The follow-up treatment of the Kunlun Mountain earthquake was very powerful, and the mountains and mountains quickly settled down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Baicao Hall is one of the halls with the greatest losses in the Kunlun Sect, among which the Liuxiangpu Medicine Garden, which is planted with many precious spiritual herbs and spiritual materials in the open air, accounts for the majority, in the face of such a natural disaster, those delicate and precious spiritual grasses are extremely fragile, and they can't withstand the destruction of that force at all.

The specific number of losses must be very large, but how many, Lu Chen, who is a miscellaneous disciple, is not qualified to know, but just looking at the tense faces of those high-level real people in the Baicao Hall who have come and gone in the Liuxiang Garden in the past few days, as if they are written with the stinky faces of the living, you can probably know a thing or two.

It is because these days that all the foundation building and qi refining disciples of the Baicao Hall are silent, and they follow the rules one by one, for fear of hitting the moldy heads of those real people, but the miscellaneous disciples below are a little easier than usual, firstly, the medicine garden was destroyed, and many people have nothing to do for the time being, and secondly, the small leaders and disciples who are supervised on weekdays are now called to lecture and ask, and they don't care about them.

Lu Chen felt that this day was very good.

I got up early in the morning and went out with Ah Tu, and then the dog played by himself and disappeared for a day, and he came to the Liuxiangpu "Grass Garden" to take a roll call, and the rest was almost idle.

In the Kunlun faction, which has always oppressed and exploited miscellaneous disciples, there are not many such leisurely days.

Lu Chen was in a good mood, so he walked around and wandered around, anyway, there were no little bosses to take care of him at this time, and he was very free. He walked and walked, greeting people and gossiping all the way, until when he walked past He Changsheng's spiritual field, he saw He Changsheng seemed to be sitting in the spiritual field with his head down.

Lu Chen went over to say hello, and then asked, "What's wrong with you, listless?"

He Changsheng sighed and said, "The 'Lycoris' I planted is gone. ”

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, he knew a little about "Lycoris", this kind of spiritual grass was a second-grade grade, and it could be used as the refining of several kinds of spiritual pills, which was not small. However, its biggest feature is that this kind of spiritual grass is very gorgeous when it blooms, it is said that it also grows overseas, and it also has a name that sounds particularly powerful and majestic, but it is a little awkward, I don't remember what it is called Lu Chen, but on the side of Shenzhou Haotu, the cultivation realm of Middle Earth is so simple, and it has taken an unusually down-to-earth name.

In short, these are all foreign words, Lu Chen patted He Changsheng's shoulder with a smile, and said, "I thought something was wrong, this time it was a natural disaster, and I can't blame you, don't worry, just rest for a few days." When we turn back, new spiritual plants will naturally be rearranged on the Baicao Hall, and we will cultivate them with our hearts. ”

He Changsheng smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "That's not the case, I have planted this lycoris very well before, and it can be harvested right now, and I must be able to get a lot of rewards, but now it's all in the soup." ”

He let out a long sigh, with a gloomy expression on his face, and said, "I just want to work hard and revive the family's reputation bit by bit, why is it so difficult, even God is against me?"

Lu Chen was also speechless for a while, looking at He Changsheng looking depressed and painful in the tip of the horns, and finally he could only pat him on the shoulder again, casually comforted him, and left.

After he walked a long way, he accidentally glanced back, and saw from a distance that the ordinary figure was still sitting in the spiritual field with his head down, as if there was an invisible burden on his shoulders, which made He Changsheng always have a feeling that he couldn't straighten his waist.

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The days are still going on day by day, and although the natural disasters are terrible, the power of people is equally tenacious and powerful. The rules and life were rapidly restored, and the Baicao Hall quickly sent people to clean up the destroyed and damaged spiritual fields everywhere, and new spiritual plant seeds or plants were redistributed, and the leisurely days of the miscellaneous disciples were over.

Occasionally looking at the distant mountains, towering Kunlun, the depths of the mountain range, the place where the clouds and mist linger all the year round, and occasionally see the four strange peaks hanging in the sky when the weather is fine, is the greatest yearning and dream of all the people who work hard in this mountain.

It must be a wonderland.

It must be the best place in the world.

At dawn, the clouds and mist are evaporating and the fairy aura surrounds, and when it is dark, the fog still does not disperse, and the place called the sky dome and clouds seems to be so mysterious and beautiful forever.

After the hour, it was curfew time in the Kunlun Mountains, and no one was still walking outside the house, except for the ranks of guards who occasionally walked through the various mountain paths to guard the night disciples. However, even if they were guarding disciples, they would not get close to the fog in the deepest part of Kunlun Mountain, which was the most disciplined forbidden place in the entire Kunlun Sect.

If it is said that the four strange peaks on the Heavenly Dome Cloud Room, except for the two Avatar True Monarchs who occupy two places, the other two suspended Qi Peaks can also allow the Yuan Infant True Person to set foot in cultivation, then the place below the Sky Dome Cloud Room, the ground where the fog is thick all year round, is something that even the Yuan Ying True Person cannot set foot on.

This rule, ordinary people don't know, high-level monks understand it and don't say it, so it has existed silently in the Kunlun sect for thousands of years.

Late at night that day, the moon and stars were sparse, and a full moon hung in the night sky, sprinkling the innocent moonlight in the majestic undulating Kunlun Mountains, illuminating those tall mountains, but still could not shine into the dense mist.

The four strange peaks of spring, summer, autumn and winter are suspended above the fog, separated by thousands of feet from each other, forming a rare scene in the world.

Under the moonlight, the mist slowly rises and falls, like a mysterious and calm sea, and no one knows what secrets are hidden under the deep sea.

A figure suddenly swept through the sky, like a lonely fly, and went straight down the mist with ease, and when he flew to the edge of the mist, his body suddenly froze, and stopped in the air.

Under the moonlight, the wind was fierce in the sky, blowing his clothes and hunting and flying, and it also illuminated his unusually burly and fat body, as well as the shiny bald head that seemed to reflect the bright moonlight.

Tianlan Zhenjun looked up at the beautiful and bright moonlight, his eyes were deep and calm, so that people couldn't see any emotion in his eyes, and then his gaze turned slightly, but he looked at one of the four majestic shadows in the sky.

It was the winter peak of a snowy, icy world.

His gaze seemed to penetrate all the darkness of the world, through the layers of obstacles, to see the top of the winter peak in the distant heights, the top of the mountain surrounded by countless violent storms and snow, and at one point, the depths of his eyes seemed to reflect the distant wind and snow, wild and agitated, killing cold.

A moment later, his massive body suddenly sank into the depths of the mist.

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As soon as he entered the thick fog, a chill suddenly surged around him, as if it could freeze the blood of ordinary people in an instant. But Tianlan Zhenjun seemed to turn a blind eye to this, and his whole body was still falling downward.

Immediately afterwards, thunder suddenly sounded in the mist, and several strange lightning rays suddenly lit up, coming from all directions, but every time they approached Tianlan Zhenjun's side, a strange distortion suddenly occurred, painfully turning into various hideous shapes in mid-air, and then disappeared into the fog silently.

Immediately there was a prohibition, roaring loudly, like a demon like a ghost, like a tide, countless green qi gushed out of the mist, as if it was a yin spirit that wanted to choose people to devour, and in the end, there was even a demon like a substance to pounce fiercely.

But all this seemed to have no effect on Tianlan Zhenjun, he didn't even look at it directly, he just fell in silence with an expressionless face, nothing could stop him.

All obstacles were gone, leaving only a roar of unwillingness to roar behind him, and soon melt into the deep sea-like mist.

The fog is deep, and I don't know when it will end, but in front of Zhenjun, everything is like a phantom.

After about half a cup of tea, the fog in front of Tianlan Zhenjun's eyes suddenly dispersed a few points, and a field appeared underground, but in a deep valley, there was a round black disc inlaid on the ground.

The black disc is like iron and not iron, not stone and not jade, and I don't know what material it is, but the black disc is engraved with all kinds of strange runes, complex and distorted, but there is a faint atmosphere of ancient desolation, as if it is an extremely ancient thing.

On the black disc, in the depths of this mist, there was a figure sitting there alone and quietly.

Tianlan Zhenjun slowly fell, just opposite that person.

The world under this fog is unusually quiet, as if it is isolated from the world, and no sound from the outside world can be heard. Here, there didn't seem to be even the usual mountain wind, and not far beyond the black disc was a gray mist as dense as substance.

Tianlan Zhenjun's sleeve robe flickered, and he slowly sat down, then raised his head and looked at the person opposite.

In the faint light, in this lonely world, the person opposite him looked unusually old and withered, his body and face seemed to have long lost all the luster of life, the wrinkles were deep, the skin was dry, and even the sound of breathing sounded a little difficult.

It was a very old, very old little old man.

His size seemed to be less than half the size of Tianlan Zhenjun's fat body, and he looked as if he had reached the end of his life, and he was about to run out of oil, like the last fallen leaf in the cold winter wind and snow.

Tianlan Zhenjun looked at the withered old man quietly, did not speak, and the light in his eyes flickered, as if he had some complicated emotions.

And the withered old man, who had been closing his eyes and meditating as if he had been in a state of meditation, seemed to wake up from his slumber at this time, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at Tianlan.

That gaze was as bright as the moonlight above the sky, as if all his spiritual power and spirit were condensed into these eyes, and that glance seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and see through everything in this world!

Tianlan Zhenjun bowed slightly, and said calmly:

"Senior brother, long time no see. (To be continued.) )