Nan Forget looked out at the lake.With just a simple turn, the drunkenness in her eyes disappeared, and her body exuded the fresh air of the mountains, and more importantly, her bearing was extremely majestic, and she turned back into the Qingrong Peak Lord of Qingshan.The boat moved without oars, broke the waves, stirred up countless splashes, and soon came to a short distance from the lake.The doctor knelt on the ground, holding a case file in both hands, not daring to look up.Nan Wang stretched out his hand to take the case file in the air, unfolded it and swept it twice, and said to Jing Jiu: "I still have to go to Lushan." ”Countless extremely thin strings of swords sprouted on the surface of the lake, forming a net-like thing.Nan Forget rose into the air, stepped on the net with his bare feet, and flew towards the sky with a swish.Immediately afterward, the cosmic front broke through the sky.The lake was rippling, and it took a while for it to calm down.………… Lushan is a famous mountain in the southwest of Chaotian Continent, and its fame mainly comes from the Nanban tribe, and it is said that the temple where the Nanban worships ancestors is here.Two sword lights fell in the valley, and Nan Forgot looked at the surrounding mountains and fields, silent.She is the owner here, but she has not returned for many years, so it is inevitable that she is a little strange, and because of the things in the south, her mood is a little heavy.Of course, Nan Chao is not in Lushan, if the shutter people can find him, why is Qingshan like a great enemy?
This is a clue that Liu Ci Zhenren asked Shuiyuean to calculate with heaven and man.She waved her sleeves, and the silver bracelet on her wrist struck, making a nice crisp sound, and hundreds of wild bees flew out of the flowers and trees in the mountains and fields, following the sound and flying into the distance.Jing Jiu knew that she was calling the elders of those tribes to help.It didn't take long for a black smoke to suddenly rise dozens of miles away.………… The sword light broke through the dense forest, and the leaves were cut off, falling in a row, and kept flying, like a flock of birds that had been killed.There is a clearing in the woods, and there is a somewhat rudimentary temple, which mountain god is enshrined.The temple was surrounded by curtains, and the knots were scribbled, and it was evident that they had been done in a hurry.Jing Jiu's eyes looked through the curtain and saw at least dozens of barbarians kneeling on the ground, touching the ground with their foreheads, their bodies trembling slightly, not fear but excitement.In the distance, there were more barbarians in the mountains and fields rushing towards this side, and no one dared to glance at the mantle, but they all knelt with their heads bowed, and looked extremely reverent.There were several old men who were dressed differently, more gorgeously dressed, with silver collars on their bodies, who should be wizards, elders, and the like.Nan Wang's expression did not change at all, and he seemed to be very used to this kind of treatment.She said something that was somewhat incomprehensible.The Nanbans outside the curtain bowed their heads and kissed the ground, and then retreated farther away.Jing Jiu walked into the temple, looked at the statue of the god with a half-lotus, a hand supporting his chin, and a graceful attitude, felt a little familiar, and asked, "This is your ancestor?"
”Nan Forget said, "It's me." ”Jing Jiu was stunned, and then relieved.The biggest difference between a practitioner and a mortal is the lifespan.And time is a myth.The floor of the temple had been dug up, revealing something black.Judging from the freshness of the soil, it should be that the tribal elders here have just dug it up after receiving a message from Nanwang.Those black things are not coal, they are shady wood.There will be many thousand-year-old trees buried in the ground of the Nanban Temple, called the Divine Wood, and these Divine Trees suddenly become Yin Wood, which naturally means a lot of things.Nan Wang's expression became solemn, and he sat on the ground, but his breath was even more lazy.Her left foot was retracted under her hips, her right leg stretched forward, her bare feet like a white lotus, and she supported her jaw with her hands, thoughtfully.If she carries a wine jug in her hand at this time, it is a common picture of a drunken boulder beauty on the top of Qingrong Peak under the starry sky.There are no flasks.At this time, she looked like the statue of the god in the temple.Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.Nan forgot to close his eyes, as if asleep.The silver bells on her body rang suddenly.These little silver bells adorned on her body never rang at will, whether they were walking or flying with their swords.The silver bells vibrated faster and faster, and the crisp sound became denser and denser, passing through the curtain and resounding through the mountains.Outside the temple, the cheers of the Nanban were heard, followed by rough and vibrant music and singing, and then the sound of footsteps stomping on the ground.It's time to start dancing.Time passed slowly, Nan Forget was still asleep, and the silver bell was still ringing until nightfall.When the bonfire was lit, the barbarians did not feel tired, but still sang and danced, but under the influence of alcohol, they became more enthusiastic.Jing Jiu felt that there were at least thousands of breaths, converging in the mountain temple, getting thicker and thicker, and about to turn into raindrops of joy.Nan Wang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were emotionless, and he pointed at the air at random.It seems to be a simple finger, but it is a combination of Qingrong Feng's gratuitous swordsmanship and Nanbantong's divine technique, looking at the Chaotian Continent, only she can perform it.Countless extremely fine filaments of light erupted from her fingertips, instantly weaving into a huge pattern.This pattern is bright and dark, gradually forming a shape, and it can be vaguely distinguished that it is a map of the Tiannan Continent.The closer you get to Lushan, the clearer the map becomes, even a stream or a cave will be marked, and the farther you go, the more blurred the pattern becomes, and the distant kingdom of ice and snow is completely blank on this map.There is an obvious point of light on the map near Lushan, which should be the mountain temple where they are now.A very dark line stretched out from that point of light into the distance.Jing Jiu knew it was his turn.His gaze fell on the blank space below the map, where there was an additional point of light.There is the South China Sea, where the treasure ship of Penglai Shendao was slaughtered.The second point of light had reached the southern shore, where the entire village had died mysteriously.Immediately after that, more and more points of light appeared, and that was what the Qingshan Sect considered suspicious these days.The distribution of these points of light may seem irregular, but if you look at it from a distance, you can vaguely see that it is like a fan, from the depths of the South China Sea to the small villages on the shore, which is a line, and then gradually spreads out to the north.The dark line that left the mountain temple came into this fan, gradually separated, and became more than ten light spots, neatly arranged up and down.Yizhou is not far from this light spot.Then the West Sea is not too far away.Jing Jiu was silent.He thought that Nan Chao would make other choices, but he didn't expect the other party to be so confident.Nan forgot to sit all night, consumed too much energy, inevitably a little tired, stretched his waist, and said, "Where is it?"
”Those spots of light just look small on the map, in fact, there are at least hundreds of miles in a radius, to find out the dozen or so spots, when she spoke, she leaned forward and closed, the silver bell moved slightly, pouting her mouth, like an ordinary barbarian girl who has been wronged.Jing Jiu looked at her snow-white belly and thought to himself how good it would be not to drink.Nan Forget noticed his gaze and said, "Do you want to ......"
Jing Jiu didn't want to die, and he didn't want to touch it, so he pointed to a certain spot of light on the picture and said, "Here." ”Nan forgot about the previous incident and asked, "Why?"
”Jing Jiu pointed to the village by the sea and said, "At the normal speed of movement, the most likely place for him to go right now is here." ”Nan Forget thought to himself that the realm of the Kirishima Ancestor was unfathomable, coming and going freely for thousands of miles like a sword immortal, what is normal speed?
Jing Jiu said: "If Nan Chao leaks out a trace of aura, he will be detected by the Qingshan Sword Formation, so he must have found some way to temporarily block the aura, just like Emperor Xiao did."
But no matter what the method, he couldn't move, or he would definitely leak his breath. ”No one in the Chaotian Continent can really move consistently.Even if he learned the Nether Immortal Sword, he could only achieve an infinite approximation.Since Nan Qian absolutely cannot be moved, he can only let others deliver it, and in order not to attract the attention of the cultivation world, he can only use the most ordinary method to transport it.Who was the one who sent Nan Chao into the depths of the Chaotian Continent?
It was definitely not the Xihai Sword Sect, because the Qingshan Sect had been staring at that side.Jing Jiu didn't know who that person was, only another fact, and said, "He's in the coffin." ”Nan Forget's expression changed slightly as he thought about the dark aura he had sensed when he had used the Channeling Technique earlier.………… A carriage carrying a coffin had been heading north on the official road a few days ago.The coffin is an old coffin, and at a glance you know that it is very well raised.The girl who drove the car was also very well raised.The girl was petite, Rong Feng was charming, and she was wearing a white filial piety robe, which was even more delicate, which aroused the interest of many wicked people.But how did those wicked people know that the girl was once the real wicked person in the forest of immortality.Nanzheng didn't dare to kill people at will, but it was still easy to get rid of these people.More than ten days later, she drove to a reckless wild mountain, the mountain road has reached the end, and the city outline is hidden in the distance outside the cliff, but it is a matter of hundreds of miles away.There was not even a trace of aura in the mountains here, and it was really barren to the extreme, and she guessed that it should be the wild mountains around Yizhou.This wild mountain is sparsely populated, and there are no cultivation sects, only the Baotong Zen Temple, which was founded by Zen Buddhism in order to clean up the miasma, is still here.Nanzheng didn't expect that there was a temple in this wild mountain.Or the mountain temple of the tribe that she was once familiar with, but had not seen in many years.It's at least thousands of miles away from Lushan, why is there a temple in the tribe?
The mountain temple is old and small, and when the coffin is carried inside, there is only a very narrow space left, barely able to lie down.When she turned to look at the black coffin, the strange feeling in her heart became even stronger.There was no breath in the black coffin, and the ancestor inside seemed to be really dead.She didn't know what the ancestor was doing here, and she didn't know how long she would have to wait here, but she didn't dare to leave at all.When night came, the mountains were like ink, and there was no sound at all, not even the cry of wild beasts.Nanzheng is a master of the Immortal Forest, so he is naturally not afraid of wild beasts, but he is afraid of this quietness.She found some oil under the stone statue of the mountain temple and poured it into the lantern outside the temple.The lantern was broken but still lit, and it was red.Warm red lights illuminate the ruined temple.It looks a little festive.It's also a little scary.……'…… Uploaded on the phone.,I don't know what's going on.,I originally wrote a bunch of testimonials.,Annoying ()