Jiang Shangzhen did not return directly to Yunji Peak, and did not disturb Chen Ping'an and the others' reminiscing about old times. Instead, he stayed in Huangheji, quietly went to Snail Shell, and stayed in Jiang's private residence in a blessed place that was only used to entertain distinguished guests. The house's maidservants
The servants are all fox-skin beauties similar to the Xu family of Qingfeng City. The secret landscape here is the same as that of the blessed land. Jiang Shangzhen took out a bunch of keys and opened the forbidden landscape. After entering, he climbed up and leaned on the railing to look far away. The mystery of the Luosike Mansion suddenly appeared.
When we came out, the sea of ​​clouds was billowing, and only the mansion under our feet stood alone above the sea of ​​clouds, like a fairy island hanging alone in the sea. The sea of ​​clouds was billowing, and all the other mansions were hidden in the white clouds, looming, as small as floating mustard seeds. Jiang Shangzhen held a white hand in his hand.
The old cattail leaf fan has an old bamboo tube from Qingshen Mountain on the handle, gently fanning the breeze. In the right hand, a half-moon pot made of green taro mud is slowly sipped, with a wide field of view, taking in the surrounding scenery of Huangheji.
Unobstructed view.
Jiang Shangzhen was waiting for an old friend to come and complain to him, but the old boatman didn't show up for a long time. He was very patient. Since he had nothing to do, he had to find something to do. Jiang Shangzhen kept saying "Don't look at any incest."
With his eyes wandering, he used his magical power to view mountains and rivers, and first found the mansion where Huang Yiyun lived alone. He was worried that Huang Heji would not treat her well and ignored Sister Ye. Jiang Shangzhen's original intention was to see what else was going on in Sister Ye's house.
What was missing? He wanted someone to prepare it. As a result, he found that Sister Ye was practicing boxing in the courtyard with a picture of Immortal Stepping Gang handed down from Pushan ancestors. Jiang Shangzhen stretched his neck and widened his eyes, as if he wanted to put his face against Huang Yiyun.
On the fist, Huang Yiyun felt it in her heart, frowned slightly, and extended an elbow. The majestic fist was like a white rainbow hanging in the sky within the secret realm of Luocike Mountain. The blow made Jiang Shangzhen cover his face with a cattail leaf fan, and the cattail leaf fan hit his face hard.
On the top, Jiang Shangzhen staggered back a few steps and waved his cattail leaf fan lightly to disperse the hanging rainbow condensed with his fist intention.
Zijing Wufu is so difficult to deal with, his spiritual consciousness is too sharp.
Jiang Shangzhen quickly looked elsewhere. A well-known fairy sister who was expected to be included in the new review and supplementary volume of this year's Flower God Mountain was opening the Huangheji Mirror Flowers and Water Moon over there. She was painting in front of the painting table, and was drawing pictures of ladies in fine brushwork.
, used the magic on the mountain, and wrote about the rising smoke. She said that she met Huang Yiyun from Pushanyun Thatched Cottage today, and had the honor to have a few words with the owner of Huangshan. For a while, the aura of her mansion rippled, and it was obvious that she had spent money.
There were so many. It seemed that in addition to a pile of snow money, there was also a wealthy customer who dropped a small summer coin. Jiang Shangzhen waved his cattail leaf fan, trying to disperse the haze rising from the scroll, because Sister Fairy bent down.
When painting, the scenery is most beautiful, especially when she puts one hand in front of her and twists the sleeve of the hand holding the pen with two fingers.
Jiang Shangzhen took a sip of tea and admired Sister Wei for being able to have a "little chat" with Huang Yiyun, the second best martial artist in Yizhou, which was almost the same as his own treatment.
She really dared to say it, and people really believed it.
The female cultivator named Wei Qiongxian in the genealogy came from a southern immortal sect, and her sect had a very good relationship with Yuzhigang.
Thinking of the Yuzhi Hill, Jiang Shangzhen felt a little helpless. It was a confused account, and it had the same fate as the Yuanju sect of female cultivators in the past.
. Regarding the reconstruction of Yuzhi Gang and the Yuangu Sect, the incense of the Patriarch Hall has been renewed, and the genealogy has been restored. In addition to the endless disputes on the mountain, there is still a war of words within the academy.
Probably because Huang Yiyun's appearance in Huangheji was too rare, and there was a rare incident on the mountain, which almost provoked Huang Yiyun to punch, causing Luoshike Yunhai Mansion to be filled with chaos everywhere.
There were so many flowers in the mirror that Jiang Shangzhen was a little dizzy. Finally, he saw a chubby girl wearing a mountain robe made by a Tao Liyuan girl. The color was bright, but her rank was not high. She belonged to the kind of mountain girl.
Xiu may not be able to afford it, but it is the entry-level dress for the fairies. She lives alone in a mansion that requires the least amount of fairy money. She opens Huang Heji's "Flowers in the Mirror, Water Moon" and talks to herself there all the time.
She had to stumble and often had to stop talking and ponder for a long time before she said something she thought was funny, but it seemed that no one was watching at all. The slightly fat little girl persisted for two sticks of incense, and her forehead was already slightly oozing.
Sweating and being extremely nervous, I had frightened myself, so in the end I gave a very unnecessary blessing and quickly closed Huang Heji Mirror Flowers and Water Moon.
She sat down next to the stone bench in the small courtyard. She rubbed her hands together, secretly wiping off the sweat on her palms, then raised her hand to rub her forehead, and took out a stack of small notes from her sleeves, which were filled with excerpted poems and sentences.
, the little girl who carefully "replayed" the beautiful scene in the mirror, occasionally scratched her face, sometimes felt annoyed, sometimes embarrassed, and finally put away the small note, raised her fist, and cheered herself up. In the end, the little girl was still a little discouraged.
The girl, with her chubby face pressed against the stone table, frowned slightly and sighed softly. She probably felt that she was so ugly and it was so difficult to make money.
The charming little girl took out a few fairy objects that were used to watch other people's mirrors, and she gritted her teeth and selected one of the small and exquisite coral trees. The red light flowed, indicating that the mirror was opening. She pursed her lips and carefully took out a snowflake.
money, refining it into pure aura, like watering a coral tree, slowly laying out a landscape painting. It was the painting fairy who temporarily became her next door neighbor in the snail shell. The little girl took a deep breath, sat upright,
He paid full attention, without blinking, and carefully watched every word and every smile of the fairy sister.
It's a snowflake to spend money on. It's not easy to make money but it's like running water. How can she not be serious?
But the little girl became more and more sad as she watched, because she always felt that she would never learn in this life.
Jiang Shangzhen put away the teapot, held his chin in one hand, gently shook the cattail leaf fan, and stared at the little girl from a distance. The old master of the Yugui Sect narrowed his eyes and smiled softly.
The old Artemisia master Ni Yuanzhen appeared outside the door of the mansion. The door was not closed. He stepped inside and then came to Jiang Shangzhen's side. He smiled and said: "The master of the house is still as leisurely and leisurely as ever."
Jiang Shangzhen sipped the tea from the pot, and then joked: "Why do you want to provoke my good friend? The old birthday star suddenly wants to know the taste of arsenic and frost. Doesn't he think he has a long life? Or do you think that you can kill mosquitoes with a Jianghuai and you are invincible in swordsmanship? It's better now.
, there is no bamboo grass left, how can we still be a ferry boat in the future?"
Ni Yuanzhan said: "We made an agreement back then. I was just going to be the unnamed guest of Huangheji, the blessed land of Yunku. I would wait for the destined person to take away the ancient golden elixir. I would do whatever else I wanted to do, whether I would go or stay.
, without restraint.”
Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said: "Over the years, the three-legged golden toad nestled on your shoulder has helped me gather a lot of wealth in the blessed land. I have to thank you. It's just that you encouraged me to take Lu Fang to the lotus flower blessed land.
, saying that it was expected to help him resolve his heartache, but in fact, he had a hidden plan. He did not talk about the original intention, but only talked about the result, which caused my friend and I to be separated. We have clear grievances and are just clear."
Ni Yuanzhan was like an immortal soldier before, leaving a crane cloak on the boat. He glanced at the river and the ferry where there were no more ferries, and sighed: "My body and mind have been in a cage for a long time, and now I have returned to nature. Unexpectedly, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Already."
Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "Now that Haoran's world is in full swing, after you gave away the hot golden elixir, you didn't think about doing anything? For example, go to see Sui Youyou?"
Of course, the "four people" around Chen Ping'an were not the only ones who left the Lotus Flower Blessed Land.
The master of Lao Guan is one of the oldest monks in the world, not to mention an unattainable fourteenth realm. He can use the blessed land to inquire about the cave and heaven, and discuss Taoism with Taoist ancestors. The Taoism is still very high.
Ni Yuanzhan asked: "Aren't you curious to whom I want to give the golden elixir?"
Jiang Shangzhen laughed it off and put away the half-moon-shaped teapot. Although it was inconspicuous, if a willow leaf could really kill Qiangyue back then, the bright moon hanging in the cloud cave blessed land would be among the top ten caves and the thirty-sixth hour.
The purest moon among the Cave Heaven and the Seventy-two Blessed Lands. As for now, Jiang Shangzhen told the truth, if he hadn't been the chief worshiper of Luolu Mountain, he would not have been willing to go to Dali. Because Shengyue is now in Chen Ping'an's hometown.
The small town, with a large amount of military exploits, was not only recognized by the Chinese Confucian Temple, but also established a sect in the vast world.
Since Ni Yuanhao said so, and he was unwilling to hand over the rare golden elixir hidden in Huangheji to Cui Dongshan on the ship before, it means that Ni Yuanhao's proud disciple Sui Youyou in Ouhua Blessed Land is indeed
Not a fateful person.
Jiang Shangzhen gently shook the cattail leaf fan and said, "It's just a piece of fairy weapon. Who will lose it? It won't make Mr. Jiang curious."
If you become a guest of Jindan, you will become a member of our generation.
But for the same golden elixir monk, the rank of a golden elixir is as different as clouds and mud, just like there are thousands of beautiful women in a continent, but there are only thirty-six women who can be judged on the Rouge Picture and climb the Flower God Mountain.
Ni Yuanzhan took the initiative to reveal the secrets of heaven, "We knot grass into a building, watch the stars and look at the air, the ancient ground calls the pavilion, and it is as profound as the ages."
The Golden Summit Temple in the North, the Taoist lineage comes from the Tower Temple sect of Taoism. There are hundreds of magnificent rivers and mountains, Zhongnan is the most beautiful, and Zhongnan has thousands of peaks, and Tower Temple is the most famous. Among the five ancient mountains, Zhongnan is one of them, and the most famous.
It is difficult to find, and it is juxtaposed with Taishan, the ancestral mountain of the Wanyao Sect in the Three Mountains. The ancient place Zhaoting has a close relationship with Zhongnan Mountain. The surname Shao is even related to Jiang Shangzhenjiang and Jiang from the Yunlin Jiang family in Baopingzhou.
They are all ancient surnames that can be counted on one's fingers.
Jiang Shangzhen clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "The luck of Master Du of Jinding Temple is not bad. One of his disciples is Shao Yuanran. I thought before that this boy's luck was weird, good and not eye-catching. This is better than some young hero."
It's rare to find a good master who is willing to devote himself to cultivating oneself, and then to get close to a hidden path like Jinding Temple, and finally to establish a relationship with Guo Zuo of the Daquan Dynasty who was saved from the overthrow of the nest.
I made a lot of money one by one, big and small, and now I am just sitting at home, waiting for Brother Ni to take the initiative to send me a piece of opportunity, the fairy fate on the mountain, it is really wonderful, and it makes Mr. Jiang jealous.
.It’s just that it’s a great thing for Shao Yuanran, but it’s not necessarily a good thing for Brother Ni. He has to wade through muddy waters and can’t help but return to the cage.”
Ni Yuanzhan said: "I know you have a bad impression of Jinding Temple, so I don't ask for much. I just want Shao Yuanran to be able to practice Taoism smoothly for a hundred or two hundred years. After that, when he reaches the upper five realms, it will be a blessing or a curse.
, it is his own great creation."
"No guarantees."
Jiang Shangzhen shook his head, "Brother Ni left the bamboo grass and crane cloak tonight. Sure enough, the meeting gifts are not for nothing. He has long seen the entanglement between my brother Cao Mo and Jinding Temple. You hermit masters, behave like this
It's annoying to like grass and snakes and gray lines. A person who practices Taoism takes a boat along the long river of time. The years are long and the water flows down. It used to be fine, and everyone did not interfere with the river. But from time to time, he had to cross the river downstream somewhere.
Every time I see the same person, I tolerate it twice, but then it happens three or four times. Not to mention Cao Mo, even a good-tempered person like me still feels unreasonable."
Ni Yuanhan's expression became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Listen to what the family leader wants, are you trying to stop me from sending out the golden elixir?"
Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said: "As long as Shao Yuanran dares to come to Huangheji, I will let him die in front of you. If you dare to go to Daquan Dynasty to give away the golden elixir, I will give him the life to take the golden elixir to complete the Taoism and become a legendary elixir."
He reached the first level, but he failed to break through the realm and entered the Nascent Soul Realm."
Ni Yuanhan sneered and said: "Do you think that since Donghai Temple Taoism is no longer in the world, you can compete with the old Taoist master?"
Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "We are separated by a world, so Jiang is afraid of an egg?"
Ni Yuanhan said meaningfully: "Oh? Fellow Taoist Zhou from Spring Chao Palace is as heroic as ever."
Jiang Shangzhen blinked his eyes, leaned against the railing, leaned back, and put his cattail leaf fan against his face to partially cover his face, "Could it be that the old temple master is visiting the blessed land of Yunku?"
Ni Yuanhan sneered.
A willow leaf flashed away, and a sharp sword light penetrated the head of the old Master Hao from between his brows.
Ni Yuanzhen put his fingers between his eyebrows, held on to the railing with one hand, and said angrily: "Jiang Shangzhen, you are a coward!"
Jiang Shangzhen laughed endlessly, "Brother Ni is really naive when it comes to pretending to be a ghost. If the old viewer really wants to leave a piece of his mind in the vast world, how can he waste it on Jiang who is always kind to others and is reasonable and forgiving?
To be continued...