A dream is like a dream, and like the water in the river.

"Brother Zhao, where is this, where are we now?"

Xiao Bai lay on a bamboo bed, staring at his big eyes suspiciously, shaking the three little tails behind him, although he was no longer human, he still showed that cute posture.

Yang Zhao replied thoughtfully: "This is Nandou Mountain. ”

Xiaobai didn't react, but when she was still trying to ask something, Yang Zhao had already walked outside the house.

They had been here for a few days, and it had been raining for three days and three nights.

After Yang Zhao waited for the rain to stop, he was also carefully observing the Yiqiē of Nandou Mountain.

Looking at the top of Yunfeng Mountain, looking at the mountains and forests at dusk, although he can see the scene outside the mountain, but the inside and outside of the mountain are like two worlds, such a clear layer, how can he fly with the sword and not fly out of this Nandou Mountain, and he also has a vague concept in his heart: "Could it be that this Nandou Mountain really does not belong to this realm? but has become a space by itself? Just like the purple void secret realm." ”

Even so, Yang Zhao only hid this trace of doubt in the depths of his heart, and did not force him to know, and only asked later.

How many realms are there in the world? Yang Zhao didn't know either.

From the miscellaneous records of gods and demons, he learned that this cultivation realm is only three thousand small realms, and the cultivators of these three thousand small realms, whether they are cultivating the Tao, cultivating demons, or even cultivating Buddhas, demon beasts, and the legendary Confucian cultivators, will eventually fly into that higher level of interface, and this layer of interface is considered to be the three worlds of heaven, earth and man.

It seems to be distinct, but in fact, it is in the process of intermingling.

In fact, this is just people's imagination, just because from ancient times from the opening of the world to the present millions of years, there has never been a person from the upper realm who has come down to the realm, and the people's hierarchical description of the upper realm is just their own understanding of the Tao, and no one has been able to prove whether it is true or false.

Heaven and earth are vast, who can not speak.

It is fateful to walk in that upper realm.

Just when Yang Zhao was still losing his soul, Xiao Bai got off the bed and walked to his side, and whispered, "Brother Zhao, why did we come to Nandou Mountain again?"

"Well, how do I know? Yang Zhao shook his head and said.

Indeed, Lu Wu only told him that the Void Divine Sword brought them here, but how exactly they came here, Yang Zhao really couldn't figure it out.

Vaguely, he felt something pass through his mind, as if he had grasped something, but when he looked closely, it was blank.

A loud noise came from nowhere, and Yang Zhao, who was still thinking about it, suddenly woke up, his body shook, and then he came to his senses.

But when Yang Zhao came to his senses, there was a whisper in the distance, accompanied by the sound of the piano flute, and the whispering master said: "Why do you think so clearly?"

When Yang Zhao heard this secret voice, he let out a loud "ah", and the picture in his mind disappeared with the wind, like a broken piece into thousands of pieces, never to be seen again.

Xiao Bai heard Yang Zhao's shouting, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to jump on Yang Zhao's shoulder, and gently stroked Yang Zhao's ear with his slender tail, as if he was also understanding Yang Zhao's painful expression.

She also knows the name of Nandou Mountain, although she is Yun Piao's younger sister, she doesn't dare to go wild in this Nandou Mountain, so she can only stare into the distance fiercely.

In fact, Xiaobai is the owner of the whispering voice.

Yang Zhao knew that if it weren't for this sentence from Lu Wu, he would probably have a trace of demonic obstacles in his heart.

After Yang Zhao came to his senses, although he was a little dumbfounded, he could clearly distinguish between good and bad, and he also arched his hand to the front and said, "Thank you Lu Wu Immortal Master for enlightening." ”

"If you have more to say, come to the top of this Nandou Peak, and I will talk about it again and again. Lu Wu said again.

Yang Zhao didn't dare to say much, so he had to take Xiaobai to the peak of this Nandou Mountain.

At this time, the morning sun has not risen, but you can also see that the light and shadow on the horizon are confused, the wind comes and floats through the clouds, and then drifts back and forth, reflecting the heaven and the earth, and it is also full of glow.

Yang Zhao walked with his sword and flew towards the highest place of the South Dipper Mountain, only to feel that the true qi was steaming, as if the pressure of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was hindering his progress.

The most important thing in the art of the sword is the balance between the true qi in the body and the heaven and earth vitality, but under the pressure of this huge heaven and earth vitality, it is already good that he can control the operation of the true qi in the body, how can he be able to use the sword for a long time?

As a last resort, Yang Zhao could only compress the true qi in his body continuously, and then compress it again until it reached the peak.

If it was someone else, he would have already fallen from the pressure of this heaven and earth vitality at this moment, but Yang Zhao relied on the thick purple void true qi to support the operation of the true qi in his body, carrying Xiaobai and maintaining a balance, and then flying with the sword.

But the squeezing force of the Heaven and Earth Vitality was like a boulder falling from the peak, straight down, no longer as stable as before, which really hurt him.

I don't know how long it took, the vitality of the heaven and earth changed from the peak to the ebb and flow of the sea, although it was also so turbulent, but there was also a trace of the direction.

Because of this, Yang Zhao was able to survive under this huge pressure, but Yang Zhao still couldn't see the peak of this Nandou Mountain.

The Void Excalibur under his feet seemed to feel the master's sense of impatience, and it actually began to speed up continuously.

The bitterness of the compression of the true yuan and the retrograde of qi and blood slowly tormented Yang Zhao.

But for Yang Zhao at this moment, the pain was meaningless, his divine consciousness actually began to show an involuntary anesthetic state, and the book of the Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture also emitted a purple rainbow light in his sea of consciousness, and the distorted pain was gradually dissipated.

Yang Zhao's heart was soft at this time, but his expression was so vigorous, as if he was full of a trace of pleasure.

The sun turned, the sun had already used the horizon line, and felt the change in light, although Xiao Bai was anxious, he could also feel the changes in Yang Zhao's heart, so he could only say worriedly: "Brother Zhao, why don't we rest for a while." ”

"How can this be done, the summit is near, how can I retreat. ”

After Xiao Bai waited for Yang Zhao to finish speaking, there was silence for a while.

Yang Zhao also roared out of his mouth after a period of silence, and the suffocating breath in his chest began to stir up.

Immediately, the true qi was running for a few weeks, and the compressed true yuan was also slowly flowing in the veins, and his mind was suddenly clear, and it seemed that the realm that had not been broken for a long time had also loosened a little at this time.

Yang Zhao couldn't help but sigh, this Nandou Peak was really a strange place, just slightly compressing the true yuan, and suddenly exploding, it could also produce an immediate effect, he couldn't help but feel excited, and under this refreshment, he decided to move forward more quickly.

In just half an hour, he came from the bottom of the mountain to the half-waist of the Nandou Peak, which shows how high this Nandou Peak is.

There was nothing to do all the way, Yang Zhao was also carefully observing the scenery around Nandou Mountain, although he had a rough look a few days ago, but he had never been to the main peak of this Nandou Mountain, at most he had been to the peak of Qingping Gorge.

He was shocked to find that the sky at this time had become a blue ocean, the clouds were like fish in the ocean wandering in the wind, and the Taixu Peak in the distance was only half as tall as the South Dipper Peak, and the prohibitions on the South Dipper Peak were countless.

These prohibitions were layered under the illumination of the daylight, wave after wave, and they also reflected the brilliant glow.

Xiao Bai was also very surprised by this, flicked his little tail, and asked with wide eyes: "Brother Zhao, this Nandou Mountain is really a strange place, but how do I always feel that those people outside just can't see us." ”

Xiaobai also discovered this strange phenomenon, but in her heart, she didn't want to destroy this beautiful picture, so she had to sigh lightly, saying that this doubt was buried deep in her heart.

Yang Zhao couldn't answer this, and seeing that Xiaobai didn't ask any more, he didn't reply, and he enjoyed this beautiful painting with Xiaobai.

Under the illumination of the sun, among the green willows in the mountains, Qingyin is dressed in light white clothes, like a river of spring water, and the white clothes are also accompanied by willow branches gently fluttering in the wind, which looks extremely comfortable.

What a stunning fairy in the world, Yang Zhao looked at her quietly like this, not daring to make any noise.

Qingyin seemed to feel Yang Zhao's gaze, flicked his white sleeves, and showed a trace of shyness in his willow eyebrows, and then his face changed, and he smiled at Yang Zhao again.

With this smile, Yang Zhao was suddenly stunned.

A touch of white clothes, like clouds in the sky, Qingyin gently stroked the silk of willow leaves, and then looked at Yang Zhao's dull face, and the smile became more and more dynamic and real.

This white figure disappeared between the green willows in an instant when Yang Zhao was still in a daze, and only the thin willow was still fluttering in the wind.

A wisp of white clothes, like a cloud in the sky, and like a petal in a snowy winter.

Yang Zhao looked at the slightly trembling branch, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked back faintly:

Halfway up the mountain,

The green willow is clear but high.

Looking at the clouds flying a few swallows,

How can you look forward to the wind everywhere.

Unconsciously, after more than half an hour, Yang Zhao and Xiaobai came to the top of Nandou Peak.

Yang Zhao saw this person he didn't want to see until now, and this person was Lu Wu.

PS: Alas, today I was going to go to the hospital for a check-up, every time I coughed my ribs, it hurt badly, but now it doesn't hurt much, it's really troublesome, all in all, it's still a sentence - ask for collection, ask for recommendation.