The clouds and mist are shrouded, and the huge mountain peaks plunge into the sky, I don't know how many thousand zhang high, and the clouds and mist on them are layered on top of each other; in the cold wind that is still a little steep, the mountains are full of blue waves, and the pines, cypresses, and cold bamboos show their own style in the clouds and mist.

But here, there is more than one such peak, and everywhere you look, there are all such peaks. Between the peaks, the clouds and mist turn into chains, linking the peaks, and each mountain is verdant and the birds and beasts chirp incessantly.

The swirling clouds and mist make the people who live on the mountain peak not even see the shadow at the foot of the mountain, and there are only vast clouds and mist all around! If Xiao Hao was here, he would definitely shout: What a worldly immortal atmosphere.

And in the midst of this mist, someone is flying. It was the five figures, each full of anxiety during the flight, and it was not until a certain moment that they plunged into an invisible protective barrier that the five breathed a sigh of relief.

The face of the first person changed rapidly, from an old appearance to a middle-aged appearance, and the next four people changed instantly, two men and two women, the male was graceful, and the female had ethereal hair, each of them was the pride of heaven who did not know how many times stronger than ordinary people; any one in the world can make people scream.

But at this moment, after everyone had subsided their nervousness, they were all angry.

"Master, won't you avenge the revenge of the little junior brother!The little junior brother died so miserably!" The first man stepped on the flying sword, his face full of anger.

"Hey......" The middle-aged man in front sighed, his tone was full of exhaustion! And in this exhaustion, there was even more sorrow that could not be dissolved, "Qingsong, first of all, we haven't found out who killed Qingyun, if it weren't for the master's use of supernatural calculations, we wouldn't even know that the bronze tripod was actually auctioned in the Treasure Pavilion of Qingzhou Mansion."

Now there is no innate vitality between heaven and earth, and we can only temporarily hide in this blessed land of Shushan.

And. You have also seen the combat ability of those luck masters! Words and words, it is not at all something that we can compare. If it weren't for the fact that they knew that they were wrong, and for the sake of our fellow Terrans, would you really think that we would be able to leave so easily today?"

"Squeak!" the four gritted their teeth, some clenched their fists. The little junior brother who has just been favored by the master. Not long after entering the door, he died inexplicably like this, which made these cultivators who had always been high above unacceptable.

But the reality is that 200 years ago, the last trace of innate aura in the world dissipated, and it was no longer suitable for cultivators to exist. And now, the cultivators can only retreat inside the mountain gate, relying on the blessed land to find the little innate aura to survive.

"Master. Are we declining like this?" a woman sighed faintly, "If this continues, at most a hundred years, the innate spiritual energy in our blessed land will be exhausted, and the first vein of Shushan will also be ...... at that time."

The woman didn't say anything in the end, and no one wanted to mention this heavy topic!

"No!" The middle-aged man looked up at the sky, "A few days ago, there was news from Wudang, and the innate gossip information has been displayed. The extremes of things must be reversed, and the hexagram has been shown to hang upside down.

It is estimated. This will be the last time that the innate aura will return to the light, but it will also be our chance! And it is precisely because of the return to the light that at the last moment, we will show enough mysteries of heaven and earth, and at that time, we will all have the opportunity to ascend to the immortal throne and transcend.

It won't take long. We will all pick up all the hatred accumulated over the centuries!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were resolute, flashing with a kind of madness and hideousness.

"Zizhu Peak Zizhu Zhenren has returned...... "Far away, there was a clear voice.

"Sect Master, do not fail in your mission. 5 million Qi Yun Coins, five times more than the expected 1 million. The autonomous real person pulled out a storage ring.

"Hmm!" After the sect master took the ring, his palm trembled, "Hey, I'm sorry for that kid Qingyun. For the sake of the entire sect, we even have to borrow his death to get 5 million Qi Luck Coins!"

"Sect Master, I think if Qingyun is still alive, I am willing. 5 million gas luck coins are enough to extend the qi luck of the entire Shushan blessed land for 50 years. ”

"Well, be kind to the child's family. The sect master took a deep breath, held the storage ring, and strode towards the back mountain. There, there is an ancestral temple of Shu Mountain, and the ancestral temple here is not dedicated to ancestors or immortals, but to Shu Mountain!

With a bang, the mountain-like Qi Luck Coin was poured out, and in an instant, it covered the entire Ancestral Temple, and at that moment, it seemed that the entire Shushan Mountain was trembling - it was excited!

Under the complicated etiquette, watching the 5 million Qi Luck Coins slowly disappear, feeling the vitality of Shushan rising again, feeling the richer innate vitality around them, and feeling the more relaxed and refreshing atmosphere, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But there is a thick, indissolvable melancholy!

In the era of the end of the Dharma, the sorrow of the cultivators! The cultivators who once crisscrossed the heavens and the earth could only survive in the blessed land of the caves, waiting for the legendary "return to the light".

Of course, cultivators are not unprepared for this era of the end of the Dharma!

-- This -- is called -- dividing -- cutting -- line --

"Chirping...... "The bird doesn't know the sorrow of the youth, every day is before dawn, and he has begun to fight for the little insects."

"Woo......" Xiao Hao got up from the bed with difficulty, rubbed his brows, last night, Xiao Hao slept after early in the morning.

Yesterday, 30 boxes of health charms brought Xiao Hao more than 3,000 Qi Luck Coins. Xiao Hao removed all kinds of expenses and the Qi Luck Coins for Yun'er, and the rest of his hands was only 9,500 Qi Luck Coins. It looks like a lot, but ...... But last night, the Qi Luck Spirit Snake swallowed more than 300 Qi Luck coins in one bite, allowing Xiao Hao to stand up until the early hours of the morning!

And now, Xiao Hao is still a little uncomfortable -- he has eaten too much! This feeling is very unpleasant, not because he has eaten in his stomach, but because he has a spiritual snake; this kind of mental pressure makes Xiao Hao a little drowsy. And now, the luck spirit snake is still lying lifeless in the middle of the three tripods, and only the book of heaven is churning happily.

After eating the collective breakfast, this time Ye Tianlongzhang did not leave immediately, "Geniuses, after my efforts, two days later, we will go to the Pingyun Peak Spring Tour in Qingzhou Mansion, which is also a spring festival." Get ready, everyone. Three days later we all went by flying boat. After that, we will not return here, but go directly to the Qingzhou Mansion Holy Courtyard to participate in the assessment.

Here, I wish all the geniuses a smooth luck. ”

After Ye Tianlong finished speaking, he had already left, leaving time for these students who were too energetic. Originally, these people were geniuses. is still a teenager, one by one, purple and upward, the Jedi is a typical example of the kind of mental power that is too strong.

"Spring Festival, what is Spring Festival?" Xiao Hao didn't know.

"Spring Festival! We are going to Pingyun Peak to hold a spring festival!" Unlike Xiao Hao, Kong Jie had already exclaimed. In any case, this Kong Jie, as a child of the Kong family, and he is still local, knows a lot more than Xiao Hao and others.

Moreover, because of Kong Jie's personality and the relationship between the Kong family, many people also have a good relationship with Kong Jie. At this time, many people turned their heads to look at Kong Jie.

"Gongzi Kong, can you please explain what the Spring Festival is?" A glutinous and sweet voice sounded, and then a figure of Na walked slowly. Everywhere you go, you are greeted with envious eyes.

Today's Murong Xiao is dressed in pale yellow clothes, with a waterfall of hair, and several jasper pendants. It's like a fairy Ling Chen, followed by a maid in a lake-green dress and holding a guqin, and the simple dress makes the eyes of the teenagers on the scene straight. Quite a few timid ones. Still squinting and peeking at it.

Baigong pianists, because they are born to play, are relatively open-minded, unlike Confucianism, which has some restrictions on women. And this kind of style makes many people swallow saliva secretly. Even Xiao Hao had some straight eyes.

"Hmph!" a soft snort came from behind Xiao Hao. Xiao Hao turned his head and found that a trace of ...... flashed in Yun'er's eyes Vinegar!

"Oops......" Immediately, Xiao Hao heard Murong Xiao exclaim, looked back, and found that Murong Xiao was actually ...... I'm about to fall! And my body is already at a 45-degree angle to the ground! At this time, if there is no one else to save me. is destined to fall into a very indecent position, which is the kind of posture that pounces directly......

At that moment, Xiao Hao even caught the horror that flashed in the eldest lady's eyes...... If you pounce like this, you will really have no face in the future!

"Lizheng!" finally Xiao Hao reacted fast enough!

"Huh!" In an instant, I saw that Murong Xiao suddenly stood up straight as if he was a marionette; no, this Jedi is a clip from a zombie movie, and with horror music, he suddenly stood upright! But he finally avoided an embarrassing falling posture.

At this time, Xiao Hao carefully observed the situation just now; it turned out that Murong Xiao was passing in front of Lu Chaoyun just now, but Lu Chaoyun didn't know why, so he was excited and knocked over the porridge and it flowed to the ground at once; as a result, Murong Xiao, who had always been elegant, stepped on it, so needless to say, there was no need to talk about the back! Even, Murong Xiao's neat dress was a little stained, and it looked really uncomfortable. It's like seeing a bewitching peony lying on its stomach not with bees, but with flies!

"This ...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" At this time, even Lu Chaoyun's thick face turned red, "You know, I injured my arm yesterday and haven't recovered yet...... I'm sorry...... I'm so sorry......"

The people around looked at Lu Chaoyun's face, and it became even more weird, this guy ......

Even Murong Xiao's gaze at Lu Chaoyun was full of contempt. That gaze was dazzling even to others, and Lu Chaoyun, who was the person concerned, was simply embarrassed at the moment! Regardless of whether this incident was a real accident or a fake accident, Lu Chaoyun's fame was completely at the lowest point anyway.

But Murong Xiao came from a family after all, and he was also extraordinary, and he smiled very elegantly, but his tone and posture were full of indifference, "It's okay, it's just a little accident." ”

Then Murong Xiao turned around, looked at Xiao Hao, smiled slightly, and bent down slightly, "Thank you for Xiao Gongzi's righteousness." ”

"It's just a gesture. Xiao Hao's smile was a little unnatural, but seeing the muddy water on Murong Xiao's feet, Xiao Hao pondered slightly for a while, and suddenly spoke: "Spotless." ”

A breeze swept in, circled around Murong Xiao's body, and then suddenly dissipated. After that, the stains on Murong Xiao's body all disappeared.

"Good!" said Mo Xinfang as the drummer next to him.

"Miss Murong, sit here with me, and I'll sit with Brother Mo. Xiao Hao got up at this time.

"Thank you. Facing Xiao Hao, Murong Xiao smiled brightly, at that moment, even Xiao Hao felt his heart skip a beat! Just vaguely, Xiao Hao felt that although this Murong Xiao was beautiful, he always felt a little weird - even when he faced the perfect dragon princess, Xiao Hao was not like this.

However, despite this, he still came to the position of Mo Xinfang next to him and gave up his position to Murong Xiao.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the transfer, Xiao Hao glanced at Yun'er with a smile, if the incident just now had nothing to do with this little girl, there would be a ghost!

"Hee ......" Yun'er has been a little cold after looking at Xiao Hao, and suddenly thawed, and smiled brightly, but soon regained that kind of cold expression, which seemed to say: I only smiled at you.

"Brother Xiao, that's good!" After Mo Xinfang saw Xiao Hao, he praised in a voice that only the two of them could hear, and stretched out his thumb.

"Let's listen to Brother Confucius explain what the Spring Festival is. Trouble Brother Kong. Xiao Hao changed the subject. (To be continued......)