In Shilong Mountain, not only the grass jelly grows fast, but the growth rate of weeds must be doubled at least.
Wan Qiliang, a troubled man, still wanted to say something: "Don't you grow medicinal materials and crops here?"
Lu Jing's face was expressionless: "I won't plant any more."
In the past year, the spiritual energy of Shilong Mountain has declined too fast. The harvests in some fields and forest farms are not good. The Huanzong cannot guarantee the quality and quantity, so they have simply abandoned some of the fairy fields.
He Lingchuan nodded. Back then, the fairyland in Fengmo Mountain of the Piaomiao Sect was also abandoned piece by piece.
While admiring the scenery along the way, he asked Lu Jing: "Are you a native of Yinzhu Island?"
"Yes. I am a native of Qianhua Island on the edge of the main island. I was fortunate enough to be admitted by the Fantasy Sect when I was five years old and practice immortal magic. It has been thirty-nine years now."
After hearing this, Wan Qifeng subconsciously took another look at him. This man looked to be in his early twenties, almost the same as his lord, but he didn't expect to be over forty years old. Sure enough, spiritual energy and immortal magic can preserve one's appearance and longevity.
He Lingchuan noticed that he was a disciple that Huan Sect recruited from the local area after Master Qianhuan entered Yinzhu Island, so he asked the key: "So, has Daoist Fellow Lu ever met Master Qianhuan?"
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows and paused for two breaths before saying, "Is the island master interested in me?"
When he asked this question, He Lingchuan knew the answer and casually said, "I see that you are all very young. It doesn't look like you came in with Qianhuan Immortal Lord more than a hundred years ago."
Even if the immortals are good at beauty, it is difficult for their eyes to deceive people. The eyes of an old man who is hundreds of years old and a young man of 20 or 30 years old are completely different.
Lu Jing looked at his classmates behind him: "Yes, the seniors who returned to Yinzhu Island with the Immortal Lord are all master level. Look at these people behind me, they all wish they were born more than a hundred years earlier."
Everyone laughed, but Dong Rui winked at He Lingchuan.
"Return", what do these two words mean? Do these young Huanzong disciples named Lu think that Qianhuan Zhenren has always settled in the upside-down sea?
He Lingchuan glanced at him: "What's wrong with your eyes?"
I heard it, I heard it, don't get excited.
The innkeeper has already said before that the local Feng Shen Dao name is Qian Huan.
The storm in the Upside Down Sea has existed for thousands of years. Master Qianhuan certainly cannot let ordinary people know that he only came to dominate the Upside Down Sea more than 150 years ago, otherwise the Fengshen's shell will be broken with a single poke.
"It's nothing, I'm confused by the sand." Dong Rui could only rub his eyes.
There is no need to ask Lu Jing about Qianhuan Zhenren. He is a late disciple and does not know the truth. So He Lingchuan changed the question: "I want to know, how did you find out that we came to the island?"
This is an easy answer, Lu Jing said: "We have magical powers to protect the island. Once outsiders break in, they can't hide it from our eyes and ears. The Huan Sect will know about it as soon as your ship sails in."
"Where is the fleet in the northwest corner?" He Lingchuan asked again, "Have they gone to the island?"
"I'm here to take care of you. We won't know what's going on with those people until we return to the mountain." Lu Jing looked at him and asked, "What is your relationship with them?"
"Dead enemies." He Lingchuan spread his hands, "They are Lingshan's mortal enemies, and they will also be your mortal enemies."
When Aunt Zhu heard this, she knew that this guy was secretly changing his concept again, equating himself with Lingshan.
"Then they are here to die." Lu Jing said naturally, "Where did they come from?"
"Tiangong." He Lingchuan smiled, "It was sent by the devil."
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There are many mountains and secluded fairy forests.
Birds are playing in the clouds. Shilong Peak is like a fairyland on earth, and it seems like two different worlds from the Silver Pearl City at the foot of the mountain.
The higher you go up, the less traces of human beings you can see, especially when you go above 500 feet above sea level, there are only drifting clouds and mist around.
He Lingchuan thought of the Miao Miao Sect's hometown on Feng Mo Mountain. There were also such small and narrow paths going up and down the mountain. However, it was covered with ice and snow all year round, and the stone crevices here were full of muddy moss, making it difficult for mortals to walk.
Then in the mountains and forests, on top of the cliffs, and at the bottom of the cliffs, exquisite buildings began to appear one after another.
At first, it was a single building, with an occasional monastery, and three or five small pavilions. After climbing a few mountains, a fairy peach forest opened, and the majestic palaces suddenly came into view!
Count the seven-storied buildings in the fairy mountain in detail, with carved railings and jade columns built with everlasting pines.
At the same time as the bright clouds came out of Xiu, the sky opened and closed, illuminating the red eaves and red ridges of the Immortal Palace.
At this moment, the mountains are red and the beauty is beyond words.
He Lingchuan had seen such extreme luxury and strictness in Lingxu City, but it was far less shocking than what he saw in the mist of the empty mountain.
This is the atmosphere that a fairy's residence should have.
The Yingtai sheep cart jumped out of the mountains and forests, landed in a huge square, and continued to gallop upwards.
From here on, the road surface is made of white marble, which is smooth and elegant. The height of each stone step is equal, as precise as measuring it with a ruler.
Walking from bottom to top, it is so clean that there is not a single fallen leaf.
The sound of sheep's hooves hitting the road is crisp and rhythmic.
This group of palaces is built on the mountain, at various heights, connected by platform corridors, and planted with exotic flowers and plants. It is almost summer, and the clear pond beside the corridor is filled with three-color lotus in advance.
From a distance it looks like ink, and from up close it looks like a fairy scroll.
The sheep cart ran along the platform to the square on the top of the mountain. This place is more open and can accommodate at least three to four thousand people. Lu Jing introduced that this place is called "Panxiantai", where powerful people preach and disciples listen.
At the end of the square are three main halls. The main hall in the middle is seven stories high, lush, thick, solemn and majestic.
This place is already the residence of the immortals shrouded in clouds and mist, far away from the mortal world.
Anyone who stands on Panxiantai and looks up at the majestic and vast hall must feel admiration in his heart.
But the sheep cart did not enter the main hall, but kicked into the back of the side hall.
Several Huan Sect disciples are already waiting here: "Uncle Lu?"
"Step back, these are guests from afar." Lu Jing waved them away and then said to He Lingchuan, "Master Xiao is in Wenhui Pavilion, follow me."
Everyone followed him into the hall again. After walking for a long time, they walked around a huge screen and saw dozens of people standing in the surrounding hall. They all stood in awe with their hands lowered, facing the direction of Wenhui Pavilion above.
We have to climb up again! Dong Rui couldn't help but shake his legs. How many steps are there? Wan Qifeng and others stayed in Siweitang, so there was no need to tire their legs.
After finally reaching the top, Lu Jing announced and ushered He Lingchuan, Dong Rui and Aunt Zhu into the room.
Wenhui Pavilion was hollow, and He Lingchuan saw a large mirror standing in the patio at first glance.
This mirror is as tall as a person, as round as the bright moon, and has three turquoise stones embedded at the top of the silver rim. What the mirror reflects is not the indoor environment, but the vast sea!
The sea surface is sparkling, the waves are shining with gold, and a fleet of ships is parked.
There were about ten people standing in front of the mirror, talking in low voices.
The soul-capturing mirror in He Lingchuan's arms suddenly became excited, and he spoke incoherently: "Haoyuan Golden Mirror! Ah, ah, ah, isn't this the legendary Haoyuan Golden Mirror! I, I, I can actually see it with my own eyes one day!"