The speed of the flying boat slowed down, and Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shishi's eyes did not blink, staring at the ground in front of them and opening their huge mouths and swallowing the picture of the great sun.

Xia Jing glanced at Wei Yuhe, no wonder the speed of the flying boat had been slower since the morning, it was originally to show this scenery.

He looked at the mountains, but he didn't look at the biting sun peak that Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shishi were staring at, among the eleven peaks in the seven big and four small, what he didn't like the most was the biting sun peak, he didn't like its name, he didn't like its appearance, and he didn't like the reverence for that mountain peak in Wei Yuhe's eyes.

He looked at a mountain that stood alone between heaven and earth, far from the other ten peaks, and the peak was lush and green, and the sunset hung down on its waist like a crimson tree, and the clouds were gathered on its mountain, and it was a crown of white feathers.

"That's Qinglan Peak, where Qingxia Ancestor cultivates." Wei Yuhe noticed his gaze and explained.

The sun wheel fell behind the mountain, and the light was hidden in the shadows of the mountains.

The flying boat landed at the waist of the small peak to the west.

Unlike the seven peaks, which are full of life, nearly half of the trees on the four low peaks have been cut down and wooden pavilions are dotted within. The small peak they stepped on was the one with the fewest trees.

"Tomorrow is the Harvest Ceremony, and you have a good night's rest here. Next to him is the disciple who is leading, just follow him. Wei Yuhe stood on the flying boat and looked at the three people on the ground.

Thinking of the rewards he was about to receive from the sect and the envy of his fellow disciples, he stroked his beard happily.

Yun Yiyi felt melancholy, after stepping his family and neighbors, this kind old man was also leaving. She took Xia Jing's palm and leaned against the young man's side.

Zhao Shishi raised his head and said, "Elder Wei's Xiaomei Peak can accept apprentices?" ”

After three days of companionship, he had a good impression of the kind and easy-going Wei Yuhe, and fell in love with Xiao Meifeng.

"Yes." Wei Yuhe nodded happily.

He looked at Xia Jing again, among the three immortal seedlings, Zhao Shiren was a stoic stone as his name suggested; The clouds are like clouds, and they are like willows on the shore of a lake; The summer scene is the lake, calm and deep.

Wei Yuhe likes that stone the most and values that Wang Lake the most. What's more, the lake seems to be hiding secrets related to the cultivation world.

Xia Jing didn't respond to his gaze. Yun Yiyi looked at him, then at the young man beside him, and did not speak.

"I'm leaving, see you tomorrow at the ceremony!" Wei Yuhe shook his head, and the imperial boat flew up and disappeared into the dim high sky of the night.

The disciple who had been waiting for a long time next to him came and led Xia Jing and the three of them to a short distance.

Although it was on the mountain, the road was not rough, and it was as flat as if it had been cut with a sword a hundred feet long.

Their accommodation was a small courtyard with three rooms, and it happened that there were three of them.

The wheel of the sun was completely lost below the horizon, the last rays of light faded, and the starlight shimmered in the dark night.

"Tomorrow morning, there will be a flying boat to pick you up, so remember to get up before sunrise."

The disciple coldly dropped this sentence and walked out of the door, but Zhao Shishi's retention not only did not make him stop, but made him speed up his pace.

The courtyard was quiet, the shadow of the mountain was dark, towering behind them, and the wind carried a chill, like the breath of the mountain, and the hoarse chirping of insects was the sound of the breath of the mountain.

Yun Yiyi found that the "fairy world" was not as warm as in the storytelling, and the night on the mountain was as cold and silent as the night in the village.

"Why doesn't he pay attention to people?" Zhao Shishi put down his raised arm and looked at Xia Jing.

Xia Jing didn't just find a bamboo couch from somewhere, lay on it and yawned, he glanced at the courtyard door.

"That senior brother may be busy with cultivation." A loud voice came from behind the courtyard gate.

Zhao Shishi was shocked in his heart, he didn't hear the footsteps of the person who came, the other party's martial arts were even higher than him!

He instinctively tensed his muscles, his right foot retreated, and the next moment, he thought that this was the Immortal Mountain, and when he thought of Xia Jing's glance, he relaxed his heart.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and two dark shadows walked in.

"It wasn't the servants who received us, but the disciples of this small pond peak, so they were naturally more arrogant." The man at the head continued.

Another person who looked like a servant slapped on the courtyard wall, pinched his hand, and the surroundings suddenly brightened, reflecting their appearance, and also the faces of the three Xia Jing.

The man at the head wears a bright yellow robe, and the man who pinches his hands wears a gray gown, the robe is simple and luxurious, and the gown is just the most ordinary gown.

Zhao Shishi was shocked again, firstly, he was surprised that the color of the robe, yellow can only be used by the royal relatives, and secondly, the appearance and temperament of the young man in the yellow robe were so delicate and elegant.

The noble bright yellow complemented the handsome face of the young man, and the night seemed to have receded a little.

Zhao Shishi's direct gaze did not offend Li Jincheng, but let him enjoy it. Since he was a child, countless people have marveled at the perfection of his face, and every time he will show a humble smile, shake his head and say that it is just a skin.

In fact, this skin is not "just", on the contrary, it is where his pride lies, which he once ...... The only place that can compare to the royal brother.

Five years ago, he was detected with a spiritual root, and he added another victory, and a decisive victory.

He will be an immortal, soaring in the sky like an eagle, and his royal brother without spiritual roots, heh, is just an earthworm, worthy of eating some mud on the ground.

He waited for five years, and finally waited for the Fuguang Sect to open the mountain to accept disciples, and in the face of these fellow disciples who also had spiritual roots, his newfound pride quickly faded.

Although the national teacher who gave him the test told him that his uncle, who was an elder in the Fuguang Sect, told him that his spiritual root was of excellent quality, he was still worried before he reached tomorrow's ceremony and was sure that someone else's spiritual root was worse than his.

Pride comes from the confidence in victory, whether it is a spiritual power or a physical victory, his self-confidence in the spiritual root is not strong enough, in the private parts of his heart that he does not know, he pulls out the victory of the face that he has neglected for five years, and makes up for what he is missing.

Among the fellow disciples he has seen recently, he is still the most handsome one, and when he sees him, he will show the same eyes as Zhao Shishi in front of him, which is the eyes of the loser.

He enjoyed the look.

He never imagined that one day he would show such a look.

"Your Highness." The servant softly called his name.

He abruptly withdrew his gaze from staring at Xia Jing, jealousy flashing in his eyes, masked by a kind smile.

"You are?" Zhao Shishi asked suspiciously.

"Presumptuous, the one standing in front of you is my Royal Highness the Prince of Chunguo!" The gray-robed servant rebuked.

The humility had already been embedded in Zhao Shishi's brain, and he turned pale with fright, and fell to his knees.

Li Jincheng looked at Xia Jing and Yun Yiyi. Xia Jing didn't mean to bend his knees, or even get up, he lay on the bamboo couch, pillowing his arms, as if watching a juggling monkey.

Yun Yiyi saw that Xia Jing didn't care, and thought of the story she heard on the flying boat, she also didn't kneel, she looked at the lit courtyard curiously, wondering where the light source was.