Penglai Xiandao has always had the reputation of a fairyland on earth, Jia Jia pushed the door out, the red sun rose in the east, jumped above the horizon, and the whole Penglai Xiandao also began to come alive.Shenhezhuang is extremely high above the whole Penglai Immortal Island, it is to stand on the top of the Shenhezhuang, you can easily see the beautiful scenery of most of Penglai Immortal Island, and the Penglai Immortal Island under the clouds and mist is a blessed land in the world, Jia Jia looked back at the little boy who was standing in the courtyard not far away with a long sword, and couldn't help but smile, the clothes hidden in the Kunlun sect are wide-sleeved robes, and the monks wearing them have a little more fluttering clothes.The little boy who danced the sword gradually withdrew his hand, but saw the female cultivator not far away standing under the Luoying tree, motionless, but her clothes were fluttering, and the hunting clothes made her look as if she was going to return with the wind.The little boy approached the nun with some doubts, and standing in the position of the nun could take in most of the Penglai Immortal Island.The rare eyes showed a little confusion: this beautiful picture of the fairy island on the sea seemed to be frozen in an instant.Even the breath in the body paused for a moment, but when I looked at myself, it didn't seem to be.The little boy was a little confused, and he intuitively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, it was normal everywhere.The little boy saluted the girl: "Master." ”The nun bowed slightly: "Showa, go out for the teacher to take a look at the weather in the East China Sea in the past few days, and you stay here." ”"Yes, Master."
The little boy bowed his head and saluted, and looked up to see that the nun had gone out.Her speed was not fast, step by step, and she walked down the stone steps of Shenhezhuang.The young man hugged his sword and meditated, and after a long time, he finally rolled up his sleeves, reached out, and paused for a long time before shaking his head: "No wind." ”But the young man's eyes turned to the nun who had descended the stone steps, and she was still fluttering, as if she wanted to ride the wind back."
Could it be that the master used spiritual power" The young man was a little puzzled, but he was not attached, the master's practice was not similar to him, he didn't even cultivate his own practice, how to talk about the master's practice.The young man sitting cross-legged took out a spiritual fruit from the storage bag and took a bite: he has not yet opened the valley, so he still has to use the Bigu Dan, those Bigu Dan taste the same as chewing wax, the master took pity on him when he was young, and helped him find a lot of spiritual fruits, and he chewed the spiritual fruit to satisfy his hunger in the first day.A spirit fruit in the stomach, he only felt warm, the last bit of space in the small world of the dantian was also filled, it was time, the little boy sat cross-legged, the palm-sized long sword was held in his hand again: I sword and I dance, drunk and sang wildly The little boy's face was slightly red, his eyes were blurred but bright, and the Kunlun classics that he knew by heart danced out one by one in his hand, and the spiritual power in the dantian surged to the major meridians of the body with the sword dance, as if a hundred rivers converged on the sea.The shackles had been on him for more than a month, and the shackles from the middle to the late stage of Qi training seemed to have become less unbreakable with his sword dance.The little boy has nothing else in his heart at the moment, only a long sword in his hand, Jian Xiu cultivates a sword, he is the most faithful monk in the world today, this sword integrates all the hard work of Jian Xiu, he cultivates the Tao, focuses on one thing, until the extreme, and the end of the pursuit is the Tao.The aura in the courtyard swept away towards the little boy's body, and the boy danced his comprehension of the sword with one move and one sword.The monks of the East China Sea also have a place to barter, the sea square market will be opened on the 10th and 20th of every month, for the monks to barter and trade, Jia Jia stood in front of the Fang market platform, stopped for a long time, but did not pass, turned around and walked to the side of the East China Sea Wentian Pavilion.In the Wentian Pavilion, there is a monk who strokes the qin alone, caressing the qin, playing the music, which is ordinary and not good.Jia Jia stood on the side for a long time.Monk Fuqin finally stopped and looked at Jia Jia: "This real person, your cultivation is so high, what are you doing here to ask the Heavenly Pavilion" Monk Fuqin is only a cultivator in the Jindan period, and most of the people who come to the Heavenly Pavilion are Zhuji, and occasionally a few Yuanying monks will come over to ask questions.This place should never be a place where a high-ranking monk like the one in front of him who may have reached the point of being out of his body or even hiding the gods."
Ask the Heavenly Pavilion about the disaster at sea, the climate changes, this is what this seat asks, why can't you come," the nun asked rhetorically.Monk Fuqin looked at the female cultivator dressed in Kunlun's sect uniform and was a little surprised: "Real person, you want to go to the sea Penglai, Yingzhou, and the route between the three islands of Fangzhang, and the route in the seventeen islands is almost open, and these routes are blessed by the dragon god, there will be no catastrophe, you don't have to come here to ask." ”"I'm not here to ask about the route of the seventeen islands in the East China Sea, I just want to know when the Lost Sea of the Ten Bad Omen of the East China Sea will come" The Jindan monk who was fuqin in the "Lost Sea Area" looked at Jia Jia with a stunned face, and when he saw her expression, he knew that he had heard correctly, but he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, "Ten medium-grade spirit stones." ”Jia Jia pushed the Zhongpin Spirit Stone with his backhand.Monk Jin Dan glanced at Jia Jia, there was still confusion in his eyes, but he had already gotten up and walked to the side of the Heavenly Instrument, made several magic seals, and recited a mantra in his mouth that he couldn't really hear.Jia Jia looked at the spherical and frozen Tianyi in mid-air, silent.This is the Heavenly Instrument, a spiritual weapon that can be used to divinate the sea in the Middle East Sea, and it is generally counted when the monks of the East China Sea want to go out to the far sea, so as to avoid those dangers that can be avoided.After the calculation, Brother Jindan wrote the results on a bamboo slip and handed it to Jia Jia: "Real person, the result is here." ”"Yes."
Seemingly unwilling to listen to his persuasion, the female cultivator walked very fast, but with a dazzling effort, she disappeared in front of his eyes.Monk Jin Dan held the ten medium-grade spirit stones in his hand, and was still a little stunned, and after a while, he couldn't help but shake his head: "What is the place of the Lost Sea, no matter how high the cultivation is, it is not a void if you have no life, I have never seen someone who is so anxious to die." ”"What kind of life" The person who walked in from outside the door obviously heard his muttering and couldn't help but ask."
No, the island master, the disciple has seen the island master."
Knowing that the island owner, who was rare in the past few days, would come here, and hearing his complaint, the monk was nervous and a little excited, and hurriedly saluted."
What is even a real person to do" is this generation of Penglai Island owner Mo Dongxing in the East China Sea, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, although he is not handsome and chic, but he also has good facial features, and his smiling appearance looks very kind."
Hey, I didn't call for anything.That Kunlun's real person asked the disciple to calculate when the Lost Sea would appear" Monk Jin Dan's whole person was in excitement, and when Mo Dongxing asked, he answered instinctively."
What is she going to do there in the Lost Sea Area" Mo Dongxing smiled, showing a little suspicion, and after a while, asked him, "Do you calculate when" "One thousand two hundred miles west of Penglai.Next month fifteen. ”"Yes."
Mo Dongxing answered, turned around and left.The monk looked at the back of Mo Dongxing leaving, breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his seat and sat down, the moment his hand was just covered with the strings, his face suddenly changed: "Brother Lian Kunlun has suffered, the old island master has instructed, you must not inform the island owner of the movements of Lian Zhenren, the female cultivator of the Tibetan God Period in Kunlun, just now, I didn't notice everything, how is this good." ”t1706231537: