There is Nandou Mountain in Taixu Gate, but Nandou Mountain does not come out of the world all year round, and the world only knows that this Nandou Mountain is stored in Taixu Gate, but they do not know where the specific location of this Nandou Mountain is.

Among the disciples of this generation, except for Yang Zhao, all the disciples have never been to that mysterious mountain, nor have they been shocked by the peerless scenery of that cliff, and Yang Zhao is too shocked to rarely go over, for him, that Nandou Mountain is not a mysterious place, but he knows very well that going to the top of Nandou Mountain and entering Nandou Mountain are two different things.

Because there were two powerful people on the top of Nandou Mountain, there were those two people who once shook the world, and one of them, except for the disciples of Taixu, no one in the cultivation world was willing to mention or dare to mention it, and that person was Lu Xu.

Although the Si people have gone, there is still another powerful person in the Nandou Mountain, and Yang Zhao does not want to go to the Nandou Mountain more because of this person's existence, after all, this Lu Wu is indeed a very mysterious and terrifying figure for him.

There was a dead silence on the top of Kaiyang Peak, Yang Zhao's feelings were very complicated, it was obvious that he didn't want to go to Na Nandou Mountain now, but he didn't dare to talk about it in front of the Drunken Sword Immortal, because the Drunken Sword Immortal standing on the top of the peak slowly closed his eyes.

In addition to being tall, the Drunken Sword Immortal does not see any special place, except for the drunken sword dancing in the world, there are not too many legendary deeds in the world, and it is not even as good as the traces left by many Taixu disciples in the world, but the people in the Taixu Gate have confirmed that he will definitely be the leader of the Taixu Gate after a thousand years in the future.

As for Yang Zhao, the Drunken Sword Immortal was his respected and feared master, so he didn't understand or agree with the Drunken Sword Immortal's words, but he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, Yang Zhao rubbed his hands a little nervously, walked to the side of the Drunken Sword Immortal in the field, bowed to the Drunken Sword Immortal very honestly, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, I want to stay by your side." ”

And Yang Zhao has been in Kaiyang Peak for so many years, and he is also the only disciple of this Drunken Sword Immortal, he really rarely stays in front of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and it is very good to say this kind of thing at this time.

The Drunken Sword Immortal glanced at Yang Zhao, thoughtful but indistinct, but he always stood quietly on the top of Kaiyang Peak and closed his eyes and said nothing.

Yang Zhao looked at his master quietly, and suddenly took two steps forward, and then took a deep wave, it was this step, the top of the mountain suddenly returned to quiet, Yang Zhao began to be silent, and then looked at his master nervously and hopefully.

The Drunken Sword Immortal slowly opened his eyes, looked at him with some surprise, and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Yang Zhao straightened up and said seriously: "Master's move naturally has a deep meaning, and the disciple can vaguely guess some, but the disciple can't figure it out, what does the master mean?"

Drunken Sword Immortal looked at his disciple, looking at the snow and clouds all over the mountain, his two long eyebrows floated slightly, and said: "If you don't understand, you can't understand, I have always believed in chance, since you have responded to that opportunity, then you need to solve that opportunity yourself." “

The Drunken Sword Immortal's eyes were calm.

He only glanced around slowly, and Yang Zhao always felt that his gaze was always on his body, and there was a majesty that could not be objected to in the calm, and he subconsciously lowered his head, and did not dare to say anything again, and the silence in the field was like a dead pool.

It is said that everything in the world is practice, but practicing in the world and practicing in the lonely Nandou Mountain are two different things after all, no matter how grand the creation, if he really has to face the mysterious Lu Wu every day, he will definitely not accept it, and he will not be able to die.

Suddenly, a slight smile appeared on the face of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and he looked at Yang Zhao and said slowly: "You have your chance, the opportunity has arrived, how can you hide from it?"

Yang Zhao understood this, looked up at the white grass falling between the cliffs, and knew that it was absolutely impossible for a person like Shizun to become ethereal because of chance, so why did he let himself enter the Nandou Mountain again? It was because he was ...... Is it the reason for the enchantment?

Lu Xu was punished by heaven and died, and his reputation and body were annihilated in the wilderness, and he was never heard of again, could it be that the master wanted to send his disciple, who inherited Lu Xuxu's unintention, to Nandou Mountain because of that old thing, was this for his own safety, or for some other reason?

As soon as he thought of this, the sharp and unintentional sword that rushed straight to his chest rushed straight to his chest, he could no longer control his feelings, and looked at his master helplessly, but he didn't do anything, he just looked at the master quietly, took a deep breath, and then said calmly: "Obey the master's orders." ”

The Drunken Sword Immortal looked at the only disciple in front of him, who was also his last disciple, and watched quietly for a long time, watching him think hard, watching him resign himself to his fate in frustration, watching him anger and irrepressible, watching him grow in spirit, watching him calm down, watching him return to normal

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

The Drunken Sword Immortal suddenly raised his head and laughed, and then he jumped up from the top of the mountain, his cyan clothes fluttered, and he flew towards the sky without giving Yang Zhao an explanation, leaving only Yang Zhao's helpless gaze.

Looking at the back of the sky flying away, Yang Zhao vaguely understood something, although he was put to death and reborn, but not everyone could be like Lu Xuan back then.

Yang Zhao shook his head and flew away with the figure of the Drunken Sword Immortal, stopped when he passed by Xiao Bai's side, and said softly: "Since the master's decision is irretrievable, then we have to go to Nandou Mountain again." ”

Until the cliff disappeared behind the two, Xiao Bai looked around, stood on top of the flying sword, pulled the corner of Yang Zhao's sleeve, and asked quietly: "Is it because of the demonic matter, so the master wants to send you to Nandou Mountain?"

Yang Zhao nodded, not wanting to admit this inference, but his mood became heavy.

The mood was heavy, and the speed of the flight naturally became heavier, Yang Zhao didn't know what was waiting for him when he went to Nandou Mountain this time, so he subconsciously reached out to hold Xiaobai's little hand, and flew forward in the distance in silence, the speed was very slow.

The cyan clothes in the sky in front of them fluttered in the wind, sometimes disappearing into the dense forest, sometimes appearing in the mountains and forests, the drunken sword fairy seemed to fly extremely fast, but it always stayed in their field of vision.

Bypassing the Taixu Peak, and then flying for a while, I approached the silver waterfall, the waterfall sound in the surrounding forests was like thunder, and the air was full of extremely fine mercury, enveloping into a cool mist, making the breath fresh.

Yang Zhao's breathing became a little short, he wanted to take Xiao Bai's hand and turn his head away, but he knew that this was delusional, and even if he really escaped from the Taixu Gate, it would mean that all these years of hard work would come to naught, and he and Xiao Bai would start their bleak lives again.

Following the fluttering blue clothes, the two came to the bottom of the waterfall.

Under the waterfall is a quiet pool, there is no water outlet towards the cliff level, it looks like it is not connected with the mirror lake, and the overflowing source water flows out along a low-lying rocky rock in front of the right.

Yang Zhao took Xiaobai's hand and stepped on those rocks, turned forward with the direction of the water, and walked into a deep canyon with those bubbling streams.

The canyon is very narrow, the height is not more than ten zhang, the huge rocks above touch each other, in fact, it is more like a giant hole formed today, the air in the cave is moist and slightly cold, and there are moss sheets on the wall. The steady stream flows through the rocks at the bottom of the cave, forming a picture like a paddy field.

In front of the canyon is a clear blue sky, which is cut into an oval piece, like a blue porcelain plate, very beautiful, Yang Zhao and Xiaobai stepped on the stones in the paddy field, walking towards the blue.

As I walked, the canyon suddenly became abrupt, and the water flow between the rocks suddenly became rapid, and there was a loud noise, and the white waves gradually appeared, and the moss on the rocks shook violently:

When you walk out of the canyon, you will be greeted by a cliff, and the rapid water rushes to the outside of the cliff, and the blue sky is cut in half by the cliff, and the middle line is this waterline.

Xiao Bai held Yang Zhao's hand tightly, looked at the scenery in front of him, and was speechless.

The winding path leads to the end, and a desperate situation emerges abruptly.

The mountain wind is blowing vigorously, standing on the side of the cliff on the left, watching the waterfall droop down to the cliff, but no sound can be heard, as if there is an endless abyss under the cliff.

The abyss was invisible, there was nothing in front of Yang Zhao except the sky, and there was nothing around him except the cliffs.

The cliff stretches endlessly towards the sky and on both sides, with no end in sight, as if it is the legendary big Gobi in the northern grassland, but this Gobi is across the sky.

Compared with the boundless cliffs, the gorge where the two of them are located is just an inconspicuous small gap, this waterfall is just a thin line, Yang Zhao looked at the cliff in the distance, only to see that there are more than ten waterfalls are falling towards the bottom of the cliff, the height is different, it looks very beautiful.

The vast cliffs, the blue sky, and more than a dozen waterfalls as thin as a line are combined to form an extremely vast world, and no matter how powerful people are, they will feel their own insignificance in front of these pictures.

Yang Zhao took a step towards the cliff cautiously, took Xiaobai's hand and turned to look, only to see the clouds and mist under the cliff, and he couldn't see the bottom at all, let alone how deep it was.

The more than ten streams of flowing water on the cliff wall fell into the clouds and mist like bundles and pillars, splashing colorful cloud waves, and then disappeared silently, as if under the clouds and mist was a world that did not belong to the world.

And the cliff behind the cloud wave is a beautiful new world.

It's just that the beauty here is easy to be shocked.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, watching the clouds give birth to the clouds and disappear, and the audience of the waterfall entering the clouds, Yang Zhao did not have any feeling of being immortal, because the clouds were born and the clouds were extinguished, and the waterfalls were still gathered, and the waterfalls entered the clouds without the sound of water, but he had a certain and fear.

Thinking about the path of the time, he confirmed that this should not be in the Taixu Mountain, no wonder he had not seen it in the Taixu Gate for so many years, and he never knew that there was such a mountain cliff.

The cliff seems to be steep and unclimbable, but in fact there is a very narrow stone path hidden in it, Yang Zhao looked up, only to see the figure of the drunken sword fairy floating up between the cliffs, sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west, no matter how attentively he observed, he couldn't determine where he was on the cliff:

Yang Zhao took Xiaobai's hand and began to walk upward, the two had climbed on Nandou Peak, and they had their own means of climbing the cliffs, turning a blind eye to the cliffs and the sky under their feet.

The more you go to the top of the cliff, the greenery gradually disappears into green, there is no quiet lake thatched hut here, there is no Chinese language, there is no hall beam, and the mountain side is two completely different worlds, this cliff is silent or indifferent looking at the sky opposite, I don't know how many thousands of years I have seen.

At the end of the narrow stone path, a small cliff finally appeared, and after the cliff, there were several mountains, and the Nandou Peak stood horizontally above the heaven and earth, and the drunken sword fairy stood on the cliffside, looking at the Nandou Peak in the distance and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Zhao walked behind the Drunken Sword Immortal and also looked into the distance outside the cliff.

His gaze fell beyond the sea of clouds, and he actually saw Nandou Peak, the sunset was setting, and the golden sunlight shone on the black and cyan peaks and rocks, reflecting an extremely solemn and sacred luster.

It was the most spectacular mountain in the world, and it was the most beautiful natural masterpiece in the cultivation world.

Yang Zhao looked at Nandou Peak in the twilight, he had mixed feelings for a while, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and only after a long time did he say softly: "Nandou Peak is really good-looking at this time. ”

The Drunken Sword Immortal said, "Nandou Peak has always been very good-looking. ”

Yang Zhao was stunned and asked, "Master, I have always wondered how many entrances there are to this Southern Dou Mountain?"

The Drunken Sword Immortal took out the wine gourd hanging on his waist, took a sip of wine, and said very casually: "As long as you have Nandou Mountain in your heart, you can enter from any corner at any time, and this is the most beautiful entrance." ”

Yang Zhao was stunned again when he heard the words of the Drunken Sword Immortal.

The Drunken Sword Immortal took a sip of the wine in the gourd, hung the gourd on his waist again, looked at the Nandou Peak in the distance, and laughed happily, as if he couldn't get tired of looking at it.

Nandou Peak was shrouded in twilight, and the Drunken Sword Immortal looked at Nandou Peak in the twilight, and he looked at the spiritual land of the Taixu disciples.

Looking at the back of the Drunken Sword Immortal, an indescribable emotion surged into Yang Zhao's heart, and the negative feelings in his heart before, those doubts and uneasiness were all dissipated by the picture in front of him.

Looking at the clouds under the clouds, looking at the world outside the world, what kind of feeling is that, Yang Zhao doesn't know, his sea of consciousness is now confused, and the disappeared back appears in his sea of consciousness again, and it is difficult to disperse for a long time.

PS: Tomorrow is another Mid-Autumn Festival, I was still in Beijing today last year, but now I am at home, time flies so fast, think about the Bodhisattva I made during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, but now the scene is different.

Hehe, some small sighs.

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