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Qin Xiaochuan was dressed in a white robe, fearless of ice and snow, his left hand was wrapped around a rosary, his right hand was holding a wooden staff, and muscle blocks were looming under his thin clothes. The white wooden staff in his hand www.biquge.info infiltrated by the Dharma, and his spirituality is revealed, becoming more and more smooth and round, and an old copper bell is still tied with a red thread at one end of the branch, but it is easy not to make a sound. Wood has spirituality, bells have spirituality, and everything has spirituality.

He suddenly jumped down from the top of the peak, and his white robe was lifted like a big bird, piercing through the clouds and the wind and snow!

In the next moment, Qin Xiaochuan's figure fell directly to the ground, and the golden light flashed with his footsteps, discharging the ice and snow on all sides, revealing the ancient cave in front of him. In the ancient cave, there is another heaven and earth, which is the practice place of the wandering monk Yilian in the northern region. This is the place where a lotus was born and the exotic demon dove god son discussed the Buddha, and the faint Buddha vein of the Nine Peaks Lotus was formed because of the demon feathering into a Buddha. The center of the entire Buddha vein is the ancient cave that goes deep into the mountain peak in the middle of the mountain. The cave is quiet and dark, there is a pool of spring water that exudes a dense aura, it has been operated by a lotus for many years, and the Buddha veins of the whole mountain peak are connected with the Buddha array in the Buddha array.

In the pond water grows a solitary black lotus.

The demon fetus that faded into a demon fetus after the feathering of the dove god son, I don't know what conditions have not been met, and it has never been transformed. I hope that this condition is best not to be born and died by a lotus, otherwise the Sword Snow Black Lotus will definitely not be able to transform for the rest of its life. Qin Xiaochuan stepped inside, and looked up through the snow light outside the cave, a lotus was crooked on the futon, his long eyebrows drooped down his knees, and he was snoring evenly with his eyes closed. His master has aged very quickly, and he is becoming more and more like a real compassionate old monk, but his spirit is still acceptable, and he leaves the Northern Regions from time to time to travel far away, and comes back to continue to supplement the manuscript.

Although he was asleep, he still held a pen in his right hand, and a codex fell next to the futon, and the latest page was written with what he had seen on his previous trip. This is probably the famous "Lan Ruojing", which has never been completed, and there is still a sequel.

Qin Xiaochuan thought about it, walked to the side of the pond, gently picked up a handful of water with his hand, and poured it on top of the black lotus. Black Lotus shook her head to show closeness, and the sound of dripping water woke up the sleeping Buddha.

"You're done?"

Yilian sat up straight and yawned.

"I want to leave. Qin Xiaochuan nodded slightly and handed back the two books, but did not explain the reason. After decades of getting along, he and Yilian have long had a tacit understanding, and he also knows that this Buddha, who is actually reckless and casual, believes very seriously that everything has a fate.

Sure enough, the representative of knowing the destiny of heaven, Yilian Tuosheng, just glanced up at him and bowed slightly: "Go!"

Leave the Northern Regions and gallop south.

Qin Xiaochuan traveled day and night, only stopping to rest a little when the inner yuan was not continuous.

After reforming the Dharma, he felt that most of the exercises in Buddhism focused on the mind, and they were unique in restoring the body. With Qin Xiaochuan's close to natural physique, he often only needs to sit down on the earth and run the Buddhist Sect Mental Method, and he can feel a steady stream of spiritual energy pouring in from the earth's veins, as long as it is not over-depleted, it is like a perpetual motion machine.

After a few days and nights like this, Qin Xiaochuan crossed a wave of robbers with a wooden cane on the road, crossed the Central Plains, and finally stepped into the border of Southern Wulin. Above the business road, under the shade of the trees, there is a white-clothed cook pushing a cart and selling weakly: "Vegetable soup, fresh and delicious vegetable soup~"

A strange fragrance was sent down the wind.

The car stood in front of Qin Xiaochuan. Qin Xiaochuan took a wooden cane, put one hand together, and was ten percent compassionate: "Donor, I smelled the smell of the same kind in your pot." ”

"Hurry up, let's go, Lao Tzu, this is vegetable soup. You monk, you don't want to drink wheat and make trouble!" "The magician who pushed the cart was actually one of the masters listed in the booklet that Wen Xizai left to Qin Xiaochuan. The magician picked up a handful of water spinach from under the cart and threw it towards Qin Xiaochuan, snorting angrily and walking away. Qin Xiaochuan pinched his palm, and there was an extra note in his palm.

The note indicated the direction he should take next. Turn to the east, and after a few days and nights, cross a large river and enter a place called Qianzhuwu.

It was early in the morning, the mist was shrouded in the bamboo forest, and a stone path led to the bamboo house in the middle, with a fence half-covered courtyard and a small bamboo curtain half-covered.

"The blue clouds are rising and twilight, and the new question of the colored pen is broken. How much sorrow is there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculent, and the plum is yellow and rainy. ”

A person in the bamboo house chanted loudly, like a grudge, like a ruthless. The voice seems to be evil and not evil, men and women are indistinguishable, making people smell it like standing in the cold mist, and they don't know where they are for a while.

At this time, Qin Xiaochuan was already standing in front of the courtyard. I don't know where a rain cloud came from, and suddenly a light rain began to fall.

How do you answer a verse?

Qin Xiaochuan was silent for a moment, and simply took a step forward: "Ah, Mi, Buddha, Buddha!"

There was silence in the bamboo house, followed by another cough. The cough was a little weak, as if it was still smiling.

A light sigh: "The clouds in the gorge are about to turn into a glow, and the rolling water is shallow and the sand is shallow." He also made cold food to the barbarians, and forcibly held the wine to the pear blossoms. As a nest swallow every year, the heart of the wandering monk is everywhere. The voice of the doctor who lived in Qianzhuwu was incomprehensible again, and someone was getting up.

This poem is related to monks. Qin Xiaochuan continued familiarly: "Amitabha." "Take the opportunity to take another step forward. The drizzle wet his shoulders, but he didn't care at all, and he didn't have the luck to stop the rain.

The door of the house was opened from the inside, and first a pair of plain hands slowly opened the purple and red paper umbrella, and then a bright color suddenly appeared in the smoke and rain surrounded by green bamboo.

The medical evil heaven is not lonely, the owner of Qianzhuwu, the residence is located at the junction of the southeast, and it is also outside the Tianhuang Mountain Range, another goal of Qin Xiaochuan's trip.

Since decades ago, Qin Xiaochuan planned to manage the Northern Regions Hanhai well, and he did not completely let go of all matters in the Southern Martial Arts, but according to the booklet provided by Wen Xizai, he searched for several masters, and asked these seniors to help pay attention to the movements of the Heavenly Desolate Mountain Range and the location of the Thousand Bamboo Dock.

Dozens of days ago, a flying book came from the south and was sent to Jiufeng Lianshu, representing a change in the direction of the Tianhuang Mountain Range. More than ten years ago, a city appeared on the peak of Tianhuang Mountain overnight, facing Wulin, and was called "Tianhuang Immortal City". The Immortal City first appeared in the martial arts, the city gate opened, and a master was sent out to control the entire Heavenly Desolate Mountain Range in the name of protection, but unexpectedly touched the interests of the Heavenly Desolate Mountain Range, which had already been established in the west of the Heavenly Desolate Mountain.

In recent days, the friction between the Immortal City and the Hall of Eternal Life has become more intense, and it is faintly rumored that these two places retain the secret of immortality and immortality to each other. After hearing the news, Qin Xiaochuan felt that it was time for him to leave.

He had speculated that the establishment of the Immortal City originated from the Six Calamities Canglong who made a mistake in practicing in the Heavenly Desolate Mountain. The time when the Six Calamities Canglong was forced to separate the incarnation of the Immortal City Lord and recognized the Dragon was about a hundred years. During this period, the Immortal City and the Hall of Eternal Life clashed many times, and later the Hall of Eternal Life was accidentally struck by lightning and sealed, and the war came to an end. The time when the Hall of Eternal Life was sealed was probably about a hundred years.

At this time, it should not be far from the time when the Hall of Eternal Life was sealed. It was also the time when Qin Xiaochuan decided to do it. The day of harvest has arrived. He has always drawn attention to the establishment of the Desolate Immortal City, and has been closely watching the movements between the two cities, in order to not just watch the excitement. Below the Heavenly Desolate Mountain Range, there was something that Qin Xiaochuan had to think of. In the Hall of Immortality, there is the vitality that he is planning for his friend!

At the top of the Heavenly Desolate Mountains, a huge stone city was entrenched on the hillside, hidden in the clouds, looming like the head of a giant dragon.

It was probably two or three days after Qin Xiaochuan left Qianzhuwu. A letter was presented to the Immortal City Lord Zhi Nenglong, and the letter probably mainly said two things, the grudge with the Hell Humanoid Master, and the origin of Zhi Nenglong himself. The person who delivered the letter identified himself and excused himself from the castle lord.

After that, a copper bell appeared at the gate of the Immortal City with a letter of life and death dueling, aiming directly at one of the four principals under the Lord of the Immortal City, Dazai Hell Humanoid!

Three days later, the first letter was pressed by Zhi Nenglong. The Dazai Humanoid Master, who had been monitoring the movements of the Immortal Hall outside, returned, and on the evening of the fourth day, he made an appointment at the cliff of ten miles outside the Immortal City.

It was dusk, the wind was miserable, and the sun was setting.

The long-lost Hell Humanoid held a blue rose, his face hidden behind the jade mask, and stepped through the mist to the cliff with only stones and sand. On the other side of the cliff, you can overlook the old city under the sunset. At this time, there was a man in blue standing on the edge of the cliff, with an iron sword hanging from his waist, and a copper bell in his hand.

"It's you. The humanoid man stopped, and behind the mask was an indescribable dark pupil: "Do you want to die?"

Qin Xiaochuan turned around, dressed in a swordsman's suit, and the Buddha beads were tied to his wrists and hidden in his sleeves. He looked at the long-lost humanoid master, and recalled the things when he first came to the Suffering Realm: "I am here for the life of the golden sword Lao Liang!" The iron sword at his waist shook out of its sheath, and the plan began.