The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 50: Mountain temple and red lanterns
Nan Wang looked towards the lake.
Just a simple turn around, and all the drunkenness in her eyes disappeared, and her body exuded the fresh air of the mountains, and more importantly, she was extremely majestic, and she turned back to the Qingrong Peak Master of Qingshan.
The boat moved without oars, breaking through the waves, arousing countless sprays, and soon came to a place not far from the lake.
The doctor knelt on the ground, holding a file high in both hands, not daring to raise his head.
Nan Wang stretched out his hand to fetch the case file in the air, opened his eyes and said to Jing Jiu: "I still have to go to Lushan."
Countless extremely thin sword strings were born on the surface of the lake, forming a network of things.
Nan Wang volleyed up into the air, stepped barefoot on the surface of the net, and flew towards the sky with a swish.
Immediately afterwards, the cosmic front broke through the sky.
There was waves on the lake, and it calmed down after a while.
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Lushan is a famous mountain in the southwest of Chaotian Continent. Its reputation mainly comes from the Nanban tribe. It is said that the temple where Nanban worships ancestors is located here.
Two sword lights fell in the valley, Nan Wang looked at the surrounding mountains and remained silent.
She is the host here, but she hasn't returned for many years. It is inevitable that she is a little unfamiliar, and she feels a little heavy because of Nanxue's affairs.
Nan Chi is certainly not in Lushan. If the roller shutters can find him, why is Qingshan like a big enemy?
This is a clue that the real person Liu Ci asked Shuiyue'an to use Tianrentong to calculate.
She waved her sleeves, the silver bracelet on her wrist banged, and made a nice and crisp sound. Hundreds of wild bees flew out of the flowers and trees in the mountains and followed the sound to fly away.
Jing Jiu knew that she was informing the elders in those tribes to help.
In a short time, a black smoke suddenly appeared dozens of miles away.
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The sword light broke through the dense forest, the leaves were cut, the rustling fell, and they kept flying, like a flock of killed birds.
There is a clearing in the woods, and a somewhat rudimentary temple is being built. I don't know which mountain **** is dedicated to.
The mountain temple has been surrounded by people with curtains, and the knots are a bit scribbled, obviously doing things in a hurry.
Jing Jiu looked through the curtain and saw at least dozens of barbarians kneeling on the ground, touching the ground with their foreheads, their bodies trembling slightly, not fear but excitement.
In the distant mountains, there are more barbarians coming here, and no one dared to take a look at Mambury, they all bowed their heads and knelt down, appearing extremely religious.
There are a few old men who dress obviously differently. They are more gorgeously dressed and have silver collars on their bodies. They should be wizards, elders, and the like.
Nan Wang's expression hasn't changed in any way, and he seems to be very used to this kind of treatment.
She said something vague and difficult to understand.
The southern barbarians outside the curtain repeatedly kowtowed their heads, kissed the ground, and then retreated farther.
Jing Jiu walked into the temple and looked at the deity with half lotus knotted on his jaw and graceful mind. He felt a little familiar, and asked, "Is this your ancestor?"
Nan Wang said: "It's me."
Jing Jiu was startled, then relieved.
The biggest difference between a practitioner and a mortal is life span.
And time is a myth.
The ground in the temple has been dug up, revealing something dark.
Judging from the freshness of the soil, it should be the tribe elder here who received a letter from Nan Wang and just dug it up.
Those dark things are not coal, but shady wood.
There are many thousand-year-old ancient trees called sacred trees buried in the underground of Nanban Temple. These sacred trees suddenly become dark trees, which naturally means many things.
Nan Wang's expression became solemn, and when he sat on the ground, his breath became more lazy.
She retracted her left foot under her hips, stretched her right leg forward, barefoot like a white lotus, supporting her jaw with her hands, thoughtfully.
If she carries another hip flask in her hand at this time, it will be a common scene of a drunken beauty on the top of Qingrong Peak under the stars.
There is no hip flask.
At this time, she looked like the **** statue in the temple.
Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.
Nan Wang closed his eyes, as if asleep.
The silver bells on her body suddenly rang.
The little silver bells adorned on her body never ring randomly, no matter when she is walking or flying with a sword.
The silver bell vibrates faster and faster, and the crisp sound is getting denser, passing through the curtain and resounding through the mountains.
The cheers of the Nanbarans sounded outside the temple, followed by the sound of rugged and vibrant music and singing, and then the sound of footsteps on the ground.
Should be dancing.
Time passed slowly, Nan Wang was still asleep, and the silver bell rang until night fell.
When the bonfire is lit, the barbarians are not tired, they still sing and dance, but under the influence of alcohol, they become more enthusiastic.
Jing Jiu felt at least thousands of auras, gathered in the mountain temple, getting thicker and thicker, and about to become joyful raindrops.
Nan Wang suddenly opened his eyes, with no emotion in his eyes, and pointed randomly into the air.
A seemingly simple finger, but it is a combination of Qingrongfeng's unprovoked swordsmanship and Southern Barbarian magical skills. Looking at Chaotian Continent, she is the only one who can display it.
Countless extremely fine filaments spewed out from her fingertips, instantly woven into a huge pattern.
This pattern is bright and dark, gradually forming a shape, and it can be vaguely distinguished as a map of the southern part of the country.
The closer you are to Lushan, the clearer the map will be. Even a small creek or a cave will be marked, and the farther you go, the more blurred the pattern will be. As for the distant kingdom of ice and snow on this map It is completely blank.
There is an obvious light spot on the picture near Lushan, which should be the mountain temple where they are now.
A very dark line stretched out from the light spot towards the distance.
Jing Jiu knew it was time for him.
His gaze fell into the blank space below the map, and there was an extra light spot there.
There is the South China Sea, where the treasure ship of Penglai God Island was slaughtered.
The second spot of light has reached the southern shore, where the entire village residents died strangely.
Immediately afterwards, more and more light spots appeared, and that was the place that these Sky Green Mountain Sects considered doubtful recently. The distribution of these light spots seems to be irregular, but if you look further apart, you can vaguely see that it is like a fan, from the depths of the South China Sea to the small villages on the shore, and then gradually spread out to the north.
The dark line that left the mountain temple came into this fan shape, gradually separated into more than ten light spots, neatly arranged up and down.
Yizhou is not far from this spot.
Then the West Sea is not too far away.
Jing Jiu was silent.
He thought Nan Xi would make another choice, but he didn't expect the other party to be so confident.
Nan Wang sat for a whole night, exhausted too much attention, inevitably a little tired, stretched out, and said, "Where is it?"
Those light spots are just small on the map, in fact they are at least hundreds of miles in radius. You must find out the dozen or so light spots.
When she spoke, she leaned forward and closed, Yinling moved slightly, pursing her small mouth, just like an ordinary girl who had been wronged.
Jing Jiu looked at her snow-white belly and thought it would be better not to drink.
Nan Wang noticed his gaze and said, "Do you want to..."
Jing Jiu didn't want to die or touch. He pointed to a spot on the picture and said, "Here."
Nan Wang suddenly forgot the previous thing and asked: "Why?"
Jing Jiu pointed to the village by the sea and said, "According to the normal moving speed, the place he is most likely to go now is here."
Nan Wangxin thought that the realm of the ancestors of Kirishima was unfathomable. He came and went freely for thousands of miles like a sword fairy. What is normal speed?
Jing Jiu said: "If Nan Xi leaks a trace of breath, he will be found out by the Qingshan Sword Array, so he must have found a way to temporarily block the breath, just like Emperor Xiao did. But no matter what it is. Method, he can't move, otherwise he will definitely leak his breath."
No one in Chaotian Continent can do the same thing.
Even if he learns the Netherworld Fairy Sword, he can only approximate infinitely.
Since Nan Chi is absolutely unable to move, he can only be delivered by others, and in order not to attract the attention of the spiritual world, he can only use the most common method of transportation.
Who is the one who sent Nan Qi into the depths of Chaotian Continent? It must not be the Xihai Sword Sect, because the Green Mountain Sect has been staring at that side.
Jing Jiu didn't know who that person was, only another fact, and said, "He is in the coffin."
Nan Wang thought of the gloomy aura he had sensed when he cast the magic spell before, and his expression changed slightly.
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A carriage carrying a coffin has been heading north on the official road a few days ago.
The coffin is an old coffin, and you can tell that it's well kept.
The girl who drives the car is also very well raised.
The girl is petite, Rong Feng is charming, and she is more charming in a white filial attire, which arouses the interest of many wicked people.
But where do those wicked people know that the girl was once the real wicked person in the forest.
Nan Zheng didn't dare to kill people at will, but it was easy to get rid of these people.
More than ten days later, she drove to a wild mountain, and the mountain trail had come to an end~IndoMTL.com~The city wall was hidden away from the cliff, but it was hundreds of miles away.
The mountains here couldn't even feel a trace of aura, and they were truly barren to the extreme. She guessed that it should be the wild mountains around Yizhou.
This wild mountain is sparsely populated, and there is no practice sect. Only the Baotong Monastery, which was established by Zen to clean up the poisonous miasma, remains here.
Nan Zheng didn't expect to have a temple in this wild mountain.
It was also the mountain temple in the tribe that she was familiar with but hadn't seen for many years.
It is at least thousands of miles away from Lushan, why is there a temple in the tribe?
The mountain temple is very old and small. After the coffin is carried in, there is only a very narrow space left, so I can barely lie down.
When she turned to look at the black coffin, the strange feeling in her heart became stronger.
There is no breath in the black coffin, and the ancestor inside seems to be really dead.
She didn't know what the ancestor was doing here, or how long she had to wait here, but she didn't dare to leave at all.
The night is coming, the mountains are like ink, there is no sound, not even the calls of wild beasts.
Nan Zheng is a master of Immortal Forest. Naturally, he is not afraid of wild beasts, but he is afraid of such quietness.
She found some oil under the stone statue in the mountain temple and poured it into the lantern outside the temple.
The lantern is broken but can still be lit, and it is actually red.
Red warm lights illuminate the ruined temple.
It looks a little festive.
It's also a little scary.
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