The autumn wind is like a knife, and when the autumn tiger is still majestic under the mountain, the mountain already feels a little cool. The cool autumn wind blows the blue waves of a lake, and the lotus branches that do not wither in winter are no different from midsummer.

On the long nine-curved bridge, two women strolled along the lake, in the middle of the lotus leaves, as if treading water.

Qi Nanqing glanced at the young man who was looking from afar by the lake, covered his mouth and chuckled: "It's another infatuation seed that has lost his soul for his junior sister, Senior Sister Yuan, don't you really think about it?" ”

The girl who was called her junior sister by Qi Nanqing was picturesque in a long green dress.

The two of them are generally beautiful, but they look like Yuan Miaozhen is more eye-catching than Qi Nanqing. The reason is that wisp of inexplicable temperament. With the blessing of temperament, if Qi Nanqing is compared to the best in the world, Yuan Miaozhen is like an immortal who fell from the sky, which is not the same.

"This is not an ordinary person, the eldest disciple of the Mountain Sect, what does the junior sister think?"

By Biyue Lake, there were as many as a dozen young men with obsessive faces, but the eyes of the two women only fell on the tall young man holding the sword under the cangyun pine.

Senior sister said with a smile, and Miao Zhen was wholeheartedly committed. Besides, the little sister is going to do the Purple Moon Dance half a month later, which is the time when she needs to meditate. That can't even stand the breath of the plain girl's heart-to-heart skills, it's really a waste of fame!"

"It is said that Zhang Yan of Jieshan is a character who has worked hard from the Shuiyun Mountain Wanshan Conference, and he won the first place in talent three years ago, how can he ......?"

The two girls drifted apart.

Zhang Yan stood by the lake and looked at it from afar.

When, when......

The two big bells of welcome and gathering immortals on Chunming Mountain rang nine times respectively.

The bells and drums rang in unison, and the cloud slabs and stone chimes joined in rhythmically. The graceful sound of silk and bamboo followed, which was ethereal at first, and soon occupied the mainstream.

In the middle of the music, there is also the ethereal chanting of female voices, which makes people feel more and more fairy.

Accompanied by chanting and music, two teams of 18 girls dressed in light green and pink and white, led by a delicate female disciple of the Chunming Sect wearing a red and white sacrificial robe, flew in the sword. Falling on the lotus leaf, Lingbo sings and dances.

The lake is full of cold light and shadows, pleasing to the eye and enchanting.

After the sacrifice, the drum sounded in three ways.

Zhang Yan, who was sitting on the seventh seat in the inner circle, suddenly felt a stirring spirit and shivered.

"Ding! Your little assistant is online!"

A little blue, chilling spark appeared in his mind, dispelling the chaos in his brain.

As the firelight flickered and jumped, a reluctant prompt sound sounded continuously in the depths of consciousness.

Qin Yang slowly regained consciousness, "I...... Where am I?"

Looking down at the water, in the reflection of the lake, there is an image of a young man with unkempt hair and loose hair.

"I ...... I'm Zhang Yan? No...... I'm Qin Yang!"

Memories gradually came back to mind.

The current Zhang Yan is no longer the original goods. Fifteen days ago, Qin Yang, who was originally from Shuzhong, descended on this great disciple of the Jishan Sect.

"Hahaha!" he laughed excitedly. Tears welled up in his eyes. Before the crossing, he had reached the point of exhaustion, not because of money, but because he was terminally ill and tormented.

"Creation!

"The first talent, he also deserves it!"

"This great disciple of the mountain can't be crazy!"

Whispers could be heard on the lake.

He scooped up the water and washed the dirt off his face.

Memories tell him that today is not the first day of crossing. As early as fifteen days ago, when Zhang Yan had just stepped into the gate of Chunming Mountain, there was a cramping pain in his heart, and a soul from the earth descended on this body.

I don't know if it's the sequelae of the crossing or the real soul to take it away, fifteen days have passed, and all the memories are Yuan Miaozhen's smiles, her body is uncontrollable, and she is instinctively chasing her.

"Damn, the demon girl is amazing!"

It's not easy to mix up cultivating immortals!

Sitting in his seat, he was a little more vigilant.

Looking up, the three big characters of "Chunmingtai" glowing with black ink on the high platform in the middle of the lake point out the location of this place.

This is the core area of Chunming Mountain, which is the same as the five factions of Longshan Mountain.

Biyue Lake raises the only spiritual root of the Longshan spiritual vein, the thousand autumn lotus, the flowers do not wither, and they do not die for thousands of years. The lotus roots and lotus seeds produced can be boiled through secret recipes, which can promote cultivation, increase the strength of the monks in the Qi Control Period for ten years, and improve the skills of the monks in the Divine Light Period for one year, and mature once every ten years.

On October 17 of the year of lotus seed and lotus root harvesting, the birthday of the patriarch of Chunmingmen, hundreds of schools will be invited to do the "Pure Rui Biyue Dance" to pay homage to the patriarch and open a lotus porridge banquet to entertain colleagues.

The place where the banquet was held was in Biyue Lake.

Among the lotus flowers that surround Chunmyeongdae, there are more than 100 small boats floating. A boat is a seat. Those with high status and sitting close to each other have one seat for one person. In the distance, two or even three people sat in the same boat.

Zhang Yan is a great disciple of the Jishan Sect, one of the five factions of Longshan, who rose to prominence at the Shuiyun Mountain Wanshan Conference two and a half years ago, and is now well-known among the younger generation. Although his performance in the past half a month was really unbearable, he was still placed in the seventh seat of the first class and occupied a small boat alone.

At this time, the lotus porridge that could increase his strength had not yet been presented, so he poured a cup of lotus leaf tea and drank it into his mouth in one gulp, watering the fire in his heart.

"No wonder they all say that the woman of Chunmingmen is a demon girl......! No! I think my old Zhang was also a person with a code in his eyes and an uncensored heart back then, and he didn't expect to be pitted by a little girl!"

The past is all gone, and the traverser who came back to his senses prayed in his heart for the first time: "The way of heaven is above: the disciple walks in the world in the name of Zhang Yan and inherits all the causes and effects of this body." From today on, the earth Qinyang does not exist in this world, only Zhang Yan here!"

The icy blue spark that he had been ignoring jumped slightly, as if revealing a disdainful sneer.

The oath was made, I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something that happened, Zhang Yan felt much more comfortable in his soul, and his body seemed to be less restrained. Follow the prompts in your head and reach out and click.

The finger touches the real and illusory sparks.

The light flashed, and a pale blue translucent interface appeared in front of him.

"Congratulations on getting the little assistant for cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, a good helper on your immortal road!"

"Is it bound or not?"

Zhang Yan's right hand was fixed in front of the translucent screen, he was able to work hard from an orphan to a well-known businessman in the magic capital, I have to say that he is a successful person and a strong man in society.

As for suffering from brain cancer, the pain is unbearable, and I go to the end of the mountains and rivers, that is the crime of heaven to kill me, not war!

Once the willows are bright and the desperate situation is over, sobriety and sanity return to his brain.

The finger paused for less than half a minute, and continued to press it firmly.