In the Gu Yu Pavilion, Jing Yunguang stood tall, put away the unknown books in his hand, looked into the distance by the railing, and quietly looked at the empty Chongming Mountain Road below.

The tower was dripping with smoke and rain, and a crescent moon hanging in the center of the sky stubbornly refused to hide in the clouds, exuding a cold silver light as always.

Blow out the reading lamp, and the whole body is the moon.

Ever since Han Shisha left Qingxuan, he has often come here, not for anything else, but to sit.

"At that time, the bright moon was there, and I returned to the clouds. Jing Yunguang murmured softly, "It's raining again." ”

The glimpse of childhood is still vivid, and the so-called glance of ten thousand years is probably how he feels.

In Qingxuan, his news is more well-informed than Han Shisha, and he naturally knows where she is going.

What's more, the images of the battle in Tianfeng Wencheng have already been transmitted back to Qingxuan.

No matter how hard she tried, she still chose to return to Jiang Ning's side after all.

Jing Yunguang was surprised to find that he was not as angry as he imagined.

There is no reason for a person to identify another person in his heart.

Just like under the Taoist sect, there are also many female disciples who like themselves, and it is their business that they like it, so how can they ever pay attention to the feelings of those female disciples?

Therefore, he didn't resent Han Shisha at all, and he was no longer as jealous and resentful as before that he wanted to get rid of Jiang Ning.

Grandfather Jing Yuanshan called him above the Shouyang Peak Hall after Dabi came back.

The old man didn't say anything big, but just waved his hand and opened a hundred Xuanguang mirrors on the main hall at one time, telling him to take a look.

There are mortals, cultivators, small people in the fields, small merchants and hawkers, landlords, dignitaries, and knights, as well as cottage bandits, river and foreign thieves, and even monks who pay attention to the rules and precepts.

If you are a human being, you will have seven emotions and six desires, and if you are a human being, you will be tempted by another person at a certain time that you can't predict.

It's just that among these 100 people, only two or three can join hands with their beloved.

There are some people who even know the end after reading the beginning, but those people are still like moths hitting up like flames, until they can't do anything, until they are covered in scales.

Some people accept the facts, choose to settle, and live a dull life.

Some people also accept the fact that they are not liked by their beloved, and they also choose to settle, but they are resentful and depressed.

There are even people who make the same choice and can live happily.

As for the other people who are unwilling to accept their fate, whether they succeed or not, the ** of ten is a tragedy.

They all say that my life is up to me, not to God.

But other people's lives are naturally only up to others.

If you can't force the hearts of the people, you can only choose to compromise after all.

If you are not satisfied, you can talk to the same person.

In terms of love, throughout the ages, it has been rare and smooth, as strong as Mu Tianzun, the first in the Eight Domains, as lonely as he is old, how can he Jing Yunguang be alone?

"It's just, Jiang Ning. Jing Yunguang said to himself, "You."

Between me, there is still a battle after all. ”

My Jing Yunguang's love, even if it will fail in the end, should have a gorgeous curtain call!

Jing Yunguang flipped his hand, and an old and quaint wooden token appeared in his palm.

This token is nothing else, it is the Xuandu Order that leads to the Xuandu Palace!

Speaking of this Xuandu Order, Jiang Ning actually got one from Ziyi, which was exchanged for Lu Youli's Dapeng Soul.

It's just that the access condition of this Xuandu Hall is the star pole, in the turbulence, his cultivation was forced to be promoted to the legal domain, coupled with Han Shisha's subsequent advancement, the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, but it made him have no place for courage for a while, so he had to think about giving this thing to Lin Feng by the way when he came to Qingxuan, as for the other friends, Hu Yanfeng, Li Fuyao, Nangong Jing, they are all powerful, this Xuandu Ling, the elders of their respective families are afraid that they have already been prepared.

As for Jing Yunguang, when he was in Dabi, he had already exposed the super high cultivation of the second layer of the law domain, and at this time, he took the Xuandu Order in his hand, if anyone saw it, he would be extremely surprised.

Since his cultivation had already surpassed the Law Realm before Dabi, what did he deliberately keep this thing for?

A smile appeared on Jing Yunguang's face, his left fist was slowly clenched, and a strange sealing power acted on his body, his momentum decreased layer by layer, and soon fell back to the peak of the star.

It stands to reason that such a cheating behavior of sealing cultivation cannot pass the inspection of the Xuandu Hall at all.

After all, the master of the Xuandu Hall is the Dao and Realm Venerable Xuandu Immortal, Li Taibai, who is at the peak of the Divine Elephant, and his Moyun Sword Pool can still comprehensively strangle those who hide and cultivate and want to fish in troubled waters, and there is no reason why the Xuandu Hall of the Dao and Realm Venerable can't do it.

However, as the token in the palm of his hand lit up, Jing Yunguang's body turned into a streamer, and he really disappeared in the void, and he didn't know where to go.

Jumangdian.

The wooden loat was sitting cross-legged on the futon.

At this time, he opened his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

"Just walked one, and came back two, looking at the posture, those two little guys still have to stay at the bottom of the wind cliff for the night, but they don't need to take a look. ”

If Jing Yunguang saw Jiang Ning, he wouldn't have to fight.

When these two people fight, he will only applaud for fear that the world will not mess around, but at the moment, the whereabouts of that kid still can't be exposed.

"Hehe!" Mu Qi smiled evilly: "There is another reason to go to Qingyang Peak to eat!"

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Listen to the wind cliff as high as 10,000 feet.

Below the thousand zhang is uninhabited, above the thousand zhang is the place where those named disciples and miscellaneous servants live, three thousand zhang is the outer gate, five thousand zhang is the inner gate, and further up, it is the place where the core disciples and the elders of each peak live.

The mountain is not dangerous, but it is still very high and long, and ordinary pilgrims give them the opportunity to go up the mountain, and they will give up halfway, because it is too high.

There is Qingxuan's own spiritual field and fruit forest on the mountain, and there will be a special spiritual planter to take care of it every day, but the wolf has more meat and less meat, more mouth and less food, and Pu

Tong's miscellaneous servants, registered and outer disciples, there is no way to eat the Spirit Valley and the Spirit Fruit, even if it is the inner disciples, the monthly quota is extremely limited.

It is precisely because of this Qingxuan that picking up grain and fruits to sell on the mountain has become an extremely popular business.

The burden is the King Kong flat dan made by the iron smelting room of Qingxuan Outer Gate, and even the basket is also the best mountaineering basket, the internal space is very large, and it can carry a lot, the smallest one also carries 300 catties, and the two baskets add up to 600 catties. Otherwise, it will take a lot of time to go up and down, and if there are fewer things, the profits will be insufficient.

Carrying a weight of 600 catties, walking at least 1,000 zhang, often a high mountain of 3,000 zhang, even for a blood coagulation master, is also a very difficult thing.

Therefore, these porters under the mountain are all some casting, blood condensation realm body cultivation.

Compared with the qi refining masters who have a variety of means to make a living, they have nothing else to do, that is, they have the strength of two arms, most of them are from poor backgrounds, and there are no strong winds and waves at the foot of Qingxuan Mountain, and they don't want anything else, just a stable life.

Today, a new porter has arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Hey! Su Cheng is a hunter in the hillock at the foot of this mountain, and others come here to sell some grains, fruits and vegetables, but he is one of the few people who sells meat at the foot of this mountain.

Cultivators naturally drink wine and eat meat, but on weekdays, it is still light, so although there are many disciples of Qingxuan, there are not many who eat meat.

If only sporadic people came to buy it, the business would not be very good, but unlike the hunters who came only once every ten and a half months, every three days he would come to the foot of the mountain on time, and bargain with the hard-working porters to send them to the mountain.

His meat went to no other place, it was Tong Zhi's Qingyang Peak.

This huge Qingxuan, if you want to say which immortal real person eats the most meat, it is naturally Tong Zhi Tong Daxian, who is rumored to love cooking.

And Su Cheng's family, starting from his grandfather's generation, has been the meat household dedicated to Tong Daxian.

This is also the thing he is most proud of in his life, and he has been bragging about it with others for a long time.

"Me?" A bald young man with a well-proportioned figure and ordinary appearance turned his head, looked at Su Cheng, and confirmed.

"It's not you!" Su Cheng's face was full of smiles.

The different dealers under Qingxuan's feet generally have a porter who has cooperated with him for a long time, they ship, the porter contributes, and the silver obtained is divided into each other, and it has become a customary rule for generations to come.

It's just that last night, the person who cooperated with him in the past cultivated shit luck and picked up half of the seventy-year-old blood ginseng for him.

Su Cheng was still thinking that he was afraid that he would have to wait until someone else's porter came back from his work today before he could find someone to help him transport the goods, and if he found someone else, he would have to pay some more money, and his heart was dripping blood. But I happened to see that a bald boy who thought he was a disciple of the inner door ran to the mountain picking workshop set up by Qingxuan not far away, and took a pair of King Kong Bian out.

Orion is a happy one, newcomer porters are generally not easy to find work, and their own prices may be lower.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "One Inch of Mountains and Rivers" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~