Yunkong Mountain towers into the clouds.

In the meantime, there are jade boats floating, cloud whales churning, and fairy towers hanging quietly.

The fairy tower is located on the top of the mountains, with the Ming tile as the roof, and the lacquer-colored building body turns like a sound box, stirring the clouds flowing by.

There are two waterfalls hanging in the mountain, one is the clear flowing water, the other is the boiling lava, they are like the jade belt of the mountain rock, roaring and flying into the vast clouds.

This is one of the highest places in the world, and when night falls, even the distant stars seem to look at each other at hand.

In the fairy tower, a little girl with pink carving is dozing in front of a lamp.

Her name is Bai Zhu, and she is a new disciple of Xianlou, who was temporarily sent to be a lamp keeper.

Her job is to take care of the lamp in front of her.

The lights are not pretty.

It doesn't shake without a lampshade, it never burns out without a wick, it's always here, with a flame, burning wonderfully, and this wonder lasts for a long time, it becomes boredom.

"The good-looking Bai Zhu looks at the ugly light ......"

It's boring......

Bored, she began to look at the scenery outside, waiting for which senior sister or senior brother would come back, as for the master...... I've been out for many, many years, and I don't know if I'll come back.

It's so beautiful outside the fairy tower.

She watched the huge cloud whale passing around the building, watched the spirit beast running in the forest, watched the fairy plant fight in the garden, and the little unicorn occasionally broke into the building, rubbing around her skirt, she reached out to tease, but heard the unicorn make a duck-like cry, and ran out with a smoke.

"Eh, what are you afraid of?"

Xiao Bai Zhu knew that the unicorn could have a premonition, so he was also a little flustered.

But like this, there are only three immortal towers in the entire Yunkong Mountain, and what kind of ominous things can happen with the magic weapon of the master?

Xiao Bai Zhu leaned back on the table and looked at the lamp.

Suddenly, the flame of the lamp shook violently.

This has never happened before.

Bai Zhu was a little surprised, she stretched out her hand and tried to straighten the flames, but her fingers snapped together, but the flames were extinguished between her fingers.

Bai Zhu was stunned.

How...... How so......

"It's over, it's over, the good Bai Zhu has encountered something bad!"

Bai Zhuke panicked.

She knew what the light meant.

There are three immortal towers in Yunkong Mountain, and the status of the owners of the three immortal towers in the sacred mountain is second only to the first adult of the sacred mountain.

The first adult of this generation is about to die, and the next first one will be selected from among the owners of the three immortal towers.

The owners of the immortal building are all immortals, if the competition will be turned upside down, so a hundred years ago, they each let one of their disciples go to the mortal world to experience, after the tribulation of the three generations, then whose disciple is the highest, which landlord can fly from the immortal building.

This seems to be a simple gamble, but in the meantime, the three disciples have fallen into one game after another, forgetting their selves many times, and almost being completely lost.

Bai Zhu knew that the son of her family's immortal building was the first to break through the obstacles.

If nothing else, Childe will return to the mountain next year.

But......

Suddenly.

The bell rang, the breeze blew into the building, like the moon was cut off, and the wind carried it, fell lightly into the room, and the slightly dim room suddenly brightened up.

Bai Zhu's back was straight, she turned her head and shouted in a panic: "Little Senior Sister!" ”

A young woman wearing a golden crown of openwork lotus flowers stood in the doorway, the glimmer of light swimming in her white dress, outlining a slender shadow in the light and darkness inside and outside the building.

On the line of the mountains, the layers of white skirts are stretched, and they are like white clouds gushing out of the mountains, flowing all over the body, like the wind can blow them away a little harder.

The woman in the flawless white dress had cold eyebrows.

She is the most proud disciple under the master's seat, once a noble princess, and now a nineteen-year-old immortal, with an inexhaustible cold arrogance in her gestures.

The little senior sister came to Bai Zhu's side, looking at the extinguished lamp, her eyebrows furrowed.

She rarely cares about earthly things, but this is a matter of Shizun Dao, and she doesn't dare to be sloppy.

"Little Senior Sister ......"

Bai Zhu's small body knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Little Senior Sister, this is really not what Xiao Bai Zhu destroyed...... I, I didn't mean to......"

"You don't have that ability." The little senior sister spoke coldly.

"Ah......" Bai Zhu was shocked, turning her worries into joy, she patted her chest, "That's really good, the weak Bai Zhu really can't do terrible bad things." ”

She quietly glanced at the little senior sister, and hurriedly said, "No, it's not good at all, this light is out, what can the master do." ”

Bai Zhu covered his face and cried, although there were no tears, he cried very seriously.

The little senior sister didn't pay attention to her, she looked at the lamp, and after a long time, she shook her head gently: "How can it be extinguished?" ”

The jade-white slender fingers gently fell on the lamp, and the flame was about to be rekindled several times, but in the end they all fell silent.

This disciple was still trained in the mortal world during the reign of the previous landlord, and she has calculated many times that although his last calamity is dangerous, it should not be a big problem, this is ...... What's going on?

Is there anything other than your own calculations involved?

"Little Senior Sister!"

Bai Zhu raised his little hand and volunteered: "Let me go and see, the master has not returned to the building for many years, I will share the worries of the master and collect the body for the senior brother!" ”

"Not necessarily."

The fairy in the white dress spoke softly, she raised her hand, and a group of cranes flew from the clouds, as if twisted together by the invisible wind, and finally fell into her palm, which was already a pure white sword.

She placed the sword across her waist.

"Does the little senior sister want to ...... it herself?"

Bai Zhu was taken aback: "Don't do it, senior sister is a body of thousands of gold, how can she set foot in such a filthy place, if senior sister goes, Bai Zhu will be sad......"

"If I go far away, you can sneak out again, right?" The fairy in the white dress spoke softly, interrupting Bai Zhu's words lightly.

Bai Zhu was stunned for a moment, subconsciously touched her heart, and wanted to praise her senior sister's wisdom like a torch, but of course she didn't dare, after all, the little senior sister's board was very painful.

"Little Senior Sister is wronged!"

Bai Zhu avenged himself, "I'm just thinking about my senior sister, or I'll go for my senior sister, Bai Zhu is also very powerful!" ”

The fairy in the white dress ignored her, turned around, and only left a sentence coldly: "Good students read books, and senior sister will check her schoolwork when she comes back." ”

Bai Zhu replied weakly, and the fairy was gone.

……

……

The Witch Family.

After the rainstorm, there was no sense of clarity and freshness between the heavens and the earth, and it was clear that it was the hour of dawn, but the sky was still dark, and the gray rain clouds collided and fell endlessly.

Xiao Qi never understood what was going on, he only saw Yun Zhenren and Lin Shouxi leave, until his back disappeared into the Xiangye Pavilion.

"You can go the road ahead."

In front of a long alleyway, Yun Zhenren said.

"Where are the real people going?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Pond of Evil." Yun Zhenren said: "The evil spirit in your mouth is the last thing I worry about, I want to go and see it." ”

"Watch out." Lin Shouxi said.

"I think you're expecting me to be killed by an evil spirit." Yun Zhenren said lightly.

"The demon is still sleeping, and it is two corpses away from awakening."

"What if you wake up?"

"Then I want you to die together." Lin Shouxi said calmly.

Yun Zhenren laughed, he was not such a magnanimous person, if it weren't for the divine inheritance, he would have killed this young man on the spot.

Everything is for the sake of the Great Rite of Succession......

Yun Zhenren suppressed all his heavy thoughts, thought lightly, and said:

"Promise your good words."

Seeing that Yun Zhenren was leaving, Lin Shouxi asked, "Won't the real person lift the seal of Guan Qiao for me?" ”

"Let her do it for you." Yun Zhenren said.

Lin Shouxi didn't have time to object, Yun Zhenren disappeared, he looked at the heavily foggy alley in front of him, frowned, and once again felt uneasy in his heart.

It's not a short alley, but it's not too long.

Walk to the end and turn left again, and you will soon arrive at the eldest prince's building.

The lanterns at both ends of the alley have long been extinguished by the torrential rain last night, some have been washed to the ground, staggering, and some are still hanging on them, looking miserable, the fog is slowly flowing in the dim alley, and the young man in black has become the only figure here.

He remembered the fog in the Dead City, the fog seemed to caress his sticky hands, making him feel uncomfortable, and the seventy-two seals were like fingers nailed into his body, aggravating his discomfort.

But he didn't stop there.

Lin Shouxi still chose to step into this seemingly ordinary straight alley.

The long alley was like a flute, without holes, but it was blown back and forth by the wind that blew back and forth.

……

In the tall building in the distance, a black figure leaned against a red-lacquered wooden pillar, breathing evenly, and in his hand was a powerful crossbow.

Stepping on the head of the crossbow with his foot, the string is tightened, the arrow enters the groove, and turns, like an eagle's gaze falling into the alley, the mist of the alley is a natural shade, it is sometimes thick and invisible, sometimes diluted by the wind, and a moving figure can be faintly seen.

The tip of the arrow trembled.

The crossbow wielder's breathing was no longer even, and he appeared slightly agitated and nervous.

There is only one long road in the alley, and after that, there is a corner, and there will not be many opportunities to kill, or even only an arrow.

As if there was a providence to hang the curtain, the morning breeze suddenly dispersed the thick fog.

The opportunity is fleeting.

The murderous arrow was grasped, and at this moment it locked the figure of the black-clothed young man, and his fingers had fallen on the wooden wrench, moving slightly.