madnovel Chapter 1698 Immortal Residence
Chapter 1698 Immortal Residence
Chapter 1698 Immortal Residence
In Shilong Mountain, not only does the fairy grass grow fast, the weeds also grow at least twice as fast.
Wan Qiliang, the nosy one, was even more rude: "Don't they grow medicinal herbs and crops on these two sides?"
Lu Jing had no expression on his face: "No more planting."
Over the past year, the spiritual energy of Shilong Mountain has declined too quickly, resulting in poor harvests in some fields and forests. The Huan Sect focused on quality rather than quantity and simply abandoned some of the immortal fields.
He Lingchuan nodded. Back then, the fairy fields of Fengmo Mountain in Piaomiao Sect were also abandoned piece by piece.
While enjoying the scenery along the way, he asked Lu Jing: "Are you a local of Yinzhu Island?"
"Yes. I am from Qianhua Island next to the main island. When I was five years old, I was fortunate enough to be accepted by the Huan Sect and practiced immortal arts. It has been thirty-nine years now."
After hearing this, Wanqi Feng subconsciously took another look at him. This man looked to be in his early twenties, about the same age as his master, but he didn't expect him to be in his forties. It turned out that spiritual energy and magic could keep one young and live longer.
He Lingchuan noticed that he was a disciple that Huan Zong accepted from the local area after Qian Huan Zhenren entered Yinzhu Island, so he asked the key question: "So, has Fellow Daoist Lu ever seen Qian Huan Zhenren?"
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows and paused for two breaths before saying, "Island Master He interested in me?"
When he asked this question, He Lingchuan knew the answer and laughed casually: "I see that you all are very young. It doesn't look like you followed Immortal Master Qianhuan here more than a hundred years ago."
Even if an immortal has the secret to keep his youth, his eyes are hard to deceive. The eyes of a man who is hundreds of years old and a young man in his twenties or thirties have completely different expressions.
Lu Jing looked at his fellow disciples behind him and said, "Yes, the seniors who followed the Immortal Lord back to Silver Pearl Island are all at the level of Grandmasters. Look at these people behind me, they all wish they were born a hundred years earlier."
Everyone laughed, but Dong Rui winked at He Lingchuan.
What do these two words mean, "return"? Do these young disciples of the Illusion Sect surnamed Lu think that the Thousand Illusions Master has always lived in the Upside-Down Sea?
He Lingchuan glanced at him: "What's wrong with your eyes?"
I heard it, don’t get excited.
The innkeeper had previously said that the local wind god's Taoist name was Qianhuan.
The storm in the Upside-Down Sea has existed for thousands of years. True Man Qianhuan certainly cannot let ordinary people know that he only came to control the Upside-Down Sea more than 150 years ago, otherwise the shell of the God of Wind will be broken with one poke.
"It's nothing, just some sand in my eyes." Dong Rui could only rub his eyes.
There was no need to ask Lu Jing about the matter of Qianhuan Zhenren. He was a latecomer and didn't know the truth. So He Lingchuan changed the question: "I want to know, how did you find out that we were on the island?"
This is an easy answer, so Lu Jing said, "We have the power to protect the island. If an outsider breaks in, we will be able to detect them. As soon as your ship came in, the Illusion Sect knew about it."
"What about the fleet in the northwest corner?" He Lingchuan asked again, "Did they land on the island?"
"I'll pick you up. We won't know the movements of those people until we return to the mountain." Lu Jing looked at him and said, "What is your relationship with them?"
"Dead enemies." He Lingchuan spread his hands. "They are the dead enemies of Lingshan, and they will be your dead enemies as well."
When Aunt Zhu heard this, she knew that this guy was trying to change the concept again and equated himself with Lingshan.
"So they are here to die." Lu Jing said naturally, "Where are they from?"
"Heavenly Palace." He Lingchuan smiled, "They were sent by the Heavenly Demon."
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There are layers of mountains and secluded fairy forests.
Flocks of birds are playing among the clouds. Shilong Peak is a paradise on earth, and it seems like two different worlds from Yinzhu City at the foot of the mountain.
The higher you go, the fewer traces of human beings you see, especially when you reach an altitude of over 500 feet, where there is only flowing clouds and mist all around.
He Lingchuan thought of the old site of Piaomiao Sect on Fengmo Mountain. There were also such small and narrow paths going up and down the mountain, but the path there was covered with ice and snow all year round, while the cracks in the rocks here were full of muddy moss, making it very difficult for mortals to walk.
Then, one exquisite building after another began to appear in the mountains and forests, on the cliffs, and at the foot of the steep cliffs.
At first, it was just a single building with an occasional monastery or three or five small pavilions. After climbing over a few hills and passing through a fairy peach forest, the majestic palace complex came into view!
Count the seven-story towers in the fairy mountain, with carved railings and jade-paved walls and evergreen pines.
It happened that red clouds emerged from the mountains and the sky light opened and closed, illuminating the red eaves and red ridges of the fairy palace.
At this moment, all the mountains are red, and the beauty is beyond words.
He Lingchuan had seen such extreme luxury in Lingxu City, but it was far less shocking than the one seen in the empty mountains and clouds.
This is the atmosphere that an immortal’s residence should have.
The Yingtai sheep cart jumped out from the mountains and forests, landed on a huge square, and continued to gallop upwards.
From here on, the road surface is made of white marble, which is smooth and elegant. Each stone step is of equal height, as precise as if measured with a ruler.
From bottom to top, it was so clean that there was not a single fallen leaf.
The sound of sheep's hooves hitting the road is clear and rhythmic.
This group of palaces are built on the mountain, with different heights, connected by platforms and corridors, and planted with exotic flowers and plants. Now that summer is approaching, the clear pond beside the corridor is full of three-color lotus in advance.
From a distance it looks like ink painting, from a close distance it looks like a fairy scroll.
The goat cart ran along the platform all the way to the square on the top of the mountain, which was more spacious and could accommodate at least three to four thousand people. Lu Jing introduced that this place was called "Panxiantai", where the great preached and the disciples listened to the sound.
At the end of the square are three large halls. The main hall in the middle is seven stories high. It is lush, heavy, solemn and majestic.
This place is the abode of immortals shrouded in clouds and mist, far away from the mortal world.
Anyone who stands on Panxiantai and looks up at the magnificent and vast hall will be filled with admiration.
But the sheep cart did not drive into the main hall, but kicked into the back of the side hall.
Several disciples of the Illusion Sect were already waiting here: "Uncle Lu?"
"Step aside, these are guests from afar." Lu Jing waved them away, then said to He Lingchuan, "Master Xiao is in Wenhui Pavilion, follow me."
Everyone followed him through the hall again. After walking for a long time and passing a huge screen, they saw dozens of people standing around the hall, all standing solemnly with their hands hanging down, facing the direction of Wenhui Pavilion above.
We have to climb up again! Dong Rui couldn't help shaking his legs. How many more steps are there? Wanqi Feng and others stayed in Siwei Hall, so they didn't have to tire their legs.
After finally reaching the top, Lu Jing made a report and led He Lingchuan, Dong Rui and Aunt Zhu into the room.
The Wenhui Pavilion was hollow, and He Lingchuan saw a large mirror standing in the patio at first glance.
The mirror was more than a person's height, round like a bright moon, with three turquoise stones embedded on the top of the silver edge. What was reflected on the mirror was not the indoor environment, but the vast ocean!
The sea was sparkling, the waves were shining, and there was a fleet of ships anchored there.
There were about ten people standing in front of the mirror, talking in low voices.
The soul-catching mirror in He Lingchuan's arms suddenly became excited and spoke incoherently: "Hao Yuan Golden Mirror! Ahhhh, isn't this the legendary Hao Yuan Golden Mirror! Oh, oh, I wish I could see it with my own eyes one day!"