The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, and the stars are everywhere There are traces of the movement of the Xiuzhen army.

Traveling all the way from Pillow Ge City, passing through several cities and markets, all the cultivators disposed of the accumulated things in their hands, sold them all if they used them less or used them for their own uselessness, and exchanged them for Qingling Stones to purchase magic weapons, talismans and elixirs.

There are also many monks who are temporarily cramming Buddha's feet, desperately searching for spiritual materials to refine magic weapons, just hoping to have an extra ray of life in the duel with demon cultivators. After being ready, groups of three or five went out of the city in turn, and each magic weapon went east.

According to Yan Ci's guess, Yang Qingcang was severely injured by six pure bamboos and fled, and lived in the Great Wilderness Ruins to recuperate from his injuries.

Han Bingqi is like a gossamer, and it is really not suitable to travel far with him, so Yan Ci tried to avoid the flow of people, and drove the Qingluan bird to the south quickly, and wanted to go back to Tongchen Yuan for help.

Lying on the moon and sleeping frost flying for half a moon, I suddenly saw a high cliff standing in front of me, the top of the cliff was curling with smoke, and a small village was hidden in the pine forest. The river meanders below the cliff, and in the open area is an abandoned ferry.

The breeze swept across the lake, the weeds were blowing, there was no trace on the shore, an old flag fluttered on the thatched roof, and the handwriting of "Maze Crossing" was extremely unclear.

A flock of herons flew in, cut through the clear waves, and gently stopped on the battered ferry boat on the bank of the river. Qingluan landed in the middle of the lake and carefully groomed her feathers, completely ignoring the posture of worship of the water heron.

The thatched pavilion is open, the green mountains are opposite, the blue river holds the white clouds and walks away alone, and the quiet world is desolate.

After a short break and set off again, Qingluan climbed the cliff with vigor and rushed through the cliff in one go, only to see the green grass and several old cows leisurely gnawing on the grass.

Under the mulberry tree on the edge of the cliff, a group of energetic monks sat on the lawn to rest, monks and laymen both, and suddenly saw a blue and dignified divine bird coming from the clouds, and they were stunned.

"The monk of Garan Temple. Yan Ci muttered.

The crowd exploded, and a little monk with a white and tender head was surprised: "This ...... This is the Qingluan Divine Bird!"

The little monk held a cold scepter, and his big watery eyes flickered, almost cute.

Yan Ci glanced at this cute little bald head, and was in a good mood, and laughed "poof".

Suddenly, a young monk with a solemn appearance and no dust stepped into the air, and greeted Yan Ci with a flutter, and said, "Dare to ask Tan Yue if he is a person from Tongchen Garden?"

With the tenet of "not doing all evil, practicing all good, and purifying one's mind", the temple is committed to liberating sentient beings from reincarnation, and has a prominent position in the cultivation world.

Yan Ci didn't dare to slack off, and bowed his hand and said, "How did the master know?"

The monk said: "In the whole world, the only Qingying Peak Master who is fortunate to control the Qingluan Divine Bird, is the Daoist brother his son, nephew or heir?"

Yan Ci said vaguely: "The master's eyes are like electricity!" and asked his name, it was from the Garan Temple, and his legal name was Miaozhan.

Yan Ci lost his voice and said: "Buddha Miaozhan!" This Dharma name Yan Ci has heard for a long time, among the disciples of the Dao Sect, Buddha Miaozhan can be regarded as an outstanding person, Yu Lu once said that this monk Buddha nature is extremely high, and the Taoism can almost compete with ordinary infant monks.

Miao Zhan had a modest attitude and said with a smile: "The name of the Buddha is well deserved. ”

After a few words of greeting, the two of them continued to float to the top of the cliff to meet everyone, and the other three people were surprised on their faces, and they all stepped forward to give their names.

The so-called heroes from ancient times have come out of youth, and the little monk Miaojian has already cultivated in the fusion period at a young age, which is really terrifying.

Another pair of handsome men and women in white clothes, one Li Chonglou and one Pan Yinjian, both were born in Huaqingmen, and they are also leaders in the cultivation world.

The two have been immersed in the fusion period for a long time, and the breath and spiritual pressure make people feel quite unfathomable. In terms of its appearance, the man is fresh and handsome, the woman is beautiful and fragrant, and the temperament is like a fairy child of the gods, elegant and noble.

This pair of beautiful people who are as bright as diamonds are on the side, and Yan Ci can't help but feel ashamed.

Li Chonglou smiled and asked, "I haven't asked ...... yet."

Yan Ci looked at Pan Yinjian's pretty appearance in a daze, but suddenly remembered Han Bing, a little excited, and raised his hand to draw two words in the air.

Everyone couldn't see what he wrote, so they could only smile awkwardly.

Pan Yinjian was very angry in her heart, this bastard thief's big eyes looked at her randomly, if she hadn't had some scruples about Qingluanniao, she would have slapped her a long time ago.

Miao Jian also secretly scolded: "What a prodigal son!"

Don't look at indecent things, don't say anything indecent and don't say anything, Miao Zhan announced the Buddha's horn and said: "The donor is in a hurry, but he wants to rush back to the mountain gate?"

Yan Ci finally fixed his eyes and arched his hand: "Yes, it is inconvenient to stay for a long time if there is something important in the lower body, so I will leave first." ”

"Wait. Pan Yinjian shouted: "Since you have met me and others, don't you want to leave?"

Yan Ci said: "How do you say this?"

Pan Yinjian scolded in a low voice: "The face is hateful!" With a flick of her sleeves, she shook off the golden list and fell into Yan Ci's arms, she didn't even bother to speak.

Yan Ci browsed the list, and the text of the list said: "Tell the cultivator: Recently, because of the alien Chen soldiers in the sea, waiting for an opportunity to attack, so I asked Zulong to order the monks from all over the world to go to the coast of the sea to discuss the strategy." Seeing the list is like seeing the order, and the day will start, and it must not be delayed. ”

On the list cover a token of light and shadow, on both sides of the card, there is a dragon riding the clouds, sometimes hidden and sometimes appearing, very mysterious.

Yan Ci acted as if nothing had happened on the surface, but secretly he was angry, and these four living treasures were no different from the robbers who blocked the road and robbed.

Everyone in the cultivation realm worships the ancestral dragon order as if he were a god, and he is not allowed to disobey, but time goes by day after day, and there is not much time left for Han Bing.

Seeing that Yan Ci was silent, and the atmosphere at the scene was quite embarrassing, Miao Zhan said again: "The donor is hesitant, is there any obstacle?"

Yan Ci's mind changed rapidly, whether he wanted to find the spirit civet or the holy fruit of the heart, there was always one more chance to go to the sea to adventure than to return to the mountain gate, if he was unable to take care of Han Bing, he could also hand over the Sumeru ring to the elders in the garden for safekeeping.

"No way. He suddenly smiled and said, "I'll go." ”

The little monk Miaojian said happily: "Hey, the master instructed me to invite cultivators along the way, and finally I was the first to explain." Yan Ci was slandered, how could he become a wronged leader?

The eldest husband is full of words, since he said that he wants to go, he should naturally be more free.

Yan Ci squinted at Miaojian with an envious face, and smugly recalled Qingluan to be included in the Sumeru ring, Miaojian mistakenly thought that Yan Ci was thinking that they were too slow to escape, and couldn't help but feel good.

In fact, Yan Ci just wants Qingluan to recuperate, after all, in his mind, the people of Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple are not reliable, if he meets someone who is not ladylike, he can protect his own safety with Qingluan's outstanding combat power.

Five people each royal magic weapon flying, Miao Zhan foot foot full of Rui Qi Shedao stick, bright yellow stick body carved with many fine Buddhist texts, each end of the stick carved a white lotus, lifelike.

Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian drove a couple of fairy swords, the sword in the box dragon chanting, the generous one said male knowledge, and the delicate one said female guard. The two of them were fluttering in clothes, flying hand in hand, and they were extremely chic.

Yan Ci looked sideways, and had to admit that this delicate flower was indeed inserted in an elegant and luxurious vase. Miao Jian stuck out his tongue and said: "Dog food is scattered everywhere, and even my little monk has moved his heart." ”

It is tens of thousands of miles away to the coast of the sea, so Miao Zhan does not rush to hurry. The two monks walked side by side with a pair of beautiful people, talking and laughing all the way, and seemed to be extremely familiar.

Yan Ci really had nothing to talk about with them, so he followed far behind with pleasure, enjoying the pleasure of soaring in the mountains.

Pan Yinjian was quite hostile, and scolded from afar: "What a freak!" Faintly, it seemed that he heard someone persuade him, and the little monk Miaojian immediately turned his head and glanced at it inexplicably.

Yan Ci turned a blind eye and sneered secretly: "The shrew dog looks at people, and eighty percent is the illegitimate daughter of a thief and Taoist priest. ”

I didn't feel comfortable walking for several days, and in the evening I arrived at a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers. The name of the town is Changhu, the lake and the mountains are beautiful, the dust is not clean, and it is a good place to stay.

It's a pity that the only inn is overcrowded, and the guests are all cultivators who are in a hurry.

The disciples of Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple appeared at the same time, and the shopkeeper's sense of surprise was shining, and the monks present were honored, and the four of them excitedly hugged each other.

Yan Ci and Miao Zhan and his party went in together, but no one looked at him at a low price, and it seemed that the unintentional glance was so extravagant.

Some people, even in the vast sea of people, are always lonely, but they don't really care.

Miao Jian smiled, it turned out that he was so popular, he didn't know it! Pan Yin pursed his lips and pretended to be indifferent, but in fact, his heart was already happy.

Li Chonglou was calm and calm, and when he dealt with the monks who said that he was affectionate, the etiquette was very decent. It's just that I don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, as long as there are two guest rooms, Miao Zhan is very surprised, and this guy completely ignores Yan Ci.

The shopkeeper was walking on thin ice, and as soon as he stepped forward to say that the room was full, three or four monks expressed their willingness to vacate the room, and Miao Zhan was not easy to refuse, so he said: "The benefactors take care of it like this, the little monk is grateful, but there is also a fellow Taoist friend of the ...... Chenyuan."

Raising his eyes to search, Yan Ci had disappeared, and Miao Zhan swallowed the second half of the sentence stiffly.

The four factions of the earth pole each guard a corner, pretending to be mysterious, and their disciples rarely walk in the Star Picking Plain, but recently the reputation of Tongchen Yuan has resounded all over the world, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

Suddenly, I heard Pan Yinjian hatefully say: "That freak is so rude, and he won't say hello if he wants to leave." ”

Those who were scolded as freaks must be inconspicuous goods, and the monks were a little relieved. No matter how extraordinary the Tongchen Garden is, how can it be compared with Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple? Even if it is offended, it is probably not a big deal.

Li Chonglou said lightly: "That Taoist friend pretended to be mysterious, and we don't know his name, so he is not a fellow traveler." The monks felt more at ease when they heard this.

Miao Jian said in a wordy manner: "To go is to come, to come is to go, senior brother does not have to be reluctant." ”

Miao Zhan was silent, how could the person who accompanied Qingluan be an idle person? If that person was indeed the legendary descendant of Qingying, he would inevitably lose his arms in the future.

The matter was already about to end, but an ignorant monk sneered: "Hmph, what about Tongchen Yuan? No matter how indiscriminately slaughtered monks more than a year ago, they were just bullies. ”

Someone on his side reminded, "Silence." ”

The man disagreed, and continued to say loudly: "Isn't it exactly, and everyone will be punished for it...... and everyone will be punished." Before the words fell, a white shadow flashed and went straight to his mouth, and Lili Suosuo knocked off his two front teeth.

The white shadow was a peeled peanut, and the monks present had their own thoughts, but they did not find out where the peanut came from.

Upstairs stood a woman with cloudy temples soaked in ink, ice and jade, women's muscles were like beautiful jade, lips were like cherry blossoms, and the fairy-like demeanor on the platform overshadowed the aura of Huaqing and Jialan.

Qun Xiu Deng was like magic, his mouth was stammered, and the woman's voice was as cold as ice and snow, and he said: "If you say nothing, you will be punished slightly." ”

Qun Xiu fell under his immortal-like temperament, and did not dare to speak out for a long time, Pan Yinjian became inexplicably angry, forcibly suppressed the almost roaring voice and asked, "Who is Fang Jia?"

The woman upstairs ignored her, turned and moved into the room, and gently closed the door.