The mountain road on the White Lotus Holy Mountain is not paved with bricks and stones such as stone slabs, but it is convenient for the chariot to go up the mountain, but in the place where the mountain is not reached, Xie Zhongqing and Li Molan got off together, I heard that there are rules in the Daomen, and it is forbidden for cars and horses to go together after the halfway up the mountain, so the rest of the road can only walk slowly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On one side of the mountain road is like an abyss-like high sky, dark and dark, looking down you can overlook the scenery of the entire Lin'an City, the lights and fishing fires flicker non-stop, very human fireworks atmosphere.

Xie Zhongqing has already walked all over the White Lotus Holy Mountain over the years, and naturally he is no stranger to this beautiful night Lin'an, but Li Molan is indeed the first time to see such a beautiful scenery, and he can't move his steps slightly.

The history of Daomen is nearly 10,000 years, and Lin'an City also has a history of six or seven thousand years, which can be said to be full of the vicissitudes of human history.

Over the millennium, Anseong has undergone countless changes, becoming larger and more majestic, and surrounded by more towns and villages.

The flowers bloom season after season on the undulating mountains, and the green grass grows and withers, but the scenery on the White Lotus Sacred Mountain has not changed much.

Walking slowly up the mountain road, Li Molan vaguely saw a lot of buildings at night.

Most of these buildings are pavilions and pavilions, the style is very rare, in fact, the style of thousands of years ago has continued to this day, occasionally there will be some small pavilions similar to the architectural style in Lin'an City, which are mostly newly built in these years.

While walking, Li Molan looked left and right, her eyes lingered on those pavilions, and the speed was really not fast, so Xie Zhongqing had to look back and wait every time she walked a distance, and after a few times, she finally couldn't help showing anger, and Li Molan, who was walking behind, had to keep up, and no longer angered this young master of Daomen, who had been famous for fifteen years.

Although it was night, the night was not deep, and I walked all the way to the top of the White Lotus Holy Mountain, and I could occasionally see some Daomen disciples on the way.

Daomen and Vermilion Bird Sect are the two sects with the largest number of female disciples in Beihai, but the actual situation seems to be more serious than imagined.

Along the way, Li Molan barely saw many male Dao disciples, but women were common, and she suddenly felt that there was something strange about Xie Zhongqing in front of her, revealing a look like looking at a rare animal.

The disciples of the Taoist Sect are all outstanding geniuses, some of the disciples of the Taoist Sect sit cross-legged on the treetops with their eyes lowered and practice, the wind blows the trees and trees, and they do not move at all; some of the disciples of the Taoist Sect show a strange color in their eyes, as if they have lost their souls and walk on the mountain road, turning a blind eye to the two people who pass by them, as if they are enchanted, in fact, they are intoxicated with their own enlightenment, as if they have seen through the vanity of the world; and some of the disciples of the Taoist Sect are practicing kendo in the middle of the night between the snowy forests on the mountain, and they can vaguely see the flickering of the sword light, and they have already entered the hall on the word kendo, and they feel quite good in terms of Li Molan's kendo attainments, and the swordsmanship is superb and mysterious, and they also have their own personality。

Among these female disciples of the Daomen, Li Molan saw several familiar female disciples, and then remembered that many of these Daomen disciples had appeared in the tomb of Yubei, and they should also be the younger generation, not a high-ranking disciple of the Daomen who has been famous for many years like Xie Zhongqing.

Naturally, many female disciples recognized Li Molan, and looked at it from a distance, with a slightly complicated expression.

They are the disciples of the Daomen who have gone up the mountain in the past ten years, but they occupy a small half of the number of disciples of the entire Daomen, it can be seen that the past ten years have indeed been the era of the blooming of the mountain flowers in the monastic world, all kinds of genius disciples have emerged in endlessly, much better than ten years ago, some are born to forget, and some have an epiphany that is hundreds of days of sleepless and rapid progress, and there are good at fighting with the rhythm of playing the piano with a, which is a strange and rare character.

Although they are too shallow in the younger generation, their strength is often in the three realms, but in another five, six, seven or eight years, they will be the people of the Daomen and even Beihai, and now the Daomen has lost the white-clothed girl Yi Shui At the same time, Yu Huaji is poisoned and weak, and there seems to be no successor on the mountain, in fact, there are these descendants with extraordinary talents, but Taoguang Yanghui is waiting for the next spring and autumn peak.

Those female disciples who knew Li Molan had already recounted some of the situations in the Yubei tomb to their fellow brothers and sisters, and some of the Daomen disciples seemed to have the idea of stepping forward and saying a few words, but when they saw the indifferent Xie Zhongqing in front of the young man in the green shirt, they still dispelled this thought.

Xie Zhongqing is also a senior brother with a high rank in the Daomen, and has always been known for being stubborn and stubborn in not eating hard and soft, many female disciples feel that this senior brother has a bit of pedantic aura, and they are slightly afraid and dare not come forward to talk.

Li Molan said curiously: "Xie Zhongqing, those junior brothers and sisters of yours seem to be quite afraid of you, are you the boss here?"

Xie Zhongqing almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

As a senior brother of the Daomen, he naturally has to teach and quote those junior brothers and sisters who later entered the mountain.

He tried his best and pretended to be cold and hard, as if he didn't talk about human feelings, so many times he was more awe-inspiring in the minds of Daomen disciples than those elders of the sect, but he was not a den of copycat bandits, this was a sacred Daomen, where could he mention the vulgar word "boss"?

Xie Zhongqing walked up the mountain with a dark face, his back to Li Molan, his expression was even more cold, and his facial lines were almost stiff there.

Li Molan touched her nose and hurriedly followed.

Don't forget to take a look at the buildings and scenery left and right.

There are many forks in the mountain road leading to many open spaces and snow forests halfway up the mountainside.

There is no white expanse on the mountain roads here, and there is no snow on the stone lawn here, but the heavy snow on the woods almost crushes the branches.

The snow forest stretches out, and the sight is magical.

And from the halfway point of the mountain, whether it is between those pavilions and pavilions, or between the snow forest or the stone lawn, there is a white mist, which is very fairyland.

It's quite close to the sky, almost within reach, and I can't tell whether these white fogs are clouds or white fog naturally born in the mountains, but the charm of the fairy family is extremely strong.

Not long after Li Molan and Xie Zhongqing left, Wang He Wushuang and Paper Xiren walked out from behind a snow forest.

They originally wanted to say a few more words to Li Molan, but in the end they didn't come forward, not because they were afraid of the majesty of that senior brother Xie Zhongqing, but because they didn't know what to say, no one was stupid, and the two of them vaguely guessed why Daomen would let Li Molan go up the mountain, although it was not clear, but there was already an outline, and nothing they said could change the result, so it was useless to say more.

Another courtyard in the mountain, surrounded by snow forests on all sides, and then you can see the night view under the mountain in the distance, the scenery is excellent, and the courtyard pattern is unique, the shape is simple and does not appear simple, and there is a hidden atmosphere.

As a teacher of the Enlightenment Academy, Zi Xiaoxiao, who was supposed to be busy with the new curriculum arrangement in the Academic Affairs Office of the Enlightenment Academy, was in the courtyard at this moment, looking at his master, Daomen Elder Kong He, with a lonely expression.

Mr. Kong looked at his lonely pupils, sighed and said, "Apprentice, it's not that the teacher can't help, but that he really can't help." I don't know what happened to Master Chen Shuisha back then, but I heard Zhao Ziyuan's old guy say that Lord Chen Shuisha was particularly disgusted with talented and temperamental men, which was also the reason why Daomen almost didn't accept male disciples when Chen Shuisha was still a saint. Although there have been slight changes over the years, her old man is still resistant to men, especially handsome men with handsome faces, and always feels that handsome men are not a good thing, and the old man can't help him. ”

Zi Xiaoxiao said quietly: "Was the ancestor deceived by some merry and beautiful man back then?"

Kong He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "This can't be guessed, it's just that this matter is indeed a certainty, and there is no way to change it, but after all, the young man named Li Molan is the descendant of the old sword immortal, even if the Daomen doesn't lend a hand, since he dares to enter the world to practice, he must have something to rely on, you may not have to worry." ”

Kong He suddenly asked, "Disciple, what is your relationship with the Beihai Sword Immortal Descendant? It's rare to see you speak for a man like this." ”

Zi Xiaoxiao was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Friend...... It's just a friend, not to mention that he has a life-saving grace for the Holy Maiden, and he has shed so much blood along the way, I can see it all in my eyes, and I always feel that he does not deserve to be treated like this. ”

Kong Hehu was suspicious: "Just friends?"

Zi Xiaoxiao nodded heavily.

Mr. Kong said: "I heard that the appearance of the heirs of the Beihai Sword Immortal is also a widely spread topic, I heard that this young man's face is extremely handsome, and his long hair is even comparable to that of a rouge beauty.

Zi Xiaoxiao snorted and scolded: "What are you thinking in your head, old and uncultivated?

Kong He showed a worried look: "Whether you have a crush on this kid or not, he is in trouble now, and I'm afraid there is really some danger." ”

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Passing through the sea of clouds in Cen Cen, Li Molan and Xie Zhongqing walked up the mountain road, and finally saw a broad road paved with white marble, crossing the peak of the incomparably wide White Lotus Sacred Mountain, and reaching in front of a huge temple stone steps.

It's not that dark all around.

On the left and right are undulating white clouds, and above is the vast starry sky, and the bright moon is within reach.

The moonlight illuminated every inch of the mountaintop, brightening up the darkness of the mountainside.

Standing in front of the Divine Dao that was strictly forbidden for ordinary disciples to set foot in this Dao Gate, Xie Zhongqing stopped.

"You can go in, the master is waiting for you inside, and my mission is complete, and I leave. Xie Zhongqing's face was expressionless.

Li Molan wondered: "Why don't you go in with me, how do I know your ancestor?"

Xie Zhongqing snorted coldly: "Daomen disciples are not allowed to set foot on the Holy Dao without credentials, only the elders, the ancestors, the junior uncles and the holy women can walk on the Divine Dao at will, and besides, there is only the ancestor waiting for you in the Dao Hall now, if you see it, you will naturally know." ”

Li Molan hooked his shoulders to Xie Zhongqing and said, "Brother, I know you haven't stepped on this divine path yet, come and see together." ”

Xie Zhongqing dodged Li Molan's palm without a trace, turned around indifferently, and turned around and left without saying a word.

Li Molan thought to herself that this person was so boring, could it be that the male disciples of the Daoist Sect were like this?

Just standing in front of Shinto, he was also full of emotion in his heart.

The Shinto of the Daomen, in the Beihai monastic world, how many people have come up?

He can now walk on this divine path unscrupulously, and he is going to see the Taoist master Chen Shisha.

He couldn't help but feel a little wonderful, but he didn't have too much awe, the dry wine poem had given him a perfect interpretation of the master's demeanor, how many people in Beihai could be taller than the sloppy old man with funny goatees?

The heir of the old sword immortal, in this life, I will never see a taller and more legendary figure than the old sword immortal, where can there be ordinary people's nervousness, excitement and worry?

He stood calmly on Shinto.

It's just an ordinary white marble paved road.

The moonlight is like water, and the ground is like a layer of autumn frost.

Stepping on the autumn frost and walking forward, the person he wanted to see was not as tall as his master, of course he did not have any mood to stir up and down, and the road he walked was actually very ordinary, and naturally he did not feel any changes.

He calmly passed through the so-called Shinto, which was preached in the red dust at the foot of the mountain.

The pace is slightly heavier.

I came to the stone steps.

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(PS: I just woke up and saw a helmsman who rewarded me, and I was so scared that I got up directly to code words, four more today, almost 14,000 words (to be continued.) )