Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 242
The sun is shining brightly, and thousands of miles are like washing.

The snow-capped mountains are vast, with ice peaks and snow-covered ridges everywhere, chaotic mountains and clutter, not to mention people, even birds and beasts are gone, it is a desolate scene.

Meng Qiu and Shi Sheng rode together in a cloud of light, arriving leisurely and leisurely.

Since it was not yet the right time for the ceremony, Master Ji Le insisted on his identity and sent the two of them to come ahead of time.

In the Daxue Mountain, the shape of the mountain in the first half of the journey is still roughly similar, but in the second half it is completely different, and the scenery is even more disparate.

It was the first time for Shi Shengshang to travel away from Daoist Ji Le, Lu Min and others. Even though he was in the North Pole area, he had seen enough snow scenes, and he was still a little excited right now.

He didn't worry about the upcoming trial at all, but cared about other things.In the past three months, I asked Meng Qiu a lot about his travels.

At this moment, he still said: "Brother Meng Dao, have you ever been to this big snow mountain? If there is no one to guide the way, is there a way to find the way?"

Meng Qiu said: "I've been here twice, and even the Nanming Lihuo sword was obtained from somewhere in Daxue Mountain.

However, this mountain range is much wider than those of Emei and Mangcang.Between the east, west, north and south, they have completely different appearances, and it is difficult to count them as one place.

Moreover, it is covered with thick fog and snow, if there are no road signs, no one will be able to find a certain cave buried in the valley.

Besides, you see, when we first came here, the snowy ridge was low, and we could still see vegetation from time to time, but now it was a vast expanse, with no other colors except for a little ups and downs of high mountains and low mountains.

There are probably tens of thousands of the same mountain tops. The Qinglian Valley we are going to is hidden deep under the most secretive valley of the Daxue Mountain.

On weekdays, it is covered with ice and snow, and blocked by auspicious clouds below.If it weren't for the real person of Ji Le to guide the way, we can't find it if we come to find it. "

Shi Sheng understood a little, nodded, and said: "It's no wonder that Zen Master Dazhi didn't worry about those monks with no background or ability coming in. It's just this section of the road that stops ordinary monks."

The two continued to move forward. Meng Qiu took out a crystal ball, shook it, and said, "It's not far away. Let's go down, so as not to miss the spot."

After passing through the thick snow and fog and falling to the ground, it really changed a lot.

The land is vast and there are many mountains, the peaks are high and the valleys are deep. Either there is a mysterious sky above, or there is no land below. Most of them are formed by the accumulation of ice and snow for thousands of years.

The weather was extremely cold, and it was so hard and thick that it probably turned black.

The two walked along the direction of the road sign for a section of the road. The four mountains were quiet, not to mention human footprints, and even a shadow of a living creature was unimaginable.

The mountains are chaotic, the ice and snow are vertical and horizontal, the frozen clouds are misty, the dark fog is hazy, and the situation is extremely dangerous.

Shi Sheng couldn't help being a little surprised, and said: "Compared with Mangcang Mountain, this scene is even more desolate. Is it really the place where Zen Master Dazhi resides?"

Before the words fell, there was a faint voice of Sanskrit singing from behind a lone peak in front.

That peak originally protruded from a large mountain ridge, looking from the front, it is isolated and abrupt, piercing the cloud surface high, and its momentum is quite extraordinary.

The two hurried forward, and when they got around the side of the peak, they saw a sudden change in the situation. At this point, the mountain split suddenly and went straight down thousands of feet, forming an extremely steep canyon.

Looking closer, one hundred feet below the top is covered with clouds and mist, gloomy, but the cold wind howls, blowing the cold clouds in the valley like raging waves, and the sound of Sanskrit singing comes from the bottom of the valley through the clouds.

"Brother Meng Dao, is it possible that Qinglian Valley is at the bottom of the valley?" Shi Sheng asked, "But how do we go down?"

While observing, I heard another sound of Qingpan floating out of the clouds.As the clouds surged, a hole suddenly appeared in the clouds below.

Knowing this, the two of them immediately set up the escape light and slowly descended from the clouds.

The clouds are also somewhat mysterious, Meng Qiuyun opened up his Dharma eyes, but he didn't see through them, and his eyes were blurred.

After falling for hundreds of feet, I passed through the upper layer of clouds, and suddenly the outside was empty, only the clouds rolled naturally, very leisurely.

His vision immediately widened, completely different from the desolate look just now.

But I saw that the peak and cliff above the road on the way went straight to the bottom, the strange stones on both sides of the peak were ancient, and the wings were dense, and a wide cliff appeared in the middle.

Outside the cliff, there are hundreds of sandalwood trees, treasure-covered wreath buildings, dragons stretching out and phoenixes, all of which are magnificent, magical, and outstanding.

Not far outside the forest, there is another vast and boundless lake. The lake is clear and deep, covering a thousand hectares, scattered with a few green lotuses the size of a dustpan, some of which have people sitting on them, while others are empty.

Looking back, Meng Qiu saw strange rocks standing on the wings, sandalwood forests high above, peaks rising into the clouds at the back, vast expanse of space in front, flat lake like a mirror, it was clearly a cave layout, but there were no caves in the high cliffs, and no people could be seen.

He pulled the stone, swayed slightly, and landed on two empty lotus leaves.

When it landed on the ground, it was as stable as a flat ground, and the lake was deep, green and smooth, which was quite different from ordinary clear waves, and it was actually holy spring spiritual milk.

After sitting cross-legged, Meng Qiu looked around again. There were more than ten people, men and women, all young and handsome.

He still knows a few of them.For example, the one in the east is the only proud student of the famous Earth Immortal, Grandma Honghua in Fuxiantan of Osmanthus Mountain, Mo Fenghuang Shen Ruolan.

A long time ago, when Dai's family was fighting swords, Taoist Zui invited this person over to build a foundation and cultivate his base, and he was not at a disadvantage in the face of Sanxian's holy hand Lei Yin Luo Nanjia.

At that time, this woman was a well-known Tianjiao in the world, and Meng Qiu was just an ordinary casual cultivator, so the two sides had no friendship.

Meng Qiu also only nodded, and Shi Sheng on the same side introduced a few words.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, don't come here without any harm!" A monk on the opposite side clasped his hands together and saluted from a distance, but it was Huiming, the great disciple of the fourth generation of the Wutai Sect, the Great Vajra Iron Palm Monk.

Meng Qiu also saluted back, saying to listen to Shi Sheng.The latter naturally heard the name of this person, and suddenly said:
"Brother Dao Meng defeated this man with sword energy and thunder sound in Qingluo Valley back then, and he became famous all over the world, right?"

"That victory was a fluke. This person's strength should not be underestimated." Meng Qiu said a little solemnly, "Furthermore, the Wutai Taoism is extremely exquisite and unpredictable. If you meet this person, you must not underestimate the enemy."

Shi Sheng nodded and said, "Even Patriarch Ji Le praised the talent and skills of Patriarch Taiyi Hunyuan.

This person is the same as his ancestor Tuotuo master and master Zhitong monk. He is the first disciple of the same generation. I am just an unknown person, how can I dare to be arrogant? "

Meng Qiu's favorite thing about convenience is that he has a pure temperament, knows how to be good and bad, and never has the slightest bit of self-respect because of the doting of Daoist Bliss.

"Senior Meng, it really is you!" A lotus leaf floated from the side, and Yu Yingnan sat on it, with a pleasant surprise on his face.

"Huh?" Meng Qiuchu looked at the other party and didn't think there was anything unusual, but after a closer look, he knew something was wrong.

If the original Yu Yingnan was like a piece of beautifully carved jade, it was beautiful and precious, and you could tell it at a glance.

But right now, it seems to be buried back in the stone, only a little fluorescent light occasionally shines out, which makes people know that it is extraordinary, but it can't be seen clearly.

Back then, Meng Qiu said that Yu Yingnan had gone astray, and he regarded his talent as the most important thing, thinking that all his gains came from it, and ignored the teachings of his teachers, the subtlety of Taoism, and his own efforts.

He even regards fulfilling his talent as fundamental, forgets the true meaning of cultivating the Tao, and goes further and further on the wrong road.

But looking at it now, the temperament is very different, which is clearly a major change in mood.

Meng Qiu nodded secretly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Banbian is too good at tricks!"

Yu Yingnan gave a wry smile, and said, "I don't think there is any good method. Thinking about it now, I still have lingering fears."

She didn't talk about her experience, she just got up, bowed solemnly to Meng Qiu, and said, "Please wake up, Senior Kui, otherwise I will still be in a dream, wasting my spirituality and doing nothing."

After the ceremony, he sat back cross-legged and said: "However, if senior wants to fight for the seven-treasure golden building, I will not retreat, and I still want to learn from senior."

Meng Qiu said with a smile: "That's good. If you want to be modest, wouldn't it be a joke for nothing?"

He didn't say that he came here this time to assist Shi Sheng, but only introduced the two sides.

Yu Yingnan was very solemn when he heard the name of the real person of Ji Le, and said: "The real person has been invincible for many years, and I also admire it very much, but it's a pity that I don't have the chance to meet him.

This time I was lucky to see Fellow Daoist Shi, and I was very happy in my heart. If I can bump into him later, please let me know. "

Shi Sheng also said: "The Patriarch asked me to come here with Brother Meng Dao, so that I can gain experience, recognize friends, and try out methods. If the Taoist friend is willing to fulfill his wish, I will be extremely happy, how dare I refuse?"

While speaking, Meng Qiu had already looked at all the people around him, and all of them were radiant and graceful.Three of them are particularly noteworthy.

A little baby, who seems to be no more than one year old, is still fluffy, and is carved with jade, sitting cross-legged in the lotus leaf with a decent appearance, with his eyes closed, as if he doesn't care about everything around him.

His whole body is rippling with rich and clear light, like a wicker, swaying left and right, driving the lotus leaves to sway, and walking slowly on the lake, it is very pleasant.

The second one is a young novice monk of seven or eight years old, about the same age as Shi Sheng.The gray monk's robe was slightly bulky, and it looked a little cute when it covered her body. She shook her head and looked around.

Seeing Meng Qiu's lively place, an envious expression immediately appeared on his face, his eyes widened, as if he really wanted to come here.

The third one is a young man in his twenties, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in white, with high spirits, looking at Meng Qiu, saluting with a smile, with a gentle tone, saying:
"This must be the world-renowned sword fairy Mengqiu Taoist friend, Yan Renying from the Miaozhen Temple in the West Dongting Mountain of Taihu Lake, and Fairy Biwen is my aunt."

Fairy Biwen, Yan Yumu, is the highest among the female immortals. Her mana and supernatural powers are not inferior to those of Tianmeng and Zunsheng, and she is stronger than Zen Master Dazhi.

Yan Renying made no secret of her background and background, and immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

Even the baby who closed his eyes and meditated opened his eyes for a look, then turned his eyes to the other side, and opened his mouth and said, "You are Meng Qiu?"

The child sounded like a baby, but his tone was not good. Meng Qiu replied, "Who are you?"

"Emei Li Hong!" Yingtong raised his head and replied proudly.

"I've never heard of it." Meng Qiu replied lightly, turned his head, nodded towards Yan Renying, and said to Shi Sheng in private:

"Right now, we don't know what kind of trial Zen Master Dazhi will make, but these two people must be careful."

Shi Sheng nodded, and said with a smile: "I'm the most unknown person in the field, whoever comes over, don't you have to be careful?"

Meng Qiu said: "That's true. There is no weak opponent who can come here. But don't be nervous. You have been fighting with me for so long. Most of them here are not your opponents."

While talking, Yu Yingnan led a man in his 20s over, with ape arms and shoulders, wasp waist and crane knees, handsome features and a radiant look.

Hanging on his back is a big bow that is as long as others, and a arrow bag slanted on his back. The arrows are seven or eight feet long and as thick as a teacup. There are eight arrows in total.

The person who came first said: "I am Yu Xiao in Kunlun, and I am under the tutelage of Mr. Zhong, an anonymous sword fairy."

Yu Xiao's outfit is the same as Naishu's style, and he doesn't put the magic weapon flying sword in the treasure bag, but carries it on his back.

Wudang is teaching half of the old nuns, who turned out to be the elders of Kunlun, and the relationship between the two families is not bad, so it is not surprising that Yu Yingnan knows Yu Xiao.

"It turned out to be the younger brother of Kunlun." Meng Qiu also saluted, "Mr. Zhong's name is also very impressive to me, and I admire it very much."

There are many monks who use swords in the world, but only a few of them are famous for it, but most of them are concurrently trained, only Mr. Zhong is good at it.

And Meng Qiu's title of "Sword Immortal" is of course a sympathy for each other.It's just that the sky is wide and the earth is wide, and there is no chance to see the north and south.

Seeing the excitement here, the little novice couldn't hold back immediately, paddling the lotus leaf and said:

"Fellow Daoist Meng Qiu, I also want to know you. I am a disciple of Zen Master Baimei, the little divine monk A-Tong."

"Pfft", Shi Sheng laughed first, and said, "Who would boast that he is a divine monk?"

A-Tong was a little embarrassed, nana a few times, unable to speak.

But Meng Qiu said: "I often pride myself on my swordsmanship, and others call me 'Sword Immortal', and I feel at ease. With his talent and cultivation, calling himself 'Xiao' is still modest."

Shi Sheng rolled his eyes and said, "Then Daoist Meng thinks, what kind of name should I choose, so that I look clever and intelligent."

Meng Qiu laughed, and said, "You are asking the wrong person. How can I know how to name others? Why don't you ask other fellow Taoists."

A-Tong immediately raised his hand and said, "I'm here to give Fellow Daoist Shi a prestigious name."

He found the fun, and immediately hid aside, chanting words, really preparing.

After a while of kung fu, a few more flashes of light fell down, there was nothing special about it, and there were no acquaintances.

After waiting for an hour, during the set time, no one came again, and the lake gradually became silent, all waiting for the master to come forward.

After another hour, it is reasonable to say that the sky is going to be dark, but this Qinglian Valley is simply another world, always bright as day, with auspicious clouds, and never dark night.

It's a pity that the place was originally under the wide gully of the Daxue Mountain, covered with layers of dense snow. Above the snow mountain, there are always dark clouds and misty clouds. You can never see a little blue sky, and you can't enjoy the beauty of the moon and the stars.

Meng Qiu was sighing to himself, when suddenly a gust of fragrant wind came from the lake and blew upwards, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the earth became brighter and brighter.

In a blink of an eye, the clouds and mists in the sky closed together, and the fragrant wind blew from the lake one after another.

(End of this chapter)