Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 122

Da Jiao blinked his eyes, chuckled, estimated the heat, and threw in various spiritual fruits one by one, while muttering:

"It's been three days and three nights. It's very important to cook this human elixir. Fortunately, I've been cooking it for so many years, so I'm very familiar with it."

"On the contrary, this human race is really ruthless. Such juniors are willing to use it to practice elixirs. No wonder we can't compete with them. If it weren't for the conflict of interests and mutual hostility, there would be no way for us to survive."

Touching the 300-year-old sword mark under the scales, deep fear appeared in Dajiao's eyes, and he clenched his hands lightly, bursting out with a few light green brilliance.

"For more than 300 years, I have cultivated from the early stage of Zifu to the peak of Zifu, but this wound has never healed... Li Jiangqun..."

The face with the crescent pattern on the forehead suddenly appeared in front of Dajiao's eyes, the green vertical pupil suddenly shrank, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Fortunately, this man is dead."

Dumbfounded, the giant dragon hurriedly sent the spirit fruit in his hand into the alchemy furnace. He counted the time, and a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes. Alchemy was one of his few hobbies, and this elixir would be his most outstanding one. One of the works.

Gently opening the alchemy furnace, the scene of the sun filled the room as Dajiao imagined, but the scene of the fragrance of alchemy did not appear. He frowned and waved, and immediately flew out of the alchemy furnace a elixir covered in earthy yellow.

With a face full of disbelief, Dajiao murmured:

"It shouldn't be! It should be snow white! How could it be like this... Could it be that the medicine is too strong, and it has returned to its original nature?!"

Confused, Da Jiao shook his head in embarrassment, took out a silver needle in his hand, and gently scratched the surface of the elixir, the silver needle immediately emitted a faint light.

"broken!"

Da Jiao looked annoyed, his heart was full of remorse, and he said in doubt:
"How could this be?! The potency of this medicine is too shallow! If this pill is sent out, then Old Ghost Chi Wei will have to fight for me!"

"I've been here for hundreds of years, how could I make a mistake like this!"

Dajiao's vertical pupils turned slightly, and he took out a box of bright white liquid from the storage bag, and with a hook of his finger, he smeared on the elixir, took out more than a dozen kinds of herbs from time to time, mixed them, and returned to the furnace to refine them for an hour .

Turning on the alchemy furnace again, suddenly the sun shines brightly, the room is full of fragrance, and the big jiao is full of resentment, thinking:

"Come on, if you die, you will die. You can only show it on the surface! Anyway, this old ghost will be dead if he doesn't make a breakthrough. How can he ask the superior to come and cause trouble for me? I have already got the things, let him do whatever he wants. Go!"

So he packed the elixir, jumped out of the pool, and delivered it to the monk in green.

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The backyard of Lijing Mountain.

The bluish-gray dharma mirror quietly floated above the stone platform, and the moonlight shrouded her side like smoke and mist. It was as quiet and peaceful as the past three years. Bright and dark.

There was an incense burner on the table below, and wisps of green smoke drifted away. It can be seen that the Li family has not slackened in the past few years. The daily tributes are changed from time to time, and the incense burner is also wiped clean.

"Finally successful."

After Lu Jiangxian fused the fragments of the mirror, his consciousness swept around, the mirror body shone with divine light, and many insights emerged in his heart.

When the consciousness sank into the mirror, a gray world appeared in front of the eyes, and layers of gray mist floated in the sky. Underneath was the land riddled with holes and countless ruins of gray-white buildings. gravel.

"Knowledge in... a world of its own."

This mirror fragment is impressively attached to this small world with a radius of thousands of miles. In the middle is a towering mountain. Countless moon-white building wreckage gathers into dots and white spots on the mountain, and the closer to the foot of the mountain, the denser it becomes.

With a move of Lu Jiangxian's consciousness, the rich lunar moonlight emerged out of thin air, and quickly gathered at the foot of the mountain, condensing a white-haired man in a long robe, with crescent moon patterns tattooed on the cuffs and collar. strangeness.

In front of Lu Jiangxian, a mirror with flowing water and light quickly condensed. Facing this face that he had not seen for decades, a strong sense of disorientation emerged. The face was still the same, but the eye sockets were deeper, and there was a shallow line on the left cheek. scars.

"who am I?"

A sense of weightlessness suddenly rushed into his mind, and Lu Jiangxian's consciousness swept across the entire world like a storm.

Stepping over the overturning—he walked forward step by step along the jade bricks on the mountain. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he reached the highest platform.

In the middle of the platform was a huge tree with white leaves, intertwined roots, a stone table and a stone chair under it, and a figure kneeling in the middle.

The man was dressed in white, with brocade jade boots and a jade crown. He had a handsome face with a crescent-shaped imprint between his brows. He looked up at Lu Jiangxian and said softly:
"Master."

Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly went blank, and his heart was inexplicably complicated, but he opened his mouth unconsciously and replied:
"Jiang Qun."

The young man in white smiled slightly, Lu Jiangxian was full of thoughts in his heart, and opened his mouth to speak, but he scattered with the wind like flying sand, leaving only a pale white halo staying in place.

Lu Jiangxian stared blankly for a moment, and felt that tears were streaming down his face. He stretched out his hazy white jade-like arm, received the halo, his eyes lit up immediately, and he sank into a shallow dream.

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"Li Jiangqun!"

Lu Jiangxian sank into the memory of Li Jiangqun like several times before, standing bowed in the vast and boundless hall, surrounded by the pale white moonlight like smoke and mist, and the huge white jade pillar carved with patterns The two sides of the body towered up, supporting the overly large hall.

His angle of view is always staring at the complicated patterns on the jade bricks on the ground, as if he wants to see a flower.

"You are guilty!"

"Disciple guilty!"

Li Jiangqun knelt down gently, raised his head slightly, and then Lu Jiangxian saw a person sitting on the top of the white jade seat carved with dragons and painted phoenixes. His long white hair fell down and stretched all the way to the bottom of the seat. His face was all too familiar. , it was Lu Jiangxian himself!
It's just that his face on the top is much more mature. He was only in his 20s when he died suddenly, and he looked like he was in his 40s or [-]s. He looked indifferently and looked at Li Jiangqun quietly.

"I'll punish you and release you to the South Bank, bring your clansmen with you, break through the Purple Mansion and come back!"

"The disciple accepts the crime!"

Li Jiangqun replied respectfully, and seeing Lu Jiangxian frowned, he said softly:

"You don't stand up for things. You are too gullible to trust others, and you keep your promises. This leak is a small lesson. If you can't correct it in the future, I'm afraid you will die at the hands of your so-called friends."

"The disciple understands!"

Li Jiangqun nodded, his eyes were clear and bright, he looked up at Lu Jiangxian with a smile, and said with a smile:
"From the perspective of my disciples, they are all the same. If I can't be loyal to my friends, how can I reassure my master? Since I can deceive my friends, it doesn't matter if I deceive my master again. If I, Li Jiangqun, are the same person as that person With the hypocrisy of the latter set, Master will not rest assured to entrust this kind of thing to me."

Lu Jiangxian, who was at the top, shook his head slightly, and said softly:

"Qun'er, this world is never black and white. The villains who kill people have loyalty, and the peddlers who talk flattery also have unswerving feelings. Gao Shangyi, you look at things too purely, and although you can get twice the result with half the effort in cultivation, it is really too dangerous."

Li Jiangqun froze for a moment, nodded and didn't know if he had listened, but Lu Jiangxian carefully observed himself above, trying to see something familiar.

He looked a little lonely at the top, and he looked extraordinarily cold against the backdrop of the vast and boundless hall behind him, and said softly:

"It's been so many years since I founded the Yuehua Yuan Mansion. Look at the people below, who seem to be in the same spirit as the people of the same mansion. The intrigue is so lively. I have a lazy temperament, so I am not suitable to be the lord of this mansion. , just had to do it.”

"The two cultivations of the palace lord's array talisman are admired by the whole world. How many people in the world are opponents with the dharma mirror, but no one has ever dared to think so!"

Li Jiangqun hurriedly cupped his hands and said, but the world in Lu Jiangxian's eyes became more and more blurred, and this memory was coming to an end.

Everything in front of him slowly faded away, and Lu Jiangxian stood alone on the spot, with the gloomy world beside him.

His mind was in chaos, whether his 20 years of modern life was just a dream, or the master of the Yuehua Yuan Mansion was his previous life in his dream.

He opened his mouth, but Lu Jiangxian found himself alone, with no one to talk to and nowhere to speak. He was an optimistic person, and the loneliness that he had been avoiding for decades finally came to his heart.

Lifting his finger slightly, he wanted to go through the mirror to enter the backyard of Lijing Mountain, but a great terror rose in his heart, and many illusions such as thunder, lightning, flames and new winds shuttled in his mind, Lu Jiangxian smiled wryly, and murmured:
"At any rate, this prison is much bigger."

　Unless it's over, Lu Jiangxian won't take the shape of Jianzi^
　
(End of this chapter)