In its center is a majestic square made of marble bricks.
There are buildings all around that look like Taoist temples or palaces, stretching to the top of the mountain as far as the eye can see.
At this moment, six people led by the old emperor Zhao Purui, as well as some of their close followers, are all here.
There were seven tall men and women wearing iron masks around them. Each of them had a long and solemn aura.
Each of them is a powerful warrior no less than ninth level!
Even their body shapes are very similar.
The only difference is that their iron masks have different words written on them - "car", "horse", "elephant", "soldier", "cannon", "soldier" and "pawn".
These seven people originally stood in the center of the square like solid iron.
Even the old Emperor Daqian came in person, but there was no action.
However, when they saw the cracks in the sky and the illusory figure looming, the seven people knelt down on one knee at the same time, lowered their heads and said in unison——
"Disciples, please see Jihua Immortal Lord!"
"Congratulations to the Immortal Lord Jihua for breaking through to the realm of the ninth-level Immortal Lord!"
…
I saw an illusory figure in the sky gradually walking slowly.
The expression on the old emperor Zhao Purui's face finally showed slight changes at this moment.
Although he had received the news a few months ago, seeing it with his own eyes now, it was inevitable that he would feel a little emotional.
He glanced at Cao Xi next to him.
Cao Xi's eyes, which were always calm and calm, now showed a hint of surprise.
yes.
Even people like Zhao Purui and Cao Xi would be surprised when they see the dead come back to life.
The figure appearing in the sky before him is the self-proclaimed last remaining immortal in the world - Immortal Ji Hua.
The Daqian Dynasty was actually a human force founded by this "Jihua Immortal Lord" during the period of melee among various countries.
As an immortal, Jihua Immortal Lord needs a powerful enough dynasty to provide him with enough manpower and material resources to search for the elixirs and treasures he needs.
Since the founding of Daqian, every year's heaven-sacrifice ceremony has actually required the rulers to come to the top of Zijin Mountain to pay homage to this immortal.
Each time, only Emperor Daqian and a few of the emperor's cronies were able to come to the top of Zijin Mountain to meet Immortal Jihua.
Zhao Purui, Cao Xi and others had already met Jihua Immortal Lord back then.
Twenty years ago, shortly after Liu Mengyun's death, Zhao Purui, who was the Emperor of Daqian at that time, no longer wanted to be restricted and controlled by Jihua Immortal Lord.
He is the real emperor on earth.
There can be no other characters above the emperor.
Zhao Purui cooperates with Cao Xi.
Through some secret means, the Jihua Immortal Lord was forced to "retreat" forever.
But they didn't expect that twenty years later, the other party would appear on the top of the Zijin Mountain again.
The others, including Zhenbei King Yandong and Prime Minister Qin Shuzheng, were all here for the first time.
They now feel quite suspicious and curious about this so-called "immortal" who suddenly appeared.
The immortal in front of him was suspended on the spiritual power aerial bridge. He didn't move for a long time and showed no sign of wanting to come down.
Until, among the seven Dharma Protector disciples, the chief disciple "Tiechech" saw this, and his heart instantly became clear.
He waved coldly and summoned a group of beautiful female disciples holding flower baskets, who lined up on both sides.
Only then did the immortal in the sky slow down.
As they gradually got closer, everyone saw the appearance of the immortal.
He has a slender figure and is dressed in a blue and white fairy robe. He looks spotless and mysterious.
But... this is only looking at his figure.
Take a closer look.
You will find that the face is too round, like a pie. It has small eyes, a big nose, a short nose bridge, a flat mouth, and there are freckles on the cheeks.
It immediately made people feel that he was no different from an ordinary man.
Even a little ugly.
The immortal landed and whispered to one side.
"You can start spreading flowers."
This was also the first thing everyone heard him say...
Only then did the female disciples next to them react. They didn't quite understand why, but they still followed the previous instructions and scattered the flowers one after another.
For a time, petals were flying and drums were beating.
The immortal seemed to be still standing in the middle, shaking slightly.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
This is... you're making fun of yourself, right?
…
…
Zhenbei Palace.
The weather is gloomy.
Inside the palace surrounded by high walls.
There is a bamboo pavilion in the courtyard. Yun Qingzhi is wearing a spacious Yun Shang unique to Daqian aristocratic women. The long sleeves complement Yun Qingzhi's Chuchen temperament, as if this kind of clothing was born for Yun Qingzhi.
She was sitting in the middle of the bamboo pavilion practicing the tea ceremony, and every move she made was as graceful as the person in the painting...
Next to the bamboo pavilion is a small man-made lake, which is extremely elegant and quiet.
If it weren't for the high walls around it and the shackles on Yun Qingzhi's hands and feet, who would have thought that this place was actually a prison cell.
Yan Wulu, wearing a black prince's brocade robe, slowly walked into the bamboo pavilion.
Yun Qingzhi stood up consciously when he saw the person coming.
Yan Wulu sat directly in front of Yun Qingzhi, and Yun Qingzhi also sat down...
Looking at the jade tea set on the yew eucalyptus, Yan Wulu asked calmly——
"Do you know tea ceremony?"
"When I was a child, my master once taught me something..."
Yunqing stopped talking.
Yan Wulu silently picked up the jade pot on the side of the eucalyptus, and played with it like magic with his slender fingers.
Wash the pot, brew, remove the foam, seal the pot, divide the cups...all in one go.
"Try it?" Yan Wulu asked, handing over the tea.
Yun Qingzhi took the jade cup handed by Yan Wulu with both hands. The aroma of tea overflowed in the cup. As soon as he smelled it, he knew it was made by a master of tea ceremony...
Yun Qingzhi took three sips and sipped slowly.
The fragrance of the tea lingers on the nose, the temperature is suitable, and it is endlessly memorable...
"very good."
Countless words of praise, after Yun Qingzhi thought about it again and again, only turned into one sentence: "Very good."
Yan Wulu didn't care, picked up a cup and put it on the tip of his nose to smell the tea, and couldn't help but ask -
"Do you know who started the tea ceremony culture?"
"Is this the first question of the day?"
Yun Qingzhi asked questions and answers.
Come to think of it, once Yan Wulu went to Northern Xinjiang, he had not been here for nearly two months and had not asked the other party any questions.
Yan Wulu glanced at Yun Qingzhi, who seemed to be trembling without knowing it...
"Please make me a cup of tea. I've asked you all three questions today..."
Yun Qingzhi was a little shocked, and at the same time, he also felt a little bit inexplicably lost.
I don’t know since when, I began to hope to hear the cold and touching voice of the man in front of me...
Yun Qingzhi silently played with the tea set on the eucalyptus.
Every move and every move shows the beauty of a heavenly being.
The tea ceremony process is very different from Yan Wulu's, but it has a bit more of its own unique immortal spirit, and is finally surrounded by clouds and mist generated by the special skills of its monks.
A cup of tea is like agar-agar jade syrup collected from fairy mountains...
Yun Qingzhi handed over the tea with both hands.
Yan Wulu took it silently, and seemed to be able to feel the presence of Yun Qingzhi's foggy spiritual power from the teacup.
...It seems that the energy of monks is indeed somewhat different from that of warriors. I don’t know how much of the elixir is left to be used.
Yan Wulu put the jade cup on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and began to rejoice that today's time was very suitable.
The faint fragrance of tea is even worse than what I have done...
“Good tea.”
It is consistent with Yun Qingzhi's evaluation of his tea, but the difference is that this is the first reaction in Yan Wulu's mind.
After smelling the aroma of tea, Yan Wulu put down the jade cup and prepared to leave. He didn't seem to be ready to taste it.
"It would be disrespectful to leave without tasting the tea that she carefully prepared..."
Yun Qing stopped mid-sentence and looked at the person who stopped in front of him.
She didn't understand why she called him to stop just now. It seemed that it was because she hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, but... hadn't she always been a talker in the past?
When Yun Qingzhi reacted, Yan Wulu had already returned to the eucalyptus and knelt down.
He picked up the jade cup with his right hand, took off the tea lid with his left hand, and gradually drank tea according to the tea ceremony...
Yun Qingzhi didn't quite remember Yan Wulu's movements behind him, but when he moved so slowly, he felt a hint of stillness in his heart...
Unexpected? No, it should be as she expected.
She could see Yan Wulu's extraordinary temperament at the first glance, and it was natural for him to have such charm. However, if we just talk about handsomeness, she had seen countless handsome men and beauties in the past.
"My Healing Game"
However, when I faced them, I didn't feel this way...
Yan Wulu drank all the tea in the cup and looked quietly at Yun Qingzhi, who was a little dull in front of him.
Yun Qingzhi also suddenly realized his impoliteness and turned his head away slightly.
There was silence for a long time. When Yun Qingzhi turned around, Yan Wulu had already stood up and left.
Yun Qingzhi stretched out his hand and stopped talking.
She slowly took her hand back and lowered her head slightly...
At this time, Lai Junchen suddenly arrived in the courtyard.
Because of the need for the torture plan, he would try his best to avoid meeting Yun Qingzhi in the past.
However, now, he has just received an urgent secret message from the Zhenbei secret guard, which needs to be handed over to His Royal Highness.
Zhenbei secret guards cannot enter here.
Therefore, we could only let the torturer Changlai Junchen enter.
Yan Wulu had not gone out yet.
He took the secret letter handed over by Junchen with both hands. There was a red feather on it, which meant that this secret letter was extremely important and urgent.
Yan Wulu's eyes changed slightly.
Open the secret message.
At this moment, Yun Qingzhi quietly stood up and approached.
Yan Wulu quickly browsed the contents of the secret letter, which was specially written for him by his father, Yan Dong.
The content of the letter was simple, but also shocking.
"Jihua Immortal Lord, reappears in Jinling?"
Yan Wulu murmured to himself.
Behind him, Yun Qingzhi suddenly became excited when he heard the words, "What did you say? Immortal Jihua?"
Yun Qingzhi recalled the Jihua Immortal Lord whom he had seen from a distance in the past——
Her eyebrows are like a painting, and her temples are like a knife. The breeze blows through her nose, and her lips are dotted with flying cherry blossoms.
He is tall and majestic, dressed in a green and white fairy robe, like a spotless lotus, and like a strong and reliable green wood.
That is the goal that Yun Qingzhi has been pursuing as a role model.
That is the supreme immortal that Yun Qingzhi dreams of.
Yun Qingzhi wanted to go to Jinling to meet Immortal Jihua.
She begged Yan Wulu to take her out.
As for the secret letter in Yan Wulu's hand, his father Yan Dong indeed asked him to secretly go to Jinling.
It seemed that Yan Dong had something to give to him.
Yan Wulu then agreed to Yun Qingzhi's request.
At the same time, he also wanted to see what kind of existence Jihua Immortal Lord Ji Hua, whom he had heard of many times, would be like?
He should be the wisp of immortal aura that Yun Qingzhi said he sensed, right?
…
According to Yan Dong, this time he just wanted to hand over something to Yan Wulu, so there was no need to come with a big fanfare. There was no need to come with a big fanfare.
I don't know whether it's because of the miraculous effect of "Snow Spirit Pill" or Yan Wulu's accumulation over time, but now he has broken through to the realm of a sixth-level warrior.
Yan Wulu's black cloud horse is a precious horse that travels thousands of miles every day.
He himself is now also a sixth-level warrior, a top-level powerful warrior in the world.
...The leader of the water thieves, Long Tao, is almost at this level.
However, Long Tao's warrior realm and actual combat ability should be stronger than Yan Wulu's now. But Yan Wulu's magic weapon and bone consciousness are far superior to Long Tao's.
If on this basis, combined with the several influential events that "Yan Lu" has done, he might even be able to be ranked at the bottom of the Yin Yuan Secret Book's "List of Masters in the Jianghu".
Therefore, there is no need to worry too much about safety issues.
Yan Wulu decided to take Yun Qingzhi on a quick trip to Jinling alone.
He planned to return to Yanbei after meeting his father and secretly observing the appearance of the so-called Jihua Immortal Lord.
…
Below Jinling City.
After the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, Jinling was still as usual, with prosperous and extravagant life happening every day.
None of this seems to have changed because of the immortal's reappearance.
But this is indeed the case.
As of now, the only people in the world who know that there are still immortals in the world are the few at the top of the Daqian.
Yan Wulu and Yun Qingzhi rushed to Jinling overnight.
Late at night, at the agreed place outside the city, the two met Yan Dong.
Perhaps in order to keep a low profile, Yan Dong did not wear the domineering and magnificent Zhenbei King python robe in the past, but instead wore a simple black casual suit.
But he is not angry and self-confident, and even if he is in a simple black suit, his domineering aura cannot be ignored.
Standing here silently, it seems to be integrated with the night.
Yan Wulu got off his horse, walked forward, cupped his fists and saluted -
"Father, I haven't seen you for a long time. My father is becoming more and more powerful and domineering now. It's natural."
"Hahaha, it's been a long time since we last met, and Lu'er will flatter his father."
"Just tell the truth."
Yan Wulu said, then turned to--
"...By the way, where is my little aunt? Why didn't you see her?"
"When you come to Jinling this time, confidentiality is paramount. My father did not tell her."
"...Even the father himself went out of the city at night so as not to let the spies at Daqian's secret door know."
Yan Dong replied calmly.
But he couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart - as a child, he really didn't hide his good impression of Yan Weiyu at all.
"clear."
"Speaking of which, Lu'er... you really surprised my father."
"The 'Snow Spirit Pill' you gave me can make a cruel and ruthless woman like Yan Weiyu look like a girl named Huaichun. It's really powerful."
While speaking, Yan Dong looked at Yun Qingzhi on the horse in the distance again, and couldn't help but continue: "...and that immortal with an arrogant and unyielding temperament and a heart of fire, he was also trained by you to be obedient.
."
Yan Wulu was stunned for a moment...
He originally thought that Yan Dong would praise him for his mission to Northern Xinjiang, for returning to the three states of Hetao, or for secretly regaining control of most of the Western Region.
But who would have thought that Yan Dong would say two sentences entirely about women...
Yan Wulu was a little embarrassed and touched his nose secretly, "Father is so complimentary."
