Zhao Ge: 20. Under the light boat

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The flying boat, made like a divine bird, travels through the clouds, light and graceful, and is far away. He Fengji, a well-known poet of the Jin and Tang Dynasty, once watched the scene of the blue feather boat flying over the clouds from the star-catching tower, and sighed: "The blue bird does not see the lone boat, and the film feather flies across Kyushu."

The Qingyu Guangzhou has three floors on top. After boarding the boat, all the disciples rested by folding houses by level.

Baili sparsely resides in the single pavilion on the top floor.

He took out the pictures of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and spread them on the case. Jiuxuanmen is located in Dongyong County at the junction of the Jintang Dynasty and the Nanchen Dynasty, where the main trunk of the Fen River and the Yanshui branch meet. This trip northward needs to stop in Bingzhou, Dingzhou, Dongyanzhou, and Anzhou. Each of these four states has one Qingming Pagoda.

The so-called Qingming Pagoda is twenty-eight stories high, and each story corresponds to one star. Flying spirit instruments such as Qingyu Guangzhou travel through the clouds and rely on the Qingming Tower built on the ground to locate them. Within the territory of the Twelve Dynasty, each state had its own Qingming Pagoda, but these Qingming Pagodas were mostly built by the Eight Immortal Sects, and they were eventually guarded by the Zongmen and the dynasty officials.

Each flying boat must descend into the tower to register when passing through the states and counties with Qingming Pagodas, and offenders will be wanted.

Yanmen County is located in the southeast corner of Bingzhou.

Bai Lishu's pale and bloodless fingertips rubbed the mark of Qingming Tower on the map of Wanli River and Mountain, eyelashes down. After thinking for a long time, he whispered the words he saw on the library that day: "Three Thousand Avenues are exhausted in one's life, Hong Chen is not in love with the immortal."

Hong Chen is not in love...

Sure enough, he was so comfortable.

He sighed, put away the pictures of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, opened the door and walked out of the room.

On the Qingyu Guangzhou, perhaps because of the existence of a big brother who almost only exists in oral legends, the group of nine profound disciples seemed much more excited than usual, and walked twice on the flying boat from time to time. However, a few days later, everyone could not see the big brother again, and the other party had been kept behind closed doors in the top floor of the independent pavilion.

All the disciples of the Nine Profound School felt regretful on the one hand, and felt that it was so on the other, so they gradually faded away. The cultivation that should be practiced, the comprehension that should be comprehended.

Jun Wanbai took a sigh of relief, and with a cold face, he withdrew from the luminosity of Dao Xin.

She spread her hand out and shook it, as if trying to catch something mysterious and mysterious-she failed again.

The artistic conception she chose to perceive was a bit special. At the beginning, the master had persuaded her to choose something else, but she would do her own way. Now, not surprisingly, Master is stuck in the half-step mood, and he has not been able to get started.

"After all..."

Jun Wanbai stood up, put the hidden robe on him, and opened the door.

"What is impermanence?"

Jun Wanbai's room is on the second floor, and several leaders of various peaks and veins live on this floor. She walked outward along the promenade of the star wood, Shen Changge, Qin Jiu and others were obviously in a state of underworld cultivation, and the doors of the rooms on both sides of the promenade were closed tightly, making it quiet.

Stepping on, the voice is exceptionally clear.

Jun Wanbai left the attic and walked towards the bow of the flying boat. As soon as she left the attic of the boat that covered the formation, a fierce cold wind blew her face, but for a monk at the peak of the Yuan Dan, this wind was nothing. She went straight all the way, heading forward.

Walking to the deck of the boat head, Jun Wanbai stopped in surprise.

There are already people on the deck.

A slender figure stood upright in front of the railing at the bow of the ship.

Bai Lishu stood with her back facing her, Qingyu Guangzhou skimmed over the clouds and enveloped him in a hazy haze. The gust of wind caused his robe sleeves to flutter, as if he would ride the wind at any time, and like a solitary sword splitting the oncoming wind.

Jun Wanbai suddenly found that the Tianwaixian who had shocked Kyushu with a sword was extremely thin.

The back is like a green bamboo.

Seems to notice the arrival of Jun Wanbai, and the young man with his back facing her glanced sideways at her.

He just turned his head casually, but Jun Wanbai held his breath subconsciously.

Amidst the clouds in the boat, Bai Wu misted Bailishu's face, but those eyes were unforgettable.

The person's eyes are quiet and deep, and there is a hint of sharpness to see through everything. Looking at those eyes, I just feel like walking on the surface of a frozen lake. My shadow is clearly reflected by the ice of the lake, but when I look down, I can never see what is under the lake. .

"Brother Baili is so Yaxing."

Jun Wanbai settled down, strode forward, faintly provocative in his brows and eyes.

"In the past few days, the younger brothers and sisters have not been able to find the brother side. It seems that I am extremely lucky. I can meet the senior brother by accident."

As if not hearing the sarcasm in Jun Wan’s white words, Bailishu calmly said hello: "Junior Sister."

Although Jun Wanbai doesn't deal with that guy in Hezhou very much, but in some respects it is the same.

Jun Wanbai has actually seen Bailishu several times, and the most hated is that this person always has an indifferent look, always with an aura of alienation and superiority. After leaving the customs this time, Bailishu is still exactly the same as before.

No, it's not exactly the same.

It's getting worse.

Jun Wanbai keenly felt that the breath of Bailishu's body became more and more indifferent, and there was also a kind of alienation from his bones.

Obviously everyone is a disciple of the Jiuxuan, why can this person always stand in a very high and far place and look down on them indifferently? Just like at this moment, even if this person calls her "Junior Sister", the tone is calm without any emotion.

Jun Wanbai couldn't help but clenched her hand under the navy robe. She raised her eyebrows and sneered: "Big brother actually knows my name, should I say it is a great honor?"

"No need."

Bai Li brushed his sleeves and walked straight past Jun Wanbai.

The thin youth passed by with his head down. This scene is very familiar. Jun Wanbai remembered the first time that the headmaster brought back Bailishu, who was still a teenager, that she thought it was the apprentice of the deceased person, and prepared to take care of it. The result was the same as today, and the other side passed her indifferently.

Jun Wanbai lowered his head, turned his hands over, and a pair of thin, translucent bone swords slid out.

She shook her backhand, turned around abruptly, and swung her sword at the white-clothed youth who passed by. The speed of the blow was extremely fast, and the bone sword drew twisted marks in the air.

However, the other side had eyes on the back. The moment she swung her swords, she fluttered out lightly, no more, no less, avoiding Jun Wanbai's blow by a few millimeters.

With a single blow, Jun Wanbai's hands holding the bone sword dropped.

She didn't know exactly what emotion she was swinging that sword. After the sword fell to the ground, she suddenly lost the anger of drawing the sword again.

So she stared blankly at the young man's back in the clouds and mist that enveloped the flying boat.

For a long time, Jun Wanbai turned his head to look at where Bailishu was standing.

She walked two steps and also stood in front of the railing, looking down.

Under the clouds and fog, are the large and small cities that the Qingyu Guangzhou passes by. I don’t know the number of the city walls.