Dijun's black moonlight is back

After drinking for three rounds, everyone at the table got drunk.

Li Xiao also lay down on Ling Yu's lap, still muttering her name.

The stove was almost burnt out, and there were only a few lukewarm bubbles popping out from time to time in the pot.

These disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, who usually enjoy great glory when they kill demons, are now standing in this pavilion, looking no different from ordinary people.

Ling Yu made a trick to block the cold dew and frosty air from the gazebo, lest they all wake up with splitting headaches tomorrow morning.

She helped Mingxiao up and lay down on the bench of the pavilion.

There was still the last half sip of wine in the glass, Ling Yu drank it up, put down the glass and left.

What she didn't expect was that she saw Wen Jingchan just as she walked out of the lotus field.

He seemed to have been standing here for a long time, but when he saw Ling Yu, his expression was very indifferent: "Let's go, go back to sleep."

"Why are you here?" Ling Yu asked him.

Wen Jingchan didn't know what to say.

He arrived here not long after the Qing character was heard.

But he never went there to disturb their reunion, he watched Ling Yu drinking and talking with his former classmates through the flowers and leaves in the lotus root field.

She didn't say a few words the whole time, just drinking and eating, and occasionally nodded.

It may seem that she can't blend in with the talking and laughing people around her at all, but Wen Jingchan feels that she doesn't mind these people being noisy around her, in fact, she just enjoys being with everyone.

"Forget it, forget it," Ling Yu said suddenly, "Come on, come on, let's go back."

Only then did Wen Jingchan realize that she seemed a little drunk too.

Ling Yu's eyes were still clear, but if she was awake, she wouldn't wave her hand when she said it was over.

She usually talks and rarely makes body movements.

Seeing that she didn't forget to hold the knot before leaving, Wen Jingchan almost thought she wasn't drunk.

"Then can you go?" Wen Jingchan asked.

Ling Yu looked up at him, and turned into a little black bird without saying a word, ready to fly back.

Although Wen Jingchan had already guessed that it was her, he was still stunned when Ling Yu really changed into his original appearance.

It has been 700 years since she left without saying goodbye, and he finally saw his little crow again.

Ling Yu staggered and flew for a short distance, then lost her balance and fell towards the lotus root field.

Wen Jingchan grabbed Ling Yu from the air and pulled Ling Yu back into her palm.

When he was young, he could only hold her in his arms with Ling Yu, but now she is not as big as his palm, and she can be supported with one hand.

Wen Jingchan looked down at her and smiled unconsciously.

Nice to see you again after a long absence.

He took Lingyu to Tianmen Pass, and meditated next to the spirit vein of Qingcheng Mountain.

Wen Jingchan, who was supposed to meditate, was only concerned with smoothing the feathers on Lingyu's wings with one finger.

He felt that Lingyu looked much more energetic now than a thousand years ago, and he didn't know if it was because of embarking on the road of cultivation.

Or maybe it's because she collected Fu Shuang's spiritual root in Jiange Mountain.

Daoist Xiyan appeared in Tianmen Pass with a volume of ancient books in his arms. He looked a little hurried, as if he was in a hurry.

"True Monarch," Daoist Xiyan walked up the steps to Wen Jingchan's side, "This old man has been watching the sky recently, and saw a change in the stars, and found this after searching the Star Picking Tower."

He handed the curly yellow ancient book to Wen Jingchan, this book is very old, if there is not a ray of divine power attached to it, it should have been turned into ashes long ago.

The Zhaixing Building is older than the sect in Qingcheng Mountain. It was originally the place where Fuyueguan lived in the world. Later, she stole Ziwei Tianhuo, and it was also stored here.When Rishoushen took back Ziwei Tianhuo, he left a little kindling for Zhaixinglou. Tai Yizong is good at refining elixir, so it is inseparable from this.

It's just that very few people know about this past event, and stealing divine fire is not a very honorable thing, so there are only a few rumors.

Wen Jingchan took the scroll, unfolded it and made it float in mid-air.

There are no words in this book, only a picture, with a purple star in the middle of the picture, under the sky is the world like purgatory.

Daoist Xiyan pointed to the star: "Among the recent astrology, it is the one that lights up."

"True Monarch, the world may be in danger."

As shown in the picture, the river flows backwards, the mountains and rocks collapse, the intact earth is torn apart, and the sea water passes over the stone gorge and sweeps away the vegetation and life.

And out of all of them, only one place looks safe.

Mingjing Mountain.

The Bodhi tree is nowhere to be found, and Mingjing Mountain no longer exists. Strangely, a tall tower rises from the ground there.

Wen Jingchan has never read any records about this pagoda in any books, not even a single word, but for some reason, he always feels familiar.

The tower passed through the clouds on the dome, and seemed to be inserted straight into the sky.

If this tower reaches the sky, it should be a good thing. Why is the earth so devastated?

Master Xiyan found this on Fuyueguan's bookshelf. Originally, he had no intention of looking for Wen Jingchan.

It was he who looked and found that the tower was in the direction of Mingjing Mountain on the map, so he came to him.

"Is this a prophecy?" Wen Jingchan muttered to himself.

He raised his head to annotate the painting. There may be a lot of information in it, but at this moment, he couldn't understand it, so he couldn't catch anything useful.

"True Monarch should ascend to 33 heavens," said Daoist Xiyan, "but if the living beings in the future world are destined to suffer innocently, please ask True Monarch to help us a little bit."

Wen Jingchan put away the scroll: "Natural."

After getting his promise, Daoist Xiyan felt a little relieved, but he was still uneasy.

"Does Zhenjun have a clue?" Daoist Xiyan asked.

Wen Jingchan shook his head truthfully: "I have never seen this star. As for the doomsday scene painted on the scroll, it may have something to do with the tower."

"What about Mingjing Mountain?" Daoist Xiyan asked, "Is there anything in the mountain related to this painting?"

There really is: no phase abyss.

But Wen Jingchan didn't tell him.

In the picture scroll, the magma in the center of the earth bursts out, spreading from the foot of the tower to the three rivers and four fields, which seems to be related to Wuxiangyuan.

Wen Jingchan used to only know that Wuxiangyuan's formation must never be unraveled, and the sword sealed in it is enough to destroy the entire mountain.

And the earth veins below cannot tolerate the slightest negligence.

If the big formation is loosened, Mingjing Mountain will definitely disappear, but I didn't expect that it would make the whole land torn apart.

Wen Jingchan didn't answer him, but asked for ancient books: "If the real person doesn't mind, can you give me the painting?"

Xiyan Zhenren bowed his hands and bowed: "I hope Zhenjun will find out the whole story as soon as possible, so that practitioners all over the world can discuss countermeasures together."

The creatures on the earth are not only ordinary people, but also monsters and ghosts. If the disaster in the painting is indeed about to come, it may be a catastrophe that will destroy all living beings.

Wen Jingchan held the scroll, the old paper was very rough and clenched his hands, he looked down at it.

Could this catastrophe be the last half step of his ascension?
Right to leave: easy to understand