Ask the Mirror Chapter 22: Qingshan Cross-sea Sword Breaks the Judgment (7)

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Changes on the surface will not affect the underground. Thousands of miles deep in the ground, under the legendary Nine Springs, it is nothing more than this.

It's dark, and it's hard to know the time. After all, the characters here are all of good cultivation. When nothing happens, they just meditate and practice. As long as they can ignore the roar that sounds from time to time in the pit.

On the fifth day, Shao Changping hurriedly stepped on the incredibly huge cauldron lid, pausing only for a moment at the edge of the pit. The material of bronze is inherently good at conducting heat, not to mention that less than a hundred feet below is a lake of molten lava. As soon as you step on it, you will hear a squeak under your feet, as the heat conflicts with the protective aura.

Hearing another bell ringing, a cloud of fire smoke came from the side and in front of him. Inside, there was a majestic Suan Ni beast with a shaggy mane, like a round of puffing flames. What came out from his mouth and nose were all winding lights. The lingering fire smoke and flaming red eyes stared at him, as if they might attack him at any time.

Shao Changping ignored it. The master's mental skills had their own evasive skills. As expected, the Suan Ni didn't pay much attention to him when he walked by. Under the tower-like building.

The so-called "pavilion-like" means that at the bottom of the building, six copper pillars open up a transparent space, shaped like a pavilion; when it is said to be "like a tower", it means that there are seven-story buildings on top of the "pavilion". The rounded eaves are similar to those of pagodas. Such a structure actually goes against the principles of fortification, but it gives people the feeling of being solid and heavy.

In the "pavilion" at the bottom, the ancestor of Guliang is sitting with his eyes closed. His face is like iron, with sharp edges and corners. From head to face, there seems to be a layer of metallic luster, without any breath, just like a lifelike temple. statue.

Shao Changping also just learned about the arrival of his ancestor. He only had time to send a message to Song Gongyuan, so he hurried over. When he saw his ancestor in front of him, he knelt down and worshiped regardless of the hot lid of the cauldron. Only a few breaths later, Song Gongyuan also arrived, just like him.

Guliang Patriarch ignored it and still closed his eyes in silence. After ten breaths, he suddenly heard the clear sound of a ring pendant. On the top of the cauldron, another person floated over. He was not polite and walked in directly. After entering the pavilion, he sat down at an iron table separated from Guliang Patriarch.

At this time, the ancestor of Guliang moved his lips and teeth and said: "You have met Pingzhi Yuanjun."

Song and Shao were busy saluting, but they didn't have to kneel down again. They also knew the ancestor’s temperament and then stood up.

Guliang Patriarch didn’t have any arrangements, he just said: “Just follow the established plan.”

The two of them responded, but Song Gongyuan took the opportunity to say: "Mr. Wanxiang, Brother Xu Shi, Brother Mingchu, etc. would like to come and see me."

"Let them wait a moment."

Song Gongyuan agreed and retreated with Shao Changping. Both of them were well aware of the temperament of the person opposite their ancestor. They did not raise their heads before and after the ceremony, and they deliberately avoided looking at him when they left.

Of course, all this means nothing to Patriarch Guliang.

When the two proud disciples left, he opened his drooping eyelids and moved slightly to look at his old friend on one side.

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It can be said that she is a stunning beauty, but to him, appearance is of little significance. What is impressive is that this "Heiji Yuanjun" is gorgeously dressed and wearing a jade crown. , the precious light is lingering, and it can dazzle people's eyes.

The demeanor is very dignified, so dignified that it is rigid and rigid, like a clay puppet. Sitting on the metal round stool in the pavilion, his eyes were naturally lowered, as if nothing was bothering him, but it was more like he was putting all his efforts into maintaining this posture, which made people feel tired inexplicably. .

Grandpa Guliang was used to this look. He sighed secretly and took the initiative to speak: "I heard that Yuanjun took on a good disciple a few years ago."

The other person responded lukewarmly: "Much worse than Dao Brother's disciples."

"How could it be? Mr. Yuan's vision is ten times better than mine, but his requirements are too high. If you can win Mr. Yuan's favor, then your disciple will have a bright future."

"On behalf of my disciple, I would like to thank Brother Dao for your kind words. Please take care of her when she goes out in the future."

"...should be."

It seems like they are chatting, but Patriarch Gu Liang is actually very serious. This old friend of his was actually a first-class sweetheart. However, due to his stubborn personality and his insistence on standing up for his friends, he offended one of the top powerful men in this world in his early years. He suffered a great shame and humiliation, and suffered a serious injury that would never heal. Originally, My Great Tribulation Dharma cultivation has dropped one level after another. Over the years, I have worked hard to support myself. I did not hesitate to go against my temperament and make mistakes with that powerful person, so that my injuries did not continue to worsen.

But in private, everything he does is done **** for tat by the powerful one, which has reached the point of paranoia.

I am afraid this time will be no exception. Ancestor Gu Liang heard that this new disciple seemed to have some entanglements with the powerful one. Otherwise, with her injuries, it would be too late for her to stay in seclusion for years to recuperate. How would she have the energy to train her disciples? With her love of luxury and ostentation, how could she have been the only disciple of Luo Yuniang for many years?

Grand Ancestor Gu Liang knew that making this promise would inevitably lead to some trouble in the future, but how could he be stingy when his old friend was willing to lend him a magic weapon like the Liang Yi Circle?

The two of them sat in the pavilion for a long time without saying anything again. As the time was approaching, Lord Ping Zhiyuan stood up, said goodbye quietly, and walked away slowly.

Grandpa Guliang saw her figure fading away, put his heart away, and closed his eyes again without mentioning her.

Song Gongyuan watched Pingzhi Yuanjun leave the pavilion, and nodded to Ma Mingchu. At that moment, Ma Mingchu, Zhu Wanxiang, and Xu Chang, who had been assisting Shao Changping here, climbed onto the tripod lid and went to pay their respects.

Shao Changping stayed on the side, but wanted to accompany Luo Yuniang, and then asked Ping Zhiyuanjun to rest at his residence.

He knew that Pingzhi Yuanjun was an old friend of his master, but he had never met him a few times in the hundreds of years he had been under Guliang Patriarch's seat. I'm still a little curious.

This female cultivator is also a strange person in this world. It is said that she was originally a noble concubine of a royal family of a large country in the secular world. Due to an opportunity, she entered the world of spiritual practice. She is extremely talented and became a master of the Great Tribulation Dharma in one calamity. She has a cheerful personality and has friends all over the world. She also likes luxury and has extremely high taste. The "Pingzhi Banquet" she held back then was almost like the legendary Peach Festival. All monks in this world are like this. She was proud to attend the banquet, so some people called her "Empress Pingzhi". And because her surname was Xue, some people called her "Empress Xue".

However, something unexpected happened, and a deadly battle knocked her down from the top. From then on, she lived in seclusion, living in the poor mountains and rivers, and rarely appeared in front of others. If it weren't for the great reputation and deep friendship of Patriarch Guliang, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to invite this person.

While thinking about it, Xue Pingzhi suddenly stopped, still two or three miles away from them.

The next moment, a figure was seen walking out of the heat-distorted smoke nearby and blocking Xue Pingzhi. Shao and Luo were both shocked. No one knew how someone was hiding there.

The man sang: "Yuanjun, Qu Cheng pays my respects."