After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Du Rufeng sneezed for the sixth time along the way.

The air current blows the snowflakes fluttering from the mouth, and the sound shakes the ice and snow above the head that condenses to form a flying bridge.

Du Rufeng, whose whole body was stuck to the cliff, hung to the side to hide, and saw the ice block falling from above, rubbing his shoulders and falling into the endless abyss below.

Du Rufeng swallowed involuntarily.

...It's just a broken relationship, just go out to relax, is it necessary to put yourself in such a dangerous situation?

He hesitated for a moment, then remembered what Fellow Daoist had said to him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't arrive in time. Twelve-petaled dragon snow lotus is also considered to be excellent in terms of ingredients. There is a field of twelve-petaled dragon snow lotus on the Lotus Peak. You can take it as yourself to have some fun, and you can see it well." good."

Thinking of the twelve-petal dragon snow lotus, Du Rufeng's heart was about to move. He had only seen the description of this ingredient in the ancient jade slips. He heard that among dragon snow lotus, six petals were of the lowest grade, nine petals were of the middle grade, and twelve petals were of the highest grade. Top grade, the petals have their own rich and fragrant fragrance, it melts in the mouth, and it is easy to eat. However, the twelve-petal dragon snow lotus can turn yang and meet yin in alchemy, and can be used as a utensil to preserve sword energy. The effect is extremely special, and countless masters of alchemy The master craftsman held a spirit stone and begged to buy it. He was a little god who walked the food path, even if he went to the edge of the flower field without any danger after going through all kinds of hardships, no one would sell it to him.

Du Rufeng groaned and climbed up.

The lotus peak is surrounded by ice and snow winds, swirling aura, like a blade, if it is not close to the mountain wall, a little wandering god like Du Rufeng, who has no magic weapon, will be blown away by the wind if he can't fly more than three feet.

Not to mention that the ice and snow that can breed and grow twelve-petal dragon snow lotus is mortal. Even with divine power to protect the body, Du Rufeng was also frozen when he climbed up the cliff with icicles hanging on his hands. It was a chill.

In fact, if you go in through the main entrance, you don't need to enjoy this kind of treatment, but Daoist Shi has already said that you want him to be more concealed, so Du Rufeng has no choice but to take an unusual path.

When he really climbed the cliff, eight hours had passed.

Blown around by the cold wind for eight hours, Du Rufeng felt that he was about to turn into a piece of good bacon.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that on the cliff, as Daoist Shi said, along the slightly undulating snow field, there is an endless expanse of dragon snow lotus blooming.

The white petals have upward tips and sharp edges, like long swords, and the flower branches are lingering together. If you look closely, you can see the thin scales on the flower branches and vines, which look like a dragon's body, so it is called Long Xuelian.

This piece of dragon snow lotus, Du Rufeng took a rough look, every single one was, ten!two!valve!

"So happy..."

Du Rufeng murmured with dizzy eyes.

In his mind, these thousands of twelve-petal dragon snow lotuses have been made into various dishes, and imagining the taste, Du Rufeng couldn't help drooling, leaking from the corner of his lips, and landed on a twelve-petal dragon snow lotus at his feet.

The dragon snow lotus suddenly drooled, and it withered within a short while.

Du Rufengshang didn't have time to be dumbfounded when he heard an alarm sound from the sky above Lianhua Peak.

"Hey—where did the flower thief come from!"

An old woman appeared from nowhere, brandishing a magic weapon shaped like a broom. Du Rufeng saw that it turned out to be an alchemist, took out a few cakes in a panic, ate them, turned and ran away.

The old lady chased after him, and not long after, another visitor from the dark who had been hiding because his spiritual sense sensed the arrival of a stranger appeared, dumbfounded as he watched the most threatening person on Lianhua Peak go away.

It's rare for her to be lucky, Xu Fanyun thought.

The female sword cultivator of Tianjian Dao strolled into the flowers.

Compared with the reckless Du Rufeng, Xu Fanyun, who touched the dragon snow lotus and did not trigger the alarm, naturally did his homework and preparations. Now walking in the flower field, he saw the vastness of the world, looking up at the dark clouds rolling away like a rushing river. Going to look at the mountains, if thousands of silver dragons gather and gallop, and the light fragrance of snow lotus surrounds her body, she can't help feeling the scene and falling into memories.

"Just dance the Wu hook in front of the formation, and the world will not return home..."

She couldn't help but groaned in a low voice.

"...The world of mortals and purple moss is dyed all over, a little bit of white snow and ice sword flower."

Someone followed her words and said the next two sentences.

Xu Fanyun didn't feel her trembling and long sigh. She heard someone walking behind her, and the hem of the skirt pushed the sea of ​​flowers to fall in two, making a faint jingling sound.

"Why don't you turn around?" said the man behind him, with a gentle tone that Xu Fanyun was very familiar with.

Xu Fanyun didn't look back.

She whispered: "You are really here."

That year she took Yu'e away from Snow Eagle Fort, traveled all the way, and finally came here.

Lotus Peak occupies a small cultivating family, and the family's secret method requires twelve petals of dragon lotus, so a large field of dragon snow lotus has been opened here.

This family does not intersect with the Three Immortals, and does not sell their own dragon snow lotus, but there are many wild dragon snow lotus in addition to this family's dragon snow lotus field, those dragon snow lotus are not wanted by this family, let others pick them.

Xu Fanyun had finished picking the twelve-petaled dragon snow lotus that met the requirements of the sect's mission elsewhere, met the old lady, and was invited to come to this flower field to enjoy it.

Standing in the sea of ​​snow-white flowers, Yu'e, who twirled so that her skirt was in full bloom like a flower, had a bright smile engraved in Xu Fanyun's heart for a long time.

However that is false.

At this moment, standing in the sea of ​​flowers, smelling the fragrance of flowers in memory, Xu Fanyun convinced himself.

That's fake, whether it's a meeting, a smile, a tear, or a heart, it's all fake.

Even though she said that, her back was visibly shaken.

Behind her, Yu'e Lingren, the golden alchemy spirit of the Red Concubine Dao, raised an eyebrow, and took another step forward, reaching out to touch Xu Fanyun's shoulder.

As in the past few years, she grabbed Xu Fanyun's shoulders, pulled the thin body of the female Jianxiu into her arms, and said softly to Xu Fanyun's ears when she spoke, "I don't really mean that, miss... Do you believe that?" ?"

Do not believe.

Xu Fanyun said in his heart.

But her shoulders trembled.

Yu E hugged her even tighter with a coquettish smile, stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick Xu Fanyun's temple hair, the soft temple hair was moistened with saliva, and then she started to untie Xu Fanyun's hairband.

A head of black hair flowed down, Yu E raised her upper body slightly, and her white as jade hands grabbed the hair.

"Miss, I clearly told you that this hairstyle has been updated from time to time. Nowadays, only village girls wear this hairstyle. It's not that Miss is not beautiful. Why do you always put yourself down like this?"

As she spoke, she tied up the new hairstyle very neatly, then went to the front to take out the rouge balm, and rubbed it on Xu Fanyun's face.

Xu Fanyun let her move, until Yu E left her face with her hand and picked up a silver mirror and put it in front of her, then raised her eyelids and glanced at it.

The woman in the mirror couldn't be called Xu Fanyun.

There are many famous female cultivators in Canglan, but there are very few who look like Xu Fanyun, who has no characteristics and no bright spots. But after being dressed up by Yu E's skillful hands, her brows and eyes were well modified, highlighting her vigorous and heroic appearance. Although he is not like other female cultivators, he can be called handsome.

Xu Fanyun rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell from his own face in the mirror to Yu E whose cheek was close to hers.

The first glance made her sigh secretly.

Fortunately, there was no turning back just now.

The Yu E in the mirror, although similar in appearance, is completely different from the Yu E she knew. This enchanting woman in a flaming red dress, with a bright red lotus between her brows and a meaningful smile on her lips is not Yu E, but It's Yu'e.

Looking down at the mirror, Yu Eshang muttered in doubt: "This is very beautiful, but it's not enough. What's wrong?"

After saying this sentence, Yu'e laughed again.

"Because the expression is too stiff, my numerous clouds should really bloom in the sword light—"

Before she finished speaking, Xu Fanyun turned her wrist, and the spirit sword flew to her palm, drawing a complete circle vertically along the force.

The true essence pierces through the spirit sword, and the sword with red tassels is hunting and roaring.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the sword light is like the moon.

"--like this!"

Yu'e backed away with a smile, the bright red long silk slipped from under her sleeves, and was blown up by the wind of the sword, like a phoenix with its head held high in the nine heavens, the siren sounded once again over the sea of ​​flowers, and the twelve-petaled dragon snow lotus was blown up by the sword As soon as he got angry, the petals stood up, with the tips of the petals pointing up, and they almost flew out of the flower stalk.

Du Rufeng, who was going around in circles trying to get rid of the old woman, saw the blood red in the white snow, froze for a moment, then immediately changed direction and galloped towards the sea of ​​flowers.

The old woman made no attempt to stop him.

Because she was faster than Du Rufeng, and ran towards Huahai more like a gust of wind.

Du Rufeng was out of breath and wanted to chase after her, but was thrown further and further away by the old woman who was as short as a mushroom.

This can't be done, Fellow Daoist Shi asked him to do so.

As Du Rufeng thought this way, he took out a stick of sugar painting from the mustard bag.

"boom--"

The red silk and the sword light held each other, and the aura of fighting iron horse turned into a dragon shape, roaring and rushing towards Yu'e, Xu Fanyun held the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword was connected to the head of the dragon, a little cold light flowed down from the tip of the sword along the blade, Finally, it is hidden in the beating red tassels.

The tip of the red tassel slapped Xu Fanyun's cheek, while the sword pointed towards Yu'e.

Yu'e raised the corners of her mouth, her expression looked very happy, her toes landed on a twelve-petal dragon snow lotus, she held a red silk in her hand, and turned around.

A pair of six-foot-long red silk spread out into a huge circle in an instant.

The tip of the sword pointed at the circle, but it couldn't break through the circle and move forward.

Yu'e looked at Xu Fanyun and said, "Such a frustrated expression is very cute."

Xu Fanyun slowly let out the breath he was holding in his chest, took another deep breath, and wrote: "Cute?"

Before Yu'e could answer, she swung her sword again, and the sword wind from the sword edge stirred in the sea of ​​flowers, causing the petals of the dragon lotus to detach from the stem, and the flying petals were excited by the sword energy, dancing with the wind, turning into thousands of Wan Ruili's small swords all moved towards Yu'e.

"Just for this one battle, all the generals in the audience will listen to the drums, and thousands of troops will come to respond to the flags, and follow my commander—"

"--kill!"

A steaming dumpling landed between Xu Fanyun and Yu E.

Someone who answered Xu Fanyun's call was Du Rufeng who finally arrived.