Long Yan Liantong!

The young man in white sat cross-legged on top of the fiery red lotus leaf.

A colored divine stone hovered in front of it, releasing a winding and undulating colored beam that connected to the center of the young man's forehead!

At the foot of Longyan Lotus Mountain, Zi Ming, who couldn't bear to concentrate on cultivation, walked towards the bottom of the mountain with a branch in his hand.

I heard that there is a small town called Lianshan Town at the foot of this Longyan Mountain.

Where there are no monks all the year round, it is inhabited by all mortals.

"Alas...... It's been a hundred years, and Master and his old man can really sit still, God...... Why don't you give me a heart that is like water? ”

Ziming walked down the mountain along a stone ladder mountain road that Zijun casually opened up.

On both sides of the stone staircase aisle, there is a neat row of towering ginkgo trees, with golden leaves as thin as cicada wings.

When the breeze blows, the rustle is accompanied by the sound of fallen leaves.

Looking up, the towering ginkgo leaves cover the blue sky and white clouds above the stone staircase.

Only a few bright beams of sunlight shone through the gaps on the stone staircase.

The little scholar in white raised his hand to block his eyes, just because the sunlight through the gap was as dazzling as the sparkling blue waves on the surface of the lake.

"It's autumn again, Master and his old man like autumn scenery the most, but it's a pity that this good golden season can only be enjoyed by me alone."

With a sigh of emotion, the little scholar in white jumped up and walked down the mountain.

From time to time, he also muttered a few lines of poetry.

"The trees are full of golden autumn, and the ginkgo never lives up to the season...... The flowers bloom and fall for another season, and Master is my father...... This last sentence is well done! Master must love to hear it. ”

couldn't help but look up and laugh, and after laughing for a while, Ziming turned his head to look at the foot of Long Yanlian Mountain.

Large rice fields are planted with golden ears of rice, which sway happily in the wind when the autumn breeze blows.

The ears of rice with full grains seem to tell farmers that this autumn is the harvest season.

Throwing away the branch in his hand, Zi Ming jumped down and used the method of controlling the sky that Zi Jun had taught him.

I saw his whole person floating above the rice field, like a sparrow soaring under the blue sky and white clouds.

It's just that what he didn't know was that there was already a stunned little girl standing in the middle of the rice field.

Half a head taller than Inaho, she only showed a pair of bright and clean eyes.

As far as the eye can see, it is the purple tree flying above the rice field.

There was shock in her eyes! Envy, and longing!

The autumn wind blew the straw hat on top of her head, but fortunately a small hemp rope was tied underneath, so that the autumn wind did not take the yellow straw hat.

Raising her hand to press the straw hat on her head, the little girl wanted to open her mouth to call out to the white-clothed scholar.

But because of the fear in her heart, the little girl didn't dare to speak.

"Original...... There really is an immortal in this world, he should be the fairy child in Old Man Hu's mouth......"

The little girl looked at Ziming's flying figure and ran hard between the rice fields, as if she wanted to catch up with Ziming flying in mid-air.

It's a pity that the flesh is mortal, how can human power catch up with the immortals.

After running for two quarters of an hour, the little girl was out of breath and tired.

Looking up, the direction in which Ziming flew was where Lianshan Town was located.

"Great! The place where Fairchild goes is a small town, and I will definitely find him. ”

The little girl smiled happily and hurried to the town, as if she was afraid of missing it.

Lianshan Town! The entire outside of the town was shrouded in a great array born from heaven and earth!

It's weird and weird, and it's not weird!

When a monk enters this place, he is not only a mortal who is a mortal, but also must not disturb the people in the town too much.

If this law is violated, the great array outside the town will be robbed and fallen!

What's more, they are haunted by that bad luck! It is difficult to resolve the poverty in a lifetime!

There is a Tao that is a yin and a yang, that is, the image of nature, although the two are yin and yang, they are one!

If you are honest and do your duty, do good deeds and accumulate virtue in the town, and only seek its treasure and do not hurt others.

Not only can you have great luck! There is a chance to rain down that wisp of heavenly luck!

Legend has it that the Nine Streams Sect! Shushan Sword Sect! The ancestor of the mountain! It is the person of luck who has come out of this place.

Although this ninth-rate sect is called ninth-rate, it does not mean that its strength is low!

Opposite! This Nine-Stream Sect of the Flood Wasteland Realm is on par with the general trend of the Three Sects!

And the reason why the three sects are ranked high is thanks to the Dao Ancestor in the sect!

The names of those three saints, who doesn't know the entire flood force?

Naturally, it will give the three religions a few thin noodles.

"Yo! Little friend, I look at your extraordinary appearance! You don't need to be lucky in a few days! ”

At the entrance of the town, there is a fortune-telling stall, and a very eye-catching flag stands next to the stall.

Hexagram is not lost! Lucky Everspring!

"What? Master's clothes, put in the southern country of Shu, can be worth 10,000 taels of silver! Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the master is extraordinary! ”

Rolling his eyes, the Ziming man was a big ghost, and walked towards the town with his back hand.

"The eyes are bright and bright, white and black are bright, the first birthday and the moon, and the face is like a dragon! Xiaoyou's face is not like an immortal, but better than an immortal! ”

The fortune teller weighed the three copper plates in his hand, sat in a chair and talked eloquently.

Don't talk about it! On the sun and moon corners of Ziming's forehead, a skull is obviously protruding, and it is not obvious when you look at it sideways.

If it weren't for the master who stroked the usual physiognomy with his hands, if he didn't have Taoism, he really wouldn't be able to break off this pair of dragon horns.

Stopping, Ziming took five steps backwards and came to the fortune teller's stall.

Glancing sideways at him, he asked expressionlessly.

"What else?"

"The following needs to charge Xiaoyou ten cents, if Xiaoyou is ......!" Before the fortune teller could finish speaking, Zi Ming took out a piece of silver from his cuff and put it on his table.

The fortune teller's eyes suddenly lit up, and he coughed seriously.

"Name call."

"There is a single surname and a purple, and there is no shore in the sea." Zi Ming said curiously.

The fortune teller closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, and the more he counted down, the deeper the frown between his eyebrows became!

After a while, he opened his eyes and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, looking shocked.

"Little friend, this ingot of silver, you take it back, forgive the little one for not having the ability, we won't put this stall in the future, we will meet in the mountains and rivers! Say goodbye! ”

After saying that, the fortune teller ran to the town without a stall, as if he was running for his life.

"The hidden dragon is in the wild fairy pool, and it is difficult to be auspicious when luck arises! If you don't climb to the top of the immortal when you look up, you will be immortal when you look down! Hahaha! I've seen the immortals! Hahaha! ”

The fortune teller man was like crazy, and when he ran on the street, he met people and said that he had seen immortals.

"Alas...... It seems that the young master has a deep immortal fate, and he actually looked stupid to the mortal people, and he was guilty of sin and sin......"

Shaking his head and sighing, Ziming put away the silver on the stall and walked into the town with his feet raised.

As soon as the front foot left, the straw hat girl who was late raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and the girl ran home excitedly.

"Gu Sui! Gu Sui! Come out of here! I went to the fields and saw the immortals! Hu Laogui didn't lie to us! ”

The little girl in the straw hat had a wheat-yellow complexion on her face, a complexion that was common only to those who used to work in the fields.

There are a few freckles on both cheeks, but they still can't stop her natural and delicate facial features.

"Who has a big dream, I know it in my life, oops...... You mud-legged people, you love to dream, and you are immortals? You let it come to my house and have a look? ”

(End of chapter)