking tea.
Zhang Xiaowen ran down Wangyue Peak as fast as he was about to be granted amnesty, feeling both excited and fearful in his heart.
"It looks good, but the refining method is a bit crude, why don't you let me come?" Seeing that she had finished explaining the matter, Qian Bian suddenly pointed at the girl and said.
Yun Qing's expression was gentle and peaceful, as if he was nostalgic, and seemed to be sad: "The important people naturally have to do it themselves."
Qian Bian stared at the innocent girl, and sighed with emotion: "Huangquan Demon Venerable really cares about friendship..."
"Don't mention it." Yun Qing didn't seem to want to mention the girl's affairs, "Master asked you to come to me because of the South China Sea rebellion?"
Qian Bian shook his head: "The sect master only said to let you go to Yanmo Tianzi Peak, and nothing else was mentioned."
Yun Qing nodded, packed the tea set, and was about to get up and go.
At the moment when the two figures staggered, Qian Bian reached out and stopped her.
Qian Bian bowed his head, leaned over and smiled mysteriously: "Mostly, it's about the South China Sea. Huang Quan, the Great Elders have been dissatisfied with you and me for ten years. Why don't you take advantage of this opportunity of the South China Sea... to prove it!"
"Don't mention it again."
Yun Qing put his hands in his sleeves and looked indifferent.
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