At the top of the snow peak, snowflakes fall into the sky pool. The clear water reflects the flowing clouds in the sky and a tree of white plums waiting to bloom on the shore.

The woman with long black hair draped on her back sat alone next to Tianchi, with a piano table in front of her, and a tea-green gourd with two leaves hanging next to her.

The woman is thin and her skin is no less than that of snowflakes and white plums. It may be because she has not moved for too long. Many petals have fallen on the hem of the snow-colored skirt. Some have just fallen down, and some have withered and have not been swept away. The whole back looks only lonely and cold, as if she has been forgotten here by the whole world, and even time has stopped flowing.

But no matter how quiet the woman is, time is flowing after all. As a breeze blows on the water surface, a few lines of small words appear in the Tianchi Lake.

Time has passed for a long time, but the woman’s hobbies have not changed. Whenever this happens, she will open her eyes and take a look in the pool.

When she was in her hometown, she would show up to praise and give her a few words of praise and advice. When she was in a good mood, she would give her some opportunities, which made her living everywhere written by her descendants from all walks of life.

But Xuefeng is far away from the world, and the hometown has changed a lot. She almost forgot this hobby, let alone the world. It was not until more than a hundred years ago that the younger generation in her hometown started this matter again.

Although the younger generations only seek personal gain and the things they write no longer suited her, she was far away from the end of the world and could not give any advice or opportunities. Naturally, she didn't care about these things anymore. Some people are better than none of them.

"This body is in the ice and snow forest, and the peaches and plums are mixed with fragrance..."

The woman's voice was clear. After carefully reading the handwriting, she was a little surprised. She nodded slowly and looked at the horoscope of "Forced Buying, Forcible Selling, Boss and Soons" next to her. She was deducing what happened at the handwriting.

However, before the woman could finish her taste, the plum blossom pattern on the table showed a glimmer of light, and then a phantom of a dancer appeared out of thin air and said:

"The news came from Yuyaozhou that the younger generation who had something to do with Jiufeng arrived near Fulong Mountain, and the destination might be Taohuatan. Shang Yin said that this son's fortune is too great and that it would be a big problem that he could not take it for himself. He asked his master if he could arrange for someone to bring him back, or prevent it before it happened."

The Youying alien race is just a general term. In fact, there are many sects and countless factions. The overall structure is looser than that of the forces like Jianhuang City. It can be understood as another path of practice that cannot be tolerated by the righteous path.

But what makes the Youying alien race terrible is that everyone's goals are highly unified, whether it is a bloodthirsty demon or a saint who has ambitions that mortals cannot understand, whether it is a human or a demon, the premise of the way they seek is to open up the cut-off path of immortality.

The highly unified goal brings extremely terrifying cohesion and execution to the Youying alien race. As long as the other party is from the Youying alien race, no matter what the other party does, it is ultimately for the same goal. Helping the other party is helping oneself, and there is no need to think about the other party’s original intention and motivation.

Shang Yin was the senior brother of the Emperor's Edict. He was originally a native of Huajunzhou and had been in Huajunzhou for many years. The woman next to Tianchi was responsible for Yuyaozhou. The two belonged to completely different forces and did not have much contact. However, when they needed cooperation and assistance, they would agree as long as they could.

However, this time, the woman did not respond immediately after hearing the words. She looked at the handwriting and thought for a while before shook her head:

"The Lord Mengzhang appeared in the East China Sea and gave him a blessing. I am protected by God Mengzhang. If I attack him, it may cause God Mengzhang to be rejected; let them find a way for themselves."

"Since God Meng Zhang has chosen his master, why should he give him blessings?"

"The gods and earth are not creatures and cannot act according to human thinking. No matter who can restore balanced order to heaven and earth, the heaven and earth will help others. There is no saying that one person is favored."

As a dancer with a spirit of weapon, he stopped talking when he heard the sound and hid himself in the long qin again.

The woman looked at the handwriting on the lake from beginning to end. After the surrounding area fell into tranquility, she thought about it, raised her hands and pressed it on the strings...

The sunset completely sank into the mountains, leaving only a dimness in the sky, and the sky gradually darkened.

At the foot of Meishan, because Zuo Lingquan and Jiugong Mountain had a conflict, tourists did not dare to stay and see the excitement of Jiugong Mountain. They dispersed one after another, and the entire Meishan inside and outside quickly became empty.

The matter was a bit big. The three young children who were rescued were afraid of offending Jiugongshan and causing trouble for the sect, so they did not dare to step forward and join Zuo Lingquan. After thanking each other, they quickly left.

Zuo Lingquan did not talk much with the three young people, but just quietly stuffed two pages of talismans into the clothes of the young man in charge, and then accompanied Shangguan Lingye and Qingwan to return.

After the little storm just now, Wu Qingwan lost the interest in traveling around the mountains and rivers. However, the Empress Dowager finally finished her work and couldn't walk back as soon as she came. She walked alone in front of her and asked Zuo Lingquan to accompany Shangguan Lingye to see the scenery.

In the evening, the mountain wind was gentle, and the trees, flowers and plants on both sides of the stone road made a rustling sound under the breeze. After the storm, there were no tourists on the road, leaving only two women and one man, walking on the stone road.

Shangguan Lingye's thoughts were still placed on the poem just now, holding the dumplings while walking, and comparing the calligraphy of the ancestors on the stone tablets on the roadside. What:

"Compared with your poem, the difference between Fulong is just a polite poem. I don't know what his expression is like when he sees it..."

His words were a bit unrestrained, and Zuo Lingquan was afraid that Lord Fulong would call him in anger.

Zuo Lingquan walked beside him, and it was really hard to answer these words, so he turned to ask:

"Empress Concubine, what's wrong with Yun Zhengyang?"

Shangguan Lingye was just talking about the excitement, and he was a little disappointed when he heard the sound, and glanced at Zuo Lingquan:

"I finally came out to relax. You started talking to me about business after walking a few steps?"

Zuo Lingquan is the initiator, and what he talks about is not a business, but a private matter.

However, Shangguan Lingye has been busy for more than ten days and doesn't even leave the house. It's really hard. Seeing that she doesn't want to listen, Zuo Lingquan didn't continue asking, and thought for a while and said:

"What does that Empress want to talk about?"

This statement is similar to the beginning of the time on the sea, and it obviously means temptation.

Before Shangguan Lingye could answer, the dumpling squatting in the palm of his hand began to learn from it, spreading his wings and making two "chi" sounds, which probably meant "pretending to be Jiang Yi, boo-mouth~".

Shangguan Lingye didn't know why he thought, but he definitely couldn't say that. She frowned slightly and said:

"What? I still want to treat me as Jiang Yi like last time and take the opportunity to take advantage of it?"

When Zuo Lingquan saw that Shangguan Lingye was not very resistant, he joked:

"How could it be? The Empress was in a bad mood last time and didn't react. She must be able to react now. I can't take advantage of it even if I want to take advantage."

"Jiji..."

Tuanzi started muttering again, saying, "How can you know if you don't try it?"

It is really gratifying that "Lioji" is so considerate, but unfortunately neither of them understands it.

Shangguan Lingye felt that the dumpling was a little noisy, so he blocked his mouth with dried fish, and said unhappy:

"Please be careful when speaking. I am not a little girl like Jiang Yi. I have a little skin-friendly relationship, so I treat you differently... Hum?"

At this point, Shangguan Lingye suddenly stopped and looked up at the surrounding mountains and fields.

Zuo Lingquan was hesitating whether to try it. When he saw this scene, he stopped and looked around in confusion. Only then did he realize that there was a faint sound of piano in the depths of the mountains.

Dongdong

The sound of the piano is extremely ethereal, just like the afterglow left by ancient times, or like the auditory hallucination caused by the ding of spring water. The distance is sometimes far and sometimes close, and it is not very real, but there must be one.

Wu Qingwan walked in front and also noticed the movements between the mountains and fields, her eyes full of surprise:

"There is really a sound of the piano, is this the 'Mishan Rhyme'?"

"It should be."

Zuo Lingquan could not distinguish the direction of the piano sound at all, but as long as there was, there would definitely be a corresponding source. He looked around and asked:

"Empress Dowager, how did this piano sound come from?"

The accident in Shangguan Lingye's eyes was no less than the two of them. The "Meishan Rhyme" was just a legend. Few people had heard of it. She used to think that Jiugong Mountain was mysterious here. But at this time, she carefully looked around and the sound of the piano seemed to appear out of thin air, and no abnormalities were found.

"I don't know, it's probably related to the Feng Shui layout here..."

Shangguan Lingye looked around and couldn't figure out the reason, so he wanted to find a way out of the song.

It’s a pity that the piano sound is ethereal and obscure, and too high. With the music of the three, it sounds better, it feels mysterious, but it sounds unpleasant, but it sounds like it, but it doesn’t understand anything.

After a long time, the song ended and the sky turned completely dark.

Zuo Lingquan waited in place for a while, and after seeing that he was completely silent, he asked:

"Did the Empress hear anything?"

Shangguan Lingye didn't understand it, and felt that there must be some unknown reason behind the sound of the piano.

But according to the observation just now, the sound of the piano appeared very mysteriously. Before Shangguan Lingye could figure it out, he saw a stream of light flying over the night sky in the north.

The streaming light is blue and looks like a flying sword.

Zuo Lingquan noticed it, and his hand instinctively pressed on the hilt of the sword and came behind Wu Qingwan; Shangguan Lingye also withdrew his mind and looked north in a blink of an eye.

The flying sword was extremely fast, and in just over a dozen breaths, he arrived at the top of the stone path, fell steadily, and said:

"Brother Zuo has such a big temper. At least we have acquaintances. When we come to Fulong Mountain, we will not be able to discipline my Fulong Mountain sect on behalf of us. Isn't that right?"

Zuo Lingquan looked up and saw Xu Mo, a Qingkui of Fulong Mountain, whom his acquaintance had once been in Dahuangling.

Xu Mo was wearing a Taoist robe and landed on the stone path. His words were about provoking a military force to punish him, but his expression was not hostile.

Although the upper sect and the lower sect are the same sects, they are ultimately two sects. If there is a conflict, as long as the sect does not involve the fundamentals of the sect, the upper sect does not have so much energy to deal with trivial matters.

Moreover, there are small frictions between the nine sects every day, just like those who cut off Yunshui Sword Pond. It is a rule that the matter will be settled and no longer pursued, otherwise the account will never be settled. Just now, the ancestor of Jiugong Mountain did not say anything, and he expressed his concessions. Xu Mo held it and refused to let go, and it was like he was looking for trouble.

However, Zuo Lingquan took action on the territory of Fulong Mountain, and it was impossible for Xu Mo to put on a smile to greet him.

Xu Mo fell in front of Zuo Lingquan with a little dissatisfaction, and was about to continue to seek punishment. After seeing Shangguan Lingye, he was slightly stunned and raised his hand and bowed:

"Shangguan Fairy is here too. I'll forgive me for being in a misfortune."

Shangguan Lingye tricked Xu Mo once, but Xu Mo didn't know that it was equivalent to not happening. She nodded slightly:

"It is not like your Fulong Mountain style to indulge in the future to do these robberies here. You should discipline more in the future. Don't let Lord Fulong lose face."

Shangguan Lingye has had a strong dominance among the younger generation of the Nine Sects in previous years, and his seniority is higher than Xu Mo. With her around, Xu Mo naturally has difficulty showing his face and will no longer mention what he has just now.

Zuo Lingquan had just made a reasonable and well-founded move, so naturally he would not feel guilty about Xu Mo. He and Xu Mo walked side by side and said half-jokingly:

"Brother Xu came here to find a place?"

As Qing Kui of Fulong Mountain, Xu Mo is definitely not weak in hard power. He missed the Nine Sects Alliance last time, and this time he really wanted to come over and fight Zuo Lingquan.

However, Shangguan Lingye, the disciple of Lord Linyuan, is there, and Xu Mo probably can't fight, so he can't say anything harshly, so he responded:

"I'm just walking around and coming over to see after hearing the news. The nine sects are allied to each other. I'm not like Brother Zuo, I just rely on my cultivation to stay in the nest. Recently, there's a lot of lively in the Jianhuang City. If you want to fight, go there and you can just increase your might."

After crossing Fulong Mountain, you will reach the jurisdiction of Jianhuang City. The distance is actually not far. Zuo Lingquan said curiously:

"What's going on over there lately?"
To be continued...