Chapter 200, Emperor Tao Fengchun, Moling Daoqi

Zhong Guanyuan passed through the violent snowstorm and arrived at Jieyou Cliff, which is far away from Zizai Cliff. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

Under the Jieyou Cliff is a cold pool. There was a dead tree by the pool, and it was not alive at all. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, and ice slag was condensed on the fallen leaves. The woman sitting under the tree was only wearing a thin palace attire. She held a wine jar in her hand and sang a sentence or two from time to time, but she couldn't hear what she was singing. The woman's body was plump and attractive, and the open-fronted jacket exposed a large area of ​​snow-white skin on her chest.

Zhong Guanyuan gasped for a while as soon as he climbed the mountain. He pulled off the frenulum covering his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the dead tree. He was stunned for a while, and soon saw Jiuhuan under the peach tree again, and his first reaction was to cover Ji Yihe's eyes.

Ji Yihe was startled, and quickly stepped back a few steps: "Master Zhong, what are you doing?"

"Senior Zhong is afraid that you will take advantage of me." Jiu Huan noticed the two of them, but did not get up to greet them. She raised the wine altar far away from the two of them, raised her head and drank freely. The spicy wine flowed down her thin palace attire, and her front was wet, and she didn't seem to want to use magic to clean it up.

Zhong Guanyuan said embarrassedly: "I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect Jiuhuan to be so big."

Ji Yihe easily broke free from Zhong Guanyuan's hand, and then shyly looked at the woman under the dead tree. She looked clear and clear, but her eyes always didn't know where to go, and her words were not very clear. She should have been drunk.

Jiuhuan poured the wine sip after sip, and the wine jar was like a spring, and it couldn't be finished.

Her quietness made Zhong Guanyuan even more embarrassed: "I mean...you are much more beautiful than when you were a child."

"Thank you for your compliment, senior... I remember that when I met my senior at the beginning of the year, I was also under this peach blossom tree." Jiuhuan wiped his mouth vigorously, threw the wine jar aside, and said, "In senior's eyes, Jiuhuan has probably never been there. grow up."

Zhong Guanyuan coughed a few times, then cupped his hands and said: "This, I won't talk about the old days today, I don't know if I can talk to Xianzun Jinghua in detail..."

"...After all, you've already lived too long." Jiuhuan continued what he just said as if he didn't hear what he said, "As for people, you never think that mayflies are old and young. The gods who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years like my predecessors don't care how old I am, right? It's not equal at all... Hahaha..."

She laughed suddenly, turned around and took out another wine jar from the void, smashed the mouth of the jar and poured wine into her mouth. Ji Yihe was shocked by her actions. Among the people he knew, even the always wild Zhongxi would not drink like this.

Zhong Guanyuan had to persuade her in a low voice: "Xianzun Jiuhuan is already extraordinary, and Shouyuan is naturally different from others... Wait, don't drink it!"

Halfway through he said, he couldn't help but want to go up and grab her wine jar, but Jiu Huan threw the wine jar out and smashed it directly at his feet. Zhong Guanyuan was splashed with drinking water, and Ji Yihe was also taken aback by the loud sound of the wine jar shattering. He quickly ran to Zhong Guanyuan's side and carefully checked whether he was injured.

As soon as the wine jar was removed from her hand, Jiuhuan seemed to wake up immediately. She supported the dead tree and stood up and said, "Venerable Jinghua is taking care of the Phoenix Nirvana in the depths of the volcano. If there is anything senior can tell me directly."

Zhong Guanyuan's steps were intercepted by the wine jar she threw out. He was outside the dead branches, while Jiuhuan was shrouded in the dead branches. The whole person had a feeling of exhaustion and weakness. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

"I'm here to retrieve the Qing Emperor's relic." Zhong Guanyuan's voice was slightly heavy, and Ji Yihe's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Master Zhong was probably a little unhappy.

Jiuhuan looked at them with a half-smile, and her tone became more and more gentle and kind: "Oh, then take it away."

Zhong Guanyuan raised his leg and wanted to step over the dregs of the wine jar, but in the end he didn't. He patted Ji Yihe on the back and said, "Yihe, go and take that peach tree away."

Ji Yihe quickly ran to Jiuhuan's side, raised his hand and pressed it on the withered peach tree. The tree stands tall, with dead branches piercing the sky sharply, imagining the lush foliage in summer. The moonlight leaked from the sparse branches, and the whole tree seemed to be full of moonlight, cool and quiet.

Ji Yihe didn't do anything, just touched it lightly, and the sharp and slender dead branches of the peach tree shrank a little bit. In the blink of an eye, the entire tall peach tree turned into a bluish-brown seed, which fell into Ji Yihe's hands, quiet and lonely. He returned to Zhong Guanyuan and stood silently behind him, like a white shadow.

"Take it all, don't leave anything behind." Jiu Huan didn't look at the two again, but looked up at the unobstructed moonlight, "The one who made me trouble is gone; the one who made me worry, go Here it is; the one who once made me linger will be gone with the wind today.”

Zhong Guanyuan felt that the fresh air on her body became more and more agile, her expression was erratic and secluded, the moon covered her like a veil, and the light of the sky and the light of the water met.

"Ascension to immortality, Xiaoyao is free from restraint..." Zhong Guanyuan shook his head helplessly, not knowing whether he was happy or worried for her, "You can look away."

Jiuhuan laughed lowly, sat down where the peach tree used to grow, stretched out his hand and took out a wine jar. She smashed the wine jar and threw it directly into the sky, then raised her hand and pointed into the sky: "Look..."

A little peach color fainted in the dark night sky, followed by countless peach blossoms. These peach blossoms are also stained with clear wine, the spicy wine taste is mixed with the light peach blossom fragrance, and the wine is not intoxicating and self-intoxicating. The petals were extremely light, and soon fell to the ground when they got wet with the wine. After a while, the ground was covered with reddish red next to Jiu Huan. Her dress was soaked, and she didn't look embarrassed at all, but instead had a feeling of heartiness.

There were more and more petals, Jiuhuan got up, she picked up her skirt and danced and sang in the rain of flowers.

The flying flowers are full, as if the spring rain is wonderful; the stars and the moon are shining, not as beautiful as the beautiful smile.

Zhong Guanyuan frowned slightly, and his expression was slightly unhappy: "Di Tao is not in spring, Jiuhuan, stop."

Jiuhuan did not speak, and only looked at Zhong Guanyuan after the dance was over and said, "I showed this technique to a destined little girl many years ago, and she advised me to read less of your messy dramas. Take a look at the world's avenues, so that your heart will not be cold."

"People who cultivate Tao should be like this." Zhong Guanyuan saw that the rain of peach blossoms gradually dissipated, and his expression gradually became calmer. Ji Yihe, who was beside him, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I always feel that what you write is not a drama, but a great way." Jiu Huan tilted his head and smiled like a young girl, "It's okay for the world to tell you a lie, or to slander you and deceive the world, I always feel that every time you say it. Every word is true and meaningful.”

Zhong Guanyuan didn't want to talk to her any more, he turned around and wanted to leave, but Jiuhuan stopped him again: "Well, let me ask you, if I want to see this peach blossom blooming, would you like it to bloom all year round? "

After all, Xiaoyao Dao is not a savage Taoist Dao, she left all the things that disturbed her heart, and then asked things she never dared to say without any scruples. She abandoned those fetters, those indulgences, and those tangled and complicated past events in the peach blossom rain, waiting for a reply from the god in front of her, she would be at ease if she succeeded, and she could be at ease if she failed.

"Don't mess with the timing of Spring and Autumn, and don't violate the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth." Zhong Guanyuan's brows never stretched, he put the golden tie over his eyes again, and said, "Since you know that I am a god, then you shouldn't ask this kind of question. problem."

"Understood." Jiu Huan smiled, but didn't pay much attention to the answer, she continued, "The girl who accompanied me to watch the peach blossoms is no longer there, and the dance just now was dedicated to her. She also bears the responsibility of the inheritance of the Yellow Emperor. , if there is not a more suitable Xuanyuan Jun, you should find her. After all, for you, Xuanyuan Jun and this descendant of the White Emperor are just one step in the whole game. It's a pity that when I was young, I didn't understand what kind of existence the gods were, and I always felt that I was special to guard the peach tree for you..."

"God, how can there be human affection?" She laughed again, but she swept away the previous low and resentment between her brows, and she felt a sense of carefree and unrestrained.

Zhong Guanyuan's footsteps did not stop, and he walked directly under the cliff with Ji Yihe. His voice came from afar: "We have created an incomparably brilliant era, and naturally we need to give up a lot of things. And you have inherited a In a time of devastation, one is naturally entitled to many things."

"Jiuhuan, find everything you want, they are all hidden in this troubled world."

Jiuhuan watched the two of them leave, chuckled and spilled the wine on the ground, humming an unknown tune.

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"The cold pool is drunk for thousands of days, and the peach blossoms in March have no pity."

"When the white snow covers the sky and green, the thin makeup cup wine sacrifice has no return."

"There is no return for sacrifices, there is no return for sacrifices, the swallows are reincarnated to find their old couch, and who can return when the old nest is overturned?"

"Senior please enlighten me." Yunqing Dasun's pure land has been completed, and the red lotus karmic fire and the black sky demon flames cover every corner of the demon realm, isolating the clean air from the outside.

Su Miaobai sneered: "Since you have already joined the path, don't call senior with a shy face."

"You heard the Dao before me, and I should call you senior." Yun Qing retreated while laying down the Great Sun Pure Land. It was unwise to collide with Su Miaobai head-on. After all, her purpose was to go to Nanfeng as quickly as possible, not to risk her life to fight against Su Miaobai, an old senior who had joined the road thousands of years ago.

Su Miaobai didn't move, but the long river of yin and yang behind him instantly turned into substance. Originally it was just an untouchable fresh air, but now it made a loud noise like a real wave. The big sun and black sky wheel on Yun Qing's wrist was torn apart instantly, and blood gushed out. Her face was as pale as a ghost, and she shouted loudly: "The six realms are lifeless, and you will become a devil on the ground!"

The entire Great Sun Pure Land was covered with a thin layer of blood light, and the long river of yin and yang that turned into reality rushed over, and the Great Sun Pure Land was forcibly suppressed in a narrow area, like pebbles at the bottom of the river. Under this layer of blood, the True Essence of Immortal Dao could not penetrate the interior of the Great Sun Pure Land. Yun Qing now seemed to use the Great Sun Pure Land as a flying instrument, and wanted to cover the turtle shell to escape Su Yaobai's interception.

The blood sacrifice of the magic way, Yun Qing tried to exchange the same power at the greatest price.

The sky darkened, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night on the sea, and even the dark clouds were obscured by such a magical breath.

Su Miaobai stepped on the waves and chased after the Great Sun Pure Land, but for a while he was unable to stop Yun Qing who was escaping with all his strength. After he forced Yunqing to "become a devil on the ground", he immediately turned the river of yin and yang into a virtual image, the flying swords under his feet were divided, and the sword light was hidden in the mist of clouds, waves, and murderous intent.

"Condemned the crime, kills the thought!" Yun Qing seemed to have expected what he was thinking, and a majestic body like a mountain slowly climbed out of the pure land of the sun. The face of Yan Mo's holy body is covered with dense magic patterns, except for the solid scales on the chest and abdomen, there is no cover. It stooped and climbed out of the Great Sun Pure Land, with its sinews on its back forming a hill, indestructible and immovable.

Yun Qing was firmly guarded by it, and such a huge and majestic body was controlled like an arm. At this moment, Su Miaobai split the sword light into a formation, and countless bright and dazzling holes were pierced through the black sky of the Great Sun Pure Land at once. Jianguang stabbed Yun Qing with the majestic Xiandao True Essence, but at this time there was a behemoth in front of Yun Qing - the holy body of Yan Mo.

The rain of blood and minced meat poured down from Yunqing's head, she supported the crumbling Great Sun Pure Land and galloped away to the south wind, and did not care about the loss of Yan Mo's holy body.

Su Miaobai was chasing after her. To be honest, he had been on the road for thousands of years before Yun Qing, and it would not be too difficult to defeat her head-on. But if Yun Qing really wanted to escape, given that the two of them were in the same realm, he really had nothing to stop her forcibly.

But his purpose was not to stop Yun Qing, but to delay Zhong Guanyuan as much as possible.

Blocking all the way, escaping all the way, by the time Yunqing arrives at Nanfeng University, it is estimated that Zhong Guanyuan has already returned to Tiangong.

Yun Qing also realized this at this time, but just like Su Miaobai couldn't force her to stay, she couldn't forcefully escape Su Miaobai's sight.

"Senior, do you know what is hidden in Guiling Temple?" Yun Qing was distracted while flying fast and asked Su Miaobai cliché.

Su Miaobai held the shuriken light and pulled the flower. He looked quite relaxed and said, "In ancient times, it is said that it was written by Zhong Guanyuan. It's hard to say."

"What about Mianfeng Gallery and Shiwanda Mountain?" Yun Qing said loudly.

Su Miaobai knew what she was talking about, but he didn't care about this little trick: "You have used the things from the Hundred Thousand Mountains yourself, and the scriptures are. There are emperor peach trees planted in the Mianfeng Corridor, which are no different from ordinary peach trees. Flowers bloom and fall in autumn, except... live longer."

Li Palace, annex, celestial book, history book, peach tree, these things seem to have little to do with each other.

"What about Mo Ling?" Yun Qing suddenly remembered the holy place she had skipped over.

I don't know if it was an illusion or what, when Su Miaobai said this, his voice was a little low: "It was all bits and pieces before, the Mo Ling thing is very big, and the first thing Tiangong took back was that thing. ."

Even the Li Palace and the annex are fragmented. What earth-shattering secrets are hidden in that humble Moling?

"It's chess."

The long river of yin and yang behind Su Miaobai turned from virtual to solid, and the sword light poured down like a waterfall. Amidst the rumbling of water and the clanging of swords, his voice smoothly entered Yun Qing's mind.

"Heaven and earth are the game, the common people are the sons, that is what countless ancient saints used to play with the heaven."

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