The vast eastern continent of the Kushan continent, the far north, is covered by mountains, the mountains are like a giant dragon crawling and undulating, the veins are arched, and the silver is dyed with frost.

The jungle is like a sea, swaying and rushing over the land with the cold fronts and monsoons that sweep through the far north, connecting with the plains in the distance, and then the mountains in the distance, seemingly endlessly.

The plain of the horse race crosses the long river from the upstream, and the river also flows.

The rivers diverge in a seemingly never-ending rush, branching out for thousands of miles in all directions.

Between the minutiae of these diversions, there are towns that have multiplied for generations. Bridges were built on the river, pavilions were built along the river, and the whispers of lovers were spread.

The famous buildings on both sides of the river, the flower street and the willow lane, the warbler and the swallow, swallow the disturbance and noise of power and fame. The palace in the distance of the river, the royal court, the whispers from there, constantly reshaping or affecting the four wolf smoke outside, or the clouds of prosperity.

In these towns and more distant parts of the country, a large complex of buildings covering an area of about tens of thousands of acres with a certain strong ancient structure stands in the most conspicuous position in this far north.

This is the temple of Sito. The name is in Guishan Luzhou, and it is also a behemoth.

Any decision and statement that comes out here, even if it is the two most powerful empires, Sheng Tang and Gao Wen, will cause a whirlwind and tremors.

It is another annual pilgrimage, tens of thousands of people climbed through those mountains, through those plains, through many countries, in front of the Xituo Hall lined up a long line of people on the black pressure on the earth. Thousands of miles away to come here to worship the ancient temple of Xituo that has lasted for thousands of years.

This is also in addition to the Xituo envoys around the activity, the busiest period of time, standing outside the door to receive the pilgrims of the guests are busy with their hands and feet, just to settle these tens of thousands of worshippers, is the most onerous task during the year of the Xituo Temple.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world and the universally recognized importance of the Situo Temple did not seem to disturb the tranquility behind the Temple.

Behind the temple is a larger building area than the vestibule, with mountains and waters, ponds, lakes, boats, pavilions and buildings.

There is the brightness of the spring breeze penetrating the willow branches, the mottled hanging and pouring of the sun, the crisp autumn breeze of broken leaves like felt, and the splendor of winter snow dancing in the return wind.

There is also a lark flapping its wings and flying by, and the sound of the piano is elegant and quiet.

In the courtyard with lush foliage and warmth like spring, there are many disciples of the sacrament hall and the deacon hall of the Xituo Temple, either looking for the grass on the ground and sitting, or leaning on the peach tree with branches, or just sitting quietly on the edge of the pool stone, or standing in two or three people, looking at a woman in white who is playing the guqin with her bare hands under the eaves.

There was a kind of holy tranquility in the woman's face as she played the guqin, and she played the beautiful and rapid notes, and the hearts of the people around her also beat with the traction of those tones, and beat lightly with the slight change of every expression of her mortally elf-like face. The surrounding birds and butterflies also stopped because of the sound of the piano, flying around the woman, lingering. When the sound of the piano reached the place of agitation, a butterfly couldn't help but fly to the woman's brisk hand because of the sound of the piano, and landed on the guqin.

The moment the butterfly fell, the piano cut off the last rest, and flowed to the end just right, and at the same time, the girl looked at the butterfly with beautiful eyes and showed a dazzling smile. The lingering sound that lingers around the beam is faint, and people are still immersed in the artistic conception of not wanting to pull out.

Someone couldn't help but praise in private, "Ji Ling'er is not only beautiful, but also beautiful." I'm really afraid that in a few days, something from the outside world will leave the temple to carry out the execution, and I won't be able to hear this sound of the piano for the time being. I'm going to be lonely. ”

The others smiled faintly, "Speaking of which, are you mentally lonely, or are you more physically lonely?" Ji Ling'er is valued by her master, and she is the rising star of this generation of Xituo Palace, and the expectations of her in the hall are unimaginable to you and me. It's not something you and I can touch. ”

The person who was robbed of the white man was dumbfounded, "We people in the deacon hall often have to go around the mainland to do errands and spread glory for the temple, and they always need some spiritual thoughts. Otherwise, you can ask my fellow brothers, who has no illusions, and who dares to say that they really never thought that one day they would be able to hit the favor of Ji Ling'er and be favored by Ji Linger, what kind of fate would it be?"

Someone lowered his voice and said very slightly, "Haven't you heard about some things that have been circulating in the outer courtyard recently" The people who spoke were only a few white-shirted disciples in the outer courtyard by the pond, but when they spoke like this, some men and women sitting on the futon and sitting on the stone bench around them couldn't help but put their spiritual power on their side, and countless people pricked up their ears.

"Could it be that, some rumors that happened when Ji Ling'er and Jia Mu traveled to the Eastern Continent and traveled to that small country called Da Ye?" The person who spoke was cautious, his voice was pressed thinly, and his body bowed slightly, but it did not prevent the people around him from bowing down and urgently listening to the expressions of the people.

This appearance looks like a disciple of the inner courtyard of the dignified Xituo Palace, and it is more like a lewd old man who is exploring the secret news in the market.

Someone immediately maintained his firm faith, "So what, it's just an outside rumor, countless senior brothers, junior brothers, junior sisters, and junior sisters in our Xituo Palace, there will be no rumors outside this one day, rumors, which one will not be noticed and hotly discussed." We certainly don't believe these rumors. What kind of person Ji Ling'er is, even the most outstanding people in our Xituo Hall don't dare to touch nails in her. Everyone knows what Jia Mu thinks about her, but the stinky face that has hurt the hearts of countless senior sisters and sisters, Jia Mu has not captured Ji Ling'er so far, and Sister Ling'er is still strong and mighty!"

"That's right, after Lao Zhao, you said this, I immediately felt good, no matter what rumors he has outside, they are just rumors, Ling'er sister is still unattainable in my eyes, if she plays the piano every day, I must be rain or shine, every day I will listen to the sound of the piano here, even if I look at her is enough. ”

Ji Ling'er is also an unattainable existence in the eyes of everyone in the Xituo Palace, but she is not alienated and indifferent to people, but is extremely assertive, and very pious and motivated, with a kind of unattainable excellence.

And her excellence is not abandoned by her peers, and even because of her beauty and bearing, she has become the most admired by her junior brothers in the inner courtyard of Xituo Palace, and her younger sisters follow suit, and her senior brothers and sisters take care of them.

The door has a good impression of her between men and women, and the people who admire her grasp a handful.

Ji Linger does not refuse people, but she will not be enthusiastic and proactive. But every time someone meets her in the hall, meets her in the corridor under the spring light, and meets her when she is practicing qi by the mirror pool, she can always respond with a smile. Just like that, you can be content and excited for days. Not to mention that she sometimes strokes the qin in the inner courtyard of Xituo, and when she strokes the qin, it is indispensable that countless senior brothers and disciples in the inner courtyard put down what they were doing and made a special trip to see the beautiful music happening.

This trip was just playing the piano and discussing music with a few senior sisters, what Ji Ling'er didn't expect was that the senior sister would actually publicize the matter, so as to attract countless disciples from the inner courtyard of Xituo to come one after another. The scene can be regarded as lively and immense.

Under the repeated insistence of several senior sisters, Ji Ling'er, who wanted to put away the piano and leave, had to lay the piano and play a song again.

She straightened her slightly scattered sideburns between her ears and sideburns, plucked the strings with her bare hands, and the movement resumed.

At the side gate of the courtyard, Gamu and several holy officials in the deacon hall walked into the courtyard door with slow conversation against the background of the sound of the piano.

"The High Priest of the Gaowen Alliance Empire, I hope that the Holy Envoy can represent Xituo in the next month and go to Gaowen to appease the dispute between the gateways under Xituo's jurisdiction, carry out Xituo's order, spread the law and the gates of Xituo, and maintain the stability of the lands of Gaowen Nanbang. ”

Jia Mu Liuyun tilted his crown and smiled, "Now the gap between the countries of the Gaowen Nanbang is gradually deepening, this is not without wind and waves, the archpriest is a firm supporter of the Gaowen Empire's ancestral system, and it happens to conflict with the implementation of the imperial court vassal system, the power of the states to which the empire belongs to the southern states of the empire is now intensifying this conflict and change, the archpriest wants to borrow the hands of our Xituo to get rid of the chaos, and at the same time let the theory of the ancestral system have the upper hand in the upper echelons of the empire, because we see that we are interfering, I am afraid that the imperial court of the Gaowen Empire will also be afraid of it, so let them mess up." Most of the Nanbang Sects of the Gaowen Empire are not from the Inner Sect of Xituo, what responsibility do we have to protect them, now it is chaotic, and there are countless casualties in the internal fighting, just a few small outer path ants, how can it be worthy of Xituo to pass on the supreme cultivation method, it is ridiculous!"

"That's what it is. The holy official next to him nodded, and smiled lightly, "Yin Jiannan, an academician of the Fanzhu Academy of the Prosperous Tang Empire, has handed us a notice on the origin of one of the factions of the Fanzhu Academy, from the Xituo Temple, whether we want to respond." ”

Gamue narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "We never refuse anyone who comes to us, but only if we have the corresponding qualifications. The academician of Fanzhu Academy, one of the three major cultivation academies of the Tang Empire, and one of the scholars of the Imperial University, should be enough for such qualifications. I can't say, when we get this chess piece in the future, we will give him relevant evidence. ”

"Understood. The Holy Officer nodded again, a faint glint in his eyes. The Xituo Temple has a transcendent and unique identity, and because of this status, it has its own unique weight among the countries of the Kushan Land Continent, and it plays a certain authoritative function. There were always those in these empires who wanted to gain some honorary status, and through various reasons and costs, they obtained an approval from the Situo Temple, or some kind of acquiescence and implication, which seemed sensational to the outside world. But in the eyes of these holy officials in the deacon hall of the Xituo Temple, these insider trades naturally exist. To obtain these resources of the Xituo Temple, it is very simple, that is, whether you can afford to give the corresponding price and capital.

Maybe it becomes the eyeliner of the Xituo Hall buried in some countries, or gives the Xituo Temple the corresponding offerings, or guides a certain situation to the direction of the hope of the Xituo Temple, and becomes the line of the Xituo Hall faintly making certain events on the continent, and so on.

After giving instructions, Jia Miao quietly listened to Ji Ling'er's piano sound, looked at her beautiful face in the morning light, her heart fluttered, she thought of something, squinted her eyes and said, "What is the situation on the other side of the sea and earth?"

The holy official was just stunned, and then he knew what Kamu was asking, and said, "Following the first two disciples who died, Li Qiucheng, the third closed disciple of the Shinto Saizhai Lord, has already set foot in the earth and sea. ”

"Li Qiucheng?" Jia Miao frowned, "Why didn't Lei Donglai go in person? Since he made a declaration that he would kill that person with his own hands at that time, what was his plan to send his own disciples at this time?"

The holy official continued in a low voice, "Lei Donglai said that in the process of intercepting Da Ye's ship in the sea realm, he was attacked by Da Ye Yu Xiaoxiao and Master Hanzang, although he successfully killed the two of them, but he was also seriously injured, and now he is in retreat to recuperate, and he doesn't ask about the mundane affairs of the fasting before leaving the customs!"

Maybe it's because of the word "Lei Donglai".

The fairy sound is beautiful, but at this moment, there is a loud bang!

It stirred up the time, the intoxicated people, the birds and butterflies, and the pool of autumn water.

Just when everyone was stunned and looked at Ji Ling'er who was stroking the qin, Jia Miao also looked up and saw Ji Linger's extremely cold eyes, which were piercing the trees and the morning mist, stabbing him in the eyes very clearly.

It's as cold as a thousand-year-old ice.

Ji Ling'er got up from where she was, her long skirt was elegant, the front Ju fell to the ground, and the back Ju dragged a few feet, and smiled lightly at the many senior sisters and brothers present, but everyone saw that she didn't belong, "I won't play it today." And he was far away.

Some of the people around looked at Jia Mu with hostility, and some whispered, not understanding why the sound of the qin showed that the mood was like an ancient well, how could Ji Ling'er, who was an immortal on the clouds, be so angry because of the word "Lei Donglai", as if this person was in front of her today, she might do something to the other party. At the same time, he was angry with Camus in front of him. In short, everyone speculated, everyone had different opinions, and even worse, they directly made a look of diswelcome to Camus.

Only Jia Mu was left under the reproachful gaze of a group of people, looking at Ji Ling'er's simple and elegant back, and a trace of inexplicable and gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

(To be continued)