If such a trivial matter messes up the state of mind, it will be difficult to achieve great success in martial arts."
Lou Zhiruo stuck out her tongue, and Yuan Changqing was half reminding, half admonishing, speaking at least 60 or 70% of the time he was talking about himself. Although Yan Zhifei was also irritable, his mood was not chaotic, while Su Tu was getting closer to Mount Everest.
, my mind became heavier and heavier, the smile on my face disappeared, and there was a hint of determination in my indifference. Only I felt that the scenery was pleasant at first, but after walking for a long time, it became unbearable, not to mention how tired I was, but
Very boring.
"Well said!" Suddenly, a loud laugh came from a protruding boulder above his head. Yuan Changqing's face changed slightly. Hearing the argument, he found that the speaker was very close to the four of them. Although there was a boulder to cover his whereabouts, he was bullied.
He was so close and didn't notice it. If the person coming had evil intentions, everyone would be at a disadvantage at this moment.
While speaking, while Yuan Changqing and the others were on guard, a head poked out from the big rock above their heads. It was a young man, dressed in green clothes, with a scholar's knot casually combed his face.
The four of them, Yuan Changqing, cupped their fists and saluted, and said with a smile: "Senior Yuan, junior Zangyuan Jiange Jiang Yihang, I have been ordered by the master to welcome senior here and invite senior to enter the mountain."
Yuan Changqing looked up, without changing his expression, and said calmly: "The Guilin Sword from Zangyuan Sword Pavilion is very good, not bad."
There was a pun in the language. Jiang Yihang smiled slightly, without pride or humility. He pointed forward and asked where the road was heading: "Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Please."
Yuan Changqing nodded, returned the salute, and drifted away. Su Tu and the others followed closely behind. Lou Zhiruo looked back at Jiang Yihang. Jiang Yihang smiled kindly and nodded lightly. Lou Zhiruo looked away in a hurry.
No longer looking at it, but the base of his ears felt a little hot. This Guilin Jiansheng was really handsome.
After walking for half a cup of tea, Jiang Yihang on the stone had disappeared. Yuan Changqing looked cold and silent, walking like running water through the big rocks and green trees.
Yan Zhifei looked back and said angrily: "The Seven Swords of Zangyuan, you have such a big air. You stand on top of your head and talk. Is this how Zangyuan Sword Pavilion teaches its disciples?"
"Show off your power." Yuan Changqing said calmly, and after saying that, he smiled slightly and said, "Fu Ge's move has already failed him. After all, he is still afraid of us in Luo Xing Valley." After saying that, Yuan Changqing glanced at Su Tu, who seemed not to be interested.
I feel that I don’t ask about things outside my body, I don’t listen to my words, I don’t know what I am thinking.
After walking for more than half an hour, I met five more disciples of Zangyuan Sword Pavilion. They were all rising stars of Zangyuan Sword Pavilion. This method of welcoming guests is called Liuzi Yingmen, which is an ancient and remote way of welcoming guests in the world.
, it can be regarded as a great gift, but it is a pity that the identity of the person greeting the guests is a little different, and the taste has changed a bit. Yuan Changqing was dissatisfied, but there was no trace of joy or anger on his face. Zangyuan Jiange had an ulterior motive for this move. First, it was given to Chu
In order to save face in Gucheng, he could deliberately irritate Yuan Changqing and his entourage. If word spread in the future, the Jianghu comrades would not be able to find any fault. If he was sincere, even if Fu Ge would not come in person, let a person of similar seniority come to the mountain.
It's easy to welcome guests in front of you. Zangyuan Jiange certainly knows this.
With the six men of Zangyuan guiding the way, Yuan Changqing and others took a shortcut and soon arrived at the foot of Mount Everest. In front of them was a bamboo forest, green and lush, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Each green bamboo was as thick as the mouth of a bowl and several feet tall.
It is densely packed and stretches for miles, which is very beautiful.
When we arrived here, the smell of fireworks in the originally inaccessible mountains became more intense. The stone steps under our feet were like new, rising and falling according to the mountain. It did not ruin the beautiful scenery, but added a bit of finishing touch to the unknown place in the clouds. The stone steps
There are no dead branches or leaves on it, it is very clean, and it is spread out into the bamboo forest.
Yuan Changqing paused slightly and took a look at the bamboo forest. The six sons of Zangyuan sword pavilion greeted the door. Except for the first one, Jiang Yihang, who was careless for a moment, Yuan Changqing, the other five sons, was secretly on guard and discovered the place where they were welcoming guests.
Among them, there was another place where four of the sons were hiding, and Yuan Changqing didn't notice his traces until the man showed up. This son's martial arts is the most advanced among the six guests, his name is Xun Suiqing, his appearance is ordinary, and his expression is a bit dull.
He is indifferent and seems to be inhumane, but he has a real respect for welcoming guests. This is not what surprises Yuan Changqing. What really surprises Yuan Changqing is that this man named Xun Suiqing is actually unknown. Among the Seven Swords of Zangyuan
There is no such person among them, so it can be seen that the foundation of Zangyuan Jiange is as deep as the rumors in the world. During this trip to pay homage to the mountain, he met Xun Suiqing on the way, which made Yuan Changqing feel a little worried.
A group of four people stepped into the bamboo forest. Lou Zhiruo sniffed and exclaimed: "It's so wet."
Yuan Changqing was also surprised. The moisture was very strong, but there was no musty smell and it smelled very fresh. He guessed that there should be a deep mountain lake behind the bamboo forest. Seeing Yan Zhifei carefully guarding the surroundings of the bamboo forest, Yuan Changqing nodded secretly and said
But he said: "Zhifei, this is where the mountain gate of Zangyuan sword pavilion is located. They will not debase themselves to such an extent, but they must be careful when traveling in the rivers and lakes in the future. As the saying goes, be careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship, and be more vigilant."
There’s no harm in doing it.”
"Yes, I will remember my uncle's teachings."
"Well, let's go."
Yuan Changqing said no more. The few people walked through the bamboo forest. They could hear the waves of bamboo leaves beside their ears and the fragrance of green bamboo shoots on the tip of their noses. It was hard to describe how relaxed and happy they felt. It was indeed a paradise on earth.
After passing the bamboo forest, my eyes suddenly opened up. What I saw was exactly as Yuan Changqing guessed. There was a blue wave mirror lake behind the bamboo forest. It was wide and narrow, forming an irregular oval shape, just like a bright pearl in a deep mountain stream. However,
The first thing that caught everyone's attention was not this quiet and quiet lake, but the three-foot-wide Bailian waterfall hanging down from the top of the mountain. The waterfall flew straight down, churning, and the water mist rose into the sky.
, pearls splashing everywhere. Yuan Changqing has seen many waterfalls. In the past, he has been to a few places when traveling in rivers and lakes, but this waterfall in Zangyuan Jiange is indeed the first time he has seen it.
Different from waterfalls elsewhere, this waterfall gives people a very soft and soft feeling at first glance. There is no momentum of majestic water, and there is no sound like thunder, surging and roaring. It is so quiet.
It hangs quietly from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the lake. If it weren't for the misty water vapor rising into the sky, one would almost think that it was drawn by some god with a stroke of genius.
The water poured down, splashing countless water droplets. The water droplets were as big as pearls, crystal clear, jumping for joy; the small ones were like smoke and dust, filling the air and turning into mist.