Chapter 124: Under the mist

The follow-up treatment of the Great Kunlun Earthquake is very powerful. The mountains and the mountains are quickly settled down. After the initial rescue and rescue, the rest is to count the losses and repair the sheep. Tomato Novel Net --`-`
Baicaotang is one of the biggest losses in the Kunlun School. Among them, Liuxiangyuan Medicine Garden, which planted many precious spirits and spirits in the open air, accounted for the majority. In the face of such natural disasters, those delicate and valuable spirits were particularly vulnerable. , Simply cannot withstand the devastation of that power.
The number of specific losses must be very large, but how much, Lu Chen, a miscellaneous disciple, is not qualified to know, but just watching the high-level real people in Baicaotang who have come and gone in Liuxiang Garden these days Tight, as if writing a stinking face close to a stranger, you probably know one or two.
So these days, all the base-building and gas-refining disciples of Baicaotang are embarrassed and follow the rules one by one, for fear of hitting the mold of real people. On the contrary, the handyman disciples below are more relaxed than usual. On the one hand, many people had nothing to do when the pharmacy was destroyed. On the other hand, those little leaders and disciples who were supervised on weekdays were called to preach inquiries and questions, and they could not care about them.
Lu Chen thought it was a good day.
I woke up early in the morning and went out with A Tu, and then the dog went away for a day without seeing him. He came to Liuxiang Garden "Caoyuan" to name it, and the rest was almost idle.
Among the Kunlun factions that have always squeezed and exploited the disciples, such leisure days are not many. Tomato Novel Network ☆ -``-`
Lu Chen was in a good mood, so he walked around, anyway, no small bosses came over to control it at this time, and he was very free. He walked and greeted people with gossips all the way, until he passed He Changsheng's Lingtian, seeing that He Changsheng was sitting down in the Lingtian with dejection.
Lu Chen greeted him in the past, and then asked, "What's wrong with you, listless?"
He Changsheng sighed and said, "My 'Amaryllid' is gone."
Lu Chen stumbled a little. He knew a little about "Amaryllium". This kind of spirit grass is a two-grained grade. The medicinal filling can be used for the refining of several kinds of elixir. However, its biggest feature is that this kind of spirit grass is very gorgeous when it blooms. It is said that it also grows overseas, and there is a name that sounds particularly powerful and prestigious but has a mouthful. What is the specific name of Lu Chen is not remembered, but in Shenzhou On the side of Haotu, the practice world of Middle-earth is so simple, it just takes the name of abnormal ground.
In short, these are foreign words. Lu Chen patted He Changsheng's shoulder with a smile, and said, "I thought what was happening, this time it was a natural disaster, and I couldn't blame you. Don't worry, just rest a few Day. Looking back at the Baicaotang, we will naturally re-arrange the new planting of the spirit, and we will cultivate it with our heart.
He Changsheng smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "It's not like that. I have grown this Lycoris radiata very well before, and I can see it. I think I can get a lot of rewards, but now it's all gone." "
He gave a long sigh, showing Xiao Seul on his face, and said, "I just want to work hard and revitalize the home little by little. Why is it so difficult, even God is against me?"
Lu Chen was also speechless for a while, watching He Changsheng's look of depression and pain in the horns of the horns, and finally patted his shoulder again, comforted two sentences, and left.
After he walked a long distance, he glanced back by accident, and saw that ordinary figure was still sitting down in Lingtian, as if there was an invisible heavy burden on his shoulders, so that He Changsheng always had one. It feels a little straight.
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Life is still day by day. Although the natural disaster is terrible, human power is also tough and powerful. Regulations and life are rapidly recovering. People in Baicaotang quickly dispatched and cleaned up the damaged and damaged Lingtians. New Lingzhi seeds or plants were redistributed. The leisure days of the handy disciples ended. Already.
Occasionally overlooking the distant mountains, the mighty Kunlun, the depths of the mountains, the area covered by clouds and mist all year round, and when the weather is fine, I can occasionally see the four corners of the peaks hanging in the sky, which is all the hard work in this mountain People have the greatest yearnings and dreams. △ ◇ △ Tomato Novel Network □ --- `
There must be a fairyland.
It must be the best place in the world.
At dawn, the clouds and mist are surrounded by transpiration, and the mist is still there when it is dark. The place called the sky between the clouds seems always mysterious and beautiful.
After the hour, it was the curfew in the Kunlun Mountains. No one was walking outside the house, except for the guards of the disciples who were on the mountain roads by accident. However, even if they are guarding disciples, they will not be close to the fog in the deepest part of Kunlun Mountain, which is the strictest forbidden area in the entire Kunlun faction.
If it is said that the two odd peaks in the sky above the clouds, in addition to the two Emperor Shenjun occupying two places, the other two suspended odd peaks can also allow Yuan Ying to set foot in cultivation. The scattered ground is not even Yuanying's real person.
Ordinary people do n’t know this rule, and senior monks know and do n’t say it, so they have been silent in the Kunlun School for thousands of years.
In the middle of the day, the moon is sparse, and a full moon hangs in the night sky. The innocent moonlight is sprinkled in the majestic and undulating Kunlun Mountains, illuminating those high mountains, but still unable to shine into the dense fog. .
Four strange peaks in spring, summer, autumn and winter are suspended above the mist, separated by a thousand feet from each other, forming a scene of rare wonders in the world. ▽ □ △△ Science Fiction Network ▽ `` `----
Under the moonlight, the mist was undulating slowly, like a mysterious and calm sea. No one knew what secret was hidden under the deep sea.
A figure suddenly swept across the sky, like a lone flying, straight down the fog with ease, and when he flew to the edge of the fog, his body suddenly stopped and stopped in the air.
Under the moonlight, the wind was violently high, blowing his coat of arms to hunt and fly, and also showed his unusually burly body, and the bright bald head that seemed to reflect bright moonlight.
Tianlan Zhenjun looked up at the round of beautiful bright moonlight, his eyes were deep and calm, people could not see any emotions in his eyes. Then his eyes turned slightly, but he looked at the four high places in the sky. One of the majestic shadows.
It was the winter peak of the snow-capped world and a frosty world.
His eyes seemed to penetrate all the darkness in the world, through layers of obstacles, and saw the top of the winter peak at a distant height, the mountain surrounded by numerous storms and snow. At one moment, the depth of his eyes seemed to be It also reflected the distant snow and snow, wild and violent, killing the cold.
A moment later, his huge body suddenly sank and went deep into the mist.
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As soon as I entered the thick fog, there was a chill all around, as if the blood of ordinary people could be frozen instantly. But Tianlan Zhenjun seemed to ignore this, and his whole body was still falling.
Immediately after that, a thunder sounded suddenly in the fog, and a few strange electric awns suddenly lit up, coming from all directions, but when we approached Tianlan Zhenjun, a strange twist suddenly occurred in the air. Painfully turned into various trance shapes, then disappeared silently into the mist.
Then there was a ban, a whistling masterpiece, like a ghost like a ghost, like a tide, and countless green breaths out of the mist, as if a ghost who wanted to choose someone to eat. In the end, even a ghost like a ghost Slammed hard.
But all this seems to have no effect on Tianlan Zhenjun. He didn't even take a first look at it, but fell silently without expression, and there was nothing to stop him.
So all the obstacles were scattered, leaving only an unwilling roar roaring behind him, and it quickly melted into the deep mist like the sea.
The fog is deep, I do n’t know when it will end, but in the presence of Zhenjun, everything is like a phantom.
After about half a cup of tea time, the mist in front of Tianlan Zhenjun suddenly spread out a bit, and a field appeared underground, but in a deep valley, a prescription-shaped black disk inlaid on the ground.
The black disk looks like iron, non-iron, non-stone, non-jade. I don't know what material it is, but it is engraved with various strange runes on the black plate ~ EbookFREE.me ~ complicated and distorted, but it is faint An ancient desolate atmosphere, as if it were an extremely old thing.
On the black disc, deep in the mist, there is still a figure at the moment, sitting there lonely and quietly.
Tianlan Zhenjun fell slowly, just opposite to that person.
The world under the mist is unusually quiet, as if isolated from the world, and can't hear any sound from the outside world. Here, it seems that there is no ordinary mountain wind. Not far from the black disc, there is a dense gray fog that is as dense as a substance.
Tianlan Zhenjun flicked his sleeves, slowly sat down, then looked up and looked at the person opposite.
In the shimmering light, in this lonely world, the person opposite him looked abnormally old and withered, his face seemed to have lost all the luster of life, the wrinkles were deep and the skin was cracked, and even the sound of breathing sounded like some difficult.
That's a very old little old man.
His size does not seem to be half the size of Tianlan Zhenjun ’s obese body. His appearance looks as if he has reached the end of his life, and he is about to run out of oil and light, like a cold winter wind. In the snow, the last withered leaves.
Tianlan Zhenjun quietly looked at the withered old man, did not speak, his eyes shimmered, as if there were some complicated and difficult emotions.
The withered old man who had been closing his eyes and meditating as if settled, seemed to wake up from his sleep at this time, slowly opening his eyes and glancing at Tianlan.
The glance was as bright as the moonlight above the sky, as if all his spiritual spirit was condensed into this pair of eyes, and that one seemed to be able to see through the heart and see all things in this world!
Tianlan Zhenjun stunned slightly and calmly:
"Brother, long time no see." (To be continued.)