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by"What is he doing on his knees? Could it be that the old man is a big man?"
"What kind of big man is the old Zhang Tou who sells vegetables in the west of the village. Who knows what the madness of this young master is, stepping on other people's vegetable stalls and committing to kneel and beg for forgiveness?"
The knelt rider blushed, but there seemed to be a heavy burden on his back, and he couldn't get up at all.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt his body loosen, and immediately stood up sideways, his numb legs didn't obey him, he stumbled, and almost fell to the ground again.
The entourage hurried to help, Luo Zifeng looked back for a while, but couldn't see who was plotting against him. He spat fiercely, pushed the entourage who came to help him vigorously, got on the horse cursing, and strode away in the direction of the Valley of Flowers.
On the path to the magic circle, Mu Xiyun stopped his horse a distance behind the others and watched Gu Qingqiao galloping from behind. When he was by his side, he reached out and wiped the sweat on his face and said, "Can you do it? That kind of playboy, just teach him a few lessons."
"Let him make a fool of himself in front of everyone, and the impression will be deep!" Gu Qingqiao squeezed his hand with a smile, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
Mu Xiyun hurriedly retracted her hand, looked back at her companion in the distance, and followed him without saying a word.
Gu Qingqiao looked at his red ears and caught up with a smile.
After half a day, they reached the boundary of Baihua Mountain.
Baihua Mountain is a section of Qingmu Mountain with valleys in it. The valley is surrounded by mountains, and originally there were no roads in or out. Because it is just above a shallow spiritual vein, the spiritual energy in the valley is overwhelming. The abundant natural spiritual energy nourishes flowers, plants and living beings. The valley is full of flowers throughout the four seasons, and all kinds of herbs and elixir emerge in an endless stream. Even the birds and animals in the valley are mostly clever and intelligent, and they are quite human.
Luo Sheng, the ancestor of Baihua Valley, was originally a nearby herb collector. He stumbled upon this beautiful valley while collecting herbs, and he often climbed the mountain to collect and sell herbs.
Later, don't know what adventure, Luo Sheng worshipped into Xianmen and became a cultivator. The division did not give him much help, but only led him into the gate of Xiu Xian, and he had no further achievements. When he left the division at the age of 30, he was only in the realm of golden elixir. Later, Luo Sheng returned to Baihua Mountain and spent 20 years in the valley. With the abundant spiritual energy in the valley and his own diligence, he finally broke through and became a great master.
From then on, Luo Sheng settled down in Baihua Mountain and built Baihua Villa with the efforts of two generations. In addition to accepting apprentices and practicing, he still makes a living by collecting and making medicines. Later, after several generations of management, the disciples and businesses of Baihua Villa were widely distributed in the Central Plains, and the name of the sect was changed from Baihua Villa to Baihua Valley, and the entire Baihua Valley was vaguely owned.
When Moyun Mountain took the lead in building the spiritual formation, Baihua Mountain was in an excellent location, but Luo Jinan, the owner of Baihua Valley, was reluctant to give up the land in the valley. Zheng Genran personally went to the door to negotiate, not knowing what he promised him, and then reached a settlement. On the east side of Baihua Valley, a magic circle was built.
In order to prevent outsiders from interfering with the daily order of Baihua Valley, Luo Jinan sent people to assist other sects, and built a passage up and down the mountain on the mountain next to the formation. Mountain trail in the valley.
Because of Baihuagu's domineering, there are far fewer people who come to practice here than other magic circles. Baihuagu is happy and quiet, and it is still the style of a local hegemon.
"Brother Su," Qin Le asked, "Is Baihua Mountain really that difficult to walk? After so many years, no one has found another path through the mountain? No matter how bad it is, there will always be paths for those who collect herbs to climb the mountain, why? Will Baihua Valley be so domineering and monopolize the spiritual energy of the valley?"
Although Su Yanjun is also not used to the domineering and arrogance of Baihuagu, the cultivation opportunities provided by the five magic circles are still enough. Just one eye.
From this, he replied to Qin Le with a smile: "Baihua Mountain is steep and steep. You will understand when you see it."
Qin Le was puzzled, so he closed his mouth and patted his little donkey, hoping to arrive sooner.
Ahead is a gentle hill. Flowers began to appear on the edge of the mound. At first, they were dotted in the grass. As they continued to move forward, the flowers became more and more numerous. After a stick of incense, the flower fields by the road have been connected into a vast world.
For a time, the eyes were filled with various colors, bright red, bright yellow, pink and purple, and the bright flowers fluttered in the wind, blooming so lively and dazzling.
After finally wading through this sea of colors, the faint fragrance in the air became richer. An unknown white flower bowed its head shyly, but quietly released a sweet fragrance. The ability to attract bees and butterflies is not as small as the previous flowers.
"Ahhh, Ah~~hh!" Qin Le sneezed several times, dizzy. The tip of his nose was flushed red by his rubbing, and all the snot and tears flowed out. After several struggles, Qin Le waved his hand to put a small defensive barrier on himself. The enchantment wrapped his head in it like a big blister, which made him feel a little more awake.
Gu Qingqiao was holding a thin rattan in his hand, and he didn't know which flower plant it came from. After a while, he raised his head and looked at everyone. Seeing that everyone was drowsy by the sweet and greasy fragrance of the flower field, he quietly drove his horse to be side by side with Mu Xiyuan.
Mu Xiyun's eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist. When he was startled, he retracted his hand, but there was a small ring made of flower rattan on his wrist.
The stems of ordinary flowers and plants are green, but this unknown flower is very different, with a hint of red on the green stem. The vines are carefully woven into a bunch, like a red thread intertwined, intricately and endlessly. A small pink-purple flower poked its head out of the vine tremblingly, and on Mu Xiyun's white wrist, it was even more delicate.
Mu Xiyuan raised her eyes to look at Gu Qingqiao, only to see the other party's eyes shining brightly and smiling brightly, with a hint of childish smugness. He lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, stroked his wrist, and hid his hand in his sleeve.
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