The eighty-eighth, Huangquan Sacred Meeting, the Sage of the Devil

The summer is already deep, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the rainstorms are more frequent, but the depths of the Moon Moon Peak still have a cold meaning. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

In Canglang Pavilion, Yun Qing stood in the stream in front of the pavilion, holding up the Qingliu again and again to clean the invisible weapons in his hands. On such a hot day, she also changed into a black robe, the hem of the robe was soaked in water, and the red lotus tattooed on the edge floated in the water, lifelike.

"What are you doing?" Long Nv sat in the pavilion boredly, holding the ice cubes Zhang Xiaowu brought her to cool off the heat, she really wanted to stay in the water all day long. It wasn't that she was too weak to stand the heat here, but it took a while to get used to being so far away from the Southwest Sea.

"Huan Blade." Yun Qing sighed, the cool water flowed down the smooth arc, her hand pressed against the scimitar, feeling its faint pulsation.

"Why do you wash it every day? You don't need it recently." Long Nv was puzzled, she turned to face Zhang Xiaowu, who was on the side, "Go and find something delicious for this princess."

Zhang Xiaowu nodded again and again, and quickly ran to find something to feed the Dragon Princess.

Yun Qing put the machete into the water, brushed the blade with his fingertips, and even pressed down gently, but he was not injured at all: "It will grow up."

The dragon girl looked at her in disbelief, and then looked at her hand again: "You can't even see it, how do you know it has grown up?"

Yun Qing took out the machete and said softly, "It's really strong."

I saw a little bit of gold gradually appearing in the clear and clear air, and this bit of gold gradually dyed out, slowly forming a breathtaking arc, which was really a blade. Soon, the entire blade became clearly visible. It was a slender and graceful machete with an extremely thin blade, with the sharpness of cutting gold and jade.

"This way you can see it." Yun Qing put it back in the water again and washed it carefully, the color quickly faded, and the machete returned to its original invisible appearance.

"!!!" The dragon girl threw the ice cube in surprise and ran down to look at the machete in her hand, "It will change?"

"It can only be used when it changes." Yun Qing was helpless, "and there are huge restrictions when changing, so it's not very convenient."

"He's so handsome!" Long Nu looked at her with excitement as she washed the knife, "Can it be changed into many kinds or what?"

"There should be eight kinds, but some of them have to wait for them to grow up." Yun Qing was not used to being too close to people. As he explained, the movements of his hands slowed down, and gradually the faint pulsation in the knife disappeared. .

Yun Qing slowly retracted the machete, so let's do that for now.

"Well, how did you grow up?" the dragon girl asked curiously.

Yun Qing smiled without saying a word.

"Come on!" Dragon Girl roared.

"His Royal Highness, what do you think of this iced snow lotus root silk?" Zhang Xiaowu, who was running to find food for "His Royal Highness", came back when Yunqing was in a dilemma about how to satisfy the curiosity of the Dragon Girl.

The dragon girl's attention was immediately attracted: "What is this?"

"At the place where the guests stay in Zhushen, when the lotus net is enjoying the cool air. The young master mixes ice water, and the beauty is snow lotus root silk." Yun Qing glanced at the thing Zhang Xiaowu was holding, thinking that this kid would be a likable person. en8.

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The dragon girl immediately became happy when she heard "beautiful woman": "Come, come, give me a taste."

Yun Qing stood quietly in the water and did not step forward. She hadn't touched food for many years.

"Aren't you?" The dragon girl grabbed it with her hands, but Zhang Xiaowu, who was holding the bowl, was frightened.

Yun Qing shook his head: "Bigu."

"Huh? I always thought that only immortals were inedible." The dragon girl said vaguely while eating.

"Xiandao is no longer inedible now." Yun Qing looked at her food, and suddenly felt that she was afraid that she would have to spend a lot on Mochizuki Peak. The original dragon girl can go around the top of the mountain, how can this thing fill her stomach.

"Yellow Spring."

Yun Qing raised her head and was shocked. The voice appeared suddenly, and she didn't even feel who was coming.

A black-robed Taoist walked out of the forest, with a serious and solemn expression, and his long beard was meticulously handled. On the corner of his robe was tattooed with the ancient Chinese characters "Emperor of Yan Mo", which was the Demon Venerable Qianyuan.

"Master...!" Yun Qing stepped out of the water and bowed to salut. This was the first time in ten years that she saw Demon Zunyuan leave Yanmo Tianzi Peak.

Zhang Xiaowu fell to his knees with a "thump" and said loudly, "See the sect master."

Demon Venerable Qianyuan waved his hand to get him up without looking at him.

He looked at Yun Qing, then said lightly, "Let's go."

The dragon girl asked, "Where are you going?"

Mozun Qianyuan turned his head and glanced at her. His eyes were always solemn and solemn, and he actually shocked the dragon girl.

"As ordered." Yun Qing saluted again, and then stretched out his hand to straighten the black robe on his body.

Mozun Qianyuan didn't say much, the shadow of Yan Mo disappeared in a flash behind him, and he instantly rose into the air. Black flames rose under Yunqing's feet, followed by her bare feet, her pale ankles and the dark magic flames interweaved into a strange beauty.

Demon Venerable Qianyuan was not flying fast, obviously waiting for Yun Qing, who was one step behind him and didn't say much.

"I only brought you one this time, so there's no need to make more false salutes." Demon Venerable Qian Yuan looked at the clouds in the distance, his eyes narrowed.

Yun Qing walked to his side, feeling a little unsure of what Qian Yuan meant. Generally speaking, the sect masters are quite particular about their travels. After all, there are nine orthodox veins in the magic way, and every sect master is the world's top great supernatural power, and their words and deeds affect the changes in the situation. But this time, Qian Yuan didn't even bring a Taoist boy with him, he personally came to Wangyuefeng and called her and set off.

"The Temple of Huangquan is below the intersection of Wangchuan and Jichuan. Those with poor cultivation will die if they enter." Demon Venerable Qianyuan explained to her the situation of this Huangquan Holy Meeting. Humans are saints of the devil's way, he doesn't like many people, so there is only one person in each case."

Demon saint?

Generally speaking, the elders of the nine sects take turns to preside over the Huangquan Sacred Meeting, but this time, it was unexpectedly held by the Sage of the Demonic Way in person. Speaking of which, this sage of the devil's way is also somewhat different from the sages of other Taoist traditions. The sage of the human way is the sect master of the Temple of Heaven, the sage of the immortal way is the sect master of the Shenyin Sect, and the sage of the demon way is the ancestor of all demons in Qingchuan Mountain House. The sage of Ghost Dao is the city lord of Fengdu City, and the sage of Buddhism and Dao who has recently appeared is the senior of Guiling Temple. From this point of view, the saints of each great lineage are all from an orthodox sect, but the saints of the magic path are somewhat different.

Demon saints do not belong to any sect.

Yun Qing also thought about this. Magic Dao itself is somewhat different from other Dao Lineages. In other Dao Lineages, there are at most two orthodox lines, such as the Shenyinmen and Mianfeng Corridor of Immortal Dao, and the humane Moling Sword Pavilion and Lvtian Temple. Shenyinmen stabilizes Mianfeng in terms of strength. Lang Yichou, there is no problem of competition between the two, and when the Human Dao Sage was born, Moling Jiange had already avoided the small world and did not ask about the world, so there was no dispute.

But the magic path has nine orthodox inheritance, divided into nine completely independent sects. If the sage of the magic path is really born in one of the nine sects of the magic gate, it will actually greatly affect the balance between the inheritance of the nine meridians.

But today's Demonic Sage has never stated which sect he belongs to. He has been sitting in the Huangquan Temple all the time, maintaining a harmonious and close connection between the various sects. It has to be said that this is the most appropriate choice.

Yun Qing thought about it for a long time, and finally returned to the words of Demon Venerable Qianyuan, "There is only one person in each case", so what are the two of them?

"...Master, did you make a mistake?"

Qian Yuan gave her a sideways glance, and said word by word, "You are Huang Quan."

Yun Qing was stunned for a moment, and understood the meaning of Demon Venerable Qian Yuan's words. She had long known that this dao name generated from the magic pattern of the Yellow Spring Temple was somewhat unusual, but she didn't expect that for magic dao, this dao name might not represent a person at all, but a symbolic symbol.

"Because you are Huangquan, you must go to Huangquan Shenghui." Qian Yuan looked down and said, "Go down."

The rapids below are swift, and two broad and invisible rivers meet in this place for a short period of time. The two rivers have different directions, but this section of the river is relatively gentle, and the intersection is also very short, forming a huge vortex. The sound of waves is deafening. Sending Demon Venerable Yuan to walk on the clouds, walking into the vortex like walking on the ground.

The black flames on Yun Qing's body filled up, then suddenly extinguished, and she quickly fell towards the river. Compared with steady flight, Yun Qing has always preferred this kind of unsupported fall. Ever since she watched the battle between Zhu Wuxia and Han Sheng ten years ago, she couldn't stop feeling like she would be shattered in the next moment. This smooth entry into the Dao can see through the barrier of life and death, and it is also affected by Zhu Wuxia's momentum at that time.

Before Yun Qing fell into the vortex, he pulled out his machete, and the blade quickly shone with water, and the blade's blue edge rippled faintly, like ripples surging.

The tip of her blade entered the water first, and every slight change in the water flow, every direction of flow, was transmitted to her body through the blade body. She carefully experienced the feeling of being completely integrated with the surrounding environment, which was completely different from before entering the Dao.

Before entering the Dao, what you see is the water flow itself, but after entering the Dao, you can see the "Dao" of water.

She can directly generate the appearance of water flow in her mind through these small fluctuations, and she can distinguish the origin of every subtle sound, how it is produced, and how it disappears. These things that needed to be deduced by relying on the scriptures in the past appeared almost like instinct.

Entering the realm of Dao does not mean that the understanding of Dao has reached a very high level. On the contrary, it is just the beginning. The significance of entering the Dao is to provide a sense, just as the eyes are used to distinguish colors, and the nose is used to distinguish smells. Entering the Dao is the basis for the practitioner to distinguish the countless rules of the world.

In other words, only by entering the Dao can one realize the Dao.

Yun Qing felt quite emotional, everything in the world has changed in her perception, and everything, even the current of water, is completely new. She was completely immersed in her feelings for Tao, and she didn't pay attention to where Demon Venerable Qian Yuan went.

So unknowingly, she followed the water all the way down, barely feeling any pressure and fell to the ground.

Demon Zun Yuan stood right in front of her, far away, his black robe dancing without wind, his expression as stern and deep as always.

Yun Qing calmly looked at the surrounding situation, and suddenly found that the place where she fell didn't seem right.

The four walls of Huangquan Temple are full of magic pictures, and the lines are complex and detailed. After looking at it for a long time, there is a sense of dizziness that is exhausted. The temple was built magnificently, but the small parts were very delicate and unique. Yun Qing always felt that he had seen a structure similar to this one before. She observed it carefully for a while, but really couldn't remember where she had seen it. However, she soon discovered another problem. The height from the ground to the dome seemed to be a bit low compared to the size of the temple.

This temple looked wrong, Yun Qing had no choice but to stop thinking about it for the time being and put his attention back to his master.

She noticed that the direction of Demon Venerable Qianyuan was the main entrance of the Huangquan Temple. Behind that door, there was still a rush of water, as if it was separated by some invisible barrier, which had no effect on the inside. Apart from Demon Venerable Zhan Yuan, there were about four or five people who walked in through the door. They were all wrapped in black mist that could not be seen clearly, and Yun Qing could only identify Qian Yuan alone.

The place where she fell seemed to be in the center of the entire hall, with neither water nor barriers around.

Yun Qing was a little strange, she just closed her eyes and walked away for a while, and she didn't know what was going on when she came down from the vortex. Could it be that she walked in through the door herself?

Demon Venerable Qian Yuan gave her a reassuring look, and then walked towards Yun Qing. Several others also took their places. The entire hall was silent, not even breathing.

Not long after, several more people came in through the main entrance one after another.

Now there are ten people in the entire temple, standing in a circle around the pattern of the demon on the ground, and everyone is waiting for the appearance of the saint.

Yun Qing felt a lot of pressure, the distance between the ten people was almost equal, Demon Venerable Qian Yuan was standing on her left, and on her right was an invisible shadow. Yun Qing had a feeling that others should only see a black shadow when they looked at her.

After standing like this for a while, Yun Qing only felt that Shen Rushan's demonic aura was spreading freely, and the other nine people didn't hide their aura, which made her breathing difficult. The entire nine orthodox leaders of the Demon Dao showed their aura at such a close distance, and she felt uncomfortable just standing like this.

She glanced at Demon Venerable Qianyuan on her left. He closed his eyes and rested, seemingly unaffected. But his appearance is completely different from what Yun Qing sees on weekdays. He is like a beast that woke up from a deep sleep.

Under this pressure, Yun Qing tried her best to maintain a straight stance, feeling cold sweat constantly sliding down her back.

Just when she felt unbearable, a crisp and pleasant voice broke the silence.

The sound was like the collision of small pieces of metal, one after another, which captured the heart. The man came in from the front door, and the first thing Yun Qing saw was his hands.

The shape of the hand is extremely beautiful, and the silver chains are twisted into a suffocating mesh. The faint glimpse of the fair complexion from the net has a thrilling feeling.

The hands suddenly lifted up and caressed the corners of his lips, only to hear the magician say with a slight smile: "Huang Quan, you are stepping on your own magic pattern."

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