Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 91
In a blink of an eye, it took several months, during which only some birds and beasts came to the cave, but no one was there.Seeing that it is summer, the mountain waterfall outside the mansion falls straight down, and the water vapor is transpiring, making it extremely cool.

Zhang Jinwen came to report that day, saying that Emei might follow her in the future, but she never came again, so that Meng Qiu is now as deaf and dumb, completely unaware of the current situation.

He hadn't gone out for many days, but this day he had a whim and thought about moving so quietly, he left the cave and didn't go anywhere else, he found the stone table and bench on the top of the cliff to enjoy the scenery.

The sky is clear, the sky is blue and the clouds are light, the eyes are full of greenery, the ear hears the turbulent torrent, and the ding-dong is like the sound of bells and chimes, endlessly curling up, it is leisurely.

Suddenly a blue light fell straight down from the clouds, and was still in the air, when someone said in amazement: "Isn't this a wasteland? Why is there so much cloud and mist? Could it be that there are people living there?"

Meng Qiu took a look secretly, and saw that the visitor had a purple face, a big head, an ugly and ferocious appearance, but his voice was like howling a wolf.The cloud light driving is also a shade of green, very strange.

"Why is he a member of the Zhushan Sect?" There was a yellow triangular accessory on this person's chest, against the sunlight, it was very bright and dazzling.

It's just that he is not a member of the Emei sect. Meng Qiu doesn't pay much attention to such a foundation-building monk of the Zhushan sect, and hides aside.

At this moment, the outside of the cave is covered with light fog, which is the usual concealment method of monks.Ordinary people will greet each other loudly even if they don't leave.

But this person didn't care about it, rushed inside, landed outside the waterfall, looked around, but couldn't find the door, so he shook his shoulders, flew out a black iron-colored three-pronged fork, and slammed forward.

There was a burst of smoke, and the magic circle reacted automatically, blocking the attack outside the waterfall.

"Is there really someone?" He groaned strangely, stretched out his hand and pointed, the mana was everywhere, and the three-pronged fork suddenly thrust forward.

The white mist immediately fluctuated like the waves on the river surface, and with a few bangs, a few bolts of lightning drilled out of the waterfall and exploded.

The demon was caught off guard, took a bite, his hair stood on end, his face was like the bottom of a pot, he couldn't help shouting, and released a ball of dark green demon light to protect his body, and shouted at the same time:

"I'm Wumeng, the black-handed master of the Zhushan sect, who is in the cave, come out to meet him!"

When Meng Qiu lived in the cave, he was afraid of accidentally injuring someone, so the power of the magic circle was only activated by one-tenth, so Wu Meng misunderstood that the owner of the cave was not very good at cultivation.

He called a few times, but seeing no one answered, he was extremely annoyed, and said: "I was ordered by the leader to search for talents everywhere, and I came here with good intentions to invite you to join in the study of immortal arts, but you don't know what is good or bad."

As soon as the words fell, four flying forks flew out of Wumeng's body, and they all hit the cave-protecting magic circle.

"How can this person be so stupid? Don't you know that the formation outside the cave will automatically counterattack? What are you still fighting for?"

Meng Qiu was a little strange at first, but seeing Wu Meng fight more and more vigorously, he suddenly realized that this person probably thought that the master was not there, and he was attacking the treasure in the cave.

He listened for a while, and the other party tossed and turned, that is to say, he wanted to invite people to join the teaching, so he knew that he had no intention of coming here, lost interest, took out the jade card and shook it, the power of the magic circle suddenly strengthened, and the electric light as thick as a bucket flashed, piercing into the green light of the monster's bodyguard.

Wumeng's whole body was numb from the electric shock, his mana suddenly lost, he couldn't move, his flying spears fell to the ground one after another, his eyes were full of horror.

But Meng Qiu didn't wait for him to react, the flying sword cut it into two pieces immediately, and then a flame rushed towards it, burning it into flying ashes, leaving only five flying forks and a treasure bag on the spot.

This monster's cultivation base is not high, and what he does is the hard work of running around, so naturally he doesn't have any good things.

After Meng Qiu cleaned up the traces, he thought about it, and then went to Jinshi Gorge to meet Yu Luan and remind him of this matter.

Yu Luan sighed, and said: "Those Zhushan sect members are not here for the first time. I lived in seclusion for decades, and I came back and forth seven or eight times to persuade me to join the sect.

If it wasn't for my ability, I'm afraid they would directly use force and hit the door.I remember the last time I came here was ten years ago, but I never thought I'd find you this time. "

"Then Daoist Yu thinks, how should I deal with it?" Meng Qiu asked hastily.

Yu Luan thought for a while, and said: "If you have other places to go, go out and hide for a while. There are no masters in the Zhushan Sect, and their spells are not exquisite, but there is one thing, that is, there are many people.

Since the establishment of the church by its first generation leader, it has taken in monks at will regardless of what it likes.It has been hundreds of years since the disturbance, and I don't know how many people there are.

This is because Daoist Changmei ordered them not to step out of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, otherwise there would be more people.

Even though most of them are qi training, it is very annoying, they always come to search endlessly and kill them endlessly.Unless it hurts them, it's embarrassing. "

Meng Qiu was dubious and returned to the cave.Sure enough, in just half a month, three waves of people came here successively, a total of about ten people, all only practicing Qi.

Although it can be settled easily, it is annoying, and there is no guarantee that one day, a white-headed fairy boy Ren Chun will appear.

Meng Qiu was a little annoyed. Even the Emei faction failed to let him leave. Instead, he was forced to move by the Zhushan sect. He said angrily:

"If I succeed in cultivating the Tao in the future, I will definitely call on them and let them experience what it is like not to be able to return home."

Right now he didn't know where to go, and he didn't want to be too far away from Zhongtu, suddenly thought that Fanmi Mingniang had been hiding in the snow mountain for many years, and no one knew about it, so he moved his mind and went west.

After flying for a long time, it was still a green field before, and then gradually became barren, until the ground was completely white, and Meng Qiu slowly landed on the cloud head.

The mountains are stretching, the hills and ridges are undulating, the dragons and snakes are coiling, winding and winding, majestic and majestic, and the atmosphere is myriad, which is very different from the famous mountains in China.

Even though it is the midsummer of Duanyang, this place is also a high and cold mountain, with ice and snow that does not disappear for years, and it is pure white at a glance, and the past is more than tens of thousands of miles.

Meng Qiu looked around all the way, except for the eternal snow on the top of the mountain, there was no grass growing, talking about people, not even a bird or beast, it was suitable for seclusion.

He explored carefully, and found a mountain that was even more bizarre, surrounded by mountains, with rising clouds, the situation was very dangerous.

Meng Qiu went around several times before he found a deep valley in an extremely remote place. The scenery is quiet, with mixed flowers and wild trees, all over the mountains and cliffs.

At this time, the sun has gradually risen, and many exotic flowers and plants, bathed in the morning mist and swaying in the wind, are still clear.

The more Meng Qiu looked at it, the more he fell in love with it, and he couldn't help being overjoyed. Just as he was about to fall, suddenly a desert of yellow dust rose from the deep valley, and a long red mist surrounded an area of ​​fifteen or six mu.

In the red mist, a golden lotus about ten feet in size suddenly appeared, dancing like the tendrils of a dragon, shooting out thousands of golden lights, which only flashed twice, and the mist surged up like steam just out of the pot, crashing into the snow peak on the top of the mountain.

Snowballs as big as hills were sweeping past Meng Qiu's feet and slid to the bottom of the valley.Rolling to a height of more than a hundred feet from the bottom of the valley, he was hit by a protruding big rocky peak, and there was another big earthquake with the sound of landslides and ground cracks, which was the sound of rustling.

Meng Qiu was unprepared, he was startled by the aftermath of the fight, and unconsciously revealed his figure.

(End of this chapter)