I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 135: Sword in the Clouds on Mount Qixia [Thanks to the newspaper painter for the reward]

Autumn has come again, and the forests and mountains are dyed red.

The maple leaves on Xiuba Mountain have begun to turn red, and from a distance it looks like flames are burning on the mountain.

In addition to maple trees, a mountain man planted tung trees on Xiuba Mountain in the early years. The leaves have begun to transition from green to red, which are colorful and very beautiful.

The summer in Xuantianjing passed quietly like this.

As the autumn wind blows, the big trees on the street shake off their leaves, and the leaves intertwined with golden and fiery red fly freely in the air.

Autumn is sluggish, but for those who make a living, autumn in Xuantianjing is the best season of the year. It is not cold, and the sun is not scorching. Even if you do hard labor, you can still earn an extra two pounds of labor.

But at the same time, with the chill of autumn and the approach of winter, many trades are about to come to a halt.

On July 18, Chen Zhian finally met Shen Haohao after a long absence.

"My Qixia Mountain is so beautiful in autumn. The trees on the mountain have been dyed into many colors by the autumn frost, just like your colorful paintings.

The mist in the mountains is like a sculpture by an immortal, each with its own meaning. From time to time, you can see one or two accomplished practitioners flying over on swords. No wonder there is no systematic Xuanmen on Mount Qixia, but it is known as a famous mountain in Dayu and listed as one of the 72 scenic spots. "

Shen Haohao was still wearing a bright red dress, just like a warm red peony blooming in the autumn, lighting up the slightly cold street scene around her.

In the autumn light, her red dress embroidered with golden patterns swayed in the wind, highlighting the girl's graceful figure.

The most striking thing about Shen Haohao is probably her pair of clear and bright big eyes, which are like a clear spring, and are very lively when she looks around.

At this time, she opened her big eyes and happily shared her experiences in Qixia Mountain with Chen Zhian.

"My master and I were in such a hurry to go to Qixia Mountain this time that we didn't have time to inform you. My fellow brothers and sisters all said that you asked people to send letters to me several times, which was really thoughtful of you."

Shen Haohao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a row of neat white teeth: "Qixia Mountain is a place of great natural beauty. God has blessed us with a long sword that fell from the clouds and pierced into Luoyun Peak."

"It is precisely because of this mysterious sword that Hermit Qixia and Sister Xiyue did not come to Xuantianjing to participate in the Zuochao Festival.

The Qixia Mountain Master is a true master who does not want to monopolize this precious sword, so he invited many accomplished practitioners to go to Qixia Mountain first to see if they can tame this spiritual sword. "

"My master and I went to Mount Qixia for this reason, and Guipo Zhenren from Mingyue Terrace also came with your cousin Li Qingran.

It’s a pity that neither my master nor that Ghost Soul Master was able to tame that famous sword, so it was a wasted trip.”

Chen Zhian and Shen Haohao were walking together on the street, each holding a string of candied haws in their hands.

"It would be better to see the beauty of Mount Qixia than to stay in Xuantianjing." Chen Zhian said with a smile, "Miss Xu once told me that there are two dragons on Mount Qixia, one guarding the mountain, and the other seems to be a weapon in the hands of a senior brother. Have you seen these two dragons?"

"I haven't seen one." Shen Haohao shook his head, feeling a little regretful. "I have never seen a real dragon. I thought I could see what a dragon looks like when I went to Qixia Mountain this time. However, Qixia Mountain is shrouded in mist and clouds, so I can't see it if I'm a little further away. I don't know where the two real dragons are hiding."

"Have you met Miss Xu?" As an old friend of the Su Nan Mansion, Chen Zhian actually missed Xu Xiyue a little.

Originally, I thought they would be able to meet during the Zuochao Festival, but I never expected that there would be this episode of the falling sword from the sky, and the Qixia Mountain Master did not bring Xu Xiyue to Xuantianjing.

"I haven't seen it either." Shen Haohao licked a piece of candied haws and sighed, "Sister Xiyue said she went to Longtan to look for a treasure. I don't want to ask more... But Longtan is quite dangerous. I just hope Sister Xiyue is safe."

Dragon Pond...

Chen Zhian had never heard of this place and was about to ask about it.

Shen Haohao suddenly stopped, looked around, and shook her head with some disinterest: "There's actually nothing delicious in Xuantianjing."

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows.

Shen Haohao suddenly showed a flattering smile on her face: "Chen Zhian, today is my birthday."

Chen Zhian's brows relaxed, he thought for a moment and nodded, "What do you want to eat?"

……

Since coming to Xuantianjing, Chen Zhian has never cooked again.

Only today, July 18th, Chen Zhian picked many vegetables and spices from Kunlun Lake.

These common vegetables and common spices have been grown in Kunlun Lake for several months and have already become fragrant.

Chen Zhian's cooking skills are actually mediocre. The reason why he can make delicious dishes is all thanks to these vegetables and spices.

But these vegetables and spices that have been baptized by Kunlun's spiritual energy are probably only available in Chen Zhian's place in the world.

I'm afraid those alchemists would not spend the effort to cultivate these common vegetable spices.

Chen Zhian went into the kitchen again and made some dumplings for Shen Haohao, and also fried a plate of lamb and a plate of chicken.

Just like the time in Sunan Prefecture.

Even though the dish was so humble, Shen Hao ate it with gusto. His big eyes curved into two crescents and his fair face was full of smiles.

"Are you done eating?" Chen Zhian looked at Shen Haohao who had finished two plates of dumplings and had to make another one for her.

The moon is rounder in autumn.

Shen Haohao was eating, and his expression suddenly became a little lonely: "Last time I told you that I was the person who knew you best in Xuantianjing, but when it came to the sitting court festival, I found that you were really too mysterious.

I thought you were a genius in cultivation, but in fact you are a demon in cultivation... or... Chen Zhian, were you lying to me before? When I gave you those two secret books, you were already in the realm of divine essence. "

“I have practiced for many years before I have reached the perfection of divine essence. I am afraid it will take another two or three months to enter the realm of unpolished jade.

But you, it seems like you were born in the clouds, you only need to eat air and clouds to improve your cultivation, and in just a few months, you have been able to defeat Si Hougui. "

Chen Zhian grinned and said to Shen Haohao solemnly: "I am a genius. Maybe in a few months, you will find that I have entered the innate realm."

"In the Xiantian realm, one has to build a fetal uterus and slowly refine the Xiantian Qi. How can it be that easy... But if it is you, it is not surprising."

When Shen Haohao said this, he suddenly looked down at the two dishes on the stone table, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"I'm the only one in Xuantianjing who has eaten the food you cooked, right?"

Chen Zhian nodded.

Shen Haohao suddenly became happy. She looked up at the bright moon in the sky, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

Chen Zhian also looked up at the moon. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the moon in the sky became rounder.

They are not the only two people looking at the moon tonight.

Princess Linglong of Yufu Palace, looked up at the bright moon in the sky and was reminded of when the bright moon would appear, so she raised her wine glass to ask the sky.

Then she thought of Chen Zhian, and the words Chen Zhian wrote for her: I and myself, after dealing with each other for a long time, I would rather be myself.

She still remembered when Chen Zhian wrote this sentence. He was so close to her that she could even smell the ink in his hands and feel his breath.

She lay lazily on the chaise longue, a gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing lightly wrapped around her delicate body, revealing her snow-white skin faintly, emitting an alluring luster under the light and shadow.

The slender legs are faintly visible under the gauze skirt, like the finest mutton-fat jade.

Do not know why.

Princess Linglong is quite sentimental tonight.

"When others see the gradually rounding moon in the sky, they should think of their loved ones, but I can only think of others."

Princess Linglong shook her head. Who could she think of when she saw Mingyue?

Do you want to think about that disgusting husband?

Even under such a bright moon, I think he is still doing the work of torturing and killing pedophiles...

When Princess Linglong thought of this, disgust clearly revealed on her face, followed by a bit of powerlessness.

As a daughter of the royal family, even if she knew these things earlier, could she still not get married?
What kind of affection can there be between the royal father and daughter? Except for the time when music was played in Wangxing Palace, Princess Linglong has not seen Emperor Zhaofu for nearly two years.

So she smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at the painting in her hand. That painting turned out to be the portrait that Chen Zhian had painted for her during the court ceremony.

Princess Linglong did not burn the painting, but kept it secretly.

"What is this painter...doing?" Princess Linglong suddenly had this question in her mind, and then her curiosity became uncontrollable like a burning grassland.

"Yuxunu." Princess Linglong spoke softly.

A female official in her thirties walked out from the back hall and saluted Princess Linglong.

"Go to Fusang Street and see what that... painter Chen is doing." Princess Linglong asked.

The female official looked up in surprise.

But Princess Linglong was looking down at the portrait, her eyes not meeting hers.

So she stood up and was about to leave Yu Fu Palace.

Princess Linglong hesitated and spoke again: "Forget it... Don't use your magical powers to find out. Just go and ask the gatekeeper to see if he is in the courtyard."

About a quarter of an hour later, the female official came back.

"Is there a woman in the courtyard?" Princess Linglong suddenly sat up and frowned.

But then she seemed to realize something, and there was suddenly some self-mockery on her face.

"What on earth am I doing?"

"What happened to Painter Chen has nothing to do with me. Even if I am angry, what should I be angry about?"

She lay down slowly, looking around at the vast Yufu Palace, and suddenly felt much more bored.

"Mother said she would come to pick me up, but I don't know when she will come."

Princess Linglong thought so in her heart.

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In the autumn season, Jiang Taiping also had two pieces of good news.

The first one is that with the help of the Divine-Resisting Pill, Jiang Taiping finally opened up his innate fetal palace. The Inspectorate bestowed upon him innate Qi, and he finally led the Qi into his body. He was already a strong man in the semi-innate realm.

Just by digesting the innate energy, the branding magic power can completely step into the innate realm.

The second piece of news was that Zheng Xuanze, who was mentioned by Lu Shengxuan, was riding a horse from one of the five northern states. He was now outside the North Pole city gate and was about to enter the city.

Chen Zhian stood up and headed towards the north city.

He was eager to see what kind of person this Zheng Xuanze was and whether he had a chance to defeat Lu Shengxuan so that General Yun Ting would not have to lose his head.

More than ten days have passed since the death of Lin Hu and the woman.

Chen Zhian seemed to no longer mention this matter, but he always kept it in his heart...

Some people died right in front of him, at the hands of those vile characters.

Today, he still has no power in his hands. Although his cultivation can be considered advanced, he dare not call himself invincible, and he is unable to resolve the obsession in his heart for the time being.

But he didn't forget.

And he tried hard to climb, just for the sake of feeling better.

If we forget about this, how can we feel happy?

It was drizzling today, and Chen Zhian held up an oil-paper umbrella.

With his level of cultivation, even a torrential rain could hardly get close to him, but if he used his true energy to avoid the rain in Xuantianjing, he would always attract many people's attention.

In addition, more and more people have come to visit Chen Zhian in recent days.

There were even students who came from thousands of miles away to Xuantianjing, and would come to Fusang Street to seek an audience on the second or third day.

After all, in the eyes of these students, Chen Sijia was famous for his poetry, but he was just a painter in the Imperial Household Department and only an eighth-rank official.

If you could meet him once and ask him for a few lines of poetry, you would immediately become famous in Xuantianjing.

But... Chen Zhian never met other people. Even when invited by dignitaries, he politely declined on the grounds that he was painting.

Chen Zhian did not want to rush to those places of fame and fortune.

He was busy practicing, developing supernatural powers, mastering the art of swordsmanship and sabering, so as to fulfill the obsessions in his heart as soon as possible.

For example, mother.

For example, the revenge of the Lin family’s father and daughter.

There are actually many advantages to being so isolated.

At least not many people in Xuantianjing have seen Chen Zhian, so he doesn't attract attention wherever he goes.

Facing the slanting wind and drizzle, Chen Zhian sat under a wine tent, ordered a pot of wine, and looked towards the city gate from time to time.

After waiting for a cup of tea, Zheng Xuanze still hadn't entered the city.

Chen Zhian saw a sedan chair slowly coming and stopping in the distance.

Chu Xiubai in the sedan chair lifted the curtain and looked towards the city gate with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Chen Zhian drank a glass of wine calmly.

After entering the innate realm, he used his innate true energy to circulate the Changri Anyin Sutra, and his skills in concealing his energy and holding his breath became more and more advanced.

He sat there, and if no one was looking at him, even a congenital person like Chu Xiubai would not be able to notice him at all.

"Is Chu Xiubai also here to welcome Zheng Xuanze?"

Chen Zhian suddenly remembered that Chu Xiubai had also served as a general on the border before, and had even committed murders to gain credit, which had prevented Yu Li Ke from assassinating him several times.

"In that case, this Chu Xiubai should be a fellow soldier of Zheng Xuanze."

When Chen Zhian thought about this, he suddenly realized something.

He held down his umbrella and looked up at the restaurant on the side of the city gate.

In the pavilion, Xie You from the Xie family and Wei Lingyu from the Wei family were sitting with a young man in fancy clothes, drinking tea and wine, but their eyes would occasionally fall on the city gate.

Chen Zhian drank another glass of wine, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Chen Zhian had seen this gentleman in fancy clothes before.

It was the person who guarded the sedan chair with Lu Shengxuan.

He was the young master of the Lu family who had practiced evil skills and was clearly detected by the Guanghan Tower in Baiyujing.

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The first leader of this book has been born. Thanks to brother [Newspaper Painter] for the reward for becoming the leader. The author would like to express his gratitude.

Not only thank you, but also extra chapters. The leader will add three more chapters, each chapter has 4,000 words, which is equivalent to six chapters of other authors.

It’s just that the author has been updating 12,000 words every day since the book was put on the shelves, and adding more every day. This is already the limit. The author, who writes at a speed of 1,500 words per hour, basically needs to sit in front of the computer for twelve or thirteen hours to type out three chapters of 12,000 words. It is basically impossible to write more, and he may die suddenly.

Therefore, the author plans to add more chapters for this alliance leader when there are no more monthly votes. Please forgive me, alliance leader.

(End of this chapter)