Covering the sky: Starting from the Golden Crow of the Holy Cliff

Chapter 7 Lost tomorrow
"Mammy, I don't want to go."

Stories came from the elegant pavilion. Pearl curtains floated, reflecting the sparkling lake light. The golden sun set in the west, and the bright red sunset covered the roofs of the surrounding palaces, the ice-blue walls, doors and windows, making the figures in the palace even brighter and brighter, like a sculpture. Even the black hair was covered with a layer of divine light, surrounded by the red glow.

Just a back view embodies what "beauty" is and what gentle, peaceful and harmonious is!

"Haven't you started preparing yet?"

A woman poked her head out from behind the curtain and shook her head when she saw that the man had not changed into formal clothes.

She took off her shoes and walked in wearing only her snow-white cotton socks. She tilted her head, looked at the woman in front of her, and said, "The elder of Yaoguang Sect is here in person. I really can't refuse..."

After a moment of silence, seeing that the people in the attic were silent, the woman's voice rang out again, with a sigh: "If it really doesn't work, just say you're sick. But that will only bring disgrace to the Yaoguang Holy Land in the future, which is not a good thing in the end."

The woman came quickly and left quickly. Before leaving, he hesitated and asked the woman to think more positively.

At this time, the sun was setting and the light in the hall was dim. A slender, snow-white hand took out a bamboo flute, and there was an almost imperceptible sound.

"Although I was born in a dirty way, I still want to see the most stunning things in the world..." The girl murmured to herself, with a deep obsession in her eyes.

She wants to find a creature with the potential to be an emperor and famous enough to be known throughout the realms!

I will wait for him!
And that person's path will never stop at today's Beidou...

The bright day slipped away, the dark night came, and from the empty courtyard came a melody of Hujia, fluttering and carrying an inexplicable emotion.
There is longing, hesitation, and sadness, and the melody spreads and travels far away.

The woman in the hall, her soft, thick hair dancing in the night breeze, reached out her slender, scallion-like hands to support the table. Her almond-shaped eyes were already red, stained with tears as thin as mist, and her cheeks were a faint pink, as bright as crimson jade. Though clearly melancholic about the passing of autumn, she exuded a captivating charm.

The world is as thin as gauze!
Those trapped within the walls, shackled by their origins, don't know when they'll be able to break free...

In another high pavilion, all the wise men, young and old, gathered together. There was not a single ordinary person participating in the gathering. They were elders of the holy land, powerful people of the sect, direct disciples of the ancient family, and princes of Zhongzhou.

There have always been people who bring their younger generations to visit, present visiting cards, and introduce their own younger generation to make a name for themselves.

Among them, several are quite famous, such as Yao Yuekong, the heir of Tianyao Palace, and Ji Biyue, the direct disciple of the ancient Ji family.

Yan Ming sat facing south, side by side with Lao Bushi. A special field spread out, making the space around the two of them seem to solidify. This was the natural reaction of a great master in the circulation of the Qi, which amazed all the cultivators.

If it was speculation before, it is now certain!
"A king of the way of slaying! He shows no signs of decline and is in the prime of youth. His bone age is definitely not old and he doesn't have the aura of the older generation." Someone spoke, feeling envious and ashamed at the same time, looking at his head full of white hair with mixed feelings.

"It's really surprising that such a great man as Brother Dao has not been well-known before!" As the host, an elder of Yaoguang wanted to ask about his true origins in a roundabout way.

"Does one have to be famous to be considered a hero?" A crisp voice sounded. It was from a young person, about fifteen or sixteen years old, but tall and extremely sexy, with delicate and white skin, and a green dress with a strong breath of life.

“Some people hide in the mountains and live in caves away from the world, but the truth they understand is comparable to that of the predecessors. Although the Eastern Wilderness is vast, how many people can reach their level?” The woman smiled, her jade teeth slightly exposed, and her smile was like a peony.

Seeing the host looking at her, she bowed again: "Ji Biyue from the Ji family, greetings to the master!" After the salute, she drank a bottle of wine.

The old woman from the Ji family beside her spoke out to stop her, and then looked at the old man Yaoguang, saying that it was the young man who was ignorant and hoped that he would forgive him.

This is the eye-catching duo!
Yan Ming glanced at him, his face as calm as a lake. He was always calm, as if nothing could make him emotional.

He saw through the tricks of the younger generation very clearly. They all wanted to use the big figures to become famous and fight for status within the Ji family... During this period, the competition among the younger generation of the Ji family was very fierce.

However. "What does it have to do with me?" Yan Ming pursed his lips slightly.

His plan is not within the Ji family. A royal son will be born into the clan, and with the Great Sage protecting the way, no amount of conspiracies or tricks will be of any use.

As time went by, he and the old man talked about some ancient stories, and they confirmed each other's opinions.

On the jade table, a blue jade pot was emitting curling smoke and shimmering with luster, carrying the most famous tea in the world, the Enlightenment Tea.

Through the crystal clear wall of the pot, you can see three leaves dancing in the spring water, magical and extraordinary, each with a different shape. Each one comes from the ancestral root of tea ceremony in the forbidden area of ​​​​Immortal Mountain - the ancient tea tree of Wudao.

This is a masterpiece of God, the natural Tao diagram of the Wudao Divine Tea. Each piece has a different law, representing a certain unchanging truth between heaven and earth!

One of them is shaped like a small tripod, with three legs and two ears, a flowing luster, and Taoist patterns interwoven on it.

Another piece of green cloud flickered, like a jade plate floating up and down, emitting bursts of fairy patterns, and wisps of divine light formed the shape of this leaf.

The third piece is a Suanni, surrounded by purple thunder, crystal clear, with wisps of black light lingering around it. It involves two different laws of the great way. It is a powerful race in the past that was branded by heaven and earth and manifested on the ancestral tree of enlightenment.

With two great monks present, it was reasonable for Yaoguang Stone Workshop to take out this item.

Lian Yanming also watched it secretly and had a great demand for this thing.

The only pity is that it is not the tea in the shape of Golden Crow, otherwise the effect would definitely be better.

Yan Ming was speechless, feeling that he was a little greedy.

Having obtained Long, we now look forward to Shu!
Yan Ming recalled carefully and felt that the Golden Crow-shaped Enlightenment Leaf was not impossible to find.

The Emperor's son has a tea plant called Enlightenment Tea, which is covered with three thousand Enlightenment leaves, each one is different. They are produced by a great reincarnation of the Enlightenment Immortal Tree, which encompasses the three thousand great ways, and the Golden Crow leaf must be among them.

As he was thinking, the tea entered his mouth and was instantly wrapped in the true fire of the sun, being perfectly preserved.

At this moment, Yan Ming was just a divine feather, so drinking it was useless...

After an hour of chaos, Yan Ming interpreted some of the mysteries of the fire element and created a Taoist diagram as a reward for Yaoguang's offering of the enlightenment tea.

For some reason, he never got to watch the show he was looking forward to, which made him quite confused.

That's where Yaoguang's people went...

"Forget it. A real man should chase the world with a red-faced skeleton."

Yan Ming shook his head, not being particularly tempted. Ensuring the safe passage of the two immortal herbs out of the city was the most important thing. Staying an hour for the Enlightenment Tea was already an exception.

As for Miao Yu'an, her lower body had not yet developed flesh and blood, and she was quite pure and had few desires. She wanted to see An Miaoyi's beauty on a whim, and she calmed down again when the energy dissipated.

Having made up his mind, Yan Ming acted decisively and said goodbye to the old man directly after his sermon.

After a brief farewell, Yan Ming took a step forward. Rainbow light streamed down like a waterfall, and nine Dao patterns in the void transformed into stairs, which then overlapped. When he looked again, the Taoist had already disappeared into the vast night sky. That night, the air was thick with darkness, as if it was about to swallow everything...

(End of this chapter)