Fairy is in trouble

Chapter 5 Qinglan Peak

The speed of the flying boat slowed down. Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shitou stared at the scene of the earth in front of them opening its huge mouth and swallowing the sun with their eyes unblinking.

Xia Jing glanced at Wei Yuhe. No wonder the speed of the flying boat had been slower since the morning. It turned out to be to show this scenery.

He looked at the mountains, but he did not look at the Sun-biting Peak that Yun Yiyi and Zhao Shitou were staring at. Among the eleven peaks in total, the seven major and four small ones, the one he disliked the most was the Sun-biting Peak. He didn't like it. I don't like its name, but I don't like its appearance, and I don't like the respect for that mountain peak in Wei Yuhe's eyes.

He looked at a mountain peak that was alienated from the other ten peaks and stood alone between heaven and earth. The peak was lush and green, and the sunset hung on its waist like a crimson cloak. Clouds gathered on its mountain top, which was a plain white feather crown.

"That's Qinglan Peak, where Patriarch Qingxia practices cultivation." Wei Yuhe noticed his gaze and explained.

The sun's disk fell behind the mountains, and its light was hidden in the shadows of the mountains.

The flying boat landed on the waist of the small peak in the west.

Unlike the seven peaks, which are full of vitality, nearly half of the trees on the four short peaks have been cut down, and wooden pavilions are dotted among them.The small peak they set foot on was the one with the fewest trees.

"Tomorrow is the disciple recruitment ceremony. You guys can have a good night's rest here. Next to you is the disciple who is to be introduced. Just follow him." Wei Yuhe stood on the flying boat and looked at the three people on the ground.

Thinking of the sect reward he was about to receive and the envy of his fellow disciples, he happily stroked his beard.

Yun Yiyi felt melancholy. After her family and neighbors, this kind old man had to leave.She held Xia Jing's hand and leaned against the boy's side.

Zhao Shitou raised his head and said, "Can Elder Wei accept disciples at Xiaomei Peak?"

After three days together, he developed a good impression of the amiable and easy-going Wei Yuhe, and even fell in love with Xiaomeifeng.

"Yes." Wei Yuhe nodded happily.

He looked at Xia Jing again. Among the three fairy seedlings, Zhao Shitouren lived up to his name, a stoic stone; Yun Yiyi was like a cloud, but also like a willow clinging to the lake; Xia Jing was the lake, calm and deep.

Wei Yuhe likes that stone the most and values ​​the lake the most.More importantly, the lake seems to hide secrets related to the spiritual world.

Xia Jing didn't respond to his gaze.Yun Yiyi looked at him, then at the young man beside her, but said nothing.

"I'm leaving. See you at the ceremony tomorrow!" Wei Yuhe shook his head, and the boat flew up and disappeared into the dark night sky.

The disciple who had been waiting for a long time came over and led Xia Jing and the others not far away.

Although it is on a mountain, the road is not rugged, and is as flat as if it had been cut with a hundred-foot-long sword.

Their residence was a small courtyard house with three rooms, which happened to be three of them.

The sun's disk completely disappeared below the horizon, the last ray of glow disappeared, and the stars twinkled in the dark night.

"Tomorrow morning, there will be a flying boat to pick you up. Remember to get up before the sun rises."

The disciple dropped this sentence coldly and walked out the door. Zhao Shitou's persistence not only did not make him stop, but also made him speed up his pace.

The courtyard became quiet, and the shadow of the mountain was dark, towering behind them. The wind was cold, like the breath of the mountain, and the hoarse insect chirping was the sound of the mountain's breath.

Yun Yiyi discovered that the "fairy world" was not as warm as the spring flowers in the storytelling, and the nights on the mountains were as cold and lonely as the nights in the village.

"Why is he ignoring people?" Zhao Shitou put down his raised arm and looked at Xia Jing.

Xia Jing not only found a bamboo couch somewhere, lay on it and yawned, he glanced at the courtyard door. "That senior brother may be busy practicing." A loud voice came from behind the courtyard door.

Zhao Shitou was shocked. He didn't hear the footsteps of the person coming. The other person's martial arts was even higher than him!

He instinctively tightened his muscles and stepped back with his right foot. The next moment, he thought that this was a fairy mountain, and thought of Xia Jing's glance, and felt relieved.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and two black figures walked in.

"The person who received us is not a servant, but a disciple of Xiaochi Peak. Naturally, we are more arrogant." The leading man continued.

Another man who looked like a servant slapped his hands on the wall of the courtyard, and the surrounding area suddenly became brighter, illuminating their appearance and the faces of Xia Jing and the others.

The leading man wears a bright yellow robe, and the man holding hands wears a gray robe. The robe is simple but luxurious, and the robe is just the most ordinary robe.

Zhao Shitou was shocked again. Firstly, he was shocked by the color of the robe. The yellow color could only be used by relatives of the emperor. Secondly, he was shocked by the appearance and temperament of the young man wearing the yellow robe. He was so delicate and elegant.

The noble bright yellow complemented the young man's handsome face, and the dark night seemed to recede a little.

Zhao Shitou's direct gaze did not offend Li Jincheng, but rather made him enjoy it.Ever since he was young, countless people have marveled at his perfect appearance. Every time, he would show a humble smile, shake his head and say that he was nothing more than skin.

In fact, this skin is not "just", on the contrary, it is his pride, and it is the only thing he has ever been able to compare with his imperial brother.

Five years ago, he was diagnosed with spiritual roots. He added another victory, and it was a decisive victory.

He will become an immortal, soaring in the sky like an eagle, while his imperial brother without spiritual roots is just an earthworm, worthy only of eating some mud on the ground.

He waited for five years and finally waited until the Fuguang Sect opened its doors to accept disciples. Facing these fellow disciples who also had spiritual roots, his newfound pride quickly faded away.

Although the national master who gave him the test told him that his great-uncle who was an elder in the Fuguang Sect told him that his spiritual roots were of excellent quality, but before tomorrow's ceremony and before he could confirm that other people's spiritual roots were worse than his, he still felt that Still uneasy.

Pride comes from self-confidence in victory, whether it is spiritual power or physical victory. His self-confidence in spiritual roots is not firm enough. In the secret place of his heart that he himself does not know, he will lose the appearance that he has ignored for five years. The victory was pulled out to make up for what he was missing.

Among the classmates he has seen recently, he is still the most handsome one. When his classmates see him, they will show the same look as Zhao Shitou in front of them. This is the look of a loser.

He enjoyed this look.

He never thought that one day he would show such a look.

"Your Highness." The servant called his name softly.

He suddenly retracted his gaze from Xia Jing, jealousy flashed in his eyes, covered by a kind smile.

"Who are you?" Zhao Shitou asked doubtfully.

"How presumptuous! The person standing in front of you is my Royal Highness, the Prince of Chun Kingdom!" the gray-robed servant yelled angrily.

The superiority and inferiority had already been embedded in Zhao Shitou's mind. He turned pale with fright and fell to his knees.

Li Jincheng looked at Xia Jing and Yun Yiyi.Xia Jing had no intention of bending his knees or even getting up. He was lying on the bamboo couch with his arms as pillow, as if he was watching a monkey performing tricks.

Seeing that Xia Jing didn't care, Yun Yiyi thought of the story she heard on the flying boat, and she didn't kneel either. She looked curiously at the lit yard, wondering where the light source was.

(End of this chapter)