The memory of the Northern Meditation Cultivator of Momei Villa is not very deep.

The last time he went to Momei Villa was before the Heavenly Dao Society, when Yao Chong entrusted him to deliver the birthday gift he had prepared to Moqing.

It's just that the timing of his going up the mountain was not very good at that time, the owner of the village, Mo Wushuang, took his students out to study, and several other gentlemen were not in the village, and there were only a few people in the entire Momei Villa, including the owner's wife, that is, Mr. Wen Liu and Mo Qing.

Because the Heavenly Dao Society was imminent, and there was still Lu Linxi by his side, he didn't stay in Momei Villa for too long, delivered the gifts, and left after a meal.

Now he stepped on the iron sword and hurried in the direction of Momei Villa again, only to feel that his state of mind was very different from the last time he went there.

But fortunately, the scenery here is just as good.

Thinking so, Edgeworth landed in a bush on the shore of Xizi Lake, his gaze on an unobtrusive corner of the mountains by the lake, and unconsciously showed a smile.

The last time he looked for it, he got lost in the mountains for a while.

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The shore of the West Lake is a famous treasure land in the human world, because of the wealth and prosperity of the Jiangnan region, but also because of its beautiful scenery to get the favor of the world, throughout the ages, there are literati and ink writers come here to write poems and lyrics, but there are very few people who can say the seven or eight points of the West Lake.

And a few decades ago, the previous Renjun toured here, but also did not hesitate to spend a lot of manpower and financial resources, built a palace on the shore of Xizi Lake, for his needs when he went down to the south of the Yangtze River, although this Renjun was criticized a lot in the history books, but this also revealed in disguise that the scenery here does have a unique attraction.

The lake is the same color as the sky, surrounded by mountains, green mountains and green waters, no matter what season it is, you can see this beautiful scenery.

The Northern Meditation is now in this landscape.

He walked through the mountains of West Lake, and the occasional breeze brought a hint of coolness accompanied by the aroma of plants and trees, which calmed his slightly melancholy mood a lot.

He had heard Su Lanting tell about the scenery of Yilan Mountain before it was destroyed, and the artistic conception of the empty mountain bird song may also be able to compete with the lake and mountains.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator no longer thought about this, and tried to find the already secluded mountain path in the mountains and wilderness.

After a long time, the Northern Meditation Cultivator still walked in the green hills, and although the West Lake mountains were endless, it was indeed difficult to identify the route, but he still felt that something was wrong.

Previously, when he and Lu Linxi were looking for the Momei Villa hidden in the mountains, although it took a lot of time, Lu Linxi even began to point to the sky and the earth, and finally found the path.

He should be walking not much different from the route he was taking now, why can't he find any trace of that path at all?

The Heavenly Dao spread out with the pure spiritual power in the mountains, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator pondered for a moment and condensed an ice bullet. The ice marble landed on the ground, and soon a small ice flower bloomed, just as it was accompanied by the small yellow flower that was trembling on the side.

Bei Xi Xiu raised his legs and left again, and after a while, he met the Xiaoice flower he had just planted again.

Bei Mingxiu looked at the two flowers on the ground, one white and one yellow, true and false, and was silent for a moment, and took back the ice flower, and confirmed a fact in his heart.

I've fallen into a maze.

Knowing this fact, Bei Mingxiu wanted to laugh a little.

When he was cultivating on the Shoreless Sword Peak, Shang Yunjian didn't care about anything most of the time, at least sixty percent of his cultivation was guided by Long Yao, and he also had some dabbling in the cultivation methods of the Momei Mountain Chapter, and he was able to use ice marbles as a medium to lay down some simple magic circles, but this did not mean that he could easily break through the maze shrouded in the mountains.

Now he can only try his best, and he can't say that he is determined to succeed, but just try to apply what he has learned.

Bei Ming Xiu closed his eyes, and the heavenly beings flowed through his body, carefully feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power around him.

Long Yao once said that no matter how subtle the magic circle is, there will inevitably be an array eye to preside, if you want to break through the maze, you must first find out the way the formation eye controls the formation, and you can go out of the formation by following the trend.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator is now trying to find the law of this maze.

Closing his eyes, countless lines drawn by sword intent continued to converge in his sea of consciousness, gradually forming a picture scroll.

In the painting, a small bird lands on the branches of the sycamore, perhaps because it landed with greater force, or perhaps because the sycamore leaves were already yellowing and about to fall, two or three sycamore leaves fell from the tree, flying like butterflies in the wind, leaving several spiraling curves on the scroll.

Bei Ming Xiu frowned slightly. Cola Literature

These curves seem inconspicuous, but they completely disrupt his deduction in the sea of knowledge, and he can't even do what this painting should be like in the first place.

He shook his head, and after the sword intent was gone, he reappeared with a sharp edge, and once again tried to trace the nearby scenery in the sea of consciousness, like a carving.

This time, his speed will not be less slower than the last time, but it is also much more stable, and after a stick of incense, a corner of the picture scroll has begun to take shape.

At this moment, the afterglow of the Northern Meditation Cultivator caught a glimpse of the West Lake, which was shaded by countless leaves, and glimpsed its sparkling surface.

It stands to reason that the trees in the mountain he is in almost completely shaded by the sun, and it is impossible to see the West Lake, but he can see it.

His mind fluttered for less than a second, but in this short moment, he found that the picture in the sea of consciousness had become a mess, and it was impossible to recover it.

Bei Ming Xiu's heart was already a little shocked.

From the surrounding grass and trees, to the scenery of the West Lake, everything here is faintly wrapped in this maze.

There is no place for the eyes, or there are eyes everywhere, and he is just a man walking in the thick fog, wanting to see the flowers in the fog, but he does not want to see the flowers here at all.

Such a powerful formation is so quietly shrouded in most of the West Lake mountains, but there is no intention to kill, and there is not even any ability to harm the people who enter the formation, it seems that he only wants to be lost in it for a while, and the meaning is really elusive.

Northern meditation cultivators didn't understand this.

He just sighed secretly in his heart.

On the Shoreless Sword Peak, most of his mind was on swordsmanship, and he really didn't spend too much effort on the learning of the formation map of Momei Villa, otherwise he would have been able to get out of trouble long ago.

He really wanted to fly to Momei Villa now and ask the person who had laid down the maze why he had done it.

But he is still in the formation, and the first thing he thinks about is how to get out of trouble.

The sword intent once again revealed from the cold sword soul, and began to depict the surrounding spiritual power.

He has never been a person who will give up easily, if it doesn't work a hundred times, then come a hundred and one times, a thousand times if it doesn't work, just come a thousand and one times, as long as every attempt can be a little bit better than before, it is a victory.

He believed that even though the difficulties in front of him were an unattainable cliff, he could carve his own way on it.

Back then, he cultivated Heavenly Humanity and Immortal Lotus Transformation like this, and now he is doing the same.

But now he has an idea.

"Even if you want to test me, can you still let me starve to death in the mountains?"

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While the Northern Darkness cultivator stubbornly continued to try to exhaust the changes of the maze, the maker of the maze squatted on the steps at the gate of Momei Villa, staring intently at the gossip plate in front of him, his hands constantly turning and moving on it, if his eyes were not too narrow by wrinkles, others could even see the vast sea of stars in his eyes.

The sea of stars is endless, Feng Liangjie sighed for a long time, lowered his eyes and didn't know how to speak, and the gossip plate also quietly fell to the ground, falling into countless pieces like gold and jade.

He had never been very willing to use these magic weapons to calculate the heavens, but this time it was a big deal, and he had to make sure that there was not the slightest deviation.

However, the results were no different from the previous ones.

He looked into the distance.

In the distance is everything in the world, and the Northern Meditation is also among them.

"That's it, this catastrophe can't be avoided after all, and keeping the little guy out can't change anything. Feng Liangjie bent down, coughed a few times in pain, stood up and walked towards the village, his back was rickety, like a thin corpse.

He waved his hand with some difficulty, and suddenly a fresh breeze came from the sky, blowing his gray sideburns and disturbing the invisible barrier between the mountains.

Only his long sigh echoed in the wind, full of sadness and helplessness.

"Life, life, life......"