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

Chapter 496 Peaceful Life
In the holy land, beside the lake in the morning mist, beside the old man Jiang Qiu, a white-haired woman stood quietly under the weeping willows. Her appearance seemed to blend into the tranquility of the morning. Her hair was like frost, soft and shiny, and gently drifted in the wind, as if carrying the story of the years. The white hair glowed with soft silver light under the touch of the sun, spreading down like a waterfall, forming a sharp contrast with her pale skin, revealing a kind of beauty that transcends the world.

Her eyes are deep and bright, like two clear mountain springs, gentle and firm, as if they can see into the depths of people's hearts. Her long eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings, and every blink stirs up ripples in the heart. There seems to be a subtle melancholy between her brows, but it is covered by her kind eyes, which makes people want to explore the story behind her.

The contours of her face were soft yet firm, and there was hardly a single flaw on her fair skin, as if time had been especially kind to her. The corners of her lips were slightly upturned, maintaining an imperceptible smile, giving people a warm and reassuring feeling.

She was dressed in a white dress, simple yet elegant, with the hem fluttering gently in the breeze, just like clouds surrounding the mountain peaks. The ribbon tied lightly around her waist outlined her slender waist, and the loose cuffs fluttered in the wind, revealing a refined temperament.

Although she looked old, every movement of hers revealed the dexterity and lightness of her youth. She stood upright and gracefully, like a white lotus standing upright in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance.

The world around her seemed to become quieter because of her presence, the birdsong became clearer, the fragrance of flowers became stronger. She just stood there quietly, her white hair intertwined with the morning mist, her deep eyes reflecting the brilliance of the sky, becoming the most moving scenery by the lake.

She was the aged nine-tailed fox. In this holy land, she felt the unique spiritual charm and gradually transformed back into the appearance of a nine-tailed fox.

In the deep woods, the moonlight sprinkled mottledly on a quiet open space, and a fluffy white nine-tailed fox appeared. Its fur was a light silver-white color, smooth as silk, as if it condensed the essence of moonlight, exuding an otherworldly luster. The eyes of the nine-tailed fox were like the two brightest stars in the night, deep and mysterious, as if they could see through people's hearts, and seemed to hide unspeakable secrets.

The long and thin eyebrows were gently raised, revealing a hint of the majesty of a king, and the eyes were looking forward gently, as if expecting a miracle to happen. Its nose was small and delicate, slightly upturned, almost telling of its extraordinary origin. The pointed and elegant ear tips moved gently, as if listening to the whispers from the depths of nature.

In a flash, the nine-tailed fox stretched out its tail, and the nine smart tails spread out like a waterfall. Each hair was shining with a soft silver luster, swaying gently, as if dancing in the air, but without losing a trace of reserve and elegance. When the nine tails flicked gently, the air seemed to be filled with a faint fragrance, which was the unique scent of the nine-tailed fox, which was both charming and intoxicating.

The surrounding environment is illuminated by its appearance. Even the dim forest becomes lively because of its silvery figure. The nine-tailed fox stands under the moonlight, and its elegant figure is like a noble prince or an elder with infinite wisdom. Its existence itself is an art, a supreme beauty.

It walked slowly, each step seemed so leisurely, like a silent wind, gently passing through every inch of land in the forest. In this quiet night, the existence of the nine-tailed fox seemed like a dream, a beautiful fantasy that only appeared in legends. However, its figure was so real that all creatures who saw it could truly feel the mystery and beauty from the moonlight.

She transformed into her original form of a nine-tailed fox, silently withdrew to Jiang Qiu's side, and moved forward, while Ah Xiong also turned into a bear monster.

The tall bear demon stood in the lush forest. Its physique was sturdy, and its muscles were as tangled as the roots of an ancient tree. Its fur was thick and shiny, and each tuft of hair seemed to contain wild power, shining with a brown luster. Its eyes were deep and powerful, like the brightest stars in the night sky, revealing a trace of unquestionable majesty. The bear demon had a high nose bridge, and its wide nose wings rose and fell slightly with its breathing, as if even the air was under its control.

Each of its steps was steady and powerful, as if the earth was shaking. Its claws were like steel, reflecting a cold light in the sun from time to time. The bear's neck was covered with thick mane, which swayed gently in the wind, exuding a wild breath. The bear's roar shook the valley and echoed in every corner of the forest, announcing its presence.

The bear demon's ears are extremely sensitive and can detect even the slightest sound. Under the moonlight, its shadow is projected in the dense leaves, like a mysterious and majestic totem. Even in silence, the aura emanating from the bear demon is still awe-inspiring.

When you look into the eyes of the bear demon, you can feel the wisdom and depth in its deep eyes. It seems to be able to see through people's hearts, making people dare not look directly at it. The bear demon is not only the guardian of the forest, but also the embodiment of the legend in the mountains and forests. Every time it appears, miracles happen.

She was also accompanying Jiang Qiu, with a mature and charming tail sitting in her large palm, with a pretty and peaceful appearance.

When the morning mist flows through the Emerald Valley, it always carries a sweet and clear fragrance. It is the mist from the spiritual spring steaming in the night dew, wrapping the tiny petals of the thousand-year-old wisteria hanging on the cliff, dyeing the entire valley light purple. Ah Ying walked barefoot on the wet mossy stone steps, and the silver bell on her wrist made a tiny tinkling sound in the mist, startling a few jade butterflies perched on the stone lanterns.

This holy land of the demon race, protected by three layers of natural barriers, was awakening from its slumber. The thousand-year-old trees of Qixia Mountain shook off the dew between their leaves, and the long chirping of bluebirds could be heard from deep in the treetops. The wooden plank road built along the tributary of the spiritual spring was still condensed with water vapor. When Ah Ying's skirt swept over the railing, it brought up a string of crystal water droplets, which fell into the spring water and caused ripples.

The spring gurgled at the foot of the West Mountain. The morning light penetrated the mist and fell on the water, reflecting a fine halo of colorful light. Ah Ying sank the green jade gourd into the spring and watched the bubbles rise along the cloud pattern at the mouth of the gourd. The water suddenly rippled and three koi with silver scales and red tails emerged. The largest one gently tapped Ah Ying's wrist with its tail fin - this was the carp guarding the spiritual spring asking for morning dew cakes for breakfast.

"I knew you wanted this." Ah Ying took out the rice cake marinated with osmanthus honey from the brocade bag at her waist, broke it into pieces and sprinkled it on the water. Li Bo led his descendants to splash water happily, breaking up the reflection of the morning glow in the water. The spring water flowed along the ditch at Ah Ying's feet to the bottom of the valley, where the golden ears of rice were heading in the layers of terraced fields, and the slender leaves were still stained with the night dew. Then he continued to walk deeper with Jiang Qiu and others.

As the fog gradually dissipated, Ah Ying heard the clear sound of a wooden bell coming from Qixia Mountain. It was the beginning of the morning class in the ancient tree cave. In the tree hole with vines hanging down, the old tree spirit was playing "Qinglu Yao" on a xylophone made of annual rings. The young demons were lying on the horizontal branches, their tails swaying gently to the rhythm. A white-eared rabbit demon was listening so intently that the pine cone in his hand rolled down and fell into the backpack of a fox pharmacist who was collecting herbs at the roots of the tree.

When the sun rose to the top of Qixia Mountain, the whole valley was immersed in an amber halo. Ah Ying walked east along the mountain path full of lilies of the valley. The medicine hoe on her waist occasionally hit the rocks, making a crisp sound. The dendrobium orchid on the cliff was in bloom, and the lavender flowers were like countless small bells hanging on the vines. Two red-crowned cranes flew over the head, and their snow-white tail feathers swept off a few petals, which were swept by the mountain wind and drifted towards the bamboo buildings with rising smoke.

Bamboo buildings covered with green tiles are scattered on the northern slope of Emerald Valley. The morning breeze blows the bronze wind chimes hanging from the eaves, awakening the orange-striped cat demon curled up on the roof to bask in the sun. It stretches lazily and rolls down the eaves, but turns over lightly in mid-air and lands steadily on the edge of the bamboo plaque where herbs are dried. The fox girl who is grinding medicinal powder downstairs laughs softly, and the silver pendant on the tip of her ear shakes out a piece of broken light.

When Ah Ying turned into the alley full of evening primrose, she met an old jade craftsman from the ape tribe fiddling with a newly carved paperweight in front of his door. The half-human-high green jade stone was chiseled into the shape of a mountain, with fine fluorite embedded in the cracks, which glowed with a faint blue luster in the sun. The old man stroked the surface of the jade with his calloused fingers, and his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up: "Little girl, you came at the right time. Help me see if this jade mountain looks like the main peak of Qixia Mountain?"

A Ying declined politely, and then continued to lead Jiang Qiu and others to go deeper.

As the sun sets in the west, the entire holy land is enveloped in warm golden twilight. Ah Ying sits on the highest branch of the ancient tree, watching the sunset dye the sea of ​​clouds rouge. The returning birds fly over the treetops, and the wind from their wings lifts Ah Ying's long hair that is scattered on her shoulders. The cubs' laughter can be heard from below, and a few little flower fairies are swinging back and forth between the ancient trees on a swing woven from vines, and the petals in their hair flutter down with their movements.

When the last ray of skylight disappeared behind the West Mountain, the firefly forest of Qixia Mountain lit up with blue light. When the night wind blew, thousands of fireflies rose up, like a galaxy falling into the forest. Ah Ying walked towards the spiritual spring under the moonlight, and saw the pearls shining in the black hair of the demon girls bathing in the water from afar. Their laughter and the gurgling of the spring water startled the night herons living in the reeds.

At midnight, the entire holy land sank into the deepest silence. Only the night-watching owl stood on the top of the ancient tree, its golden eyes reflecting the flowing stars. Ah Ying curled up on the soft couch by the window of the bamboo building, listening to the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the bamboo forest. The silver bell on her wrist occasionally resonated with the wind chimes under the window frame, playing a subtle lullaby.

The Emerald Lake on the east side of Lingquan always glows with rainbow light at noon. When the sun shines vertically into the center of the lake, the sleeping crystal snails will slowly float to the surface of the water, and the prisms on the surface of the shells will refract the light into colorful light bands. I still remember one day when Ah Ying followed the elders of the turtle tribe to learn to observe the stars. On the mossy carapace of the old black turtle, the star map was slowly rotating with the movement of the sun's shadow.

"See that golden line at the bottom of the pond?" The elder tapped the water lightly with his bamboo stick. "When it moves to the seventh pebble, it's time to prepare the evening primrose pollen." As he spoke, ripples suddenly appeared on the water. A dozen small frog monsters with lotus leaves on their backs hopped by. They carried net bags made of spider silk on their backs, which were filled with amber resin that had just been collected from the mist pine forest.

The afternoon thunderstorm came unexpectedly. The big raindrops hit the roof of the bamboo house, making urgent drumbeats. Ah Ying ran into the house with the medical books that were half drying in the sun, and bumped into the young man of the deer tribe holding a lotus leaf umbrella. His new antlers were still covered with velvety hair, and the rain dripped from the tips of the antlers onto the light green collar, leaving deep and shallow water marks.

When the rain stopped, the whole valley was filled with the fragrance of soil. Ah Ying walked along the wet cobblestone path to the school. Passing by the stream full of blue irises, she saw the mermaid girls teaching their cubs to weave waterweed raincoats. Their long silver-blue hair hung in the stream, and curious wick fish swam between their hair tips, their gills flickering with a faint orange light.

On the full-moon night of late spring, the Holy Land would hold a butterfly festival. Ah Ying helped the fox medicine man place moonlight grass around the altar, watching the translucent petals glow like pearls in the night. When the first jade butterfly landed on the spiritual stone in the center of the altar, the entire flower field suddenly bloomed at the same time, and thousands of butterflies swarmed from all directions, and the phosphorus powder from the flapping wings wove into a flowing light gauze under the moonlight.

The deepest firefly forest hides the biggest secret of the holy land. That night, Ah Ying chased a lost ferret into the forest, but lost her way in the maze of glowing ferns. Just as Ah Ying was about to call for the guide fireflies, countless light spots suddenly rose from the ground. It turned out that the lichens in the entire forest were alive. They lit up winding light bands as Ah Ying walked, and finally led Ah Ying to the transparent crystal ancient tree in the center of the forest.

The morning glow on the winter solstice was particularly gorgeous. Ah Ying followed the ape jade craftsman to climb up the cliffs of the West Mountain to collect morning frost, watching him use a special ice jade bottle to collect the frost flowers condensed in the cracks of the rocks. The Emerald Valley in the distance was shrouded in light pink mist, and the early-rising flower fairies were dancing the prayer dance over the terraced fields. When their wide sleeves brushed over the golden ears of rice, they brought up waves of rice waves shining with golden light.

While walking in the holy land, Aying would think of these lives, and Jiang Qiu and others also felt the unique quiet charm from the scenery. The scenery of this holy land is different from that of other places. It seems more mysterious, tranquil and, of course, more ancient.

The history of the holy land is so long that it cannot be recorded in history books. The place where Aying took Jiang Qiu and others is the core of the holy land, a dusty attic. There lives an elderly elder who guards many legendary books and may know the way to the fourth heaven.

Of course, it has been so long, Ah Ying is not sure whether the elder really knows
(End of this chapter)