How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 82 What's the matter? (First order)
Along the river on both sides, the forest trails are quiet, with occasional insects and birds singing lightly.

"This peak soars into the clouds, so it looks suitable for retreat and hard work, isn't it?"

"Senior brother, low strength requires a lot of walking and experience, I still don't disturb the purity of the senior brothers above."

"The one on the other side? A forest of peach blossoms, it can be called a paradise."

"Well"

Murong Jingyan covered her eyebrows, looked away, and shook her head resolutely:

"What!? There are still villagers in Taohuawu? Will it disturb our cleaning?"

Hearing this, Zhu Huan'an was expressionless, and looked down at Murong Jingyan's mask: "After walking through more than a dozen peaks, it's either too high or too short, and if you don't enter the kiln, you're afraid of being noisy."

"Aren't you making fun of me?"

Hastily waved his hand, Murong Jingyan smiled apologetically, "How could it be, senior brother?"

"Actually, external objects are not important. All I want is a... quieter mountain, preferably without other people."

Hearing these words, Zhu Huanan stood up, and seemed to understand the meaning of Murong Jingyan's words.

That's right, this face is a disaster before it grows up, so it's better to have less contact with people.

Anyway, it will be taught by the old man himself in the future, and there is no need to learn the art with other inner disciples.

"You said it earlier."

"However, although my abandoned sword villa also has more than [-] peaks, it has remained unchanged for thousands of years. Nowadays, many of the hills have tombs of sages, or retreat places for the elders."

"There are really not many mountains left for inner disciples."

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Huan'an seemed to suddenly think of something, and looked at Murong Jingyan with a slight smile:
"However, there is a suitable one."

The two walked along the river, and soon stopped not far from the pier.

This is a low-lying purple river with splendid rivers and willows. Looking back, you can see vast lakes and seas. It is really a place with beautiful scenery.

In particular, the mountains reflect the rays of the sun and are full of purple air. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, one can see that there is a corner of a wooden pavilion on the high place, shining brightly and beautifully.

"Will no one live here?"

Standing in front of Zichuan, Murong Jingyan saw that the stream flowing down from the top of the mountain was crystal clear, except that it was too close to the mountain gate and not deep enough, and could vaguely hear the sound of hundreds of giant ships crashing at the pier, it was almost more beautiful than Taohuawu.

Of course, the Abandoned Sword Villa is basically in a state of seclusion behind closed doors on weekdays.

Zhu Huan'an rubbed his chin when he heard the words: "Ah, to be honest, no one lives there."

"How, is this scenery satisfactory?"

Coincidentally, the river wind blew past, and the light purple willow leaves fell with the wind, Murong Jingyan nodded: "Wow, this is naturally very satisfying."

Zhu Huan'an heard the words and walked up the mountain, following this stream, he could directly walk to the pavilion on the top of the mountain.

"This mountain is called Ziyun."

"Even the loft upstairs is also called Ziyun Pavilion."

"But." Zhu Huan'an picked off a purple willow leaf casually, rubbed it into fine powder, and said in a low voice.

"If you don't like it, now this mountain has no owner, and you can change the name as you like."

Shaking her head, Murong Jingyan also took off a willow leaf: "No need, I think this name is quite good."

Ziyunchuan is not very high, and the two soon came to the pavilion on the top of the mountain.

This is a three-story building.

The mortise and tenon repairs are antique and solemn from a distance, but when you look closely at the pear tree, it is carved into jade tree Qiongzhi, which is graceful, unique and quite elegant.

In front of the building hangs a plaque with yellow characters on a black background. The book reads:
Ziyun.

"Ziyun. These two characters are neat and neat, but they look familiar." Murong Jingyan blinked and said subconsciously.

With a light cough, Zhu Huan'an interrupted Murong Jingyan's thinking:
"Although this Ziyun River has been abandoned for many years, there have been brothers taking care of it from time to time, so you can rest assured to live in it."

Murong Jingyan was overjoyed, she seemed to have picked up a big bargain.

I just visited the peaks, except for the majestic and continuous main hall at the main peak, the rest of the peaks are nothing more than larger houses even for inner disciples.

Not only do I sit alone on a mountain, but I also have a three-story building?
After stroking the little yellow duck's head, Murong Jingyan was ambitious.

"By the way, brother, what's there?"

Murong Jingyan pointed to a big pit on the side of the small building, it was empty and looked a bit abrupt.

Patting his head, Zhu Huan'an blurted out: "It's nothing."

"According to the rules of the sect, when every disciple enters the inner sect, he will build a spiritual tree on his main peak, using blood essence as a guide. The taller the tree, the more it proves the potential of this person."

"At the same time, this tree is connected with one heart, and it is also the ever-burning lamp of this disciple. There are people in the tree, and people are dead and the tree is dead."

Going to the pit and kicking the soil, Zhu Huan'an said casually, "Uh, this must have been dug by other disciples, so it's convenient for you to plant trees."

Suspicion flashed in Murong Jingyan's eyes, she approached and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, tell me the truth, it shouldn't happen here"

"Are you dead?"

Zhu Huan'an raised his head, as if he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I haven't asked you what spirit tree you want."

"Pear tree? The female cultivators in the sect love to grow pear trees or willow trees. They can be regarded as doing as the Romans do in this mountain."

Seeing that Zhu Huan'an didn't answer, Murong Jingyan didn't ask any further questions.

Isn't it just a dead person? As a member of the league, I am afraid of ghosts and snakes, as long as I don't die in this building.

Can't be true?
"Brother, is there a crabapple tree?"

Zhu Huan'an nodded: "Of course there is. If you are new here, you should get acquainted with Ziyun Pavilion first."

"My mountain is in Xianlong Mausoleum, three miles to the west. Don't come here if you have nothing to do."

"I will bring you a spiritual plant later, and by the way, change your token to change the owner, and you will be officially started."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Huan'an took a look around Ziyun River, then strode downstream.

When Zhu Huan'an walked away, Murong Jingyan pushed open the door of Ziyun Pavilion.

Indeed, as Zhu Huan'an said, the Purple Cloud Pavilion was fairly clean, and there was no flying dust flying around inside.

In the main hall that catches the eye, there is a tea table made of heavy wood, and behind it is a screen, like a peacock spreading its tail, embroidered with the scenery of kites flying to the sky.

The two window lattices are in the shape of an I-shape, open upright and straight, and the setting sun of Youshi shines into the building through the screen windows, making it extremely quiet, even a little trance-like.

"Oh."

Walking into the pavilion, Murong Jingyan looked at these exquisite jade porcelain tea sets, as well as the embroidered pictures on the gorgeous screen.

"I think the original owner of Ziyun Pavilion should be an elegant person."

The little yellow duck also jumped out, and it nodded in satisfaction:
"Not bad, this mountain is full of aura, and you will understand the benefits after you seal the sky. It can be regarded as a bit of a feng shui treasure in the mortal world."

Smiling, Murong Jingyan sat on the grand master's chair of the tea table, and from this she saw that she was facing the door, and suddenly felt a sense of planning.

Involuntarily closing her eyes and thinking, Murong Jingyan entered into a state of introspection, her brows gradually frowning.

"no."

"It's been a long time since I took a shower."

While speaking, Murong Jingyan got up immediately and began to rummage through the building for clothes.

Taking advantage of Zhu Huan'an to get the saplings, this time when no one is disturbing Ziyun River, he can finally take a bath with peace of mind.

"Duck, go help me get a bucket of bath water."

"You kid, open your dog's eyes and see, can you fetch water for you?"

Murong Jingyan just turned out a purple robe from the cabinet, turned around when she heard this, and gave a look of disgust, then walked towards the backyard.

"Wow woof woof woof woof!"

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At sunset, Gan Rong stood alone on the edge of the pier, watching the red sun slowly fall into the valley.

There was thought in those tender eyes, but he didn't say a word.

"Master, it's getting dark, why don't we enter the mountain gate?" Coach Lu beside him asked.

Gan Rong refused to answer.

"Master, are you still worried about the birthday gift?"

Shaking his head, Gan Rong looked at the mountain gate and said: "The matter of the birthday ceremony is nothing more than being seen as a joke by the members of the alliance. How can I only focus on the present, but there are more important things that need to be carefully considered."

"Has the dragon head of Qizhou arrived?"

Instructor Lu cupped his hands: "Young master is so predictable, it is indeed Jiulongtou who came."

Grinning, Gan Rong put one hand behind his back: "This means that it is already in operation there, and everything is going according to plan, so I feel at ease."

"Coach Lu, you go to the meeting with a group of elites first, and I will go into the mountain by myself later, there is no need for such a battle."

"Order."

When Instructor Lu walked away quickly, Gan Rong went in the opposite direction and walked slowly along the beautiful scenery by the lake.

As dusk gradually rises, yin and yang will be divided, Gan Rong's brows are relaxed, and his thoughts are more active, because he has only two good things in his life.

It is really a great fortune in life for a beautiful woman to linger over a glass of wine.

The second is the beautiful scenery, whether it is Liangdie Bay, watching the butterflies flying in the moonlight, or in this abandoned sword villa, watching the mountains, the sun, the lake and the sea, can let his stagnant heart slightly release, and think about more distant things.

As he walked, Gan Rong was suddenly attracted.

He turned his head, and saw a purple river stretching across the river, the mountain willows were covered with stars, swaying with the wind, and the leaves were falling like a river of stars.

"This mountain is quite natural."

As he got closer, Gan Rong suddenly moved the tip of his nose slightly, and smelled a strange fragrance.

Immediately, he lowered his head to look at the gurgling stream beside his feet. The stream was clear, and under the moonlight, it looked like Bai Lian hanging down from the top of a mountain. It was extremely beautiful.

Crouching down, Gan Rong reached out to pick up a puddle of water, and took a sip.

"Huh, this smell?"

He frowned, and immediately took a big mouthful of water with both hands, and sucked it into his mouth suddenly.

"This"

He took a few more sips, washed his face dryly, raised his head silently, and looked at a dimly lit attic on the top of the mountain.

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"Hey, do you have a sense of public morality?"

The top of the mountain, the source of the stream.

In the bright moonlight, Murong Jing's face was covered in purple clothes, and her long wet hair was still knotted. At this moment, she was carrying a wooden barrel with all her strength.

With the shaking of the wooden barrel, all the bath water in it was poured into the stream water, not a single drop was left.

Looking back, Murong Jingyan put down the wooden barrel, pointed at the little yellow duck with a finger and said:

"What happened?"

"I didn't pour it into other people's bowls, so you care about me."

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