Cultivation: From the Inauguration of Druid

On this day, Lingqing was holding a wild cat in the back mountain and stroking it constantly to collect information about its wildness.

Suddenly, a girl flew over in a hurry.

Seeing him, he shouted in panic as he was far away.

"Watch the Lord! Watch the Lord! Disaster! Disaster!"

"No hurry, let's take it slow, what happened?"

Lingqing stroked the civet cat in her hands and said while looking at her panting.

"Watcher, there is a ferocious-looking scholar in our watch, his eyes are like sharp knives, so scary.

Now Lai is in front of the gate, unwilling to leave, and Sister Zhiyu is there to deal with it.

Again, I asked the spectators to go back and have a look. "

The girl calmed down and said what she knew in one go.

"Vicious scholar?"

Ling Qing thought for a while, but couldn't do anything, so he put down the civet cat in his hand and got up and said.

"Then let's go, go back and see what's going on."

Huaiyin Mountain is not far from Guobei County, and whether it is from the county to the east, or from the east to the county, it must pass through the Huaiyin Mountain.

It's just that the mountain has always been cloudy and foggy, and there are many legends of ghosts and ghosts.

So some vigilant travelers would rather take a detour south than take the risk.

Even if it doesn't work, you have to pick up the noon when the sun is high and pass quickly.

It's just that in addition, there are some people who don't know, don't believe in evil, or are in a hurry and don't want to make a detour.

Therefore, at the foot of the mountain, a sheep intestine trail was also walked out.

On this day, there was a tall and handsome scholar who was eight feet in length, with a yan chin and a tiger beard.

Wearing a Confucian shirt and carrying a bookcase, he was striding down this trail.

When this person came, he had also heard that there seemed to be ghosts and ghosts on the mountain, but he thought that he was carrying a strange art, and he was not afraid.

And I also heard that there is a broken temple on this mountain. Now that I have traveled for a long time, I want to take a break for a while, just for myself to settle down.

Although there is no shortage of yellow and white things on his body, due to his past experience, he is impatient to stay in a crowded place for a long time.

As for the ghosts in the mountains?

It is impossible to say that he is trying to eliminate the demon atmosphere, exorcise the evil spirits, and show his means.

The scholar walked for a while, and when he saw Huaiyin Mountain in front of him, he could not help but stop and watch.

At this point, something seems wrong.

'According to the news I heard, there is little sunshine in the misty fog all day long on this mountain.

At this time, the sun was clearly bright, the green trees were swirling, and there was no shadow.

Is it someone who mocks me?

Or is it that the monster has such a powerful means that it can cover the eyes of a certain family in the daytime? ’

On a closer look, on the mountainside, there are eaves and corners looming in the jungle, and I think it is the Lanruo that others said.

As the so-called master of art is bold, he is naturally full of courage because he has a different art.

And this mountain is very different from what he heard, which also aroused his interest.

After all, the whole world is filled with evil spirits. Except for those famous mountains, rivers, and holy places of immortals and Buddhas, there has never been such a pure and natural aura.

I was about to go to see if it was really a grand scene of Lingshan, or if it was a monster.

So I walked towards the corner of the eaves. The flowers and plants were very quiet along the way. Along the way, I saw the locust blossoms blooming in the mountains, and from time to time there were bees with big thumbs flying between the flowers.

And the vitality in the sky, Qingzhengyang and the Holy Land of Immortal Family.

However, there are some places in the forest where the suffocating aura is very strong. After a short visit, you will feel that this suffocating energy is like a maggot on the tarsus, and it will erode his body and mind.

A cold light flashed in the scholar's eyes, as if Jingtian Zidian, Ruoxue Qingshuang, cut off this evil spirit.

He was stunned, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about this evil spirit in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that once he found out that it was wrong, he would cut it off and wait for the evil spirit to enter his heart, and it would not be easy to think about it again.

However, he became more and more curious about the secrets in this mountain, and walked towards the mountainside, avoiding the hidden place of evil spirits.

After a short while, I arrived at the place and saw a rather magnificent temple in front of me.

It's just not a Lan Ruo, but a Taoist temple.

Looking up, there is a plaque hanging above the gate between the gates, with a letter...

"Well, good word."

The scholar in a trance seemed to see three clear and handsome characters, and couldn't help but nodded in praise.

Turning his head, he completely forgot that he didn't remember at all, what the name of this Taoist temple was.

He came to the door and was about to slam the door when he suddenly shrugged his nose and frowned.

"Demon? Ghost?"

He practiced secret techniques, could smell the breath of demons, and could argue with ghosts.

However, he was a little hesitant at this time. There must be a ghost in this view, but it is not very dirty.

Made him wonder.

"But the spectator is back?"

While hesitating, I heard a woman in the Guan say in a coquettish voice, and at the same time a gust of yin came.

squeak~

The door slammed softly, and then saw a pretty woman looking up with a smile.

"Oops!"

As soon as she saw the look in his eyes, the intuition sharpened the sword, and the woman was startled and almost fell to the ground.

His face was pale, and the two were fighting, unable to speak or move.

"what happened?"

At this time, another voice asked, which sounded like an older woman.

The scholar frowned again when he heard the sound. This ghost had more yin energy and resentment lingering around him. He wanted to hurt a lot of people.

Involuntarily thinking.

'What the **** is this place?

There are such sinister legends here, but now they look completely different at first sight~www.NovelMTL.com~ The vitality in this mountain is much more pure and natural than in other places, but it is so powerful. The evil spirit is hidden.

The Dao in front of him looked at the faint meaning of Dao, but it was really strange that such demons lived. ’

While thinking about it, I saw a beautiful woman in her forties appearing at the door.

Seeing him, his expression changed, but he had some skills, and he forced himself to smile without being intimidated by his sword-wiping skills.

"Respect, respect guests and stay less, my family watcher goes out to enjoy the scenery, and can come back from time to time."

Said Ying Ying gave a salute, but did not mean to invite him in, but just stood in front of him forcibly.

At the same time, he made a gesture when he thought he couldn't notice it.

Then, from his perception, a yin qi floated from the view and flew towards the back mountain.

He was not in a hurry, just nodded and stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back, looking into the view through the crack of the door.

I saw Yingmen is a tall hall, in which there is a faint statue of a **** sitting, its air is clear and the complexion is positive.

Although I don't know what immortal it is, I don't think it is some kind of lustful sacrifice to a wild god, which family should be the patriarch.

In the east corner of the main hall, there are several thick bamboo clumps, and there is a huge pond under the steps, among which are lotus pavilions of various colors, and the jade lotus in the middle is very quiet.

There are wing rooms on both sides. Although they are clean and tidy, it can be seen that some places have been worn out for a long time and have been renovated.

While looking at it, I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned to look.

He saw a person just like him, more than eight feet tall, wearing a gray-blue Taoist robe, and his face like a crown of jade.

He was holding a whisk in his hand, which seemed to be a rod made of intertwined green vines. The vines naturally grew silver threads as fine as hair, and the tail was a rope buckle made of crystal rhizomes that was wrapped around the wrist.

His air is clear and his rhythm is long, but he looks like a true cultivator, not like a demon who raises ghosts and does evil.