In the west of the great dry, on the top of the mountains, between the clouds and mist, there is an antique attic looming.

This place is inaccessible and difficult for mortals to reach.

And one of the major sects of Xuanmen, the Xuannu Pavilion, is located here.

On this day, in front of the gate of Xuannu Pavilion Mountain, a visitor came.

An old man who knows his fate at an old age.

He was wearing a deliberately tidy and neat yellow robe, carrying a long sword with a red spike tied at the end behind his back, and his hair was also carefully combed, so that the roots were clear and distinct.

Behind him, a comatose girl was suspended.

Before coming to the mountain gate of the Xuannu Pavilion, Zhang Ciming stopped and waited for a while, and a female crown suddenly appeared behind the mountain gate.

Seeing the visitor, a complicated color appeared in Zhang Ciming's eyes, and just as he wanted to speak, the female crown opposite had taken the lead in speaking:

"What are you doing here?"

The voice is cold, and what is colder than the voice is the indifference in the eyes of the female crown.

She looks about forty, and through the curvature between her eyebrows and eyes, she can vaguely see the heavenly fragrance of her youth.

"......" looked at the female crown, Zhang Ciming seemed to remember something, his eyes were a little dim, he sighed imperceptibly, sorted out his emotions, and then said: "I found a girl with a cold special spirit, but she was invaded by gray qi in her heart, and she needs the nourishment of the spiritual land to have the possibility of survival. ”

While speaking, under Zhang Ciming's control, the girl suspended behind him slowly flew towards the female crown and stayed in front of her.

Hearing this, the female crown frowned slightly, she raised her hand and pressed it on Zhang Caili's wrist to detect her pulse.

After more than ten breaths, the female crown withdrew her hand, and her brows stretched slightly: "It is indeed a cold special spirit...... Gray qi invaded the heart vein, thanks to the spirit body, her degree of invasion was low, and there was a vitality to protect her origin, with the power of the cold spirit to nourish, when there is a possibility of recovery. ”

"The cold special spirit body should be quite suitable for your Xuannu Pavilion's exercises, how about it, can you save this child?" Zhang Ciming said.

The female crown nodded: "Leave her." ”

Everyone in the world thinks that it is extremely difficult to enter the Daomen, but as everyone knows, it is not a simple matter for the Daomen to find satisfactory disciples.

And the special spirit disciples who fit the sect's exercises are undoubtedly extremely popular.

As for the character of the disciple, it can only be investigated after Zhang Caili is saved.

Seeing that the female crown was willing to accept Zhang Caili, Zhang Ciming nodded: "This child's name is Zhang Caili, and it is pitiful to say, and his family members have all died in the gray domain. ”

When it comes to "death" and "gray domain", the female crown's eyes have become much colder, and even the clouds and mist that have shrouded the mountain peaks all year round have condensed into ice because of the changes in the female crown's mood, falling to the ground, and exploding into countless ice flowers.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ciming was also in a low mood: "Give me a bottle of Hanyu Pill, I'll be useful." ”

The women's crown sleeve robe waved: "Get out." ”

Zhang Ciming took the white jade bottle, and when he raised his eyes again, the figure of the female crown had disappeared, and Zhang Caili disappeared with it.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Ciming turned around and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

The cold wind blowing on the top of the mountain blows the hair, making the back of this lonely walking in the mountain road inexplicably gloomy.

……

In the Xuannu Pavilion, the female crown held the unconscious Zhang Caili and came to one of the spiritual places of the Xuannu Pavilion, Qingyou Pond.

The water of the pool is clear, with a hint of coldness, like an inverted mirror, without a trace of waves.

In the center of the quiet pool, there is a lotus leaf, and the lotus flower on it is still in the bud state, and it will not be released.

It is a strange plant of heaven and earth that only blooms once every hundred years in the spiritual land - "Tranquility Cold Lotus", each of which contains the power of creation.

The "Quiet Cold Lotus" that is about to bloom spontaneously pulls the power of the spiritual veins, making the spiritual energy of the spiritual land here more and more abundant.

To a certain extent, there is a symbiotic relationship between the spiritual land and the "Tranquility Cold Lotus".

The female crown's body rose from the ground, and she flew to the center of the quiet pool with Zhang Caili in her arms, and placed the girl on the lotus leaf.

Here, the gray qi that invaded the girl's heart will be removed as quickly as possible.

The female crown raised her fingers, the mana was condensed on the fingertips, the void was depicted, and in a breath, dozens of talismans were born in the air, flying around Zhang Caili's body lying on the lotus leaf, and finally formed a faint white light film, enveloping her delicate body.

After doing this, the female crown turned and left.

Under the traction of the magic circle, more aura washed Zhang Caili's body, and in this time and again, the gray qi in the girl's heart was decreasing little by little.

In the quiet pool, it is silent and quiet.

But what no one knew was that the girl lying on the lotus leaf at the moment had a shallow arc at the corner of her mouth.

A smile flashed, as if it were just an illusion.

If Wang Changsheng could see it with his own eyes at this moment, he would find that this smile was strikingly similar to the smile on the face of the scholar who raised a glass and invited him to drink under the old tree in the illusion.

……

Dragon Tiger Mountain, inside the pavilion.

Listening to the voice of "Child, welcome home", Wang Changsheng's heart trembled violently.

It was just an ordinary sentence, but it made him feel an inexplicable urge to cry.

The word "home" seems to him to be close at hand, but it also seems to be far away.

Although he has only been in this world for a week, the experience along the way has given Wang Changsheng the illusion that several years have passed.

"Qingfeng Guan, Li Lechun's disciple, disciple Wang Changsheng, meet the old man."

He was deeply respectful and respectful.

Although there was some speculation about the identity of the old Taoist priest in the pavilion, Wang Changsheng did not dare to make a conclusion before the other party admitted it, so he used the old gentleman as a substitute name.

"Huh." The old Taoist priest smiled slightly: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." ”

"But I prefer you to call me more than the old gentleman, Master."

"Why, that kid from Ciming didn't tell you that your master Le Chun is also my disciple?"

"Disciple Wang Changsheng, meet the ancestor." Wang Changsheng did not hesitate, he knelt directly on the ground and knocked his head three times.

"You little guy ......" Seeing Wang Changsheng's performance, the Heavenly Master also shook his head and smiled, but he did not stop it, but calmly accepted the gift: "Get up, sit down, drink tea and chat with my old fellow." ”

"Ciming has already sent a message to me, you don't have to worry about Lechun's affairs."

The Celestial Master raised his hand and waved, and in an instant, the air rippled and turned into an upright surface of water.

A sloppy young Taoist was sleeping on a bench, with a dog's tail in his mouth swinging one after another, looking more relaxed.

As the Heavenly Master grabbed it, suddenly, the sloppy young Taoist in the water mirror was directly pulled out.

The young Taoist who had just landed stumbled, and the Dao crown on his head was soft and almost fell, but fortunately he raised his hand in time to hold it down, which avoided the tragedy of the "love hat" falling to the ground.

Seeing the expressionless face of the Heavenly Master, the sloppy young Taoist smiled: "Master, the disciple is not lazy, it's just, it's just ......."

"Alright." The Heavenly Master didn't bother to tell this guy more: "Take your Uncle Lechun to the spiritual land." ”

"Okay." The sloppy young Taoist nodded hurriedly, took over Li Lao Dao who flew out of the bamboo cage, and wanted to leave quickly, but before leaving, he turned his head slightly and winked at Wang Changsheng.