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

Chapter 494 Beidi Valley

Under the silk washing field on the south bank of Jinghu Lake, there is a moondial passed down from generation to generation by the demon clan. When Ah Heng spreads the snow silk yarn in a specific location, the yarn will automatically absorb the ancient memories in the earth veins: a school of fish composed of silver scales suddenly emerges in a certain section of the yarn, which is an image recording the coronation of the first generation of mermaid queens; another section shows a battlefield full of ghost orchids, recording the last battle between the demon clan and the drought demon. These hidden patterns will only be fully revealed when the moon is full, and then each piece of yarn will become a flowing epic scroll.

The moonstone polished by the boys is actually a solid moon phase. Inside the crystal stone in the hands of the wolf boy, which is gradually becoming transparent, is suspended the silver hook of the waxing moon. When he wipes the surface with a shark silk cloth, a ring-shaped nebula suddenly bursts out from the core of the stone - this indicates that tonight's moon festival will usher in the "double moon overlapping" astronomical phenomenon. He immediately bit his fingertips and dripped the blood bead with the wolf totem on the stone surface, and the nebula was immediately dyed crimson. This is an ancient way to send an emergency signal to the tree spirit.

The prayers composed of fireflies are changing. The original demon language of "Heaven and Earth Live Together" suddenly twisted into a spiral shape, and the brightness of each firefly increased tenfold. What they spelled out in the night sky was the dragon language of "change". The faces of all the demon elders suddenly became solemn - this prophecy meant that when the tree spirit awakened tonight, Qing'ai Ze would usher in a spiritual vein reversal that happens once every thousand years. The toad sand on Ah Heng's wrist suddenly became hot and bright, and she was shocked to realize that the new silver spots on her antler pattern were the marks of the "spiritual bearer" recorded in the ancient scrolls...

The veins of each ginkgo leaf are a miniature map, recording the coordinates of a secret place somewhere in Qing'aize; the soup spoon of the kitchen lady Su Granny is made of meteorite iron, and every time she stirs the soup, edible meteorite fragments fall into the soup; the spider spirit's loom uses rain silk as the weft and cicada chirping as the warp, and when the finished fabric is shaken open, it will rain lightly in accordance with the solar term; the rain leaves at the tree frog tea stall are actually his shed skin, and each leaf records the rhythm of precipitation in a specific year.

In this small world, time condenses on spider webs in the form of dewdrops, memories circulate in tree trunks along with annual rings, and each demon clan has thousands of stories. When the moonlight finally permeates every grain of dust in the green mist, the ancient spirits sleeping in the depths of the details are gazing at the world through the cracks in the world.

In the early spring morning sun, the young boy Ah Heng stood on the ancient stone bridge, his figure painted with golden edges by the sunlight. His black hair curled slightly, dancing in the wind, like the most gentle stars in the night. His eyes were as deep as the deepest lake in the night sky, shining with bright and firm light, as if he could see into the deepest part of people's hearts. His eyebrows were as firm as sword blades, and every move revealed his unyielding tenacity.

Dressed in a simple green robe, the boy's figure is slender but not too thin, instead exuding a youthful vitality and strength. His cheeks are a little immature, but the outline of his future handsomeness can be vaguely seen. His nose is straight, the lip line is clear, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, revealing a hint of imperceptible confidence and wit.

The young man was in an ancient Yaozu water village, with stone roads winding along the river, white-walled and black-tiled houses, and small bridges and flowing water. He seemed to be in deep thought, or waiting. Everything around him seemed so quiet, with only the occasional crowing of chickens and the sound of oars in the distance, adding a bit of vitality to the tranquility.

His every move seemed natural and calm. Even if the breeze ruffled his hair, it could not shake his focused eyes. At this moment, a dragonfly landed on his shoulder. He smiled gently, reached out to touch the light little life, his eyes full of kindness and love. This scene seemed to be the most harmonious picture of man and nature, which made people respect it.

He had lived in Qing'ai Ze for more than ten years and had seen many creatures, including many demons from other places, but he rarely saw people like Jiang Qiu. Although he was very old, his eyes were still bright and energetic. When the other party asked how to get to the fourth heaven, he answered according to the knowledge he remembered: "You can go deep into the North Valley and take a look. The demons living there are very powerful and possess great strength. They may have the answers you want."

Although he had lived for more than ten years, he had never thought of being able to enter the fourth heaven, and now he was living a stable and prosperous life. Naturally, he did not understand those strange things, so he could not answer Jiang Qiu.

Of course, it was also because he was just an ordinary demon and had no idea about deeper things. Moreover, not every demon had a strong background, so it was normal for him not to know some secrets.

"Thank you."

Jiang Qiu smiled slightly, leaning on a cane, and with the support of the Nine-tailed Fox and One-tailed Fox, he walked away step by step. His back looked a little haggard, but his figure was very determined.

Beidi Valley, Beidi is a very broad place name, it is not just Qing'a Ze, Beidi Valley is a place deeper than Qing'a Ze, the spiritual atmosphere here is also richer, which means that even if people cannot control the spiritual atmosphere themselves, they can still obtain it through certain complicated means. When Aying opened her eyes in the morning mist, the first thing that touched her nose was the sweet fragrance of Hypericum.

Seventeen tail tips trembled gently between the brocade quilts. The moment she stepped barefoot onto the suspended corridor, the evening primrose wind chimes hanging from the eaves began to tinkle. This was the first signal of the whole valley awakening. The morning breeze rolled in lavender mist from the direction of the Emerald Cliff, and the firefly fern spores suspended in the air flowed like a galaxy, weaving a halo around her snow-white ankles.

The valley is like a sleeping silver carp, lying in a cradle woven by three layers of barriers. The outermost layer is a belt of howling gale winds all year round, and the gray-blue wind blades can cut the stray birds into pieces; inside is a red crystal forest that stretches for hundreds of miles, and the jagged crystal pillars absorb sunlight during the day, and turn into thousands of scarlet lightsabers pointing straight to the sky at night; the innermost emerald cliffs are home to walking lantern trees, whose roots are deeply rooted in the earth veins. Whenever a strange breath approaches, the gnarled branches will bloom into thousands of green jade lanterns.

At this moment, Ah Ying leaned on the red lacquer railing, watching the morning mist flowing between the glazed tiles. The tree house where she lived was the tallest building in the entire settlement. Millions of years ago, an ancestor used spiritual power to catalyze the growth of the ancient ginkgo, allowing the thick branches to overlap in the air to form a nine-story pavilion. Dewdrops were dripping down the sacred wood carvings on the eaves, and were caught by the gecko maids with silver cups just before they touched the ground - these heavenly waters containing moonlight would later be sent to feed the newly hatched Bifang chicks.

The sea of ​​clouds in the southeast suddenly rippled, and the seven-colored sparrows lifted the curtain of mist and swooped down. Their emerald tail feathers swept across the moonlit lake, stirring up not water splashes, but clusters of ice crystal water lilies. Ah Ying smiled and waved at the flock of birds. The sound waves from the silver bell on her wrist made the water elves in the center of the lake look out one after another. Their transparent arms lifted the lotus leaves and gently placed the moonlight beads condensed last night on the center of the leaves.

The whole valley began to stretch its muscles. The snake-like vines wrapped around the wisteria corridor slowly wriggled, revealing the star-shaped orchids that they had guarded all night; the washerwomen living by the Mirror Lake tread on the water, and circles of rainbows bloomed where their toes touched; in the westernmost herb garden, the ginseng spirits pushed away the soil and shook off the morning dew, and the red fruits above their heads flickered with the breathing of the earth veins. As Ah Ying walked down the spiral wooden steps, the shadow foxes living between the beams and pillars jumped onto her shoulders one after another. These little creatures condensed from shadows whimpered like kittens, competing to lick her fingers with tongues condensed from mist. When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, she happened to walk to the dining hall on the bottom floor. The mountain ginseng and poria porridge that had been cooked all night on the stove was bubbling, mixed with the fragrance of freshly picked rime honey by the window.

The terrace outside the dining hall was suspended a hundred feet in the sky, and clouds were leaking through the gaps in the bamboo mats like cotton balls. Ah Ying held a green porcelain bowl and looked down at the scattered tree houses below. The pavilions hung between the branches with spiritual silk were waking up in the morning light. Light blue smoke floated out from the windows of each house, but it did not rise into the sky, but was absorbed by the glass bottles hanging under the eaves - these smoke and haze would later be refined into cinnabar for drawing talismans.

Her eyes were suddenly attracted by the waterfall of light in the southeast corner. It was a butterfly demon that had just completed its transformation and was testing its flight. Its three thousand pairs of thin wings reflected a blurry and colorful light in the sunlight. The newly formed wings were not very obedient yet, and a few reckless ones bumped into the edge of the barrier and were immediately gently bounced back to the flower field by the elastic spiritual net. The bee demons that were collecting honey laughed at this, and the gold powder that fell off formed a dazzling rain in the morning light.

When the glass bottle was full of smoke, Ah Ying was squatting on the edge of the terrace feeding the skylarks. The birds with golden wings did not peck at the millet in her palm, but brought her glowing pollen to exchange with her. The moment the smoke condensed into cinnabar at the mouth of the bottle, the whole valley rang with a clear bell - this was the signal for dinner.

Twelve vine bridges extended outward from the trunk of the ancient ginkgo tree, and little demons in silk gauze carried food boxes and shuttled between them. Ah Ying took the bamboo basket handed over by the gray rabbit spirit, opened the lotus leaf and saw the emerald dumplings steaming, the filling was snow lotus core pickled in morning dew. When she bit through the glutinous rice skin, thousands of colorful butterflies suddenly fluttered in the tree canopy. It turned out that the Kitchen Goddess opened the steamer, and the overflowing spiritual energy prompted the morning glory flowers in a radius of ten miles to bloom.

As the sun was setting in the west, Ah Ying followed the washing women to the south bank of Jinghu Lake. The lake water was divided into seven streams here, and each color carried different spiritual power. A cat demon in a scarlet skirt sat by the Red River, weaving silk threads dyed by the sunset into her wedding dress; several frog boys with lotus leaves on their heads searched in the Green River and fished out amber pebbles wrapped in water crystals.

The most lively place is the Silver Stream in the center. The ten-foot-wide waterfall hangs upside down in the air, and the memory spots of the demon tribes of past generations float in the water curtain. When Ah Ying stepped into the shallows barefoot, glowing little silver fish immediately pecked at her toes. When she scooped up a handful of water, a Udumbara flower made of ice bloomed in her palm. This was a special gift from Shui Ling to the girl with double buns.

As dusk fell, the fruits of the lantern tree began to glow. The silver bell on Ah Ying's wrist rang three times, signaling the opening of the West Street Market. She walked along the path full of luminous fungi and saw Pixiu making sugar figures with clouds and mist, and the Nine-Colored Deer selling Milky Way Sand with its horns.

The spider spirit selling velvet flowers is the most popular among the girls. The neon silk spun by eight hands at the same time can be woven into a shawl with changing patterns in a blink of an eye. Ah Ying exchanged the firefly fern spores she collected in the morning for a hairpin. The moment the jade cicada on the hairpin touched her hair, it immediately flapped its wings and sprinkled stardust like fine snow.

When the first star fell into Moon Shadow Lake, the entire water area suddenly became as transparent as a mirror. Ah Ying followed her tribesmen onto the lake, and the ripples created by her toes awakened the sleeping lotus lanterns. Countless glowing roots rose from the bottom of the lake, and the moment they came into contact with the moonlight, they blossomed into crystal orchids - this was the thousand-year-old lotus showing the four seasons in its memory.

The old Prime Minister Turtle slowly surfaced, the hexagrams on his shell flashing as he explained the star tracks to the young demons: "See the dewdrops on the handle of the Big Dipper? That's the Night God oiling the Milky Way." The little demons giggled and tried to catch the moon in the water, but they didn't know that their reflections had already been picked up by a leaping manta ray and turned into new patterns on its scales.

As Ah Ying slept in the flower vine hammock under the moonlight, the whole valley was undergoing the most magical transformation. The plants picked during the day grew again under the nourishment of the spiritual spring, the faded ancient totems on the rock wall automatically repaired themselves, and even her wrinkled gauze skirt in the evening was quietly smoothed by the wind spirit.

The thousand-year-old tung tree in the northeast corner suddenly shed its golden leaves, each of which turned into fireflies on the way down. The river formed by these light spots circled the barrier for three times, and finally stopped in front of Aying's window, condensing into a mist of light to protect the cub's sleep. The wind carried the night talk of the dandelion paratroopers in the distance, they were discussing which rainbow to take to set off tomorrow morning.

The entire secret realm follows a rhythm older than the sun and the moon. The swaying of each fallen leaf coincides with the trajectory of the stars, and the falling of each drop of dew responds to the heartbeat of the earth. There is no withering here, only reincarnation; there is no extinction, only sedimentation. The breath of the demons has long been integrated with the spiritual charm of the valley, becoming the longest ballad between heaven and earth.

In the spring breeze, Ah Ying, a girl in a light blue dress, stood quietly under the cherry tree. Her eyes seemed like the deep night sky, with stars flickering faintly even in the daytime. Her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and every time she blinked, it seemed to move the air around her. Between her eyebrows, there was a hint of stubbornness that was barely noticeable, like a sword pointing straight to the sky.

Her face was soft, her skin was as white as the finest porcelain, and the faint blush on her cheeks seemed to be the reflection of cherry blossoms. Her long black hair fluttered gently in the wind, dancing with the petals around her. She gently flipped the book in her hand, and she was careful every time she turned the page, for fear of disturbing the silence around her.

Although the world around her is colorful, the girl's temperament is like a clear stream. She is not ostentatious, not competing for beauty, but quietly blooming in her own corner. Occasionally, her eyes will look into the distance, as if she is pursuing a distant dream, or as if she is pondering the mystery of life.

When she opened her red lips and recited the poem in a low voice, her voice was like a mountain spring, delicate and melodious. Her smile was like the first rays of dawn, warm and pure, enough to melt the hardest heart. This girl seemed to have a kind of tranquility and beauty that transcended the world, which moved everyone who gazed at her. She watched over the north, looking forward to the opening of the legendary fourth heaven.
(End of this chapter)