Campus belle's cultivation master

Yunzhou, a fortress in the western regions, has been a place of war since ancient times.

There are thousands of mountains and valleys, clouds and mists, and eight hundred miles of air and dragon here.

Taiyin mountain range is located in the north of Yunzhou, stretching for hundreds of miles. It is covered by clouds all the year round, which is a natural barrier to protect the Central Plains. From ancient times to the present, many Hu people, armed with bows and crossbows and wielding machetes and long whips, have been plundering southward. However, they have stopped here one after another and sighed at the mountain.

Today, the mountain is still shrouded in a thick mysterious color. Treasure seekers and climbers come in droves, but most of them are lost in the steep mountain roads and virgin forests and return in vain. Among them, a considerable number of people lost their lives and became the food of animals and birds.

Around the mountains are scattered villages, big and small, as if scattered all over the country. The local people live near the water and eat on the mountain. On the contrary, they are more awed.

They know that under the layers of fog is the immortal house. Mortals must not offend, or they will be punished by heaven.

At the beginning of the rising sun, several children squatted by the river at the entrance of the village, playing the game of squeezing mud. The sound of childish laughter spread far away, alerting the frog hiding in the grass, and "Putong" jumped into the water.

Yunzhou is located in a remote area with inconvenient transportation. Many villages near the Taiyin mountains have been isolated from the world for many years. Some villages even have no electricity and still light old-fashioned kerosene lamps.

This is a natural place that has not been eroded by modern technology and civilization. The folk customs are simple and the children's way of playing is monotonous.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the sky, and the movement became bigger and bigger, just like thunder rolling in.

A little girl in a bun raised her face, raised her dirty hands and pointed to the sky. Her clear eyes were full of excitement: "look! The plane

Other children also left the mud in their hands, and stood by the river, jumping and jumping, their young faces full of joy.

The plane flew over the sky, quickly disappeared into the mountains, and penetrated into layers of fog.

Before the children's excitement subsided, the sky boomed again, and then two more helicopters flew from far to near to the deepest part of the Taiyin mountains.

Fourth, fifth, sixth

They came in an endless stream and rumbled, which made the local dogs bark, chickens and ducks chirp, flapping their wings and running around.

The children are still jumping, laughing, shouting and jumping. But the grown-ups were already flustered. They rushed back from the fields, reached for their dolls, and hid in the low and dilapidated thatched house.

Although many villages around the Taiyin mountains are far away from the world, airplanes are not so new here. Almost every few days, you can see one or two planes flying across the sky to the immortal home in the deep mountains.

It's just that there are too many planes today. Even the older generation in the village have never seen such scenes.

The villagers looked up at the sky through the skew windows, and their eyes were full of doubts.

What happened? Are the fairies in the mountains going to have a meeting?

Deep in the Taiyin mountains, surrounded by mountains, under heavy clouds, a dense group of ancient buildings depend on the terrain, high and low orderly distribution.

Pavilions, Biwa Zhu eaves, corridors, such as ribbon like lingering twists and turns, intertwined.

The burning of spices, the rising of mist, the fragrant fragrance around the beams and columns, a prosperous scene.

In front of the majestic main gate is a vast and inconceivable bluestone square, each tile exudes a sense of desolation and simplicity. If you stand in the distance, you will be shocked to find that this square is actually cut off from a mountain.

Before 9:00 a.m., the plane was full in Qingshi square.

The celebration guests from all over China, holding heavy gifts, poured into the gate. The guests who came here for the first time marveled one after another all the way. They really deserve to be the descendants of the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty. How rich the inside information is!

The Ji family of Yunzhou has been invisible in the Taiyin mountains for thousands of years, but there is still no lack of Royal atmosphere.

At the age of 35, Ji Mingyang, the father of the Ji family, entered the realm of enlightenment and became a Heavenly Master. For quite a long time, he was regarded as the youngest powerful man in the history of the realm of enlightenment. It was not until Lin Zixuan, who slaughtered the seven heavenly masters, emerged at the zongmen meeting that he lost the limelight.

But Rao is so, Ji Mingyang still has a pivotal position in the Chinese cultivation world. More than 30 years ago, he was ranked in the top three of the land list with the highest cultivation of Huajing.

Today, Ji Mingyang is nearly 100 years old. She lives in seclusion and rarely appears in front of people. Many people speculate in their minds that, with his terror talent of being the youngest one to become a powerful man, he may have already touched the threshold of the innate realm after so many years.

Today is the wedding of Ji Taichu, the son of the Ji family. Many powerful people from all over the world have come to celebrate. In a flash, even the Heavenly Master has reached eighteen, which is unprecedented.

Ji Shengmiao, the owner of Ji's family, led dozens of people to meet the guests at the door, and they talked and laughed all the time.

Many guests feel disappointed when they don't see Ji Mingyang, but they feel relieved when they think about it.

No matter what status Ji Taichu was in Ji's family, he was just a junior. His marriage was not enough to let Ji Mingyang, the father of the family, come out of the mountain.

"I'm really sorry. My ancestors are closing up recently. They really have no time to entertain you." Ji Shengmiao smiles and takes the two hundreds of years old ginseng in his hand and hands them to the other generation.

These two medicinal materials can be regarded as rare elixirs. They are priceless in the outside world. They are enough to make the heavenly masters fight each other. But at the moment, in the eyes of Ji's family, it's ordinary, not at all.

After all, they are the Xiuzhen people who have passed on for thousands of years. They have rich information and are used to such strange things in the world for a long time.

The gift giver heard a trace of deep meaning from his words, and his eyes immediately brightened: "elder Ji is shutting down? Is he going to go a step further and be in the position of heaven and man? "

Ji Sheng Miao but smile not language, deeply looked at each other, turned to meet the next guest.

Some words stop at the end of the day, and it's boring to say too much.

All of a sudden, he was in shape, but he saw a group of people walking slowly from not far ahead. Led by an old man, he is a man of noble character, with white hair and beard, and has a great spirit all over his body.

The old man was named Liang Zuozhong, the owner of the Liang family.

He was followed by a middle-aged couple, Xue Yuwei's parents, Xue Qingping and Liang Shulan.

Compared with other people's complacency, Xue Qingping's eyes were sunken and his face was very ugly