(This chapter is a bit small.,I'll add a more chapter later.,Don't wait.,Get up early to read)

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Lin Shouxi once read Gong Ying's notes.

More than 300 years have passed, and although Gong Ying's name is rarely mentioned by Shenshan, there is no doubt that this girl has been a genius since she was a child, but a genius like her has repeatedly retreated for a hundred years, and she has not been able to break the shackles of the human and divine realm. If it weren't for the Tribulation of the True Kingdom, she didn't know how many years she would have been trapped in the half-step human god.

Chu Miao is also a legend of a generation, but in the two hundred years since she completed the great cause of revenge, she has never been able to take the last half step in the realm of human gods.

The goddesses of the Holy Soil Temple are famous all over the world, but the price of their becoming human gods is to become sword slaves.

Throughout the ages, there have been many great immortals who have become the third level of the Immortal Realm before the age of thirty, but most of them, even if they die, have not been able to surpass their thirty-year-old selves. The early wisdom in cultivation is often confusing, and the avenue of the realm of people and gods is the real touchstone.

When Lin Shouxi chatted with Mu Shijing, he talked about it. "Not really."

Mu Shijing was changing clothes behind the screen, and while she listened, she said lightly, "Sometimes, the fairy realm can also become a great avenue moat."

Mu Shijing has never been able to cross the gray tomb and reach the immortals, Lin Shouxi often jokingly calls her "the power of the Yuan Chi Realm" Mu Shijing heard this title at first, quite resentful, but now he has accepted the mercy of fate, and there is no wave in his heart when he ridicules himself..... After all, the first Yuan Chi Realm in the world is also the first in the world!

"Could it be that you have already stepped into the human god and are ready to attack the final pass of the human god realm?" Mu Shijing asked again. "Not yet."

Lin Shouxi said honestly, "But it should have been a few years." "Really..... It's fast." Mu Shijing sighed.

She could personally feel the rapid progress of Lin Shouxi's realm, at first, when Lin Shouxi dealt with her, he would still fight with her, she launched a ruthless attack, Lin Shouxi even wanted to sacrifice such a mastery as a dragon snatcher, but later, Lin Shouxi became more and more understated when dealing with her, from two hands to one, and gradually reduced his fingers.

Now, it has reached the point where 'the saint of the Daomen can be destroyed with a snap of her fingers'.

Mu Shijing still felt aggrieved in the past, and even asked Lin Shouxi: "If this continues, can I only be your furnace?"

Lin Shouxi told her categorically that Yuan Chijing couldn't be a furnace, so that she could rest assured.

After Mu Shijing listened, like a little tiger with fried hair, he had been arguing with him for a long time, Lin Shouxi coaxed her for a few days, not only gave the example of the immortal invitation to cultivate for six hundred years, but also told her that no matter what, in the Daomen, you are better than Xiaobai Zhu.

Now, Mu Shijing has been relieved and calls himself a "micro-service private visit to Yuan Chijing".

She took care of herself behind the screen to change her clothes and makeup, the candle flame illuminated the elegant screen crimson, the girl projected on it, is a gently swaying fairy shadow, the girl's fairy body is a long time can not shake the anomaly, she is still graceful and beautiful, every line is full of youthful elasticity, and in the antique atmosphere dyed with mysterious demonic meaning.

The ancients often said that the pain of three years and the itch of seven years, Mu Shijing did not understand this, they are like glue every day, inseparable, years of wind and frost baptism, but more tender and sweet.

Of course, Mu Shijing does not admit the so-called "match made in heaven", and verbally, Lin Shouxi is still an old enemy who will be defeated by her sooner or later and trampled underfoot.

"We've lived here for years." Mu Shijing said. "Hmm."

"How many years?"

At first, Mu Shijing would write the word "positive" on Lin Shouxi to calculate the day, but after she was reversed, she abandoned this strategy. Although Lin Shouxi will express the change of the four seasons in the form of murals, over time, Mu Shijing can't remember how many springs, summers, autumns and winters she has passed.

Lin Shouxi is her calendar.

"I don't remember exactly." Lin Shouxi smiled.

"Don't lie, you'll remember." Mu Shijing turned to Xiujing, looked at him, and asked, "Ten years? Or twenty years?"

Lin Shouxi was silent.

Mu Shijing snorted lightly and said, "Outside the stuffy gourd, there is nothing

Ask more. Indeed, many years.....

Over the years, in addition to her practice, she has also done many things.

She practiced her already exquisite skills of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to the peak, and also personally developed many novel musical instruments and study utensils, not only that, but she also cast an ice and snow fortress in the snow sea of the underground palace, and built the dragon palace with coral as a brick in the sea land.

In addition, she was originally very reluctant to buy the utensils in the Youting Yaju, but gradually, she not only realized the fun here, but even based on this, she refined a lot of different treasures.

It was a drunken and unbearable time, and even made her unable to tell for a while, whether it was the people who were dominating the utensils, or the utensils that were dominating the people, to this day, Mu Shijing recalls it every time, and the small toes that are as delicate as pearls still can't help but curl up.

It was also during that time that Lin Shouxi cultivated the art of alchemy to the fullest.

Lin Shouxi was a genius in cultivation, but even if his alchemy technique had already been completed, the alchemy method of the Nine Ming Saint King was still just beginning.

At the beginning, Mu Shijing helped him break through the Ding Huo from Void White to Pale White, but it was not enough to have the Pale Ding Huo, he must have the realm that matched it.

Only the most powerful Pale Ding Fire and Realm can give birth to the true sun, otherwise, like the palace master of the known palace, even if he exhausts his life, he will only refine a wisp of the flame of the Nine Ming Saint King.

If you can't cultivate people and gods, everything is empty talk. "Don't you have faith?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Before the bottleneck of the human and god realm is truly broken, no one dares to say that they will definitely be able to break through the realm." Lin Shouxi replied.

"In other words, it's a matter of luck, right?" "Perhaps."

"You're in luck, then." Mu Shijing said, "How can a person with bad luck marry such a good wife?"

Mu Shijing thought he was going to refute, but Lin Shouxi thought about it, but said, "Yes, how can I have a woman like Shi Jing by my side, I'm afraid that I will use all my luck to seek a Taoist companion."

"I'm very self-aware today." Mu Shijing said. Lin Shouxi smiled.

The smile quickly retracted.

He said, "I might have to go into retreat for a while." "Oh."

Mu Shijing said coldly, "Isn't it common for monks to retreat, why is the tone so serious?" "It could take months, maybe years." Lin Shouxi said again.

"Oh, what do you mean by this, it sounds like I can't live without you." Mu Shijing sighed, and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of myself."

After speaking.

Mu Shijing happened to change his clothes and walked out slowly from behind the screen.

The girl's naked jade feet stepped on the ground gently, the fine gold chain ornaments tied around her ankles were just right, her smooth jade legs were exposed, the clothes were translucent tulle, which hung down over the hips, and the gauze skirt was embroidered with antique dark lines, but it was too light, even the hair that hung like a waterfall was more like a dress than this white dress. The girl's neck is decorated with a pale gold neck ring, and the inlaid bells swaying with a crisp sound.

Lin Shouxi looked at it stupidly for a long time. "It's beautiful." He said.

Mu Shijingyu's legs are staggered, the waist and hips are swinged, and the black velvet tail hanging behind the skirt also shakes out a smart rhythm.

She hugged Lin Shouxi's neck and kissed him carefully for a while, and then, a cunning light flashed in the girl's black eyes, and she said, "Cultivation is not easy, since you are about to embark on the final road, then my sister will condescend and come to practice for you."

Lingering and compassionate. Afterwards. Lin Shouxi went to retreat.

Mu Shijing sat alone in the boudoir and stroked the qin, and in the sound of the murmur, she suddenly smiled faintly, got up and wiped off all the murals on the wall, and personally picked up the pen and replaced them with ice and snow.

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Beyond the necromantic snowfield, the cold wind whimpered.

This year's wind was surprisingly strong, but the walls of the snow-capped mountains were like real boundaries, keeping the wind out of the way. The seal is still there, and the gray tomb is still there.

It no longer disturbs humanity, but it is also like a real pool of stagnant water, unable to make a ripple of its own. Over the years, the real country has gotten

Reconstruction.

Many ancient forces, such as the Holy Tree Courtyard and the Dragon Lord Hall, have become the dust of history, and a sect called "Daomen" suddenly rose many years ago, and now it is firmly in the position of the head of the Thirteen Spirit Sects.

The identity of the master of the Daomen is extremely mysterious, and the world only knows that it is a woman, but no one has ever seen her true face. At the same time, the Daomen also has a seat for the Holy Maiden, but this Daomen Holy Maiden is a vacant seat, and no one is qualified for it so far. In short, the calamity has passed, the rebuilt kingdom has gradually returned to its former prosperity, and the people are obsessed with monasticism, and rarely mention the Lord of the Grey Tomb again.

Far away on the other side of the earth, the sacred mountain is also about the same. Both human civilizations have been restored to tranquility.

Mount Kinabalu. Outside the wilderness.

In an inconspicuous village.

"In the year 1170 of the imperial calendar, the Black Scale Monarch broke into the city and fought with His Majesty, but was defeated by His Majesty and left. In the same year, the god of the tide awakened for the second time, setting off a monstrous catastrophe, His Majesty took the sword out of the city, and then cut the tide and blocked it outside the god wall, this battle laid a solid foundation for the peaceful development of the mountain in the next hundred years..... ＂

In the deserted village and wild store, a girl named Qu Ling held a book in her hand, and her mouth was full of broken thoughts.

"Okay, okay, don't carry it, we are following the evil slayer out of the city to kill the evil spirit, and we finally come out for a trip, so you can stop for a while."

Next to him, a gray-clothed young man interrupted coldly.

"Kill the evil and return to the evil, and return to the mountain after the evil is killed, and the exam will be taken in less than a month, the history of the sacred mountain is a very important coursework, and it is not okay to memorize it well, hey, Wang Shishan, do you want to take the last place again?" Qu Ling said angrily, "If you take the exam so badly again, I won't help you plead with Master."

"Master.....

When the young man named Wang Shishan heard the word "Master", he couldn't help but shudder. They are all disciples of the Divine Shoushan.

And their master is a very famous iceberg fairy in Shenshou Mountain, many disciples who joined her at the beginning regretted it, for no other reason, but this iceberg fairy is too ruthless", she is extremely strict with her disciples, except for a well-behaved girl like Qu Ling, who has been working hard since childhood, everyone else is bitter.

"Yes, Master is so beautiful, why is he so fierce?" The disciple on the side also chimed in.

"Master is for our good, Master always believes that the disaster is far from over, and she is strict with us now, hoping that we can not only protect ourselves in the future, but also contribute to the human race." Qu Ling explained seriously.

The others ignored Qu Ling's admonition, and when they heard Qu Ling memorizing this history, they discussed some "interesting anecdotes" with great interest.

"I heard that a hundred years ago, a goddess in a green skirt descended from the sky on the god wall, and that goddess in a green skirt is the key to intercepting the god of the tide..... Well, many people have seen it with their own eyes, and I don't believe you to ask your elders."

"The Goddess of the Green Skirt...... Well, I've heard that this goddess is also related to our Sacred Guard, but then she disappeared, and some people guess that she died in battle."

Qu Ling had heard about it.

But such a thing as a goddess descending from heaven to protect the human race sounds too absurd and bizarre, more like something that only happens in myths and legends. There is no record of this in the official history.

Qu Ling was still thinking nonsense, and the topic of the disciples had turned to the wind, and it had already gone to the others. "It is said that at that time, there was a mountain owner on Mt. Shinmori, and then he mysteriously disappeared."

"The one surnamed Lin..... I also heard that it is said that he was a thief who was lucky enough to get the jade seal of the sacred mountain, and then the sacred mountain was in great trouble, he fled overnight with the divine seal, and after the disaster was eliminated, he was ashamed of his escape and was embarrassed to come back."

"Well, my parents also said the same, hum, this incident warns us that we must be down-to-earth in doing things, even if the deceitful thief is lucky enough to get the fortune of heaven, he is not capable of holding it."

Listening to their small talk, Qu Ling, who has always had a good temper, suddenly raised her eyebrows, stood up, and shouted, "Shut up!"

The disciples were taken aback by her sudden reprimand.

"Senior Sister Qu, what's wrong with you?" Someone asked. "Lord Lin Mountain is a good one

people."

Qu Ling made a small face, and then added, "What Master said." The disciples were silent.

In the school, Master did say more than once that the world misunderstood Lord Lin Shan, who was a very good person and had done a lot of great things. But the disciples didn't believe it, because they had heard something else from their elders, such as that back then, their master had a good relationship with the mountain lord and was suspected of being a lover.....

"That's just Master's words." The disciple said in a good voice, "If the Lord of Lin Mountain is really a good person, why should he run away with a weak heart? The immortal masters of the Divine Guard Mountain are all sensible people, and I believe that they will not make things difficult for a good person."

"That is, he ran away, and even took away the seal of the sacred mountain, causing the god to guard the mountain without an owner for a hundred years, and let Yunkong Mountain and Patriarch Mountain see jokes in vain." Another disciple was also indignant.

Qu Ling believes in Master. She wanted to refute.

But she also knew that her rebuttal was pale and weak, and unless the mountain lord returned to the mountain and solved the misunderstanding of history, everything would be empty talk.

Of course, her belief is meaningless.

It's not so much that she believes in the mountain master, but that she just believes that the master won't deceive people. "Qu Ling, I believe in you."

At this time, Wang Shishan was on her side.

When the rest of the disciples saw this scene, they all thought that he had a crush on Senior Sister Qu Ling, and they couldn't help but boo. Qu Ling also blushed, and said angrily: "The pure one is self-purifying, who wants you to believe it."

With that, she picked up the book, covered her cheeks, and stopped talking.

Wang Shishan was a little at a loss, he scratched his head, and Mu Ne said, "I.... I really believe it." The disciples didn't pay any attention to them either.

They have little interest in the history of a hundred years ago.

Soon, the disciples talked about the newly released list of goddesses in the Shenshan Mansion newspaper.

"Master has entered two more this time, and he is already ranked ninth, which is really amazing..."

"Well, it seems that the person who wrote the list this time is quite discerning, and the last list dared to let people all over the world spend money to buy votes for the election, I really want to go crazy for money, but fortunately, the acting head of the sect came forward in person and stopped this ridiculous act, otherwise no one would believe this goddess list."

The disciples chimed in.

Someone else asked, "By the way, who is the number one goddess on the list this time?"

"Who else could it be? Of course, it is the one from the Trumen of Yunkong Mountain, in the last list, the great fairy of the Patriarch Mountain Tai'a Sword Sect spent thousands of dollars, but she failed to shake her top position, of course this time it is her."

"Yes, she is now a well-deserved number one fairy, I really want to meet her and see if she is as beautiful as the legend."

While the disciples were talking, the trumpet suddenly sounded. This is the rallying cry.

The disciples were well-trained, and immediately silenced, took the talisman and sword to subdue the demons, and left the room quickly and orderly, heading to the village square.

The disciples have been here for seven days.

In the past seven days, they only accepted the hospitality of the villagers, but they did not see half of the demons, today the horn sounded, the disciples who were already eager to try were extremely excited, eager to immediately go to fight the demons and evil, try the edge of this sword.

Leading them was the senior brother of the Evil Slayer. The disciples arrived.

The senior brother divided them into four columns and gave them a task. "Where to go after that, do you hear clearly?" Senior brother asked. "I hear you clearly."

The disciples stood up straight and replied in unison.

"It's good to be clear." The senior brother exhaled and said, "Now that it is clear, follow the route I gave you and evacuate."

"Evacuate?!" The disciples were stunned.

They suspect they have misheard.

Didn't you go to kill demons, what's the matter with the sudden evacuation?

"The information is wrong, I'm afraid the one who will wake up in Quicksand Village this time is not a red-level demon." The senior brother explained.

"What's that? Could it be immortal-level? With a senior brother in charge, the immortal-level demon is not invincible......" The strength of the immortal-level demon is very close to the immortal realm of the monk.

"Neither

Yes."

Senior Brother shook his head and said in a cold voice, "The one who woke up this time is most likely a hidden-level great demon..... Okay, don't ask, don't evacuate, no one will be able to leave later."

Cryptobiotic ..... Qu Ling was also stunned.

The demons of the hidden level, the worst in strength, have at least the strength of the peak of the immortal realm, and the strong in the hidden level have reached the level of the human god realm, which is not something that these little disciples can compete with at all.

The only way to do this is to escape.

"Master? Didn't Master say that he would come to supervise the battle? If the master is also ....." Qu Ling suddenly raised her hand and asked loudly.

"Master has arrived, and that's exactly what she ordered." The senior brother replied. The voice fell.

There seemed to be a wind and snow drifting, and a white shadow swept through the air, fluttering in front of everyone. The fairy is dressed in white and carries a sword, the person is like a snow sculpture, the sword is like a jade cast, and the posture is like a dream.

"Disciple to meet Master." The disciples said one after another.

"What are you still grinding with? Do you want me to carry the sedan chair and ask you to go?" The fairy in white glanced around and asked coldly.

She is Ning Xu.

The contemporary master of Xuanxian Gate, the ninth fairy in the world, Ning Xu.