Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

In view of Pinglan's pressure, Su Changyi had no choice but to put the matter of going to Xuandu on the agenda.

Before that, they had to spend the New Year and Shangyuan in Yaoshan one after another.

Most of the disciples in Yaoshan were asked to spend the New Year with the disciples of the second hall and one peak of Huanxuancheng. Among them, a few disciples wanted to go home to visit their relatives. live together.

The idea of ​​celebrating the festival together? Su Changyi didn't agree with it at first, just because this proposal was put forward by Qing He, even if someone else told her, he wouldn't be able to reject it repeatedly.

After Qinghe sent someone to send a message and was rejected for the third time, she went directly to the Lingqing Hall in person, and the horizontal sword stopped Su Changyi from walking towards the inner hall.

Surprised, Su Changyi's eyes fell on the Zhuying sword in front of him, and without changing his face, he raised his finger and pressed it on the sword, pressed it down hard, and asked, "Senior sister, why did you come here?" this?"

"No need to say much, I just ask if you agree or not." Qing He said.

Su Changyi withdrew his hand, and said again: "Of course not, your trip is nothing more than unnecessary."

Qinghe frowned for a moment, then snorted and asked: "If you don't agree, it's fine, then your disciple is alone with us? It's just a disciple. You won't? Can't you bear it?"

Su Changyi was surprised.

She remembered what Ping Lan told her yesterday that there was something wrong with Qinghe, and now that she thought about it carefully, she could detect some clues.

Qing He seems to be particularly interested in Du Qing.

It turned out that Qinghe didn't care about her, let alone Yaoshan's disciples. What the other party said about joining the palace for the festival was just an excuse to let Duqing go to them.

Knowing the key to this, Su Changyi rested his hand on his chin and thought for a moment, then raised his iris-colored peach blossom eyes, and said with a light smile, "It's just a festival, you can send your disciples to call you when the time comes, and it won't be too late. Did you come here on purpose?"

Got Qinghe? Zhunxin didn't have much interest in other questions, so he just said softly, "If I don't come, can you let go?" After finishing speaking, he nodded and walked away in a haughty manner.

On the day of the new year, Shangqing Market has already prepared a variety of activities.Su Changyi ordered Yaoshan disciples to eat and play as they please, and to return to freedom for the time being, while Pinglan was called away early in the morning by Xuanshan disciples.Now everyone has something to do, only she is bored.Su Changyi didn't want to stay in Lingqing Hall, so he went down the mountain alone with his sword.

The small town at the foot of Shangqingxu Mountain is named Yaochang.Because of being protected by one of the best sects of cultivation, the territory is vast and rich, and the people live and work in peace and prosperity.Especially at night, the busy city is brightly lit, full of voices, and pedestrians flock to the point of rubbing shoulders.

On the night of Shangyuan, Su Changyi checked out of the temporary hotel and went to wander around the local market that opened at night.

There are many people on the street, and the lights on both sides of the road are like two glowing long dragons. Most of the pedestrians on the road are carrying lanterns of different shapes and colors in their hands.

The Shangyuan Festival is called Yuanxiao in modern times. In previous years, Su Changyi would have easily passed the festival by eating glutinous rice balls. However, in the novel, he was lucky enough to see the ancient Lantern Festival. How much? Delighted and looking forward to it.

She went to the street market and bought a few special snacks, then ordered enough to fly to the eaves of a water pavilion attic to enjoy the scenery downstairs.

The crowd in the waterside promenade is so stagnant that it is difficult to pass through, there is nothing to see.

There is something on the opposite side of the water pavilion attic.

On the opposite side is a curved light bridge, where crowds are densely packed, some chanting poems and opposing each other, and some expressing heartfelt sympathy to each other.There are thousands of lanterns under the bridge, passing by the water. On the riverside close to the river, there are also countless boudoirs and ordinary women, who either pray or appeal, and deliver lotus-shaped lanterns to the river.

The mottled moonlight falls on the rippling flowing water, sending the flower lamps slowly sinking into heaven.

The most eye-catching thing is a finely crafted and resplendent cruise ship.

There is a woman in white at the bow of the boat, with a graceful figure and graceful posture, with a noble and elegant temperament, a slender waist that seems to be held by one hand, and three thousand filaments that look more slippery.

With his back facing her, he was entering the boat room through the curtain.

Su Changyi glanced at it intriguingly with burning eyes, and then landed on the darkest and most gloomy sky in the distance, and then fell slowly.

This is a city, dimly lit.

This reminded her of a poem: the wind sells the flame wax, the dewy oven, the flower market shines brightly.Osmanthus Liuwa.The slender clouds are scattered, Geng Geng Su'e wants to go down.The clothes are elegant.Look at Miss Chu, with a slim waist.

Xiao drums are noisy, people's shadows are uneven, and the road is full of fragrant musk.Because of thinking about the night in the capital.

Looking at thousands of gates like the day, laughing and wandering.Tin caropa.Wherever we meet, there will be dark dust following the horse.Time is also.The only thing I can see is that the old love fades away.Clear the leakage and move, Feigai returns, stop singing from dancing.

This night in Shangyuan was peaceful and gentle, bustling and illusory. There is a saying that the scenery is not intoxicating, and everyone is intoxicated. Su Changyi sat on the Zhuwa, looked at the beautiful scenery and became three-pointed drunk. His cheeks were slightly flushed now.

After a while, she shook her head, got up slowly, and then headed home by the moonlight like a toad's jade belt.

After returning to the inner hall of Lingqing, Su Changyi fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed, which was unbelievably fast. This was the fastest and most peaceful night she had ever slept in.

When her consciousness was blurred, she moved angrily, and couldn't help but bury her face in the quilt, trying to avoid something.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was dim.

Su Changyi was woken up by the sound of knocking on the door. She sat up under the quilt, supported her drowsy head, and rubbed her brows lightly. After a while, she let out a "huh" and lifted the quilt. Get out of bed, wash and change clothes.

After finishing everything slowly, he walked out of the inner hall to see the maker of the commotion just now.

Ping Lan had been waiting in the main hall for a long time, she got out of bed to wash up almost as soon as she woke up from a dream, and came over quickly.

Seeing someone coming?, she hurried up, swayed her right foot towards him, frowned and asked, "What did you do last night? My foot hurts from kicking?!"

Su Changyi still had a splitting headache.

What did you drink last night?What a job!

"Going to the Lantern Festival, I came back a bit late." She glanced at the extra luggage on Ping Lan's shoulders, only to belatedly remember the day when they decided to go to Xuandu.

Ping Lan blushed contemptuously. She glanced at her.

Su Changyi pretended not to see it, leaned over, hooked Pinglan's bundle with his long fingers, "You brought it? What's the use of this? Don't you think it's troublesome?"

Ping Lan patted the burden on her body, and explained: "I can't use the treasure bag of the head of the Shangqingxu. Don't you have to bring a burden?"

Su Changyi seemed to understand, she simply checked her treasure bag, and nodded in satisfaction when she saw everything in it.

From Shangqing Ruins to Xuandu, there are forests, wastelands, oceans and ice fields, and the difference between the two is hundreds of thousands of miles.Su Changyi only relied on Yinshen's memory to pass through his heart? After reviewing the road map, he resolutely gave up on Yujian. Sun Houzi could do a somersault for thousands of miles, but she couldn't. No? Xuandu.

However, she remembered that there is a teleportation method in Yaoshan, which can travel thousands of miles in one day, so she took Pinglan there.

A day is like an instant, and transmission is like shrinking distance.

In the blink of an eye, the two were on a snowy ice field.

Ping Lan's footsteps were swaying, and she walked down from the suspended purple rune spell array. Her legs softened and she fell to her knees on the ground, supporting the thick ice ball with one hand.

The ice was so hard that it hurt her palms, she gritted her teeth and said, "Can you, can you make the location more accurate..." With her other hand resting on her forehead, she yelled in pain, "Accurate?! "

"It's either hitting a wall or a tree. I have a grudge against you?" Ping Lan thought of hitting twice in a flash, and then fell to the ground in a split second.

Now? My forehead still hurts!

Su Changyi couldn't stop getting dizzy, but she wasn't as unlucky as Ping Lan, and she didn't stand forward like Ping Lan? The dizziness wasn't from bumping, but from excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

"Who do you blame for your bad luck? Do you blame me?" Su Changyi closed his eyes and slowed down for a while, then opened his eyes and looked around and said, "Hurry up, we're here. "

The snow-covered ice field that broke into the bottom of the eye can't be seen at a glance. There is a white wind and snow blowing in the distance, causing chills on people's bodies, and the thin sunlight shines down, reflecting patches of glaciers. The sky is slightly light blue, and the whole world is white.

And this scene gave Su Changyi a sense of déjà vu.

Ping Lan struggled through the thick snow and ice before she stood up and walked to her side.

The two stood side by side, the breath of ice and snow rushed towards their faces, and the biting cold wind raised the hem of their clothes fluttering.

Ping Lan said seriously: "It is rumored that Xuandu is in the south of the ice field. No one knows where it is. We have to look for it."

"Let's rest first."

Looking around, I saw a huge, rough and uneven ice rock somewhere, which was just enough to cover the figure of the two.

As she raised her foot, she explained, "Turn on the teleportation method? Will the array of spiritual power be exhausted?"

Ping Lan didn't respond, and looked stubbornly at the distant sun.

Hearing nothing, Su Changyi couldn't help but turn around.

This happened to meet Ping Lan's eyes that suddenly looked back because of her impatience, and there was a rush and anxiety that could not be concealed in those eyes that were shining with a cold light.

Seeing this, Su Changyi frowned forbearance, and couldn't help but ask: "Xuandu is here? Can't be on the ice field? Run, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid, I just don't want to waste any more time!" Ping Lan clenched her fists

"Then can you wait for me to recover my spiritual power? Besides..."

Su Changyi's eyes sank? The wind and snow picked up her long silver-white hair and danced in the void. The flickering light and shadow fell on the water-blue double-breasted waist-length dress with slender waist, and the blue and white colors blended together. It was a little dreamy together for a while.

After a pause, she continued: "Even if you find out the specific location of Xuandu now, you can't go in."

Ping Lan fell silent suddenly.

Jun Yao's words are true.

Finding the location is a necessary condition, but whether you can get in is the key?

Monsters have always been in power in Xuandu's God Killing City. Whether it is a top-level monster, a natural monster or a hybrid monster, they all have a demonic aura, and the extremely evil people who have been exiled to the realm of evil and depravity all have bloody hands. It naturally has a bloody and killing atmosphere, and this atmosphere can completely cover up the popularity, and it can also make low-level monsters stay away.

As monks, one of them is the master of cultivating the true way, and the other is a top-notch powerful immortal. Not to mention the magic energy, just that body? The righteous way aura comparable to the fairy charm can attract demons with a radius of dozens of miles.

Entering the God Killing City without blood and demonic energy is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth. Su Changyi has not yet found a way to cover up the aura on his body. If he goes forward rashly at this time, he will only enter vertically and exit horizontally.

If she enters with the peak cultivation base of her Mahayana stage, it's a desperate attempt, but Ping Lan's role is no less than a drag.

Su Changyi sighed secretly, too lazy to belittle her.

After a while, she thought of another thing, turned sideways? rushed forward? the descendant raised her jaw slightly, "How is my senior sister's primordial spirit when she is in a coma?"

"Alright," Ping Lan said.

Su Changyi nodded and lowered his eyebrows, and asked lightly, "If that's the case, then why wasn't she the one who woke up in the original body?"

She groaned and groaned towards the Bingyan in the front, but behind her, Ping Lan's voice suddenly cut off.

For some reason, Ping Lan was full of resistance to this question. Just when she thought she couldn't get an answer from Ping Lan's mouth, Ping Lan's voice just sounded in her ears.

"Do you have to tell me?"

Even if he didn't look back, he could still feel that burning gaze.

Su Changyi lowered his head and chuckled lightly, "If you don't say it, let it go? But after the matter is done, what's yours will be yours, and what's not yours will be returned to Zhao. Do you understand?"

"Understood? You don't need to remind me. My purpose is not to take away from your senior sister. Besides, with my own strength, how can I suppress her primordial spirit?"

Su Changyi smiled, but was noncommittal.

The two fell silent in the snowstorm.

That piece of ice rock was three people wide and two high, which was enough to cover their figures. Although it was still some distance away from the God Killing City, Xuandu was called Xuandu because it was mysterious and mysterious, and no one was there. Know where it is? Where? No one knows how broad its territory is.

As long as it is not delimited by?, it can be called Xuandu, and the most common thing in Xuandu is the rampant monsters.

Right now, they are only suitable for temporary shelter.

Su Changyi consumed a lot of spiritual power and needed to sit aside and adjust his breath. Only by recovering his spiritual power first could he move forward safely.Ping Lan didn't consume her spiritual power, but she had nothing to do in her free time. When she was free, she untied her own bag and took out the dry food inside, just to fill her stomach.Cultivators who have reached the sub-shen stage can perform the legendary bigu and do not eat whole grains to prevent the accumulation of turbidity in the body, and the turbidity can also be eliminated, but it is more troublesome and wastes spiritual power. Even so, few people Can really get rid of appetite?

She doesn't know whether Zhu Yu, who is the original body, is like this, but she knows that Jun Yao doesn't eat.

Time flies, the sky has reached dusk.

When Su Changyi opened his eyes again and looked at the burning clouds in the sky, he knew that it was Xu time.

"Can I go?"

She got up? Said.

"Well?"

Ping Lan yawned, holding the luggage in her arms, and the contents seemed to be reduced by half.

Su Changyi frowned, and looked at her with a displeased expression, his eyes were gloomy and sharp.

"That's how you sleep?"

"if not?"

"How dare you? Do you still know where you are? Where?"

"Ice Field, what's the matter?"

A thin light fell on her exquisite jade-like side face with clear lines, and a dark mark was drawn on the high nose, making the cold eyebrows even more gloomy.

The author has something to say: #cough cough, what to hide? #

Su: ...why pick it up?

Author: ah this...

He: Why don't you pick it up?

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The poem comes from Zhou Bangyan's "Jieyuhua·Shangyuan"