"Pass it on, the bell will ring nine times to welcome the birth of Baojia."
The melodious bells rang nine times in succession over the Yuling Sect, and the Yuling Sect disciples immediately cheered loudly. The other sect members who came to watch the ceremony immediately became energetic and headed to the viewing platform outside the Holy Land Qilin Garden.
Along the way, the outer disciples of the Yuling Sect stood with swords in hand and lined up on both sides of the road, looking heroic. Two thousand outer disciples were waiting outside the holy place.
As for the people who accompanied the sect leader and the elders into the Holy Land Qilin Garden, there were only a hundred people.
Not long after, a dragon roar came from the sky, green, purple and red auspicious clouds gathered together, thousands of auspicious streaks, and brilliant rays of light.
"This... this is a sign that Xuan Bao is born!" An old man from a big family exclaimed.
"In the entire Qingzhou, spiritual weapons are extremely rare. The Yuling Sect actually refined the three-color mysterious treasure. Oh my God, is the Yuling Sect about to rise?"
"It is said that the birth of Xuan Bao requires great opportunities and luck. The Yuling Sect is so good at refining weapons, and everyone in Qingzhou will look up to its name."
While everyone was talking about it, Mo Xiaoran rolled his eyes and looked at the mysterious holy land behind the giant door from time to time.
During this trip, Zhao Xishan also followed him to pay homage to the grand occasion. He found that Mo Xiaoran seemed a little anxious and raised his head from time to time. When he followed his gaze and looked over, his heart moved.
"Senior sister..." Zhao Xishan shouted softly.
Ouch! The senior sister’s cry made Mo Xiaoran feel comfortable all over.
Because of her young age, everyone called her "Little Junior Sister, Little Junior Sister" when they met her. Suddenly being called Senior Sister by a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old felt really...
So cool.
Senior Sister Mo Xiaoran's beautiful, refined yet charming face immediately put on a gentle smile, "Junior Brother Nanshan, if you have anything to say, please just tell me."
Bu Shan and Ni Hou on the side were jumping up and down anxiously. This boy hadn't even joined the sect yet, so he called him junior brother so affectionately, which really chilled the hearts of the two elderly senior brothers.
Inexplicably, these two senior brothers, who were skilled in human nature, felt a little wary in their hearts.
Zhao Xishan was also very happy. With these words from Senior Sister, Master Mo... I, Zhao Xishan, have my heart set on you.
"Senior sister, I want to visit the Holy Land of Yuling Sect!"
See, this is talent. It is said in the name of Zhao Xishan. If anything happens in the future, you will fight on your own. It has nothing to do with senior sister.
Otherwise, if a holy place like Qilin Garden is not open to outsiders, let alone outsiders, even disciples of the Yuling Sect who enter without permission will have to shed their skin even if they don't die.
If you are caught, you will take the blame yourself and will never harm your senior sister.
Mo Xiaoran's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately showed a troubled expression, "We are new here and are not familiar with this place. What if..."
"Sister, don't worry, I've already visited this place in advance."
On the day of other people's sect's celebrations, you have to sneak into their holy land, but Yuling Sect has a much deeper foundation than Wuji Sect, and its connections are also wider.
If he is caught, even if Taoist Master Xuanqing is in the Wuji Sect, it remains to be seen whether he can be saved!
What's more, the person is not even there.
The two senior fellow students were panicking, their bodies were hairy, and they were trembling with fear.
You can't be harsh to your junior sister, because your anger can only be directed at this registered disciple among the registered disciples who have not yet entered the monastery.
"Zhao Xishan, you are so brave. You dare to instigate your junior sister to sneak into the Holy Land. Do you know what the consequences will be if you are caught?"
Of course, it looked like he was yelling in anger, but his voice was actually very low.
In the eyes of others, they thought this young man had accidentally stepped on the foot of his grumpy senior brother.
Of course Mo Xiaoran has thought about this kind of thing, but an eleven-year-old girl is still pampered, so what kind of pressure can she feel in her heart?
"Isn't it okay if you don't get caught?"
Mo Xiaoran's words determined everything.
So, a stick of incense later, when the leader of the Yuling Sect held the treasure armor, surrounded by a group of elders and direct disciples, left Qilin Garden, and honored the sect in front of everyone, Mo Xiaoran and his party quietly came to Qilin
In an alley to the west of the garden.
At a corner, the little girl in yellow shirt was crying so hard that she looked around pitifully.
"Who?"
The two disciples of the Yuling Sect who suddenly discovered the unknown person suddenly felt kindhearted after seeing the beautiful little girl who could "click", and their demeanor and tone could not be more kind.
"This little junior sister is lost?"
A caring Yuling Sect disciple asked.
The little girl in front of her, who was as lively and graceful as a willow in early summer, slowly raised her head, and a successful smile slowly appeared on her crying face.
The two disciples were startled. When they realized something was wrong, they were hit hard on the back of their heads at the same time. Their vision went dark and they slowly fell down.
"Quick, drag it into the alley and change clothes.!"
Bushan and Ni Hou threw away the iron rods in their hands, bent down and dragged the two unfortunates away.
After a while, two young disciples wearing the robes of Yuling Sect disciples came out from the corner.
One of them has a dark complexion and lively eyes, and he can't help but look around vigilantly. The other one has fair skin and is quite handsome, and his expression is high as he looks around.
The two of them walked towards Qilin Garden with their heads lowered.
"Senior sister, we are so lucky. These two clothes are simply prepared for us."
"Shh, shut up, be careful, and lead the way."
The two of them walked forward nervously on the gravel path in the bamboo forest. They also encountered patrolling disciples on the way. However, maybe because they were in a good mood, everyone seemed not to be wary of the two of them. They just nodded to each other and passed by.
Pass.
As we walked further inside, the disciples of the Yuling Sect gradually disappeared. They must have known that no outsiders were allowed to enter.
But for Mo Xiaoran and Zhao Xishan, two little drunk mice who are not interested in drinking, isn't this kind of situation what they want to see the most?
Unattended, free-spirited, running rampant, go wherever you want!
Treating the Qilin Garden of the Yuling Sect as the back garden of the Wuji Sect, it feels so refreshing.
Along the way, the psychological journey of the two people can basically be described as...
There are ghosts in my heart... I'm frightened... I gradually relax... I'm calm... I'm at ease... I do whatever I want!
After arriving at the huge stone monument in Qilin Garden, the two of them were confused.
With a radius of about ten miles, huge buildings are built on steep cliffs, with white walls and black tiles, and raised eaves. Among them are green pines and cypresses, and a steel suspension bridge leads to the towering black building in the clouds and mist.
"Goo!"
Mo Xiaoran and Zhao Xishan swallowed their saliva at the same time, feeling shocked in their hearts.
It is no wonder that it is the number one weapon refining sect in Qingzhou. The aura of the building alone is even worse than those powerful sects.
The two looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes an uncontrollable desire to explore despite shock.
The iron bridge is quiet and quiet. When walking on it, white clouds are flowing around you. Below, the mist flows like a tide among the mountain peaks. People feel as if they are walking in the sky.
After crossing the bridge, they climbed up the stone steps made of rocks. After half a stick of incense, a tall black door appeared in front of them.
On the stone walls on both sides of the gate, there are two black-armored dragons climbing, with their heads downward and sharp claws. They are obviously dead things, but they make people feel terrified.
There is a crack in the door that makes it easy to walk through.
Zhao Xishan said happily, "Sister, those old men didn't even close the door when they left. We are very lucky."
Mo Xiaoran squinted his eyes and slipped in through the crack in the door.
Inside is a cave.
The wall is dark and smooth, whether it is polished or naturally formed. The black wall is inlaid with countless palm-sized hexagonal crystals. There is bright light, illuminating a deep passage on the stone platform behind the door.
Zhao Xishan sniffed the air and said in a deep voice, "It smells of fire."
Mo Xiaoran glared at his junior brother, who was four years older than him, and pointed at the sparks emerging like fireflies in the darkness at the end of the passage, "Do you still need to smell it?"
Zhao Xishan blushed and quickly walked ahead. As he walked, he said solemnly, "Senior sister, based on my experience of sneaking into forbidden areas quietly for many years, there must be various traps here.
However, as long as I am clearing the way in front, you can just follow behind. If there is any danger, leave me alone and run away."
Then, there is no more.
Because although Zhao Xishan was as cautious as a cat sneaking into someone else's house to steal fish, he imagined that the arrows were like rain, the steel knife was like wind, the quicksand was filling the head, and the soles of the feet were hollow...
All kinds of terrifying traps did not appear at all.
Diagonally down the passage, Zhao Xishan, after being embarrassed for 0.02 seconds, puffed up his chest and waved to Senior Sister, "Senior Sister, don't worry, there are no traps here."
Suddenly, the little girl felt a little ashamed and covered her forehead with her hands for a while.
In the center of the ground below, there are strange formation patterns carved on it. In the southeast, northwest, there is a bronze unicorn statue made of unknown materials. Beside the wall, there are mountains of forging materials, shining with crystal light.
What sparks out of the center of the huge formation is not a furnace, but boiling and bubbling magma. A heat wave hits, and the air is filled with the smell of sulfur.
Zhao Xishan looked around and saw that there was nothing worth taking away in the empty hall, and he felt a little upset for a while.
After so much effort, why should we return it empty-handed?
Not willing to give in!
"Huh~"
For some reason, there was a sound of wind blowing in the hall in the middle of the mountain, bringing with it a chill.
"call!"
There was another sound, and a tiny sonic boom sounded in the air.
"call!"
This time, what reached my ears was the sound of running water.
Mo Xiaoran's hair stood up as she realized that this was not the sound coming from outside the mountain at all, but the sound of breathing made by a terrifying thing.
As time goes by, a total of four breathing sounds sound in sequence.
A huge evil ghost like Jiuyou is sleeping peacefully next to it, invisible to humans.
Mo Xiaoran and Zhao Xishan were stiff, feeling that this holy land was getting more and more gloomy and weird. If they stayed here any longer, even if they were fine, their two little hearts would be frightened to the point of myocardial infarction.
Mo Xiaoran looked at Zhao Xishan with a pale face, and at the same time raised his hand towards the door.
Zhao Xishan understood instantly.
After half a stick of incense, the sound of breathing in the hall quietly disappeared. The two of them felt relieved and no longer made as loud a noise as when they first arrived. Instead, they tiptoed and tiptoed toward the door.
I was afraid of waking up the nameless things in the hall.