Chapter 153 Lingshan Vision

Thousands of miles away from the green grassland, there is a magnificent mountain called Lingshan. There is a thing on the mountain that is a spiritual pearl. Legend has it that as long as she sends this pearl to her beloved, she will love you forever.

For this ancient legend, several hot-blooded young people on the grassland have gone to Lingshan to look for treasures, but the end not only returned without success, but also lost the lives of countless hot-blooded young people.

Although Zhang Yuan never believed this, he was already in a mess at this time. In order to get his sister's heart, he decided to go to Lingshan. Since separating from Yi Yun and others, he has rushed all the way to Lingshan. After two days and two nights, he has never rested.

A hundred miles away, it seems that heaven and earth are connected. Looking at it from afar, the wisps of white clouds are drifting, but they are scattered. When the wind rises, clouds like tides float and emerge in the air covering the sky and the earth. However, wherever the flowing clouds pass, there will be a phantom reflection on the ground below. Where the clouds are scattered, a green peak suddenly appeared in sight.

In the clouds all over the sky, the lonely peak felt very cold and lonely. Winter goes and spring comes, flowers bloom and fade, clouds disperse and gather. No matter what happens in the world, Qingfeng will never change.

It is like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world and does not ask about worldly things, has been living deep in the clouds and staring without words. But it is like an infatuated woman, no matter how old the world is, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, waiting for her lover here.

Looking at the green peak in the clouds, Zhang Yuan looked excited, as if he had come to the beautiful fairy face of his senior sister again. Lingshan, Lingshan, that is Lingshan. Sure enough, the name of a beautiful woman is like a fairyland! Haha, I'm coming."

After a loud laugh, Zhang Yuan flew away. From time to time, his figure passed through the deep clouds. The oncoming clouds instantly drowned him. In the depths of the flowing clouds, Zhang Yuan marched unimped like a fish in the water. His hot heart and excited feelings were also more looking forward to it as he was about to arrive at Lingshan.

At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, there is a small town called Lingshan City, which is named after Lingshan Mountain, so people all over the world call Lingshan City. Lingshan City is not very large. The whole city is about hundreds of thousands of people, but the people living here are very happy, without worries, no killing, and all live an indifferent life of fame. Everyone here is kind and happy. If an outsider comes here and has no property, he can enter any civilian's house and ask them for some food to satisfy his hunger.

Lingshan City is surrounded by thousands of large and small villages. In the quiet villages, it is like a peach garden in the world. Zhang Yuan descended from the clouds and walked down-to-earth through one village after another. In crowded places, monks generally did not like to fly, perhaps because he did not want to disturb the people.

I went all the way, but I saw that the farmland was fertile, the seedlings were very long, and the fields were rich in products. Many civilians are bending down and collecting the ripe fruits. An old farmer comes face to face with a burden and a smile. Because the path on the Yamada is relatively narrow, if they pass head-on, one of them must give way.

The old farmer saw Zhang Yuan's beautiful face and holding a long sword in his hand, so he knew that the young man in front of him must not be an ordinary person. The peasant family has always admired monks. The old farmer turned sideways and wanted to make way to Zhang Yuan. Unexpectedly, he slipped and fell into the field. Zhang Yuan was like lightning and took his hand in an instant to hold him firmly to avoid wrestling.

"Shangxian, I'm really guilty of the old farmer. I'm not to mention blocking your way. Please help me." The old farmer said flatteredly: When he spoke, his body trembled a little. I don't know whether it was the excitement of meeting immortals or fear. Not every monk is kind, and the old farmer is also afraid that Zhang Yuan will blame him.

"You don't have to say that. This path originally belongs to you. I'm just a passer-by." After saying that, Zhang Yuan took out a few jade coins for him and then walked sideways.

Another village appeared in front of it. Next to the village, a winding river was flowing. By the river, a group of seven- or eight-year-old children were chasing and fighting, and the laughter of Tongling spread all over the village from time to time. 100 meters away from the children's fun, there is a tall ancient tree. Under the leafy ancient tree, a *-year-old girl sits under the tree. Other children played happily, but she was isolated and unheard.

There are several small scars on the little girl's lovely face, which were obviously caused by being hit with her fist. Looking at the sad girl, Zhang Yuan slowly walked to her side and then squatted in front of her. Feeling someone coming towards her, the little girl raised her head and looked at Zhang Yuan with a pair of big eyes. After seeing that Zhang Yuan was a stranger, she asked, "Who are you?" Why have I never seen you?"

Putting down the spiritual sword in his hand, Zhang Yuan said with a smile, "I'm an outsider from a foreign country, so you don't know me. Little sister, why are you sad alone here instead of playing with other children?

The little girl puffed her gills, curled her little mouth, and after a few breath of silence, she said angrily, "They don't play with me. They all look down on me." Speaking of this, the little girl lowered her head again and was angry alone with her gills.

Looking at the two little braids on her head, Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and gently stroked her head and said, "Why don't they play with you? Did you offend them?"

Fee that someone stroked the braids on her head, and the little girl shook her head reluctantly. After Zhang Yuan withdrew his hand, the little girl said, "They all said that I picked it up, so everyone looked down on me. I told them that I was my parents, not picked up. They said no to me, so they beat me. Look at the wound on my face. I was beaten just now. After saying that, the little girl pointed to the scars on her face, as if she wanted to ask Zhang Yuan to make the decision for her.

Looking at his bruised scars, Zhang Yuan felt sad for a burst of sadness. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the scars on the little girl's face with true spirit. After a few breaths, the little guy's scars were all healed and recovered from the previous lovely face.

Reaching out and touching her face and feeling that the swollen scars disappeared, the little girl ran to the river happily and looked at herself in the mirror. After confirming that the scars really recovered, the little guy ran to Zhang Yuan again, took Zhang Yuan's hand and said, "Thank you, brother, thank you brother." After thanking her, she couldn't help rubbing her face, as if she was afraid that the scars would return.

Looking at the little family's look, Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, the scars will never appear again." Feeling that his mind was seen through, the little guy showed his white teeth.

"They hit you, did you cry? Why didn't you tell your parents? Zhang Yuan asked:

The little girl said, "I never cry. Crying is to make jokes for others, so I want to be strong. My parents are old. They want to support me and go to the field. They don't have time to care about these things.

"Can you take me to your house?" Zhang Yuan asked. The little guy nodded and agreed.

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