The fairy is fierce

The snow-capped peaks that stretch for thousands of miles look like a spotless sea of ​​clouds when viewed from the sky. The Yunjiang River rushing into the sea from among them is also named after it.

However, no matter how big the river is, it is still composed of tens of thousands of trickles. The original source may just be a small spring dripping in the deep mountains.

It is not easy to find water sources in a mountain range that traverses Yuyaozhou, especially when the forces are mixed and everyone is wary of opponents and hides their whereabouts.

At dusk, on a ridge facing the setting sun, two figures walked in the knee-high snow, but they left no trace or footprints in the snow.

The person walking in front was a middle-aged man in white who had passed by the viewing pavilion. He had a green flute inserted diagonally behind his waist, and his eyes were always on the main peak in the west that was so far away that it could not be seen with the naked eye.

Behind him was local monk Wu Songzi, holding a compass and a golden brush as long as his arm. He walked a short distance and drew on the snow.

Wu Songzi was also born in a Taoist sect, but unlike Taoist Yunbao, he did not study in Yuyaozhou. He went to sea with his elders when he was young and became a disciple of the Yujingxian Sect in Huajunzhou.

The Yujing Immortal Sect was called the Ancestral Court of the Taoist Sect in ancient times, and the ancestors who cut off the Tao of Immortality came from it. Although it is not as glorious as it used to be, it is still one of the leading sects in Huajunzhou. With this background, On the spiritual path, he is an absolutely famous teacher.

However, Wu Songzi, like the Taoist priests who were taken care of by the girl with the hairpin, had flaws in his character. He was not selected by the Shangzong and was forced to leave the priesthood when he reached his age. Huajunzhou was full of dragons and pythons, and he, a little loach, couldn't survive, so he returned He went to northern Xinjiang and became an immortal.

The experience of traveling overseas gave Wu Songzi a general understanding of the situation in Jiuzhou, and he guessed where the middle-aged man in white in front of him came from, but what he was doing, like several others, was kept in the dark. .

People in cultivation cherish their lives, and no one wants to be an outcast or a pawn. Especially after the sudden death of Taoist Yunbao, Wu Songzi couldn't calm down in his heart. After walking for a long time, he couldn't help but ask:

"Xianzhang, Xiaodao has been working with Mr. Zheng for more than ten years. During this period, he also took a lot of magic weapons and opportunities. He thinks that he can be regarded as people in the same boat. Judging from the current situation, I am afraid that there will be a storm. Xiaodao has no clue. None, I am really afraid that if I find out later, I will delay the important matter of the Immortal Chief and Mr. Zheng..."

The middle-aged man in white responded without stopping:

"Do you want to become evil?"

At first, Wu Songzi only used money to do things, which were to build water conservancy projects and benefit the people. When he realized something was wrong, he no longer dared to run away. If he renounced the relationship now, he might die on the spot, so he naturally responded:

"Now that we've come this far, I'm afraid the righteous path can no longer tolerate the treacherous path."

"Most of the people who cannot be tolerated by the righteous path cannot be tolerated by the Youying alien race."

"...?"

This is so candid.

Wu Songzi paused, obviously wary in his heart, but he couldn't express it clearly.

The middle-aged man in white continued: "The Youying alien race occupies half of Kyushu. There are also mixed factions within it. There are evil heretics who do all kinds of evil, but there are also experts who care about the common people, but their goals are in conflict with the mainstream of the righteous path."

Wu Songzi sneered at these words, thought for a while and said:

"Mr. Zheng has been planning for more than ten years and has driven countless people crazy in northern Xinjiang. According to the immortal's wishes, is this move to protect the common people?"

The middle-aged man in white shook his head:

"Mr. Zheng was ordered by another alien force to do things without considering these details. There is indeed something wrong with them. They made a mistake this time. They must come over as soon as possible to close the net. They found the senior above me, otherwise I will not Get involved in this."

"Aren't the Immortal Chief and Mr. Zheng the same person?"

"We are like-minded but not in harmony with each other. This is the case for most of the Youying aliens. I let you follow me because you still know that what you did is not a good thing. If you dare to ridicule me in person, I will take you away after the incident. As for how to leave in the future, It depends on your destiny.”

Wu Songzi frowned and looked towards Wangbei Cliff, which was out of sight to the west:

"What the Immortal Chief means is that Lu Tong and the others can't leave?"

The middle-aged man in white didn't speak any more and walked along the ridge to a cave entrance under the snow cliff.

The entrance of the cave is not very deep, and there is a trickle of water flowing out of it.

Wu Songzi looked out and saw that the deepest part of the cave was emitting a faint green light. When he looked closely, he discovered that it was a black gourd.

The gourd was placed at the mouth of the spring, the stopper was opened, and as the spring water flowed out, strands of black mist flowed upstream from the water and were slowly incorporated into the gourd...——

Northwest, toward the North Cliff.

To the north cliff is the main peak of the Xuefeng Mountains, the highest place in the entire Yuyao Continent. Halfway there, you can see the sea of ​​clouds coming in like a wave and hitting the mountain wall, while the top of the mountain is still very far away.

Under the setting sun, Zuo Lingquan stood on the top of the mountain dozens of miles away from the main peak, looking at the peaks in the distance that were like pillars reaching the sky.

Xie Qiutao stood behind him, his face full of surprise:

"Is there a house on the mountain?"

Zuo Lingquan nodded, but the building on the distant mountain top cannot actually be described as a house, but a huge palace complex.

The palace is built on the top of the cliff to the north. Gray walls rise from the mountain wall, dozens of feet high. Several beautiful turrets can be seen above, and the internal buildings are connected by suspended corridor bridges. The verandah stretches along the ridgeline to several nearby hills.

The whole building is majestic and majestic. Looking at its outline, you can imagine its glory in its heyday. Unfortunately, it has been sleeping among the mountains for countless years, and now there is no trace of human beings. It is empty and desolate, giving people a sense of The first feeling is like an ancient monument recording the past, rooted alone in this inaccessible snow-capped mountain.

Zuo Lingquan did not expect that there was such a large building complex inside the Xuefeng Mountains. Judging from the specifications, it should be a sect, but there was no sect emblem or name.

Huafang has been hiding his figure, following nearby. After seeing the building on the top of the snow mountain, Shangguan Lingye quietly appeared in front of him, looking up into the distance:

"This should be the sect residence of one of the Seven Immortals in the North. These sects died out three thousand years ago. Unexpectedly, the house has not collapsed yet. Judging from the sect's specifications, the strength back then was probably no less than the current nine sects. "

Xie Qiutao had a sudden thought: "Is that the land of no one? I think this sect is very impressive. How about we renovate it and build our own sect? Well... let's call it Pipa City. How about it?"

This is naturally a joke. The Xuefeng Mountain Range is no longer a spiritual mountain. The spiritual energy is so thin that it is difficult for spiritual grass to breed. Staying here to practice is equivalent to being suffocated for many years. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will be suffocated to death. Otherwise, such a large sect How could there be no monks here to pick up the leaks?

Zuo Lingquan heard Xie Qiutao's words and smiled softly:

"Pipa City doesn't feel domineering enough."

"The four kings are not domineering? It seems that there is no word for eight kings... Bastard City?"

"Huh? I'm afraid that doesn't sound good. Let's just call him Tuantuan Sword Sect..."

Shangguan Lingye listened to the two talking and laughing, and snorted slightly: "What Jianzong? I will be the master of Tiechu Palace from now on, and you will be the wife of the palace master. You still want to go out and start your own family?"

"I'm a man, how can I be a lady?"

Xie Qiutao nodded: "Yes, he should be the son-in-law."? ?

Zuo Lingquan had nothing to say.

After chatting for a few words, Zuo Lingquan disappeared and continued to set off, touching the sect's ruins on the top of the snow mountain to see if there were any clues.

But what they didn't expect was that there were not only clues but also people in the sect that had been sleeping on the snow-capped mountains for countless years.

Zuo Lingquan silently sneaked along the ridge, two hills away from the main peak Wangbei Cliff, when he heard a hollow and deep voice from inside the huge palace:

"Several guests came to Shenhao Sect. Please forgive me for not being able to welcome them from afar."

The sound came from the top of the mountain, and the entire building complex resonated. Coupled with the magnificent scenery of the snow-capped mountains, it gave people an invisible pressure, as if a huge giant was standing above, lowering its head and talking to them.

Hearing the voice, not only Zuo Lingquan but also Shangguan Lingye's face changed slightly. It was not a good thing to be discovered in the dark while walking out. This meant that the other party had a lot of opportunities to strike first.

Zuo Lingquan held the hilt of the sword and carefully observed his surroundings, as did Xie Qiutao and Shangguan Lingye.

But the three of them observed carefully that there was no ambush on the ridge.

Xie Qiutao held Tie Pipa and looked at the two of them, asking with her eyes: "What should I do?"

According to the normal process, the other party has already discovered his whereabouts and started talking. There is no point in hiding it anymore. He has to show up and start talking.

But Zuo Lingquan has been working in the monastery for several years and knows that monks who want to detect enemies outside their field of vision must either rely on spiritual energy fluctuations or divine souls.

After all, Zuo Lingquan was at the second level of Youhuang. He was confident that he had not leaked any aura just now. Lingye was even half a jade step away. It was too outrageous for the other party to discover their whereabouts two hills away.

Zuo Lingquan hesitated for a moment and did not appear to respond immediately. He waited quietly to see what the other party had to say.

As a result, the three of them waited with great vigilance for the next step, but there was no response from the top of the snow-capped mountains. It was not until nearly two quarters of an hour later that a deep voice came:

"Several guests came to Shenhao Sect. Please forgive me for not being able to welcome them from afar."

"..."

The three of them had black streaks all over their heads.

Shangguan Lingye laughed angrily and said coldly:

"I'm just telling you how your whereabouts were discovered. These crooked people are really cunning."

Xie Qiutao shrugged and said: "If you can lure a snake out of its cave here, there must be nothing important on the mountain. If you are not afraid of us checking, you would have alerted the snake in the past. Is it possible to change the place again?"

Shangguan Lingye saw that the other party was trying to delay time, and after running around for a few days, the other party really succeeded in delaying him.

Anyway, there will be a showdown sooner or later, and if his whereabouts are discovered, it will be nothing more than a head-on fight. Shangguan Lingye thought about it for a while, and then took off against the wind:

"So what if I alert the snake? I want to see how big their snake is."

Zuo Lingquan and Shangguan Lingye flew to the sect on the top of the mountain together. They were extremely fast and in the blink of an eye they were already above the high corner tower.

It has been silent for thousands of years on the top of the snow-capped mountains. Even if the main building has not collapsed, if you get closer, you can find that the details of the building have been weathered.

The doors and windows of the original three-story main hall in the center of the sect have long since disappeared, leaving only the wall frame. The sect square in front of the hall is still intact, covered with thick snow.

Zuo Lingquan took a quick look and found several futons and tea tables placed in the middle of the square. A monk dressed as an immortal was sitting cross-legged on the futon, looking like he was waiting for someone.

Several people showed their heads, and the monks in the square naturally noticed them. Before they could act, Shangguan Lingye raised his hands.

boom

There was just a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and thunder as thick as a bowl fell from the sky and landed on the monk's head.

The monk's expression suddenly changed, he reacted very quickly and took out his magic weapon, and flew back to distance himself.

However, the monk's Taoism seemed to be weaker than that of Yunbao Taoist. Before he could even fight back, he was struck by lightning and fell to the ground. Then a pagoda fell from the sky, pressing the monk to the ground, and he couldn't even hold his head. Lift.

Zuo Lingquan almost followed Lei Lei to the center of the square. Before he could take action, he heard the monk shouting:

"Hold your hands! Keep your hands!"

Zuo Lingquan wanted to stay alive, but before the monks could fight back, he flew back to Lingye and said in a deep voice;

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be a ghost here?"

The monk turned pale with fright, and his words were exactly the same as the others:

"Xiaodao just uses money to do things. He has no ill intentions towards the immortal elders. He is so small that he doesn't know anything. If you have any problems, please go to Sect Leader Han. Senior Han!"

the monk shouted.

Shangguan Lingye frowned, raised his hands, and looked at the main building ahead.

In the middle of the three-story palace is a stone staircase that leads to the main hall of the sect on the top floor. There are no doors or windows, and you can see the statue of the founder several feet high inside.

In front of the statue of the Patriarch, there was a man standing. He was originally looking at the statue of the Patriarch, but then he turned around and slowly walked out of the hall.

Zuo Lingquan held the sword and looked carefully. It could be seen that this person was wearing a Chinese robe, but the style was very different from the popular sect attire today. It felt very old-fashioned. His face was about sixty years old, but he was quite energetic.

Shangguan Lingye observed carefully and did not see the details of this person. He was probably not low in cultivation, so he did not take action directly.

Tread

The sound of slight footsteps sounded in the sect that had been silent for thousands of years.

The old man in rich clothes walked out of the sect, with his back to the entire sect that had countless glories in the past, and said loudly:

"Han Ning, the leader of the Shenhao Sect, has met Shangguan Fairy, Zuo Jianxian, and this unknown little girl."

The voice was full of energy, but it had a sense of desolation, like a lonely old man who had lost all his family members and went out to greet guests from afar.

Shangguan Lingye recalled it carefully, and suddenly remembered that she heard the old man from Tiecu Mansion casually mention the name of the 'Shen Hao Sect'; but it was too long ago, and when she saw the Pheasant Sect in Wangshan County, she didn't know it at all. I didn't pay attention, but now I was standing in this ancient ruins, and I realized where this place was.

In the distant ancient times, Shenhao Sect was the No. 1 Immortal Sect in Northern Xinjiang and had great influence. However, it had almost declined before the Battle of Stealing Pills. Shangguan Lingye knew very little about it and could not recall anything. Asked:

“Isn’t the incense of Shenhao Sect long gone?”

Han Ning put his hands behind his back and walked slowly down the ancient stone stairs:

"The descendants have failed to live up to expectations and have humiliated the expectations of the ancestor. When the sect was passed into my hands, I was the only one left. However, the mountain gate is still there, and the people are still there, so the incense has not been extinguished."

Shangguan Lingye was not surprised by the decline of the clan family, but this was the first time she saw such an ancient living fossil. She said calmly:

"That's a pity. The remaining incense will be extinguished in my hands today."

Han Ning walked down the steps and stood at the edge of the square:

"As the leader of a sect, even if he lives an ignoble existence and is reduced to begging for food from a bowl, he cannot let the incense passed down from his ancestors be cut off in his own hands. I came out to meet a few people today just because I wanted to guard the mountain gate one last time. Of course, that's also For the first time, success means reviving the family tradition, but failure means falling leaves return to their roots; as for the inheritance of the incense, it has already been arranged, so Shangguan Fairy doesn't have to worry about it. "

Shangguan Lingye glanced at the main hall behind him: "Although Shenhao Sect is old, it was also a powerful family in the north and the leader of the righteous path. How dare you, a disciple and grandson of evil and heretical practices, stand here to guard the gate?"

Han Ning shook his head slightly: "You and I, who is the right way and who is the evil way, or both, I am also curious, why do you hypocrites who have exterminated their races and exterminated their species dare to call themselves the 'right way'!"?

The three of them were confused.

Zuo Lingquan said: "You mean, by tracing the cause of madness, we are exterminating the race; by secretly planning to drive countless people crazy and killing hundreds of mortals in Yangcheng, are you trying to save the suffering?"

"This is generally true. Those who do great justice do not stick to trivial matters. Nothing in this world is perfect."

Now that Han Ning showed up, he didn't make any moves in the fog and said directly;

"Do you know why the Northern Immortal Family died out collectively and became the barren land it is today?"

Shangguan Lingye learned this in his sect and responded:

"Feng Shui takes turns, and the way of heaven is like this. No matter how good the paradise is, it will one day become a wasteland."

Han Ning shook his head at this: "The truth is this. If it is just that the luck has run out, my God Haozong has no one to blame. I can just wait for the next spiritual energy recovery. But it happened that my God Haozong fell to this point because of human intervention in the way of heaven. And this feng shui can never be reversed.”

"Um?"

"The ancestors in ancient times cut off the path to immortality, causing the imbalance of Yin and Yang; the balance of Yin and Yang is the way of heaven. If you go against heaven, you will be punished by heaven. Since then, the northern part of Kyushu has gradually withered and withered, and our Shen Hao Sect has suffered an unreasonable disaster; if If the order of heaven is not restored, the north and even this world will be reduced to a dead place. If you prevent the Youying aliens who have seen the consequences from restoring the order of heaven, what is it but the annihilation of the race? "

These remarks are supported by actual circumstances and are not nonsense.

But Shangguan Lingye was born in No. 9 Middle School and was very familiar with the common theories of the Youying alien race. She responded:

"The world will not die, only those who practice it will die. Nowadays, the Northern Immortal Family is indeed in a state of decline, but ordinary people are not affected at all. Even if the spiritual energy of Kyushu is completely gone, they will all become ordinary people."

Han Ning snorted softly: "The way of heaven does not distinguish between immortals and mortals, so how can it not be affected? It's just that mortals have short lifespans and reproduce quickly, so it's harder to see."

Zuo Lingquan knew that this thing would not be a conclusion, so he said directly:

"You talk so much about principles, what does it have to do with you harming the people of Northern Xinjiang?"

"It is not my intention to harm the people."

Han Ning raised his left hand, and tortoise shell patterns appeared on his palm: "Northern Xinjiang was once blessed by the black tortoise of the north. This divine power is hidden in the blood. Originally, the beneficiaries were concentrated in a few major surnames, but as they married each other and their descendants spread out, the blood gradually diluted. Now it has been dispersed throughout the entire Northern Xinjiang. Almost everyone has it in their bodies, which is different from ordinary people. There is no difference anymore. "

Shangguan Lingye's eyes were slightly cold: "The Youying alien race wants to seize the power of the gods?"

Han Ning put away his left hand: "The power of blood is too thin, and it is useless for ordinary people. I wanted to take it away unconsciously to restore the order of heaven and earth, but among the several surnames given by the black turtle, there are several direct descendants with strong talents. When the blood is stripped in sleep, they will instinctively resist, but they have no cultivation and it is difficult to break free from the dream, so they fall into a half-asleep and half-awake state of madness.

"The Yangshan Yan family is the direct descendant of Gui Yancheng, one of the Seven Immortals of the North. Their physique is naturally stronger than that of ordinary people, so most people who have been related to the Yan family have appeared in a state of madness. When this matter is over, they can return to normal."

Zuo Lingquan always understood why Xie Qiutao had a nightmare that day, and he asked:

"What method did you use to deprive the power of blood? "

Han Ning did not answer this question truthfully, but said:

"Since you have shown up, you should know soon. I am here to delay you for a while. I have said so much, and it is almost time. "

"......?"

Zuo Lingquan's eyes sank, but he had to listen to these words. Now that he understood the whole story, there was no need to waste words next...