It is said that Jiang Feng created martial arts and made merits from heaven.

With the help of the system, he retreated and cultivated, and after a hundred years, he successfully cut out his own corpse.

And the monkey and the others were also taken by him to practice in the desolate plane.

"Senior brother, I want to go back to Huaguo Mountain!" On this day, outside the magnificent hall of Buzhou Mountain, the monkey walked into the cave where Jiang Feng was retreating, and said to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng nodded, with his strength, he was already completely unafraid of fighting against the Jade Emperor and others in the Journey to the West plane, while Monkey Hua Qiangu and the others had now broken through to the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

In the end, Jiang Feng took the monkey back to Huaguo Mountain in the Journey to the West plane.

Huaguo Mountain, as early as when the monkeys and Jiang Feng left this world, the tens of thousands of monkeys inside had been taken away by Jiang Feng and the monkeys.

The monkey wants to go back to Huaguo Mountain to see, completely because he misses Huaguo Mountain.

However, when he returned to Huaguo Mountain, the monkey was furious, and looking at the ruined Huaguo Mountain in front of him, the monkey's eyes were full of anger.

"Jade Emperor, if you come, you deceive people too much!" learned that a hundred years ago, if he learned that Sun Wukong disappeared inexplicably, he slapped Huaguo Mountain with a palm in anger, and the Jade Emperor took action, and suppressed Huaguo Mountain in the name of Sun Wukong and others conspiring to rescue the Seven Fairies, and the monkey almost blew up his lungs.

Compared to the monkey's anger in Huaguo Mountain, at this moment, Jiang Feng appeared in Huashan.

I traveled through the ancient mountains, rivers and seas, and felt the mystery of the avenue and the truth of life.

When the white light enveloped Jiang Feng again, Jiang Feng's figure gradually became a little illusory, until finally, he completely disappeared into the desolate plane.

Host: Jiang Feng

Gender: Male

Age: 120/60000

Cultivation: Quasi-saint corpse realm

Skills: Open the Heavens, Burning Sky Flame, Proud Dragon Six Styles.

Items: Hanlong Painting Halberd, History Book of the Years, Heshi Wall, Netherworld Mountain, Wanhua Holy Halberd.

Bloodline: Dragon Turtle Bloodline, Qilin Bloodline, Phoenix Bloodline, Green Dragon Bloodline, Ancestral Dragon Bloodline.

Constitution: Chaos Body

The white light dissipated, and when Jiang Feng's figure reappeared, it was on the top of a misty mountain.

The divine sense glanced around, and soon Jiang Feng shook his head and smiled slightly, this is not another place, but Huashan where the Three Holy Mothers are located.

Thinking that he had actually exposed himself in front of the Three Holy Virgins last time, Jiang Feng had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, however, his eyes lit up, this time his appearance, the Three Holy Virgins couldn't be surprised, right?

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng suddenly thought about it, his body changed, and in the blink of an eye, he became a swordsman with a three-foot Qingfeng long sword on his back.

Even if he became a white-clothed swordsman, Jiang Feng still looked so handsome and charming, a domineering aura emanated from him, and the fierce sword intent made people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts!

At this time, people come and go on the mountain, but today it is rainy, than usual, the pilgrims are relatively less, although it is a rainy day, but because of the miracle of the three virgins, so there are still a lot of believers who come to Huashan to worship the three virgins, all of them are holding oil paper umbrellas, but forming a special landscape!

The appearance of Jiang Feng did not attract the attention of tourists.

After looking around, Jiang Feng lowered his head and chose a stone step, his body swayed, like a spirit monkey, one step changed into two steps.

In the blink of an eye, they followed the line of tourists.

The people who came and went suddenly felt a little surprised when they saw Jiang Feng, who was carrying a long sword and wearing a black cloak.

However, perhaps because of their innate fear of some people in the rivers and lakes, they still involuntarily gave way to both sides of the mountain road, wanting to avoid Jiang Feng.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Feng didn't pay attention to these ordinary people, and walked through the crowd very naturally, braving the drizzle, and walked step by step towards the stone stairs at the top of the mountain.

After walking for less than half an hour, I saw a small pavilion in front of me, which was being built in the middle of the mountain, and looked around from the small pavilion.

The surrounding peaks and peaks are stacked, and there is a kind of "I don't know the true face of Lushan, just because I am in this mountain." And a kind of standing in a small pavilion, overlooking the surrounding scenery, producing the kind of "want to be poor, go to the next level!" The sense of heroism.

Huashan, really beautiful!

The pines and cypresses are dense and shady along the way, and from time to time you can see other peaks at the end of the sea of clouds between the clouds and mist, which is so majestic!

In short, the beauty is extreme!

Jiang Feng stopped, the reason why he stopped was because there was a lot of people in front of him, to be precise, a group of scholars in gray Confucian robes gathered in front of the mountain pavilion and talked about something.

And some of the people who went up the mountain were attracted by them, so they stopped to watch the excitement.

There is no shortage of people in any era, and it was the same in ancient times.

"Recently, I heard Brother Liu have a strange dream at night, there is a white-haired old man and Brother Liu in the dream to give advice, after that, Brother Liu can be described as quick-witted, poetry is like a spring, why not Brother Liu write a poem today, and we appreciate it?" In the mountain pavilion, a gray Confucian robe, a student from a certain academy lifted the corner of his clothes, held a folding fan in his hand, and smiled at another young man in a gray Confucian robe in the pavilion who looked a little handsome.

The student known as Brother Liu smiled slightly, flattered and modest, and said: "The power of poetry and singing is shallow, how dare you be ugly!" ”

The disciple who spoke spoke again: "Brother Liu, don't be modest, let's compose poems quickly, and enjoy it with us!" ”

All the students coaxed, that Brother Liu pretended to be reserved and excused himself, seeing that it was really not good to excuse himself, he pretended to be very embarrassed on his face, reluctantly took the brush, dipped it in ink, and surrounded by all the students, he came to the stone table in the pavilion and began to write with ink.

While writing, someone read it out:

Half cloudy and half sunny,

The grass and flowers are singing at will.

When the poem was written here, there was a slight pause, and when all the students saw this, they applauded one after another, and the applause was very loud.

They applauded very hard, as if Brother Liu had written a poem that shook the earth and wept ghosts and gods.

repeatedly praised Brother Liu for writing a good poem.

And after enjoying the praise of the students, Brother Liu looked at the onlookers, and those people all applauded with the crowd, and the applause was very loud.

Obviously, in their eyes, the student surnamed Liu at this time is a literate talent, a talent, in their eyes, is a respectable existence.

Nodding at the onlookers with a smile, under the praise of the students, Brother Liu was a little fluttery, and continued to write the last line of the poem:

Singing low is not far away,

The eyes are full of worries, but the pen is smart.

Everyone was stunned, but they quickly reacted, and the cheers continued to sound.

"Brother Liu, I can't wait!"

"Where, where!"

Seeing the praise of the students, Brother Liu suddenly smiled and said a few words modestly, but he raised his head slightly and looked at the sky in the distance with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the misty beauty, I looked like I was attracted by the beauty for a while.

This scene is nothing more than a projection of humanity touted by an ancient man in this era.

Carrying the long sword on his back, Jiang Feng walked through it, and when he heard the other party's poetry, Jiang Feng couldn't help but shake his head.

There was a large crowd of onlookers, and naturally no one noticed him shaking his head.

To be precise, even if someone saw him shaking his head, they didn't bother to care so much.

There are a lot of people who are arrogant and looking for trouble, but it doesn't mean that there will be some bloody plots every time.

Jiang Feng's figure was erratic, and in the blink of an eye, his tracks were blurred in the misty mountain road.

After walking for about an hour, I finally reached the top of the mountain.

A simple and majestic temple hall also appeared in Ye Xuan's field of vision.

There are many believers kneeling outside, and many believers kneeling inside the temple.

However, when Jiang Feng walked into the temple, he was surprised to find a problem, that is, there was a man in a gray master's robe holding a brush in the temple.

The man looked around for a while, and finally seemed to find that the temple was not in the temple, so he hurried to the pillar in front of the temple, waved his pen and began to write:

The Lotus Lantern is very amiable.

However, just when Liu Yanchang wanted to wave his pen and continue writing, a cold snort sounded: "Where did the wild scholar come from, he really knows no shame, in the temple, how can you be allowed to blaspheme the Three Holy Mother?" It's really presumptuous, the world is going down, the world is going down! ”

The man was none other than Agarwood's father, Liu Yanchang, a pig breeding man who had a wife but wanted to eat other flowers.

That Liu Yanchang was a little weak in his heart, and when he was drunk on the spot, he couldn't help but be so frightened that his hands shook, and the brush fell directly to the ground, a little stupid in place, looking outside the temple, looking a little nervous.

And those believers heard that someone was writing poems in the temple to blaspheme the Three Virgins, and at this time they also came back to their senses, looked up at Liu Yanchang, who was hiding in the corner and inscribed poems, and accused: "It's really the wind of the world, the wind of the world is going down, you dare to blaspheme the Three Virgins, it's really not the son of man!" ”

"Damnation will be upon this man!"

"Yo! Isn't this Liu Yanchang, the son of Liujia Village? Does your wife know that you came to the Three Holy Temples today to write poems about the Three Holy Mother? If your wife knows that you are blasphemous, how can you explain it? ”

Finally, a middle-aged strong man recognized Liu Yanchang, Liu Yanchang suddenly felt embarrassed, and he was ashamed and fled.

He didn't have time to see who the person who broke his dirty mind was, so he hurriedly rushed to the main hall and passed by Jiang Feng who came in.

Jiang Feng was a little surprised, he never thought that Liu Yanchang would hide his face and run away in the end, and he was scolded by those believers to a bloody head, but he really didn't expect this.

However, Jiang Feng didn't care much about this, Liu Yanchang had a family as a master, and it was not necessarily a bad thing to go home honestly, and it would not harm the Three Holy Mother, which was a good thing for them.

Stepping into the main hall, Jiang Feng came to the pillar where Liu Yanchang wrote poems, and raised his hand to wipe the ink away.

After doing this, he came to the statue of the Three Virgins, picked up the three pillars of incense, bowed respectfully and respectfully for three times, and recited a few words of blessing that even Jiang Feng couldn't understand, and then inserted the fragrance into the incense burner.

Looking at the statue of the Three Virgins, the eyes are like the moon, the eyebrows are picturesque, the skin is like congealed fat, beautiful, still as beautiful as ever!

However, Jiang Feng was naturally not looking at the statue, but through his eyes, he was looking at some of the scenes behind the statue.

The idols of the gods in each temple can carve out a space.

This side of the space is called the "Alternate Dimensional Space", which has already existed in the Dou Po World, and after cultivating to reach the Dou Saint Realm, you can open up a space world from the void.

This is the manifestation of a degree of strength.

The Three Holy Mothers naturally have the strength to open up space, and the space she opens up is inside this statue.

At this time, in the secret realm of the Huashan statue space, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and a pool of turquoise lakes is surrounded by misty peaks.

Birds and beasts, cranes take off, a fairyland.

In the middle of the turquoise lake where the clouds and mist float, there is a cluster of bamboo buildings, and the bamboo buildings are very exquisite, like a fairy building in the next world.

In the bamboo building, wisps of green smoke wafted out from the incense burner, and the fragrance was swirling, and there was a blue-clothed fairy sitting cross-legged on the futon in the bed in the room.

The corners of the eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and the voice and smile are gentle.

If it wasn't the last time Jiang Feng saw each other, who would the Third Virgin Yang Chan be?

In later generations, his father Liu Yanchang shamelessly inscribed poems on the pillars of the Three Virgins Temple in Huashan to blaspheme the Three Virgins.

Suddenly, sitting cross-legged, the Three Holy Mother, who was cultivating with their eyes closed, suddenly opened their beautiful eyes.

Her face was a little unsightly, she stood up, looked outside the bamboo building, waved her jade hand, and shouted: "Xiaomei...."

As soon as the voice fell, a maid dressed as a woman walked outside the bamboo building.

The maid's face was a little unsightly, and she bowed down in front of the Third Holy Mother, and said with an angry look on her face: "Miss, that mortal man is really shameless, and he dares to blaspheme Miss Shenwei in the temple, according to Xiaomei, we must teach her a lesson, otherwise it will not make her indifferent to Miss's blasphemy, I don't know what the anger of the gods is!" ”

The Third Virgin's face sank and sank, she glanced at Xiaomei, her eyes were shining, and then she smiled slightly, waved her hand and said, "No need, he has been driven away..."

Just now, under the detection of her divine sense, she happened to see Jiang Feng and the believers scaring Liu Yanchang away.

Seeing Jiang Feng personally erase the verses inscribed by Liu Yanchang on the divine pillar, he couldn't help but nod slightly.

As for Liu Yanchang's shameless and despicable behavior just now, then her three virgins will naturally not let each other go.

After thinking about it for a moment, she already had a plan in her heart, and then beckoned to Xiaomei.

Seeing this, Xiaomei asked, "What does Miss command?" ”

The Third Lady said: "The person who wrote the poem, you take my decree to the city god here, and let him punish this person a little... For the time being, let him suffer from cold and cold, wind cold for a while, as for that person, I have my own plans! ”

Speaking of this, the Third Holy Mother waved her hand, and when she spoke of Jiang Feng, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

That Xiaomei received the order, retreated, and went to do something.

And when Xiaomei left, the Three Holy Mothers changed into a woman dressed as a cyan Taoist robe and a Taoist aunt in the blink of an eye.

This is exactly the makeup of the temple of Our Lady of Huashan.

After looking at the outfits on her body, the three virgins nodded with satisfaction, and her body turned out of thin air, turning into a blue light and disappearing into the bamboo building in an instant.

When he reappeared, he had already come to the door of the Huashan Temple of Our Lady and walked out of the side temple door.