004 Misty Summer Mausoleum

The peak of "Fengqi Mountain" is high into the clouds, and the mountains are full of green waves, like a dragon swallowing clouds and fog. When it wants to fly to the sky, it is like a long sword that splits heaven and earth, and wants to pierce into the sky. When the sun rises in the east, there are thousands of colorful lights between the sea of fog and clouds. Looking up, it is like the divine light of the Yao Palace, and Zhu Xia's purple gas are the wonders of the world. Looking down, it is a vast sea of clouds, changing.

This "Fengqi Mountain" seems to be so close to the fairyland of Yao Palace. The vast sea of clouds is not this 100,000-foot red dust.

Nangongxia stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the vast sea of clouds on the mountainside. He only felt that the world was vast, and all sentient beings were small. His existence had become meaningless. At this time, his body seemed to be much lighter, and it seemed that he was going back with the wind. At this time, Nangong Xia's mood was blank, and his feet were also stepping to the cliff.

"Stay calm." A crisp sound came from the distant sky and seemed to come from the ear. Although the voice was extremely light, it was undoubtedly a blow to Nangong Xia. Nangong Xia came to her senses and found that she was on the edge of the cliff. If she took another step forward, she would fall into the bottomless abyss at the foot of the mountain.

"I'm sorry, I..." Nangong Xia said, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Ji.

"There is a magic array guard in this mountain. Follow me and don't walk around." Qin Ji said, and after saying that, she waved her bare hand gently, and a golden blue light flew towards Nangong Xia. Nangong Xia only felt a chill in her eyebrows, and her mind was also clear.

Nangong Xia walked forward with Qinji. Not far away, he saw a temple standing on a huge stone at the top of the mountain. The temple was called "Galan Temple". Nangong Xia looked and saw that the temple was slightly dilapidated, and the vermilion of the temple gate was mostly peeled off, and the incense should not be strong. Nangong Xia secretly sighed that the temple was built here, and why did a good man and woman worship? It was strange not to decline.

"It's here. Let's go in." After saying that, she pushed open the gate of the temple and walked slowly to the temple. Nangong Xia looked around and followed.

"I don't know the donor is here, but there is something wrong." A boy sweeping the floor came to ask when he saw guests coming. He saw that the boy looked beautiful, but his clothes were washed white, and there were also several patches on his knees and elbows.

"How are the remnants of Zhuxia?" Qin Ji stopped and said. She looked around and then at Nangong Xia behind her, but her eyes were a little unbearable.

Nangongxia was watching the temple and did not notice Qinji's eyes. Moreover, Qinji was very well-restrained. Except for her often lost mindlessness and loss, other expressions would not appear on her face. Moreover, even if she did, she was not a teenager Nangongxia could understand.

"That's the case, senior, please." The boy put his hands together and saluted, and then walked in front of them to lead the way. When the boy heard Qin Ji talking like this, his words were also much more respectful, and the title was changed by the donor to his predecessor.

Qinji and Nangong Xia followed the boy through the moon gate on their left hand and entered the one side of the hall. There are no furnishings in this side hall, only three walls painted with large murals. Although the color of the murals is slightly dull, the form is extremely realistic, but the content of the painting makes Nangong Xia feel a little desolate and tragic.

"Please watch it slowly and leave in the Ming and Qing Dynasties." The boy said, and then stepped back out of the door.

Qin Ji didn't say much. Before she walked to the mural, she stroked the mural with her bare hands. Her eyes were deep and slightly blurred, and her face was also declining, but she didn't know what to think. Nangong Xia also walked to the wall and carefully observed the murals here.

When Nangong Xia looked at this painting, he only felt in a trance. I don't know when he seemed to have come to an ancient battlefield. At this time, the war drums seemed to have already dissipated, but there was still a haze above the sky. Occasionally, several sunshine came out of the fog, scattered on this ancient ruins, adding a little depression. So and chill. Nangong Xia looked at it, but it was full of dead bones and broken weapons. Nangong Xia walked forward slowly, but he didn't know where he could go.

"Okay, we're leaving." Qin Ji said that she stopped looking at the mural, but turned her head to the sky outside the door.

Nangong Xia came to his senses and whispered, "Okay." As for where to go, he didn't ask.

Qin Ji turned to look at him, then turned around and closed her eyes. She pulled up Nangong Xia with her left hand and pinched a strange fingerprint in her right hand. She raised her right hand. Nangong Xia felt that her vision began to blur and soon could not see anything, so he had to close his eyes.

A light flashed, and then returned to plainness.

"We're here." Qin Ji's faint voice came to her ear, and she took Nangong Xia's hand and let go.

When Nangong Xia opened his eyes, he saw that he was already in a valley, with lush flowers and plants and beautiful butterflies dancing. Nangongxia looked at Qinji and saw her standing quietly at the mouth of the valley. Her eyes were a little blurred, and she didn't know what kind of sad thing she thought of.

"This girl, please go this way." A teenager came to the two and said to Qin Ji. At the same time, the teenager looked at Qin Ji and Nangong Xia behind her with the corners of his eyes, but there was a little doubt on his face, but he was just a low-level disciple, but he could not ask about these things.

Qin Ji nodded slightly to the teenager, and then turned to Nangong Xia and said, "Let's go."

"Hmm." Nangong Xia hummed and then followed Qin Ji forward.

Under the leadership of the young disciple, Qin Ji and Nangong Xia walked all the way to a big house.

"The visitor has been brought, please send it to me." The teenager who led the way said to the disciple in front of the door.

"Please wait a moment between this girl and this prince, and the disciple will go to pass it on." The disciple of the gatekeeper said, and then went to the courtyard.

For the time being, Nangong Xia looked around and saw a mountain surrounded by a valley in the center. The valley was flat, and more flowers and trees were planted around it.

The two are located at the door of a big house. Although the house is called "Kunshan Courtyard". Although the house is large, the decoration is extremely simple. The wood is mostly white. There is no more decoration. Nangong Xia's heart is slightly strange, but when he wants to continue to think about it, someone in the courtyard has welcomed him.

"Miss Qin is well. I don't know that Miss Qin is visiting. Please forgive me." A middle-aged scribe hurried out and said to Qin Ji.

Nangxia looked at the middle-aged scribe and saw that he was smiling and leisurely, but he was a little dusty. He must be a very powerful person.

"How are you, Master Jiang Meng?" Qin Ji said, and then looked at Nangong Xia behind her, so she didn't say much.

"Girl Qin, please elaborate." The middle-aged scribe said, and then walked to the right and walked to the courtyard with Qin Ji.

On a hall, the middle-aged scribe sat first, Qin Ji sat on the lower left, and Nangong Xia sat on Qin Ji's side. Behind the middle-aged scribe, there were two middle-aged men, both of whom looked at their nose and nose, sat quietly behind the middle-aged scribe and did not say a word.

Nangong Xia took a brief look and saw a large mural behind the middle-aged scribe, but the content of the painting was similar to what he had just seen in the "Galan Temple". They were all ancient battlefields. However, in the upper right here, there are four ancient seal characters "Zhuxia Weiyang". Although the ancient seal is rarely used again, Nangong Xia can barely recognize it.

The four words "Zhuxia Weiyang" here made Nangong Xia puzzled. It should be known that "Zhuxia" is the self-proclaim of the vassal states in the Spring and Autumn Period, while "Weiyang" means that it is not half, unfinished, and unfinished. The combination of these two words is quite strange.

Before Nangong Xia thought about it, Qin Ji talked to the middle-aged scribe. Nangong Xia did not want to be too rude, so she stopped looking, but just lowered her head and thought.

"I haven't seen you for many years. I don't know if Miss Qin came this time, but I have anything to teach you." The middle-aged scribe said that he was extremely cautious about Qin Ji.

Nangxia looked at Qin Ji slightly. He was also very curious about Qin Ji's identity, but he was curious, but he would not ask, because he knew that Qin Ji would not answer him.

"The matter of the alliance leader can be decided." Qin Ji said lightly, but she didn't say much about the attitude of the middle-aged scribe.

"Those things are too difficult to find, but over the years, we are still clueless." The middle-aged scribe said this, and he looked outside the hall, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"This matter is not urgent, and the alliance leader will slowly find it." Qin Ji said, and after saying that, she turned her head and nodded slightly to Nangong Xia beside her, and then said to the middle-aged scribe, "This time, I just want to ask the alliance leader to accept him as an apprentice."

"Oh." The middle-aged scribe said strangely. At this time, he looked carefully at Nangong Xia, but a little strangeness flashed in his eyes, but after all, he had been in a high position for a long time. No one here saw the change in his look except Qin Ji.

Qin Ji had guessed the other party's thoughts, but she didn't say much, just closed her eyes and thought.

"Since it is entrusted by Miss Qin, you should teach this child carefully." The middle-aged scribe Dao, Jiang Yao is his Taoist name, and Jiang is his surname.

"This son's life is miserable, and I hope your school will take good care of him." Qin Ji opened her eyes and looked at the middle-aged scribe.

"That's how it should be." The middle-aged scribe said that his look at Qin Ji and Miyanxia was also more complicated.

"This time, I also want to rent Qixia Valley for a while. I don't know if it's convenient or not." Qin Ji said that at this time, she closed her eyes and no longer looked at any people in the hall.

"It's an honor for us to succumb to this girl. I welcome the Blood League and the Blood Spirit Sect." The middle-aged scribe said that when he heard this, his face was slightly surprised to know that he had tried his best to keep the woman in front of him, but the woman never agreed. Today, Qin Ji proposed it herself, which was unexpected to him. He looked at Nangong Xia Shen even more confused.

"In that case, you can salute the teacher. I'll go first." Qin Ji said, and then she got up, and then said to Nangong Xia, "In the future, you will follow Jiang Meng to practice Taoism. Taoism is extremely dangerous. You should be careful."

After Qin Ji finished speaking, she went out without waiting for Nangong Xia to answer.

"Ziling, come first." The middle-aged scribe said solemnly that his voice was accompanied by Taoism, which could be heard by people outside the door.

After a long time, a young disciple about 17 or 18 years old entered the hall. The disciple saluted Kang Yao and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

"If Nangong Xia wants to enter our door, you need to read the rules with him." After saying that, he closed his eyes slightly and stopped looking at other people.

Nangong Xia looked at the young disciple and saw that the disciple looked like a crown jade, handsome, but his temperament was extraordinary.

"Yes." The disciple said that he was familiar with the rules of the door, and there was no problem with his back at this time. The door rule was not long, and the disciple quickly recited it.

Jian Yao waved his hand to the young disciple three times, motioned him to retreat first, and then said to Nangong Xia, "You have heard the rules of the door clearly. Are you willing to enter my door, practice the way of my saint, and save me from being upside down."

"Disciples are willing." Nangong Xiadao, he could only understand a few parts of the other party's words, and most of the rest did not know what was.

"Well, okay." He took out a jade dish and scratched his right hand on the jade plate, but Nangong Xia couldn't see what had changed on the jade plate. But how long did it take? "The Xia, the great country, can survive according to the ancient system. If you name it Xia, then you will use the word 'Cungu' in the future, which is good."

"Yes, Master Xie." Nangong Xiadao doesn't have much feeling about the name and the word. After all, the word is an extension or explanation of the name. Since the name is not the real name, the word is meaningless.

"Hmm." He Yao said, and his left hand motioned to start worshipping the etiquette. All the etiquette here came according to the ancient etiquette, but it was also cumbersome. Nangong Xia followed the instructions of his young disciple, but it took nearly half an hour to complete this set of etiquette.

After the worship, Nangong Xia went to arrange his residence under the leadership of the young disciple, and the Nengyao stayed in the hall with the other two, discussing the matter of Qin Ji. There is a sound insulation ban around the hall to prevent others from hearing the conversation.

"Qinglong, these days, you can find out the origin of that Qinji." After thinking for a long time, he said to a middle-aged man behind him.

"The origin of Miss Qin is extremely mysterious, and she has not received any information. Please forgive me." The middle-aged man said that the man was about 40 years old and dressed as a layman. He sat on the side of his right hand, but his eyes looked in the direction of Qin Ji's departure.

"This matter has been investigated for a long time, but there is still no result. I don't blame you, but her identity is strange. If it is not found out, it is worrying." Ning Yao said, he looked at Qinglong at this time and looked back at the void outside the hall.

"She is unknown, and it is a big variable for our big plan." Another middle-aged man said that he sat on the side of his left hand, but compared with the other two, he looked extremely thin.

"What Xuanwu said is extremely true. I don't know if the alliance leader can ask Mr. Hehun to investigate on his behalf." Qinglong looked at Xuanwu on the other side, and then said to the Xiyao sitting in the middle.

"This matter is not urgent. Everything is under control, and Mr. Hehun has other other things to do, so it is not convenient to intervene." Ningyao said. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt uneasy and motioned the two to stop the discussion, but when he searched around, there was no result.

In addition, in a small courtyard, although the decoration is simple, it is extremely carefully arranged. The small bridge is curved, the water flow is clear, the flowers are lush, and the fragrance is overflowing. No wonder Qin Ji wants to live here, but it is very similar to the seven-string valley where she originally lived.

The furnishings in the main house are simple, with only a few beds, but Qin Ji does not value these things outside her body, but it is also suitable. At this time, Qin Ji sat a few times ago. There was a bronze basin in front of her, in which she was riding water. Qin Ji was looking at the water in the basin and didn't know what she was thinking. The layers of fog in the water did not reflect her own face.

Soon after, she felt that the image in the mirror was extremely boring, so she held the water with her right sleeve, and then got up and tuned the piano. Although her piano skills were excellent, the piano was only ordinary, but it was far worse than her own piano. How did she get used to it?