"Ah, it's quite comfortable …"
Lu Chen let out a sigh of admiration and closed his eyes. At this moment, he was in Old Ma's Black Hill Pavilion in Kunwu City. There was not a soul in the shop, but there was now a bamboo recliner. He was lying on the recliner, and his head naturally swayed forward, making creaking sounds.
Sitting next to him, Old Ma was very proud and said with a smile, "Of course! This chair was made by Ming Ji, the shop with the best bamboo rattan craftsmanship in the city. I spent a lot of money to buy it. Lying on this bamboo chair, I feel like I'm floating in the air or floating on the surface of water. It's really comfortable … "
"Spent a lot of money?"
"Of course."
Lu Chen opened his eyes, looked at Old Ma, and said sternly, "You always say that you're going to die of poverty, but you still have money to buy this kind of extravagant thing. It's obvious that you're lying."
Old Ma sneered and said, "Is a reclining chair made of bamboo an extravagant thing?"
"Cut the crap. I'm going to die of poverty recently, so I brought some spirit stones to help me out."
Old Ma spread his hands and said, "I don't have any. I bought this chair with the rest of my money!"
Lu Chen cast a sidelong glance at Old Ma and said with disdain, "Shameless."
Old Ma shook his head and said, "How much is a kilogram of face worth? How many spirit stones? "
"The morals of the world are degenerating day by day!" Lu Chen closed his eyes and said with emotion.
Old Ma clicked his tongue and said, "Are you short of money recently?"
Lu Chen said, "Didn't I tell you? That girl, Yi Xin, is helping me with the spiritual power cultivation. I can't just let her do it alone. I'm thinking whether I should give her some spirit stones or not."
Old Ma thought for a moment and said with some doubt, "You helped her a lot before, and with Yi Xin's temperament, will she accept your money?"
Lu Chen said, "I don't think so."
Old Ma's face darkened, and he said angrily, "If you don't know how to accept it, then why are you asking me for Spiritual Stones?"
Lu Chen sneered and said, "I said you're stupid and you don't want to admit it. Do you understand the ways of the world? Whether she accepts it or not is her business. Whether I give it to her or not is another matter. "
Old Ma frowned and thought for a while. He murmured, "Now that you mention it, it seems to make sense. But why do I always feel that you want to make money from me?"
"Despicable!" Lu Chen sat up and pointed at Old Ma. He said sternly, "Despicable!"
Old Ma was speechless.
…
"I've secretly inquired about the cultivation of Spiritual Power. It's true." Old Ma chased Lu Chen down from the bamboo lounge chair and then threw his fat body onto the chair. Suddenly, there was a loud squeaking sound, and then the chair swayed back and forth, making him squint his eyes in comfort. At the same time, he said, "Although this job is still a handyman, it can be regarded as one of the best jobs among the handyman disciples. Indeed, there are many people who would break their heads to get involved in it."
Speaking up to this point, he stretched out a fat finger and shook it at Lu Chen. "In my opinion, a useless person like you with no identity, no status, and no background will not be able to compete with others. I'm afraid you're going to let down the Yi family's Little Miss."
Lu Chen walked to the door and leaned against it. He turned back and smiled. "I'll give it a try. Anyway, I won't lose anything. What if I really get selected?"
Old Ma sighed and said, "Do you really want to go?"
Lu Chen did not answer his question. He only said slowly, "The cultivation of Spiritual Power is for the most outstanding disciples in the sect to cultivate spiritual materials. It will be useful to get in touch with the outstanding young disciples of the Kunlun Party."
Old Ma closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. He said, "Okay, I'll think of a way."
Lu Chen looked at him and said, "Damn baldy. If he was in the Kunlun Mountains, these things would be so easy to handle. Why would he stay in the Immortal City all day?"
Old Ma suddenly smiled bitterly. "There's something going on there."
"What's wrong?"
Old Ma was silent for a moment. His voice suddenly became much lower. He said, "Last month, just the news from Fuyunji said that seven more shadows had died."
Lu Chen's expression did not change. However, deep in his eyes, his pupils seemed to contract slightly. He slowly turned his head and looked at the small alley outside the door. He saw that on the quiet stone road, the gray brick walls were mottled everywhere, and in some of the cracks and on the top of the wall, there were still clumps of green weeds growing tenaciously, adding a bit of life to this lonely and cold alley.
A breeze blew. The weeds in the secluded and dark places swayed their stems and leaves. His clothes also swayed slightly with the wind.
The wind was a little cold.
After a while, he said softly, "Is it just the number reported by Fuyunji?"
Old Ma nodded. "Yes. It's just that Fuyunji reported the number themselves. No one knows how many there are in private."
"What are Fuyunji and the others afraid of?"
"They're afraid of gossip, they're afraid of mockery, and they're afraid of the pressure from the undercurrents in the Immortal Alliance."
Lu Chen snorted. "That damn baldy is one of the six True Monarchs of the Immortal Alliance. His status is extremely high. As long as he supports Xue Ying, I don't believe that anyone would dare to touch Fuyunji."
Old Ma smiled helplessly. "Ordinary people naturally can't do it. But if the other five True Monarchs say it, then it's different."
Lu Chen's expression suddenly changed. His originally calm expression finally changed. "Who is it?"
…
The Kunlun mountain range was majestic and undulating. In the deepest part of the mountain range, there was a vast area that was covered in thick fog all year round. It was almost connected to the white clouds in the sky. Even if there was a strong wind, it could not blow away the fog. Between the clouds in the sky, there were four huge mountain peaks floating in the void. They were the most famous and illustrious peaks of the Kunlun Party, the four peaks of the Sky Vault and Clouds.
These four peaks were thousands of feet away from each other. Separated by the clouds and fog, one could only vaguely see the shadows of the other peaks. It was as ethereal as a fairyland, as if it was the place of the celestials in the human world. The four peaks had been passed down since ancient times. Although they were all on the same mountain range, they each had their own strange phenomena. They coincided with the cycle of heaven and earth and the four seasons. Hence, they were named according to spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
The spring peak was full of vitality. The summer peak was scorching hot as if it was in a fire. The autumn peak was cold and lonely with a murderous aura. The winter peak was a world of ice and snow. Everything was desolate.
The four peaks in such a close distance actually had such a magical phenomenon. It could be said to be a miracle of creation. In the Kunlun Party, the four peaks of the Sky Vault and Clouds had always been an important place in the sect. Historically, only the most important people in the sect could step on them. Ordinary disciples did not even have the right to go near them.
On this day, the winter peak that was suspended high in the sky was still the same as before. It was a world of ice and snow. The white snow covered the sky, and the whole peak was pure white. The strange thing was that the other peaks not far from this peak, including the peaks of the Kunlun mountain range below it, were still full of green. It could also be considered a kind of wonder.
The strong wind was fierce, blowing like a knife. The cold air seemed to be able to penetrate through the flesh and directly into the bones. It made people want to shiver uncontrollably. On the winter peak, there was a figure standing on the edge of a cliff formed by solidified ice. It was an extremely beautiful little girl of about ten years old. It was White Lotus.
At this moment, her face was cold. She was wearing a cloak. When the cold wind blew, her beautiful hair fluttered along with her clothes. She really had a kind of ethereal fairy's aura. However, she did not have the slightest bit of the fierce appearance she had when she was fighting with Lu Chen. Not to mention the strange situation where her hands were stained with blood. It was as if she was another person who had nothing to do with her.
Or perhaps, no one knew which was the true face of this young girl.
Her face looked a little pale. It was unknown whether it was because of the unusually cold temperature and the strong wind on the winter peak, or because she was not feeling well. However, standing at the top of the winter peak and looking down, there was a feeling that the vast Kunlun was under one's feet. The world seemed a lot smaller. Even the clouds in the sky, how could they not be under one's feet?
The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, shattering the falling snow and ice on the ground. A figure appeared behind White Lotus. It was an old man.
If Lu Chen was here, he would have recognized this person. It was Zhuo Xian, who he had seen at the mountain gate of Kunlun, who had led White Lotus up the mountain. He was also the second disciple of the legendary Hakushin Jinkun. At the same time, he was also an extremely powerful member of the Kunlun Party, Jin Dan Friar.
Zhuo Xian walked to the back of White Lotus. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, sweeping across the seemingly delicate girl in front of him. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of complicated emotions flashing across.
White Lotus turned around and saw Zhuo Xian. For some reason, there was still no smile on her face. It was as if she had always had that kind of cold temperament since she was young. She lowered her head and bowed to Zhuo Xian, saying, "Second Brother."
Zhuo Xian nodded, then said calmly, "The strong wind here is cold. Your cultivation has not been completed, so it is not advisable for you to stay here for long. Otherwise, it will easily damage your foundation. Follow me back."
White Lotus lowered her eyes and said, "Yes."
Zhuo Xian led her and turned to walk. Along the way, they saw that the ice prism was strange and abrupt, crystal clear. It was as if they were in a magical and magnificent crystal-like world. The two of them walked through this magical snowy peak that floated in the sky. There was only the never-ending whistling of the cold wind in their ears.
"Brother." White Lotus suddenly opened her mouth and called out.
Zhuo Xian said, "What?"
White Lotus said, "This time, when will Master wake up?"
Zhuo Xian's footsteps paused for a moment, then he looked up and saw that at a place thousands of feet above them, at the peak of Winter Peak, endless wind and snow surged wildly, completely wrapping that lonely peak into an indescribably huge snowy fortress, as if it was far away from the human world.
"I don't know." Zhuo Xian said calmly.
"Hmm …"
"What is it, is there something?"
White Lotus' hand that was wrapped in the cloak moved a little, gently holding the emerald green pendant on her chest. The warm feeling was as usual. Even in this harsh world of ice and snow, she seemed to be able to feel a sense of vitality and warmth from the emerald green branch.
But … it still felt like something was not quite right.
White Lotus was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Nothing, just asking."
Zhuo Xian looked at her, made a sound of "hmm", then continued to walk forward. The wind and snow swept past behind them, rolling up thousands of snowflakes, painting the white peak with a layer of blurriness.
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