You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 488 Mirror Moon Valley

Deep in the dark forest, a demon quietly shuttled between dense ancient trees. Its eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkling and sparkling with cunning and deep light. Its eyebrows were long and strong, slightly raised, revealing a hint of the majesty of a king. Its skin was a light emerald color, and as the sunlight penetrated, it glowed with a faint green light, as if it contained the secrets of the ancient forest.

Its movements were light and agile, and even when it jumped between dense branches, it never touched a leaf. Whenever it stopped and stared into the distance, its eyes seemed particularly focused and penetrating, as if it could see through all the vanity in the world. When it squinted its eyes and shot its torch-like gaze at its prey, it revealed a sense of sharpness and coldness.

Its body is upright, and it is covered with emerald scales, each of which looks like a finely crafted work of art, emitting a faint luster. Its tail is long and flexible, and when it swings, it creates gusts of wind, like an invisible sword, leaving ripples in the air.

Although it looks ordinary, its elegant temperament and calm attitude that it inadvertently reveals make it impossible to ignore its existence. In this forest shrouded in the spiritual charm and mystery of heaven and earth, it is like a hidden master, silently observing the rise and fall of all living things, but never easily showing its edge.

Jiang Qiu and others found it, inquired about the situation of the third heaven, and inquired about the reason why the realm disappeared. After all, after coming to the third heaven, Jiang Qiu felt that his realm had been lost, so he needed to understand the situation, especially how to go to the fourth heaven.

You know, the Dragon Emperor Secret Realm has thirty-six levels, and there is still a long way to go, so he can't delay.

However, the demon had nothing good to say to the people in front of him, and every word he said revealed that they could not reach the fourth heaven.

Yes, the third heaven cannot lead to the fourth heaven, and everyone is used to a quiet and peaceful life and does not want to go to the fourth heaven at all. You know, it is very stable here, and all the ordinary monster tribes do not care about the situation in the fourth heaven.

Jiang Qiu frowned at this, and then he took Yiwei, Jiuwei Fox, and Ah Xiong to continue looking for more local monsters in the Third Heaven and inquire about the things in the Fourth Heaven. However, in his opinion, everyone had no realm, and they couldn't even use the spiritual charm of heaven and earth here, couldn't use any means of attack, and couldn't travel quickly, which was very troublesome.

Relying entirely on his personal physical strength, Ah Xiong finally played a role and was able to keep up with Jiang Qiu and others.

The morning mist slowly moved in the folds of the Qingming Mountains, like moonlight crushed by invisible hands. Shi Su stepped barefoot on the mossy stones covered with night dew, and the ice crystal bottle hanging around her waist and the silver bell on her skirt made crisp sounds. Tiny ice beads condensed on the ends of her hair - this is a unique mark of the snow demon clan. Whenever the morning dew condenses, her skin will glow like mother-of-pearl.

The morning mist in Jingyue Valley always rises at 15:30 in the morning. Shisu can feel the subtle water elements in the air awakening, like transparent fish swimming across her eyelashes, gathering into round pearls on the tips of the celestial leaves. She untied the ice silk wrapped around her waist, and the ice crystal spider at the end of the silk suddenly opened its eight sapphire-like compound eyes, and its slender legs drew a light blue track in the mist.

"Be gentle, Liuli." Zi Su touched the spider's carapace with her fingertips, and a slight tremor came from under the cold carapace. This spiritual spider from the cold abyss of the North Sea can spit out ice crystal silk that is thinner than spider silk. At this moment, it is slowly climbing along the aerial roots of the thousand-year-old banyan tree. The morning dew flows along the silk thread, and the moment it touches the mouth of the ice crystal bottle, it condenses into a light purple crystal cluster - that is the dew flower stained with the essence of the night-blooming primrose.

Suddenly, an ethereal sound came from the bottom of the valley, like a jade chime striking a cold spring. Zi Su knew that it was the black turtle guarding the pond, breathing in the moonlight, its bronze carapace refracting the last few rays of moonlight into a colorful rainbow bridge. She saw wood spirits wearing emerald raincoats collecting rock honey on the rock wall on the opposite bank. The firefly sticks in their hands would light up with an emerald halo every seven breaths, startling the phosphorus butterflies living among the stalactites.

When the first rays of morning light pierced through the mist, the entire Jingyue Valley suddenly came alive. Zi Su heard tiny explosions above her head. The cocoons hanging between the wisteria were opening one after another. The newly born mist monsters spread their translucent wings and wove the morning mist that had not yet dissipated into flowing gauze. The pond not far away was rippling, and the spring girls with ankle-length green hair emerged from the water. The fluorescent water plants entangled in their hair were swaying gently with their songs.

"Sister Shiso!" A childish call came from the doorway with hanging flowers. A little demon with deer antlers came stumbling over with a handful of snow-blue mushroom caps in his arms. "Grandma Medicine said that today's evening primrose should be paired with spores of Bidens trifoliata." He suddenly sneezed, and the fluorescent mushroom in his arms immediately spewed out light golden smoke, which condensed into a small star map in the air.

Shiso smiled and used an ice crystal bottle to catch the falling gold powder, and the dew in the bottle immediately rippled. These starlight mushrooms produced from the roots of the rotten firefly wood are important ingredients for preparing soul-soothing incense. Whenever the moon phase changes, the old medicine demon will take the younger generation to the dark cave to collect them. She noticed that the little deer demon's hooves were covered with mud-gold pollen. It should have just returned from Liufangping on the west cliff - where lilies of the valley that sing with the wind bloom all year round.

When the sun was hanging over the Mirror Moon Valley at noon, a sweet fragrance floated in the air. Shi Su walked back along the river bank full of sleeping fire lotuses and saw the banyan tree spirits weaving new tree houses with aerial roots. In those sky-high pavilions entwined with glowing vines, the newly transformed little flower fairies lay on the window frames and blew dandelion-like star fluff at the passing wind elves.

The stream suddenly rippled with silver waves, and groups of water rays swam close to the riverbed, their translucent tails casting swimming spots of light on the pebbles. Zi Su squatted down and watched her reflection being smashed by a group of rainbow-shining rays. These spiritual fish, which were only recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", were now swimming upstream with the petals of crystal orchids in their mouths - there was an ice cellar where the snow demons brewed cold spring wine.

When the dusk covered the Jingyue Valley with a dark blue gauze, Zi Su saw the eastern sky lit up with streams of fire. That was the trail of light trailed by the Bifang birds returning to their nests. Wherever their emerald feathers passed, the clouds would burn into red gold brocade. The fireflies in the valley began to gather, forming a rotating vortex of light above the ancient altar, and the eyes of the stone-carved Xiezhi were filled with a pale blue light, guarding the stele forest engraved with ancient runes.

The night wind brought the cold fragrance of snow lotus, and Zisu knew that the frost women were arranging the rituals for the moon festival. She finally looked at the Udumbara on the island in the center of the pond, which was spreading its petals. In the pistil of the thousand-year-old sacred tree, the plant spirits that were being nurtured could be vaguely seen. The dew in the ice crystal bottle was now glowing with a soft moon-white light. Tomorrow, these essences condensed with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be sent to refine the life treasures of the newborns of the demon race.

She, the Snow Demon Zi Su, is just as her name suggests, a mysterious demon that haunts the snowy land in the cold winter. She has long silver-white hair that dances in the wind, as pure and flawless as the snow flying all over the sky. Her eyebrows reveal an extraordinary temperament, her eyebrows are like ink, her eyes are like lacquer, and her deep and clear eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and seem to hide the secrets of the ice and snow kingdom. Her eyes are like the stars in the winter night, clear and deep, flashing a sharp light that cannot be ignored. Zi Su's skin is as white as snow, as delicate as the earth covered by the first snow, without a trace of dust. She has a straight nose and thin and rosy lips, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, both cold and attractive. The lines of her face are soft but firm, showing a contradictory beauty of ice and fire.

Her figure was light, like snowflakes floating in the air, without a trace of weight. Snow Fairy Zi Su was wearing a white long skirt, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, like clouds surrounding her, giving people a sense of ethereal and otherworldly. The long skirt was inlaid with crystal clear ice crystals, and every step she took emitted a dazzling brilliance, like sunlight reflected on the snow.

Wherever the Snow Demon Zi Su went, the air seemed to be condensed with light frost. Her every frown and smile revealed her innate nobility and indifference, as if she was the king of the snowy land, controlling the fate of the cold winter. She exuded a kind of cold majesty that made people unable to look directly at her, just like the cold wind in the Arctic, biting and ruthless.

Around the snow demon Shisu, there are often fluttering snowflakes, which seem to be attracted by her aura and dance around her. Although the snow demon Shisu has daunting power, her appearance often heralds the tranquility and peace after the snow. She is the messenger of winter and the embodiment of ice and snow.

The Jingyue Valley where she lives is a secret place hidden in the mountains. The scenery in the valley is beautiful, with the lake and mountains complementing each other. In the early morning of Jingyue Valley, a layer of mist floats on the lake, as if a veil covers the beautiful figure on the water. The willow trees by the lake sway gently, swinging their graceful figures with the wind. Occasionally, a few bird calls penetrate the mist, crisp and pleasant, making people feel peaceful.

There is a small island in the middle of the lake, with lush trees, flowers and grass. A winding path leads to the pavilion on the island. In the morning light, the shadow of the pavilion sways on the lake. From time to time, bursts of melodious and long piano sounds can be heard from the island, as if telling an ancient story.

Walking along the lake, you can see some demon women in ancient costumes picking lotus. Their laughter and singing echo on the lake, blending into nature. Occasionally, a dragonfly flies over, skimming the water, stirring up ripples, which gradually spread out, refracting the sunlight into stars that shine on the lake.

In one corner of the valley, there is a sea of ​​flowers, with various flowers blooming in colorful and fragrant colors. Bees are busy among the flowers, collecting sweet nectar. Butterflies are dancing, as if cheering for this beautiful scenery.

In the afternoon, the sun moved overhead, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the lake, making the water sparkle as if sprinkled with a layer of gold powder. On the stone bridge by the lake, several demon children were playing and fighting, immersed in this picturesque scenery, peaceful and happy.

In the evening, the mist on the lake gradually dissipated, revealing an orange sky. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the mountains, dyeing them with a layer of mysterious golden red. On the small road in the valley, the close-knit demons held hands and enjoyed this moment of peace and romance.

As night falls, Jingyue Valley becomes even quieter. The lake reflects the stars, as if the stars in the sky have fallen to the earth. On such a night, all troubles seem to flow slowly with the lake water and disappear in the endless night.

Jingyue Valley is a dreamlike place. It has different styles no matter in the day or at night, which makes people intoxicated and nostalgic.

After searching many places, Jiang Qiu, under the introduction of some demon tribes, led Yiwei, Jiuwei Fox, and Ah Xiong into Jingyue Valley. They saw towering ancient trees and swaying shadows. The mist in the valley seemed like a veil between heaven and earth, and the haziness was full of tranquility. The breeze blew through the forest, and there were bursts of rustling sounds, like whispers. He stepped on the ground full of fallen leaves, making a tiny sound, and every step seemed to be stepping into the depths of time.

Not far away, a clear stream gurgled by, with a few fallen leaves floating on the water, gently fluttering in the breeze. The streamside was covered with moss, and occasionally a few small animals shuttled through it, curiously spying on these uninvited guests.

Jiang Qiu walked slowly forward, passing through patches of grass. The dew on the grass tips sparkled in the sun, like gems inlaid on a green brocade. The fragrance of flowers came with the wind, sometimes strong, sometimes light, intoxicating. In this quiet place surrounded by nature, his mood gradually calmed down, as if he had merged with the entire valley.

He came to a small pond, the water was like a mirror, reflecting the sky and the surrounding trees. Suddenly, a blue-tailed fish jumped out of the water, breaking the tranquility of the water and creating ripples. The man's eyes followed it, capturing every detail of the landscape, and his heart was filled with unspeakable emotion.

As we went deeper into the valley, the trees gradually became sparse, and an open meadow appeared. Wild flowers, red, yellow, and purple, were scattered on the meadow, like stars. In the middle of the meadow was a huge rock covered with moss, and time had carved a series of natural patterns on its surface.

The man sat down on the boulder, looked around, and felt the tranquility and harmony of the valley. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with this paradise, and all the troubles and noise were far away. Here, there were only the sounds of nature and his own breathing. Everything seemed so real and pure.

Soon, they met Zi Su. She did not feel repulsive to them as strangers, but was curious: "What's the matter with you coming to Jingyue Valley?"

Jiang Qiu nodded and explained his purpose. He wanted to find out where to go to the fourth heaven. At first, he wanted to find the castle that he could see when he first came to the third heaven, but after walking for a few months, he found that the castle was like a mirage and could not be found at all. Helplessly, he entered the famous Jingyue Valley and asked around.

(End of this chapter)