Nan Wang looked in the direction of the lakeside.
It was merely a simple turn, but the drunkenness in her eyes had completely disappeared. Her body exuded the fresh and clean energy of the mountains. More importantly, she had become the peak master of Qingrong in Aoyama.
The small boat moved forward through the waves without oars, creating countless splashes. Soon, it arrived at a place not far from the lakeside.
Kneeling on the ground, the doctor held a file high in his hands, not daring to raise his head.
Nan Wang reached out his hand and took the file. After skimming through it, he said to Jing Jiu, "We still have to go to Deer Mountain."
Countless thin sword strings appeared on the surface of the lake, forming a net-like object.
Nan Wang leapt up in the air and stepped on the surface of the net with his bare feet, heading toward the sky with a whoosh.
In the next moment, the Sword of the Universe shot up into the sky.
The surface of the lake rippled, and it took a while for it to calm down.
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Deer Mountain was a famous mountain in the southwest of Chaotian. Its fame came from the southern barbaric tribes. It was said that the godly temple where the southern barbaric tribes worshiped their ancestors was located on this mountain.
Two sword lights landed in the valley. Nan Wang looked at the surrounding mountains and fields, remaining silent.
She was the owner of this place, but she felt a bit unfamiliar since she hadn't been here for many years. And she felt a bit gloomy because of what had happened to Nan Qü.
Nan Qü was of course not on Deer Mountain. If the Curtain Rollers could find him, Aoyama wouldn't be on such high alert.
This was a clue that the Immortal Liu Ci asked Shui Yue Nunnery to calculate using the Heaven-Human Connection.
She waved her sleeve, and the silver bracelet on her wrist clanked against each other, giving off a crisp sound. Hundreds of wild bees flew out from the flowering trees in the mountains and fields, heading toward the distance following the sound.
Jing Jiu knew that she was informing the elders of the tribes for help.
It didn't take long before a band of black smoke suddenly appeared a few miles away.
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The sword lights broke through the dense forest. The leaves were cut in half and fell down in a rustling sound, looking like a flock of birds being killed.
There was an open space in the forest, where a simple temple was built. It was unclear which mountain god was worshiped there.
The Mountain God Temple had already been surrounded by curtains. The knots were a little messy, and it was obvious that it was done in a hurry.
Jing Jiu looked through the curtains and saw at least ten barbarians kneeling on the ground with their foreheads touching the ground. Their bodies were trembling, not out of fear, but out of excitement.
There were even more barbarians rushing over from the distant mountains. Similarly, no one dared to look into the curtains. They all lowered their heads and knelt down, appearing extremely pious.
There were a few elders who were dressed differently. Their clothes were more luxurious and they had silver necklaces on their necks. They were probably wizards or elders.
Nan Wang's expression did not change. It seemed that he was very used to this kind of treatment.
She said something indecipherable.
The southern barbarians outside the curtain kowtowed repeatedly, kissed the ground, and then retreated further away.
As Jing Jiu walked into the temple, he saw a godly statue with a hand supporting its chin and a half-lotus on its head, looking familiar. "Is this your ancestor?" he asked.
Nan Wang said, "It's me."
Jing Jiu was taken aback at first, but then felt relieved.
The biggest difference between the Cultivation practitioners and the mortals was their lifespan.
And time was a myth.
The ground of the temple had already been dug up, revealing some black things.
Judging from the freshness of the soil, it should have been dug up by the tribal elders after receiving the message from Nan Wang.
Those black things were not coal, but the dark wood.
There were many ancient trees of one thousand years buried under the divine temple of the southern barbarians, and they were called the divine trees. These divine trees had suddenly turned into the dark wood, which meant many things.
The expression on Nan Wang's face turned grave. She sat on the ground, but her breathing became even more sluggish.
She put her left foot back under her buttocks and stretched out her right leg. Her bare foot was like a white lotus, and she supported her chin with her hand, looking pensive.
If she held an alcohol jar in her hand, it would be the usual scene of a drunk beauty on the top of Qingrong Peak under the starry sky.
She didn't have an alcohol jar.
She looked like the deity statue in the temple at the moment.
Jing Jiu looked at her in Silence.
Nan Wang closed her eyes, as if she were sleeping.
All of a sudden, the silver bells on her body rang.
These small silver bells on her body wouldn't ring randomly, no matter when she was walking or riding the sword.
The silver bells vibrated faster and faster, and the crisp sounds became more frequent, passing through the curtains and resounding in the mountains and fields.
The cheers of the southern barbarians could be heard outside the temple, followed by the rough and vigorous music and singing, and then the sound of footsteps on the ground.
It was time to start dancing.
Time passed slowly. Nan Wang was still sleeping, and the silver bells were still ringing until the night fell.
The campfires were lit. The barbarians didn't feel tired, and they kept on singing and dancing. On the contrary, they became even more enthusiastic under the influence of alcohol.
Jing Jiu sensed at least thousands of energies converging in the mountain-god temple, growing thicker and thicker, on the verge of turning into joyful raindrops.
Nan Wang suddenly opened her eyes, emotionless. She pointed a finger in the air.
The seemingly simple pointing finger was actually the combination of the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak and the Godly Magic of the Southern Barbarians. She was the only one in all of Chaotian who could employ it.
Countless extremely fine threads of light gushed out of her fingertips and instantly formed a huge pattern.
The pattern was bright and dark, gradually taking shape. One could vaguely tell that it was a map of the southern continent.
The closer they were to Deer Mountain, the clearer the map was. Even a small stream or a cave could be marked on the map; but the farther they were, the blurrier the pattern became. As for the distant Icy Snow Kingdom, it was completely blank on the map.
There was a glowing spot on the map near Deer Mountain, which should be the mountain-god temple where they were at the moment.
A dark line extended from that glowing spot to the distance.
Jing Jiu knew it was his turn.
His line of sight fell on the blank area at the bottom of the map, where a glowing spot appeared.
It was the South Ocean, where the godly boat of Penglai Island had been slaughtered.
The second glowing spot had arrived at the southern shore, where all the inhabitants of the village had died mysteriously.
Soon after, more and more glowing spots appeared. They were the places that the Aoyama Sect considered suspicious in the last few days. The distribution of these glowing spots seemed to be random; but if one looked at them from a distance, they could vaguely see that they looked like a fan, forming a line from the deep end of the South Ocean to the small village on the shore, and then gradually spreading northward.
The dark line that had left the mountain-god temple had arrived at this fan-shaped area, and had gradually separated into a dozen glowing spots, lining up up and down in an orderly manner.
Yizhou was not far from this band of glowing spots.
So the West Ocean was not too far away.
Jing Jiu fell silent.
He had thought that Nan Qü would make another choice, but he didn't expect him to be so confident.
Nan Wang had sat for a whole night and consumed a great deal of his mental energy, so he felt a bit tired. "Where is it?" he asked after stretching himself.
Those glowing spots looked small on the map, but they were actually at least one hundred square miles in circumference.
As she spoke, she swayed back and forth, her silvery bell quivering slightly, and her small mouth pouting, looking like a young woman of the barbaric tribes who had been wronged.
Looking at her snow-white belly, Jing Jiu thought it would be better if she didn't drink alcohol.
Noticing his gaze, Nan Wang asked, "Do you want to …"
Jing Jiu didn't want to die, nor did he want to touch it. "Here," he said while pointing to a glowing spot on the map.
Nan Wang had forgotten what had happened earlier, asking, "Why?"
Jing Jiu said while pointing to the village by the seashore, "According to his normal traveling speed, this is the place he is most likely to arrive at."
Nan Wang thought that the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island had a profound Cultivation state, and he could travel thousands of miles freely like a fairy swordsman; what was the normal traveling speed?
Jing Jiu said, "If Nan Qü leaked a sliver of his energy, it would be detected by the Sword Formation of Aoyama. As such, he must have found a way to shield his energy temporarily, like what Emperor Xiao did. But no matter what method he used, he couldn't move; otherwise, his energy would leak out. "
Nobody in Chaotian could move at the same time while moving at the same time.
Even though Jing Jiu had learned the Underworld Fairy Sword, he could only achieve the same result.
Now that Nan Qü couldn't move, he had no choice but to ask someone else to do it. In order not to attract the attention of the Cultivation circle, he had to use the most common method to transport Nan Qü.
Who was the person who sent Nan Qü to the deep part of Chaotian? It was certainly not the Western Sea Sword School, because the Aoyama Sect had been keeping an eye on that place.
Jing Jiu didn't know who that person was, but he knew another fact. "He's in the coffin," he said.
Thinking of the dark energy he sensed when he employed the magic, Nan Wang's expression changed slightly.
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A horse-drawn carriage carrying a coffin had been heading north on the official road for the last few days.
The coffin was old, and it was obvious that it had been nurtured well.
The young woman driving the carriage was also nurtured well.
The young woman was small in stature and had a pretty face. She looked even more beautiful in the white mourning dress, which attracted the interest of many evildoers.
Yet, those evildoers had no idea that the young woman had been a true evildoer in Bulao Lin.
Nan Zheng did not dare to kill at will, but it was easy for her to get rid of these people.
More than ten days later, she drove the carriage to a vast and wild mountain. The mountain road had already come to an end, and the outline of a city could be vaguely seen in the distance outside the cliff, but it was something that happened hundreds of miles away.
Not even a trace of Spiritual Aura could be sensed in the mountains here. It was truly barren. She guessed that it should be the wild mountains around Yizhou.
This wild mountain was sparsely populated, and there were no cultivation sects. Only the Baotong Zen Temple, which was built by the Zen Sect to clean up the poisonous miasma, remained here.
Nan Zheng did not expect to see a temple in this wilderness.
It was the Mountain God Temple in the tribe that she was once very familiar with but had not seen for many years.
This place was at least thousands of miles away from Deer Mountain. Why was there a tribe temple here?
The Mountain Deity Temple was very old and small. After carrying the coffin in, there was only a very narrow space left, barely able to lie down.
When she turned to look at the black coffin, the strange feeling in her heart became even stronger.
There was no aura in the black coffin, as if the old ancestor inside was really dead.
She did not know why the old ancestor came here, nor did she know how long she had to wait here, but she did not dare to leave.
Night fell, and the wild mountains were as dark as ink. There was no sound at all, not even the howling of wild animals.
Nan Zheng was a kung fu practitioner in Bulao Lin, so she was not afraid of wild animals, but she was afraid of this kind of silence.
She found some oil under the stone statue in the Mountain God Temple and poured it into the lantern outside the temple.
The lantern was broken, but it could still be lit, and it was red.
The warm red light illuminated the ruined temple.
It looked a little festive.
And a little scary.
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