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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

In the Cuiping Cave of Cuiping Mountain, Cuiping Niangniang sat there quietly, and in the first place under her sat a brocade-clothed boy, who was as rich as jade, and a green sheath long sword was placed there horizontally on the table.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, the void rippled like waves, and four foxes jumped out of the void.

As soon as he landed, one of the white foxes said loudly: "Brother, you kill Amo!" ”

The brocade boy stared at him, and his murderous aura burst out.

The shaggy fox twisted his body and turned into a gray-clothed boy, kneeling on the ground, silent.

"What's going on?" The boy in brocade asked coldly.

"Brother, he was disobedient, I asked him to catch that shell back, not only did he not catch it, but he also ran away with us, losing our Qingqiu's face." A white fox said anxiously and quickly.

"Amo, you say!"

"It's the eldest young master, that shell is extraordinary, I'm afraid that the battle will affect the three young masters, so I'll bring them back first." The gray-clothed young man kneeling on the ground said unhurriedly.

"What shells, what origins?" The boy in the brocade dress asked.

At this time, Cuiping Niangniang suddenly smiled and said: "That shell must be next to the river god who embroidered the spring bend, it must be that they have been playing at night these days and disturbed the villagers, so they prayed for the protection of the river god, and the river god must have sent the shells around him." ”

When the young man in brocade turned his head to face Cuiping Niangniang, his face immediately softened, and he smiled: "It seems that Su Fan Mei seems to know a lot about the Xiuchun Bend River God, and she is not an idle person who can enter Su Fan Mei's eyes." ”

"Hehe, I'm not a stranger to this person, he escaped when Qianluo Mountain was destroyed, and he was passed on to the river god by chance, but he was forced to borrow the law by the carp spirit in the river, and he once came to my Qianluo Mountain." Cuiping Niangniang sat there dignifiedly, with a straight waist and a smile on her face, without a trace of her previous lazy appearance.

The young man in the brocade dress picked up the green jade cup on the table, took a sip of Hongyan Moisturizing Heart Tea, and muttered: "Qianluo Mountain, then what is the relationship between him and Ye Qingxue." ”

"Senior sister and brother."

"Hehe, I thought that there was only one river and one Ye Qingxue in Qianluo Mountain, but I didn't expect that another one became a river god. It's also interesting, I think he doesn't know my Qingqiu Mountain. The brocade boy said with a smile, gentle and elegant.

The young man who was kneeling on the ground said at this time: "The river god of Xiuchun Bend said that if a few young masters want to play, you can go to Xiuchun Bend to play, please don't disturb the human race, although the heavenly court is not there, the order between heaven and earth is still there." ”

The brocade boy narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Interesting and interesting, hehe, I really want to meet this river god." ”

Cuiping Niangniang smiled slightly, if Chen Jing was here, he would be greatly surprised, because although he didn't really see the real person when he saw this Cuiping Niangniang at that time, the strong momentum gave him a deep impression.

After the brocade boy finished speaking, when he looked back at the gray-clothed young man kneeling on the ground, his eyes were already cold, and he said: "If you go to Xiuchun Bend, I will go to the river tomorrow to sit." ”

"Yes, young master." After the gray-clothed young man replied, he respectfully stood up and retreated.

The other three white foxes also scrambled to go, but they were stopped by the brocade boy, and Cuiping Niangniang asked the woman standing behind her to take them to the mountains to play, and then reluctantly left.

The boy in the brocade dress looked at the ethereal woman who was dressed from leaves and her hair was hanging to the ground, and said: "Su Fan, your Qianluo Mountain is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and the pure tranquility of the spirit on the mountain ghost just now is really rare." ”

"Her name is Xuankong, and she came from somewhere else, and she didn't grow up in the Qianluo Mountains."

"Oh, I don't know what immortal mountain spirit realm gave birth to her aura." The brocade boy said with a smile, but Cuiping Niangniang didn't answer, just smiled.

The boy of Jinfu also picked up the green jade cup and took another sip of Hongyan Qinxin tea, the Cuiping Cave Mansion was quiet and quiet, and the night breeze above the Cave Mansion was cool, blowing the starlight and shaking Ge.

Amo does not have a surname, or is not qualified to have the surname Su, because he is not a nine-tailed fox, just an ordinary fox, and in Qingqiu Mountain, he is like a descendant of a rich and noble family in the world. This time I had the opportunity to come out with the boy in Jinfu, firstly, because he practiced well and was already able to transform into ** form, and secondly, he was steady, but he was clever.

As soon as he came out of Cuiping Mountain, he jumped off the cliff, and his body rolled in the air and turned into a miscellaneous fox, his fur was shiny, but there was no trace of beauty. However, it was as light as the wind when it galloped, and it ran through the night fog, and it came to the embroidery spring bend in the blink of an eye.

Under a crescent moon, the river waves are scaly, the night is foggy, and a fox stands on the edge of the riverbank, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky.

Suddenly, a big red shrimp silently drilled out of the river, raised the weapon in his hand high, and looked very unkind.

Ah Mo didn't speak, and the big red shrimp buzzed after a long time: "The river god is invited." ”

"Thank you, please lead the way." Amo said with a mouthful of words.

After the big red shrimp snorted twice, the double pincers were on the surface of the water, and a channel was cracked on the surface of the river.

Mo jumped to his feet and entered the cracked river channel without the slightest fear, and the river closed together the moment he entered.

He followed the big red shrimp in front of him all the way to the bottom of the river, and all he saw was a completely different scene on the earth.

It's like algae fluttering in the wind.

A variety of fish, chasing each other.

After a while, he came to a sunken riverbed, where the current was much calmer, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a cave. From the outside, it is simply a hole, but the brilliance from the hole shows that this hole is not an ordinary hole, and when I looked up, I saw a piece of bluestone printed in the mud above the cave, and the green head was branded with a few big words: "Water Cloud Cave Sky." ”

The big red shrimp had already entered the water cloud cave sky, he stood up, turned into a gray-clothed boy and drilled in, and suddenly a clear aura came to his face, and his whole body was cool. There is a cloud in the eye, and there are seven night pearls embedded on the top of the cave wall, arranged in a pattern of the Big Dipper.

The outside is inconspicuous and dirty, but the inside is clear and quiet, and it is really worthy of the word Dongtian, plus the cloud gas condensed by the clear spirit and water gas, the word "water cloud" is also appropriate.

Other than that, there was nothing in the cave, just a man sitting on a black stone platform. Ah Mo expected that this person must be the god of embroidered spring bends, although he is not as rich as the eldest young master in terms of appearance, but he has a temperament that the eldest young master does not have.

"Calm, quiet, and there seems to be an undercurrent surging inside." This was the first time Mo saw Chen Jing.

"Under the seat of Su Zhengyang of Qingqiu Mountain, Mo has seen the Xiuchun Bend River God!" Amo didn't bow down, just bowed down, and said without being arrogant or humble.

The big red shrimp shouted on the side: "Bold, when you enter the embroidered spring, you dare not worship the river god." ”

Chen Jing sat still, but Ah Mo said: "Seeing God and worshiping is a mortal, although it is not a fairy spirit who has attained the Tao, it also represents Qingqiu, and it cannot be worshipped." ”

The big red shrimp was about to say, Chen Jing had already opened his eyes, raised his hand to stop what the big red shrimp was about to say, and said with a smile: "It is rumored that Qingqiu's disciples are talented, and they really live up to their reputation." ”

Ah Mo was slightly stunned, what Chen Jing said was indeed circulated, and the children of Qingqiu would also use it to motivate themselves. It's just that this sentence is not something that ordinary immortals can know, and there are very few gods and immortals in the world who know Qingqiu Mountain.

"The river god praised it falsely, it seems that he knows our Qingqiu very well."

"It's just that I've heard from the elders." Chen Jing said calmly:

Chen Mo smiled slightly and said, "My eldest young master said that he would come and sit in the river at dawn and make friends with the river god. ”

"Hehe, Qingqiu has been famous for a long time, and I can't ask for it." Chen Jing said with a smile.

Ah Mo didn't say much, he came here to deliver the letter, and after delivering the letter, he naturally left, and when he left, he glanced at the smiling Chen Jing again, and only felt unfathomable.

After Ah Mo left, the big red shrimp said loudly: "Lord River, why are you so polite to him. What kind of bird Qingqiu Mountain is and what is the origin, is it even more powerful than Kunlun on the source of the Jing River. ”

Chen Jing pondered in his heart, and his intuition told him that it would not be easy for Su Zhengyang of Qingqiu Mountain to come to him. I heard from the old swordsman that there are many foxes in Qingqiu Mountain, named Nine Foxes, who are intelligent and cunning by nature.

"This Qingqiu Mountain is not as powerful as Kunlun, but it is more mysterious."

Chen Jing waited quietly, since the Emperor Dongyue came back, and found that a cave was built by a mullet essence from Fenglindu in Xiuchun Bend, he felt that someone was dealing with him, and after thinking about it, there was only Qin Hu.

In the past few days, he has not left the river region for half a minute, and he has used the spiritual power of the river region to nourish his spirit and sword day and night, but he feels that there is an inexplicable pressure pressing on him. This pressure did not come from Fenglindu, nor from Qin Hu, but from Ye Qingxue's figure that appeared in the River God Temple three times in a row when he just came back that day.

And now that the mysterious nine-tailed fox clan of Qingqiu Mountain has come here, Chen Jing doesn't think that they are playing, and he says that he wants to visit him, and he doesn't think that he is here to make any friends.

In a trance, I listened to the sound of the river waves crashing on the shore, but I felt that I was illusory, and I only felt that there was no difference between the fairies and gods in the heaven and the earth and the butterflies in the sea of flowers. The same possibility is to die in the twilight of life, and to be disillusioned with a thought.

He sat upright on the black stone platform, his mind wandered in the starlight of the river waves, immersed in the rhythm of the river waves lapping against the river, feeling the beating of the Gu worm's life in the sword, and there was a feeling that the Gu worm was a part of his body. He didn't know what it was like for a woman to be pregnant, and he didn't know what it was like for an immortal Daoist to be born a primordial baby when he was refining qi and transforming into a god. He only knew that this sword and his own already had a feeling of flesh and blood, the fluctuation of his heartbeat, beating with the rhythm of the river waves, and every time he jumped, the sword insect Gu worm seemed to be beating in response.

However, the eldest prince of Qingqiu Mountain did not come at dawn, but a black post was sandwiched on the tongs of the big red shrimp and sent in, shouting: "Lord River, great joy, great joy." ”

Chen Jing took the black post, and it was cool to start, it was an invitation made of yin jade condensed by yin qi, and asked, "What a great joy." ”

"On the 300th birthday of Qin Chenghuang in Baling City, please go and drink the wedding wine." The big red shrimp said happily, as if the person who invited him was it.