But it is said that the emperor's maiden has not opened the door for a long time, one hour and three quarters, an hour and three quarters of an hour, and it happens to be the emperor's daughter and Li Jingliu and her own daughter who can't recognize each other to drink a cup of tea, and then talk a few words, since the emperor's affairs have been explained, naturally they will no longer pay attention to Li Jingliu, and only care about exchanging feelings with their daughters, these two people know each other's identities, but they can't recognize each other, yes, almost every sentence of the two has some emotional expression, Li Jingliu who only watched it was entangled, don't you both know how to read minds, just say no with your heartWhat are you talking about?

As soon as this short time passed, the originally crystal clear water suddenly shook slightly, the original deep and shallow water suddenly became turbid, and the agile swimming fish before did not know where to hide, and the treasures that were originally like the sea in the water disappeared at this time, as if they had never existed.

"Alright, two messengers, the visit time is over. The two of you should go back. The Imperial Maiden Yaoji stood up and said with a smile.

"I'm bothering the emperor, I hope the emperor will take care of herself in the next period of time, and I will also collect some interesting things for the emperor in Qixia Mountain next year." ”

Not much to say, the emperor sacrificed a water-colored hosta, and between the rippling water waves, the hosta was almost invisible. However, the hosta gradually rose, and when it came into contact with the water waves, a burst of white light suddenly appeared, and under the white light, the water waves separated, and the remaining water color condensed into an ice staircase, leading to the place where there was sunlight above.

"Two messengers, please. The emperor glanced at the little monk with pity, and then looked at Li Jingliu deeply with a little pleading, and urged the two of them to leave.

At this time, the water waves are already chaotic, and within a moment, the weak water will condense into the entire pool of water, if it is at that time, with the two of them are not completely true immortal bodies, they will not die and shed their skin.

The little monk quickly and covertly shook the emperor's hand, and there were faint tears flashing in his eyes: "Emperor, please take care." ”

The emperor smiled, she even gave up her worries and gently patted the little monk's bald head, and said, "Yes, you have to take care of yourself." ”

Immediately, the little monk took a deep look at the emperor, and walked towards the icy stairs without looking back, Li Jingliu naturally followed, and after a while, the two saw the light of day, and the leaves the size of the two houses were still waiting for them in place, and when they got on the leaves, the water waves suddenly closed again. And the leaf began to float towards the shore, and the only problem was that the leaf was rapidly shrinking as it had been seen earlier. Fortunately, before going ashore, the leaves were not completely shrunken, and after going ashore for a while, the leaves returned to their original size, and finally sank into the water. The sound of the flute came faintly from nowhere, and the sound was gentle and soothing, as if it was lightly soothed and seemed to be relieved of sorrow. The little monk listened to the flute in a daze, but a round teardrop rolled down his eyes.

"Don't be sad, cultivate well, it's not too late, besides, hundreds of years are just a moment for her, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" Who knew that the little monk suddenly turned his head and looked wary.

"What do you think I'm talking about? What do you think I know?"

"Who cares what you're talking about, I just cried because the wind got into my eyes, nothing else, and since it's over, let's go our separate ways. Thank you to the donor for escorting you along the way. Once the little monk was on guard, he couldn't wait to leave Li Jingliu every minute and go on his own road, but fortunately he still retained a good upbringing, so he didn't just leave Li Jingliu behind.

"Alas~Pity the world's motherly heart~~" Li Jingliu dragged the tune, humming in a playful manner, and then, he sacrificed the Imperial Shadow Short Sword, resisted the little monk on his body, and flew into the air in an instant, completely ignoring the little monk's struggle and exclaimed: "Point in the direction, where is Qixia Mountain, the uncle will work and send you back~"

"You let me down! You, no, how can the benefactor be so rude? Put the poor monk down!"

"No~ Quickly talk about the place, delay the uncle's time, the uncle is going to spank~" The feeling of bullying a beautiful girl is good~ I just don't put you down~ What are you going to do~

The little monk hurriedly covered his buttocks, and instantly felt that his center was unstable and was about to fall into the clouds. He hurriedly grabbed Li Jingliu's clothes behind his back, looked at the clouds, and hummed: "Go all the way to the east, and see the one hanging above the clouds on the ground, which is Qixia Mountain." ”

Suspended in the ground, there is no one called Qixia in the fairy mountain.

"Little monk, Qixia Mountain is an immortal mountain?" Li Jingliu took off with his sword, speeding towards the east, the clouds whirring in his ears, yes, his voice was also a little blurred.

"Not before, when my master was here, it was. Not when he's gone. Although the little monk was obviously not in a high mood, he still answered Li Jingliu's question, to say that anyone who is carried by the sword will not be in a good mood, right?

"Oh, who is your master? is he famous?"

"My master, the ancient lamp monk, is a true bodhisattva who has been cultivated, although there is still a lotus platform missing. Since his retreat, he has been sitting in the ancient lantern cave of Qixia Mountain, and the nearly massive amount of spiritual energy gathered by him has lifted the entire Qixia Mountain and flew into the clouds at some point. Later, my Shanmen people found that once Master left Qixia Mountain, the mountain would sink one after another, and when he came back, the whole mountain would rise again. Master said that when the whole mountain really rises to the height of the immortal mountain, it will not descend again. The little monk's tone was extremely proud, and when he talked about his master, it was like offering a treasure.

"Oh~I haven't heard of it~" Li Jingliu paused deliberately, and sure enough, he heard the sound of the little monk grinding his teeth behind his back, so he continued: "But the predecessors who can hold up a mountain with spiritual power alone must be a great cultivator." The grinding of teeth died down, turning into a disdainful grunt.

"Dare to ask the donor, is it a disciple of that mountain gate?" "Dare to look down on my master? Then let's see what kind of virtue your master is."

"Purple Cloud Mountain, Purple Cloud Gate. ”

"Haven't heard of it. The little monk had the pleasure of avenging an arrow, and besides, she really hadn't heard of the Ziyun Sect, after all, Qixia Mountain, as a famous sect of cultivation in the world, really couldn't remember too much about the sect that was only slightly superior to the ordinary.

Unexpectedly, Li Jingliu was unmoved, he really didn't have a sense of honor in his heart, and even said that the only thing he was worried about in the Ziyun Gate was his junior brother Mo Dongdu, who didn't know what to do now, and he hadn't seen him for a long time, Li Jingliu really had some worries. Yes, he didn't think about it, and said, "It's normal, after all, your knowledge is limited." ”

The little monk was speechless for a while, and he couldn't think of anything to answer him.

After about half a day, a mountain suddenly appeared in the far east, not to mention a cloud, a huge cloud wrapped around a mountain, and the side of the mountain floated in the air without any support, and the sharp and upright situation looked quite precipitous, and it was covered with a little green, but more of it was some bare purple mountain rock, and it could not even be said to be a mountain rock, because it seemed that the mountain rock seemed to have a metallic texture, but it was only a layer of purple on the outside.

"Is that the one?" Li Jingliu put the little monk down and helped her stand firmly.

The little monk pushed him away, watching Li Jingliu fall from the spirit sword, Fang quickly took out the purple gold bowl from his arms, and stood up himself, and immediately, the bowl burst out with a speed that was almost impossible to speak at the same time as before, almost a purple lightning bolt flew forward. Li Jingliu, who fell downward, only left a vague sentence in his ear: "Thank you to the donor, and spare the donor." ”

It wasn't until the figure of the little monk disappeared between the volley peaks that Li Jingliu was able to control the flying sword and regain its footing. He looked at the purple light and shook his head: "It's not that the uncle doesn't save you, it's that you don't want the uncle to save you~" After all, blood is only given once in ten years, and the emperor has to meet the little monk ten times in the past ten years, I don't know which one will explain, right?

Well~ It's finally okay now, let's go back to Ziyun Mountain and have a look, after all, there is still a junior brother in that place, and there are a bunch of exercises that I haven't seen before. It's just a question, how can I go back, to say that Li Jingliu doesn't know where he is now. Looking at the vast stratus clouds around him, Li Jingliu fell into a tangle for a while.

If you want to say that things like the land of mountain gods, it is very magical, because they often stare at an unusually powerful name, but in fact, they are doing the work of guiding and monitoring, for example, the mountain god of Wolong Mountain, said to be a god, and the timing is also a wild boar that has become a spirit. The advantage is that the skin and flesh are thick and live for a long time, yes, he is familiar with the road in Wolong Mountain, and he also knows that the vine has eaten people recently, and he knows too many creatures like this who have lived for too long, and the upper realm has arranged a unified organization in order to make full use of them - mountain gods, land.

Like at that time, there was no way to guide it, the fairies and demons got lost, knocked on the ground, and the land appeared respectfully, and the name was not called, and the land temple was found for two rabbits, and the land lord was also happy to show you the way. Li Jingliu naturally can't be considered awesome, it's easy to find two rabbits, but it's not easy to find a land temple. No, he walked around the unfamiliar halfway up the mountain for a long time, but he still didn't find the location of the Land Temple.

Half a day, he found a multi-mouthed bird, half lying in a shoddy clip, he poked one leg into the clip, his brain was crooked to the side, as if dead, when Li Jingliu approached, the pheasant-sized bulloche suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, you thief, I am someone else's prey, don't try to steal me! The thief go away! Go away!"

Li Jingliu was used to this situation, he tied one rabbit to his waist, raised the other, and stuffed the rabbit head half a fist size directly into the mouths of the multi-mouthed birds.

"Woooooo

"Okay, you love to pretend to be dead here, answer me a question before you die, where is this mountain temple or land temple?"

"Woo!"

Well, Li Jingliu ripped out the dead rabbit's head, and the bird's saliva stained the rabbit's head.

"Little thief, little thief, you just want me to steal ...... I can't make a sound," Li Jingliu stuffed the rabbit head back again. It seems that this time the hunter had a good harvest, and not only received a bird with bright fur, but also a hare.