Invincible little uncle

Chapter 366 88. King's Landing Immortal Realm 8 (Merry Christmas Everyone)

The man who seemed to be a stranger landed in a place in a vehicle.

Compared with the map in the jade tube, the Pure Land Qinglian Sect should be ahead.

Xia Guang jumped off the vehicle, put it away immediately, and walked forward with the wooden knife in his hand.

The green hills are like clusters.

Colorful flowers are like hail.

Between the ancient wooden bridges, there is actually a gurgling water.

After these days, Xia Guang also knew that this is the Tianhe River that traverses the fairyland. The northern part of the fairyland is still upstream of the Tianhe River, but it is still far away from the source.

The source, and even where it goes, is a mystery that no one can fathom.

At least not simply to obtain the secret.

And the stream under this small bridge is obviously just a branch of the Tianhe River.

The small houses with black tiles and white walls are patchwork, located among the strange and huge red maple forests, it seems to be just a hidden human village.

On the road covered with petals, a girl in green shirt riding a yak and carrying a lantern is strolling leisurely on a bull.

Xia Guang walked along the main road and stepped onto the wooden bridge that looked like a rainbow lying on the waves. The red fish in the river were jumping out of the water from time to time, bringing occasional plopping sounds that broke the tranquility, and it returned to calm in an instant.

Several pairs of wild ducks are also playing in the water.

Leisurely, peaceful, such as Taoyuan.

If this is the Pure Land Qinglian Sect, it would be pretty good.

When the lazy man walked across the bridge, the young girl in blue raised her head and glanced at him, but her eyes stopped on the sapphire finger wrench she was wearing.

Then he raised his head, his beautiful eyes fixed on Xia Guang, stayed for a while, and then said softly: "Leave here."

"Girl recognizes this finger wrench?"

Xia Guang raised his hand.

"Recognized, this is the token of the head of the Pure Land Qinglian Sect. Seeing this, it is like seeing the head teacher."

The girl didn't deny it.

"Then you are from the Qinglian Sect of the Pure Land?"

Xia Guang asked again.

"I'm."

The girl continued to admit.

"Then you want me to leave here?"

"Hey" the girl sighed softly, "I just hope you don't regret it."

After that, she jumped off the yak without bowing down, but said with a little respect: "Pure Land Qinglian School, Bai Yu, you come with me first, you need to be confirmed by finger pulling to prove your position as the head teacher."

Bai Yu led the way, and Xia Guang followed behind.

Passing through such a mortal village, there were still many children running back and forth with oil-paper umbrellas, chasing each other.

And every time you jump high, you can use the oil-paper umbrella to make a ride, and perform a short-term gliding action in mid-air. Whoever persists for a long time will shout excitedly "I won".

When seeing the girl in green shirt approaching, many children gathered around and called "Aunt Yu" affectionately, but looking at the strange man in a blink of an eye, they ran away in a serious manner.

"This is Yi Village, which is a small village outside my Pure Land Qinglian Sect. The people living in it are all the family members of the sect's disciples. It has lasted for hundreds of years. They are considered to be natives of the Immortal Realm, so although their strength is stronger than that of the Lower Realm, their combat experience is even worse. It's a lot worse."

Bai Yu introduced as he walked.

Seeing Xia Guang, he looked at the oil-paper umbrella in the child's hand.

Bai Yu introduced again: "That is the Shu umbrella of our Pure Land Qinglian Sect. The umbrella frame is made of sharp blades, and the oil paper umbrella is also modeled after this style, but there is no sharp blade in it.

Our Zongmen exercises are also related to this. "

She never asked where the wrench came from.

Because that's not what she should ask.

After walking through Yi Village, passing through a large maple leaf forest halfway around the stream, the terrain gradually increased, and it turned out to be a cliff.

Between the cliffs on both sides, the only path is a Bailian swaying in the strong wind.

"Take my hand."

The girl in green shirt stretched out her hand directly. She had already seen that the person in front of her was probably just a person who had not been in the upper realm for a long time, but the Qinglian sect's patriarch's token had been missing for a long time, and it was very possible that she would end up in the lower realm. She didn't take it lightly, but I feel that relying on this man's strength, I can't get through this white practice.

This has nothing to do with exercises.

Because it stands to reason that it is not difficult for a master of the lower realm to pass through this level of path.

But it's different here, because the deep valley under Bailian is the abyss of silt.

The cross wind passed between the two peaks, and it was extremely swaying.

And the aura emanating from the silt abyss can trigger the demon in people's hearts.

Demons are all desires.

Who has no desires?
Ordinary people may even go crazy walking on it.

And only if the Qinglian sect's kung fu is successful, can it not be affected by these dusty air, and can enter and exit safely.

Therefore, the Qinglian School of the Pure Land has a natural barrier, which is difficult for foreign enemies to invade.

Similarly, the disciples of the Pure Land Qinglian Sect are also the nemesis of sects such as the Tianhuan Sect and the Mixin Sect who are good at spiritual cultivation.

Because Qinglian's disciple, holding a Shu umbrella and walking in the illusion, will not be affected at all.

Illusion is in vain for them.

"bring it on."

Bai Yu stretched out his white hand like a lotus root, "Grab me, I'll take you there, close your eyes during this time, no matter what kind of illusion arises in your heart, don't believe in it, stick to yourself."

Xia Guang shook his head.

Bai Yu frowned.

Then began to patiently explain what the Abyss of Silt Dust is.

After speaking, he stretched out his hand again.

But Xia Guang didn't hold her, but looked at her with a smile.

Seeing this smile, Bai Yu was taken aback for a moment, seemed to think of something, frowned, obviously a little angry.

The bright lamp in his hand also swayed due to emotional fluctuations, and the burning light inside somehow cast patterns on the surrounding ground with the shadow of the lamp wall.

"You should go back."

Bai Yu seemed to have made up his mind, "It's not easy to be the suzerain of the Pure Land Qinglian Sect, and in fact there is no need for a suzerain, why do you have to come here?"

Her voice became lower and lower, and she seemed to be afraid of something in the end, so she didn't dare to speak anymore.

It's just that she said these words without being noticed after all.

"Let's go."

Bai Yu made a lip-synch.

Xia Guang smiled and said politely: "Thank you girl."

Then, holding the wooden knife and carrying the burden, like a prodigal son that can be seen everywhere in the lower realm, he stepped on the erratic Bailian in one step.

Bai Yu dared not speak out.

She hurried forward.

But the man didn't even look at it, the wooden knife in his hand whizzed and drew a circle in the palm of his hand, and pointed directly behind him.

Without turning his head, Xia Guang said flatly, "This is my way."

"But this is the road of death, the road of desire, the road on the abyss of silt, you can't walk through it."

Bai Yu started to get angry behind him for some reason.

She obviously has a story of her own.

But Xia Guang couldn't hear it anymore.

Because this lazy uncle-like man had gone far away, he was walking slowly on Bai Lian, which could be subverted at any time, neither slow nor slow, and suddenly the cross wind between the cliffs was covered with a gray breath. superior.

The fog is in the air.

The figure was no longer visible.

Bai Yu suddenly heard a leisurely singing voice, like a folk song from somewhere in the lower realm, coming from the gray mist, even a little out of tune.

The gray aura of silt sometimes covers and sometimes engulfs. In the occasional flash of clarity, Bai Yu only saw the man with the wooden knife on his shoulder and his hands clasped with ease.

If so, take a walk in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)