Time is like a long river, going down the trend, moving forward, and cannot be turned back.

Smooth the angular stones into gravel, take away the past, and flow into the distance.

The nameless mountain catastrophe, the blood change of Longhu Mountain, Jiang Xiaobai beheaded himself, the woman in white was born, and all the turmoil will eventually subside.

The mysterious and powerful woman in white is in charge of Longhu Mountain, and in a short period of time, it has become another mystery in the cultivation world.

Cultivating as powerful and beautiful as the fairy of the Moon Palace, no one knows her origins, and she can easily obtain the right to rule Longhu Mountain.

There are many chasing after the wind and shadows on the rivers and lakes, for example, she is the Taoist companion of the late Jiang senior, because she once said that she was to repay Jiang Xiaobai's debts;

There are rumors about her poignant and touching love with the late Jiang senior, and there are also scheming cold-faced fairies who covet Taoism.

Anyway, her origin is like seeing a veil in the fog, and on the rivers and lakes, many cultivators are curious and yearning.

One is the reverence for the strong, and the other is the curiosity of a beautiful woman.

The monks of the Eight Directions wanted to investigate, but Longhu Mountain closed the mountain gate, and the woman in white never appeared in front of the world again.

"It is rumored that this senior appeared in Longhu Mountain that day, dressed in white, stepping on the wind and stepping on the moon, like a fairy descending to earth, it's a pity that I didn't see one. ”

"Yes, it is said that this woman should only be in heaven, so I don't think about tea and dinner for a few days, and I want to see it. ”

"Look at you, you all look like a pig brother when you speak, how can you have the appearance of a cultivator. ”

"I said that you are polite in your words and deeds, this senior fairy is said to be the Taoist companion of the late Jiang senior, I advise you to be respectful in your words. ”

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The topic of the woman in white on the rivers and lakes gradually subsided after a few days of turmoil and no information flowed out.

has become a famous and mysterious figure in the rivers and lakes.

And related to this, there is a legend about Jiang Xiaobai who spreads the rivers and lakes, so there is another strong stroke!

And in this context, the world has also changed.

The nameless mountain in the cultivation world is a catastrophe, and the mysterious forbidden areas of the land of Kyushu have also changed.

The vision was born, the sky appeared, and a more shocking picture appeared.

At this time, the people of the world are no longer immersed in the red dust and are blindfolded, and many people have discovered the abnormality of the world.

No matter how dull the world is, under this increasingly conspicuous change in the world, someone should always awaken.

Under the torrent of the world, every change is an opportunity for the world to clear the clouds and see the bright moon.

Once you've caught it, you're ready to go upstream!

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The second year of the practice calendar, the eleventh day.

The ninth year is cold, and the night is thick.

Zhejiang, Jianglang Mountain, a river meanders through.

Under the night of ink dyeing, the water is silent, the mountains are invisible, such as the painter splashing ink, smearing at will.

A bald eagle is spreading its wings and soaring above the mountains, forests and rivers.

The dark green eyes of the pea overlook the movement of the river from the mountains and forests high in the sky.

It hunts at night, and the dark darkness of the night does not affect it.

The bald eagle hovered in the sky for a while, then landed on an uncle by the river, flapped its wings, folded it, and then scanned all the suspicious movements around it with its sharp eyes.

The mountains and forests in winter are silent, and the river is not wide.

Suddenly, the eagle's sharp dark green eyes stared at the river dozens of meters away.

In the darkness, on the calm surface of the river, a golden halo of light, sometimes the size of a basketball, sometimes the size of an egg, flickered, swimming along the river.

“puleng”

The bald eagle's head moved slowly with the golden light, and after a few breaths, its wings spread vigorously, bending the branches, and suddenly flapping its wings into the air.

Turning into a black shadow about a meter large, it swooped towards the surface of the river dozens of meters away.

A swoop, a hit, a splash.

Didn't bite.

The bald eagle then spread its wings, circled in a circle, and then swooped down into the water with a shimmering golden halo.

After a few attempts, I made a few splashes.

Eventually, the baldhead's sharp beak bit down on a pea-sized golden glow.

It just swallowed it in one gulp.

It seems to be something it feels like it can swallow.

After swallowing the golden glow, the bald eagle flapped its wings and flew into the air, heading to the distant mountains and forests, ready to return to its nest.

Halfway through the flight, the bald eagle suddenly opened its beak and let out a sharp cry.

I saw a cloud of rich golden light emitting from its abdomen, like a star high in the night sky.

Immediately after, a lotus phantom slowly rose on its back. Then wrapped in a golden lotus seed, it fell straight down.

Like a small meteor, a golden line is drawn in the ink-stained night sky.

Seeing this, the bald eagle folded its wings slightly, swooped down, and chased after it quickly.

A golden light and an eagle fell like a meteor, straight down the night sky.

Eventually, the golden light fell on a mountain, and a half-acre square spring disappeared.

And the bald eagle, not catching up, suddenly spread its wings, stopped the momentum of the swoop, swept the water and flew up, circled above the water a few times, and then cried, and flew away.

Under the silent night sky, the spring water was silent.

A few meters below the cement sand of the spring, a golden lotus seed fell straight into it.

Following the flow of water, through streams, rivers, underground water holes, wandering through thousands of mountains and rivers, this golden lotus seed that flowed eastward finally fell in this mountain and this spring.

One of the fish was dissipated by the golden light that had fallen into it, and then curiously attracted it, and shook its head and tail in the water, but found nothing, and then swam about in the spring as if nothing had happened.

As peaceful as before, this spring in the deep mountains seems as if nothing has happened.

In this way, the sun rises in the east, sets in the west, and the days pass day by day.

Winter goes to spring, spring goes to summer solstice, and then autumn arrives.

From the snow and falling leaves, to the spring full of mountains, survive the dry summer of cicadas, and finally the weather is cool and autumnal.

One autumn day, a young man who went up to the mountains to pick fruits, holding a small hoe and carrying a basket, came to the mountains to pick some wild vegetables.

The young man was picking wild vegetables, he was tired, his legs and feet were sore, and he wanted to find a place to rest.

He saw a spring in the mountain forest, and there were bluestones on the side.

So he ran over with joy.

When he arrived at the spring, he knelt down and scooped a few handfuls with his hands and sent them to his mouth.

The entrance is sweet, and the sound of "ah" is refreshing.

Then he sat on the bluestone, his back was still leaning against a stone, and his legs and feet were suddenly relaxed.

The young man saw that in the spring water, there were many lotus leaf tips, and there was a golden one, which was very strange.

He felt strange in his heart, and at this time, a cool breeze blew, and the tired young man's eyelids began to fight, and sleepiness swelled up.

After a few breaths, the boy fell asleep leaning against the bluestone.

The surrounding mountains are green, and the autumn is beautiful.

(Don't worry, it's just that I've been a little depressed recently, I'm adjusting, my Dao heart is being repaired, writing a book is like cultivating the Tao, the more you go up, the more difficult it becomes, persuade yourself to keep your mentality, and thank your friends who support the talented man.) ）