There are always fairies plotting against me

Zhu Nanzhi's cold, elegant and pure figure was lost in the boundless wind and snow, and the water-blue Taoist method of forgetfulness flowed around her, pointing out a clear path in the wind and snow.

Only her.

When Mu Qingyue and I stepped into the snowfield together, we separated.

I think this is the effect of the formation here.

Zhu Nanzhi had a blank expression on his face, and there was no ripple in his heart. He just walked towards the top of the snow mountain according to the thickness of the snow and the height of the snow line.

She didn't know much about pharmacology, but before entering the snowfield, Mu Qingyue told her where the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit might grow.

Along the way, the strange beasts living on the snowfield attacked the intruders without hesitation, but they all became corpses covered by the snow.

The rest of the strange beasts hid in the wind and snow, watching secretly with sharp eyes, waiting for the moment when the intruder showed signs of fatigue.

The higher you climb, the faster and more majestic the flow of the Dao Realm of Forgetfulness becomes, and only in this way can you withstand the howling wind and snow.

While resisting the rules of the cave heaven absorbing the spiritual energy of the earth cultivators, Zhu Nanzhi's spiritual energy consumption rate was not slow as he moved forward at a high speed.

The number of rare flowers and plants growing on the snowfield gradually decreased, but more precious natural treasures came into Zhu Nanzhi's sight.

Zhu Nanzhi judged that the direction he was heading was correct, but one terrifying figure after another appeared in his sight.

It's neither a human nor a monster, but a strange beast.

The rules of the cave heaven are no different from those of the outside world, but the existence of strange beasts is an anomaly.

The strange beast, which is neither human nor demon, has a strong physique and can use the rules of its environment as a means of attack with just a move of its hands and feet.

Mobilizing the laws of heaven and earth is a power that only immortals should possess, but strange beasts can do it.

However, although it can be done, the power will not exceed the limit of the cave level.

Zhu Nanzhi looked up and pulled out Zhan Ming again without stopping.

The pure white dress embroidered with blue cloud patterns rustled in the cold wind, the dark blue hair flew, the tassels on the head jingled, and the silver-white earrings like petals danced gently.

The saint girl who is not with her husband is cold and detached, like the most desolate yet extremely bright moonlight in the deep night.

The cold sword light was like a piece of lonely blood, shining up in an instant and falling down in an instant. The overwhelming Forgetful Dao Realm stirred up the flying snow, revealing the thick stone and soil hidden deep under the snow.

Clang!

Amid the sound of Zhan Ming being sheathed, the hem of his robe passed over the snow-covered ground again, and strange beasts like small hills fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The blue-red blood did not freeze, but melted into the snow and flowed onto the ground.

Zhu Nanzhi's spiritual power was lost faster, but she was still calm in her heart.

Although she was born with a pure immortal body and has never practiced physical training, her physique is clear and can store spiritual power in her internal organs, just like the internal energy of physical practitioners stored in the flesh and blood of the five internal organs.

Therefore, although Zhu Nanzhi, who has innate water-attributed spiritual power, cannot replenish her spiritual power in the cave, the characteristics of her pure immortal body allow her to remain calm in the cave.

Zhu Nanzhi, who entered the realm of oblivion, had a heart as calm as still water, unmoved by external things.

The cold wind was howling, and a little light appeared in the sky.

Zhu Nanzhi stopped and looked up.

A ray of sunshine and a ray of moonlight descended, interweaving to blow away all the wind and snow. A simple and unpretentious ancient city came into Zhu Nanzhi's sight, standing tall and majestic.

Zhu Nanzhi looked expressionlessly at the two ancient characters on the gate of the ancient city: Yinsheng.

Qingmiao Palace is one of the top five sects and seven academies of the human race, so there are many ancient books in the library. She remembered that her master had mentioned these two words in a very secretive manner when teaching her to read and write.

Yinsheng is the name of a mountain.

There are three such mountains in total.

These are the most mysterious and ancient three mountains floating above the nine heavens, which are only recorded in a few ancient books.

Hanging sun, cloud sky, hidden life.

For the human race, these three ancient mountains represent only two words: the upper realm.

'Upper realm?'

Zhu Nanzhi denied the idea of ​​coming to the upper realm. This was probably because when the Yunding Continent was forming the small world of the cave, it might have "intentionally" or "accidentally" involved a city in the Yinsheng Mountain.

But even if it is Yinsheng Mountain, an ancient city named after Yinsheng is extraordinary.

In the blink of an eye, the sunlight and moonlight were once again covered by wind and snow, but in Zhu Nanzhi's eyes, the scene of the ancient city was clearer.

She took a step forward, took a detour and passed through the ancient city. Zhu Nanzhi just wanted to help her husband find the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit as soon as possible.

However, before he had gone far, the ancient city of 'Yinsheng' appeared in front of him again, blocking Zhu Nanzhi's way.

Zhu Nanzhi raised her eyebrows slightly, listening to the heavy "creaking" sound, and the heavy gate of the ancient city slowly opened.

Like a whirlpool in the night, the scenery of the city is invisible.

"Want me to come into town?"

Zhu Nanzhi lowered his eyes slightly and took a detour again. The ancient city once again lay in front of him, blocking his way.

The cold wind suddenly blew violently, and thick dark clouds instantly blocked out all light. The white snow disappeared from sight, and the only thing left in Zhu Nanzhi's sight was the open city gate.

The ancient city seemed to be telling her that if she wanted to move forward, she had to enter the city.

A strand of hair lightly pursed Zhu Nanzhi's cherry lips, which were specially painted with lipstick today. She held the hilt of Zhan Ming's sword in her right hand. The sword blade, which was cold and emitting a bright blue light, had just been unsheathed for a few inches when a voice sounded in the dim silence.

"How about we go in and take a look?"

A slightly gentle voice sounded from behind, gradually approaching, and Zhu Nanzhi paused with his wrist gripping the hilt of the sword.

She turned around and looked at the figure approaching.

The figure spoke again with a smile: "How?"

Zhu Nanzhi lowered her head, her dark blue hair brushing past her ears. In the sudden flash of sword light, there was a haze between her brows, and her deep blue pupils contained a storm of murderous intent.

The figure a few steps away had an expression of disbelief on his face, his pupils reflecting a blank stare at the body that was getting farther and farther away from him.

"How dare you pretend to be my husband!?"

Zhu Nanzhi shook his wrist slightly, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the falling head's eyebrows, his deep eyes were like clouds and waves,

It seems more terrifying than a ghost.

!

Zhan Ming, who had pierced her head, tightened and loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword with her slender fingers, and then held the hilt of the sword vertically. Her other hand also grasped the hilt of the sword, and stabbed the sword into the body not far in front of her again and again.

boom!

Every time the sword was raised and thrust, a storm would sweep across the sky.

"Pretend, you have to pretend—"

"Damn it!"

“Damn it—.”

"Damn it!"

The sword stabbed down one after another, and the corpse was riddled with holes, but it disappeared like mist without a trace of blood.

Clang!

The sharp tip of the sword pierced the ground, causing an avalanche of snow and howling sounds. The surrounding darkness and haze disappeared, and the wind and snow in the sky once again came into Zhu Nanzhi's sight.

With each strike of the sword, the ground cracked and snow avalanched.

The gates of the ancient city are gradually closing.

Zhu Nanzhi turned her head abruptly, and a hint of morbid madness appeared on her cold face as she was in the realm of oblivion.

She was like the brightest aqua-blue sword light on the snowy field, rushing straight towards the gate of the ancient city of Yinsheng.

As her red lips with clear lip lines slightly opened, she uttered a series of "Damn it" like a ghost demanding her life, and the city gate closed faster.

But not as fast as Zhu Nanzhi.

At the moment when the city gate was closed, Zhu Nanzhi in white clothes passed by the door and slammed his sword into the ancient city.

Inside the city, neatly arranged stone statues stood guard motionlessly. Although their eyes were made of stone, it seemed as if a gaze could be seen through them.

The sound of wind and snow disappeared from my ears again, and Yinsheng City was filled with a dead silence..."

In the dead silence, the sound of a sword rang out like a clear spring falling from a high mountain.

This is the sound of Zhan Ming's sword.

"Filthy thing, are you worthy of being my husband——"

In the cold whisper, there is a rage like wind and thunder.

A bright sword light suddenly appeared from the city gate, and a figure as fast as water came riding on the wind, with a sword pointing to the north.

A sword cuts through the ancient city.

The sword light, as cold as moonlight, completely illuminated the entire ancient city.

The stone statues standing in their original places barely moved, and when their eyes lit up, they could only see the afterglow of a sword.

Man and sword become one, and the sword's heart becomes clear;

A clear mirror is like still water, and the sword is in the heart.

Sword intent is an extension of the sword practitioner's original intention, and its origin lies in the sword heart.

The nobility of the sword, the coldness of the sword, the sharpness of the sword, the true heart of the sword"

The state of being as clear as a mirror and still water is the state of "guarding the boundary and clearing the mind", and not being disturbed by the sharpness of the sword and falling into the state of evil.

The sword in the heart is a process of seeking the true heart of the sword.

When everything originates from one's heart, and a more extreme sword intent is derived from the sword intent, it is the realm of 'breaking the boundary and proving the original heart'.

The sword is in the heart, and the intention comes from the heart.

It sounds easy, but it is a threshold that countless sword practitioners cannot cross.

Zhu Nanzhi stepped over.

What she pursued was not the sharpness of the sword, nor the nobility of the sword, but the three words "Lu Jinan".

Just like her way of forgetting love.

Someone pretended to be a ghost and played the most untouchable weak spot in her heart, so in the extreme anger, her sword heart came alive.

Break through boundaries and merge with life, travel through mountains and rivers while lying down.

Zhu Nanzhi's words don't make sense, but they do exist for her.

It is as long as a white silk flying through the ages, and a line of it breaks the green mountains.

Suddenly, there were many loud noises in the ancient city, and the entire city was illuminated by the sword light of the realm-breaking artistic conception, like the sky rolling back.

The whistling sword river was filled with a sharp aura, and the thunder-like sound gradually faded away until the water flooded the city walls.

Zhu Nanzhi stands above the ancient city.

Compared with the ancient city, she is so small, yet so vast.

Her long dark blue hair cascaded down to her waist like flowing clouds. Her brows and eyes were filled with a silent and terrifying murderous intent.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The realm of oblivion surrounding her was shrouded in a bright sword light, as if sensing the rage in her master's heart like a landslide and tsunami, and the sword light was also filled with endless roars.

The sword light ignited Zhu Nanzhi's eyes. She swung her sword, and a river of swords cleared the way for her.

This is the main hall and pavilion of Yinsheng City.

Snow was falling outside the palace, and inside the palace, it was as if the gods had bestowed blessings, with complex and intricate array patterns engraved in every corner.

On the table in front of the huge stone statue, there is a scroll of heavenly book, emitting a mysterious and ancient sound.

It's like a fairy coming from the sky.

Zhu Nanzhi landed on the stone bricks outside the hall.

The wolf-fox figure crawled out of the hall. Under the heavy armor covering his whole body, he did not die.

He raised his head and looked at Zhu Nanzhi: "The deeper the obsession, the easier it is to breed inner demons. Why aren't you bothered by your inner demons at all——..."

Zhu Nanzhi gripped the hilt of the sword and walked towards him.