Legend of the Great Saint

Heavy clouds drift with a hint of rain, the air gets wetter and cooler, the intense spirit is refreshing and breathing much faster.

The nine-coloured deer slowed down and stepped on a magnificent stone bridge spanning a thousand and a hundred feet wide to reach below Vientiane City. The Great Falls flow straight down from both sides of the stone bridge, not into the dark valley.

Perhaps because the night is already dark, there is no movement on this stone bridge. From a distance, the magnificent pool, in the roar of the waterfall, reveals a hint of silence.

Even though Li Qingshan doesn't know much about the art of hope, he can also feel the condensation of “qi” and go straight to the very far reaches of the heavenly dome.

This is not the city of mortals, but a sacred place where practitioners gather.

“I'm sending you here, and you know the rest of the way, when you get the identity of a disciple, you can come to my Hundred Grasses and see if I can give you a job. ”

“Baihua Garden. ”

The head of Li Qingshan said that he had taken note of it and sent Nguyen Yaozhu on a deer ride to enter the Vientiane City alone.

The terrain in the city is incredibly complex, with a tortuous loop, like a maze, and sometimes the corridor passes through the garden, sometimes climbing down the bridge. Li Qingshan could not fly. With the powerful deduction power of the tortoise, he found his way to the sky book building.

Several teams of patrolling guards were encountered on the road. Li Qingshan suspected that they were all employees of Cold Abyss. They all carefully avoided the past so as not to create extraneous branches.

He is not going to Heavenly Book House, he is not yet qualified, only the official disciple is entitled to enter the Vientiane sanctuary, and the disciple of attendance happens to be the minimum limit.

“You are Li Qingshan, the number one entrance examination, how did you get here so early? ”

In the cold and empty hall, the face of the monks in charge of the guides was equally cold. Apparently, the sudden arrival of Li Qingshan disrupted some of his arrangements. After confirming Li Qingshan's name, the temperature was increased by a few points.

The disciple in the Vientiane sect, though many, is a bit of an identity. Even if he sees the fax disciple, he is proportionate to his brother, and this receiver is only a disciple in the Vientiane sect.

Li Qingshan said: "Brother Lotte wants to bet with me, hurry me over. ”

“So that's it.” The male monk had a little more smile on his face and seemed to have some pity: “You dare to bet with Brother Lotte before you get started, how dare you. ”

He didn't even ask about the bet. He seemed to be convinced that Li Qingshan had lost. He was just a little Yuan Baby Monk. How big could the bet be? He was just fooled by Brother Lotte.

Instead, he talked about a lot of wonderful things about Lotte, a thrilling gamble, almost all of which ended in Lotte's victory. His opponents even had fairy ghosts, one of the gamblers' names, even Li Qingshan felt like Lei Guangle.

“It is said that Brother Lotte had already run out of Shouyuan and gambled with one of the ten handsome cowheads of the capital beside Huangquan Road, winning three hundred years of life. ”

“Bullhead aside? Bullhead horse noodles! ”

Li Qingshan opened his eyes. This thing sounds really familiar.

“Ha ha, you've finally heard of this, it's not too lonely. There is no way, our practitioners' reputation among mortals is not as loud as that of the gods of the pubic province. ”

“Black-and-white uncertainty, bull-headed horse noodles, Ten Palaces Yanlao...”

Li Qingshan muttered to himself about these famous characters, his heart pounding, suddenly realizing that he had indeed entered a world of fairy Buddha. Though it is still far above nine days, the division is very close, and the distance between oneself and these famous figures is already within reach, and may soon come to pass.

“Looking at you like this, did you have to fly up from the lower reaches? ”

The monk was quoted as saying that while he was carrying out his work in an orderly manner, he sometimes buried his head in an exasperated book, and sometimes handed over the documents to Li Qingshan for him to fill out.

Li Qingshan had too many secrets. Some places just had to be vaguely handled, even left blank. He thought there would be trouble, but found that he didn't even look at them.

“Oh, you don't have to be surprised. These are not for me. Just fill them in. I really don't want to fill them in. You can leave them blank. ”

“Who was that for? Just keep this archive? ”

“These documents will be destroyed directly after the 'return to the Spirit of Heaven' has been seen. Everything about you will naturally remain in the sea of knowledge that belongs to the Spirit. ”

“To the Lord of Hell? ”

Li Qingshan was somewhat surprised. This is too boring for Hailing. Through his observation, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people in Vientiane.

“You really don't know anything about the Vientiane Sect, you don't even know 'Back to the Spirit'! ”

“When I first arrived, I asked my brother to be explicit.” Li Qingshan handed over a brass stamp.

Brother Qiu looked at the brass mark and looked at him again, laughing: “You deserve to be number one in the examination. It's a big shot. But this time, it won't be easy to dig up some metamagnets. Save it for bribing Tianfu's guys!

“Then thank you, brother.” Li Qingshan's heart is emotional, there are still good people.

“It's not a big deal, I'll tell you if you want. The reverence of Hailing is the spiritual fairy who has survived six heavenly robberies. It is the mount of our mistress. The position in our sect is extremely noble. Sitting on the same level with the two priests, it can be said that it is the invisible priest, who guards the heavenly book building throughout the year. When you get to the Sky Book House, you'll naturally meet them. ”

“Be careful, however, that the Goddess of the Hailing is a natural god, as knowledgeable as the sea, no one in the Sect knows everything. And talented, best at predicting and avoiding evil. You may have false information, false information. I can't see it, I can't understand it, but in the eyes of Hailing, I can see it clearly. ”

Li Qingshan moved in his heart: “Brother, what kind of race does that belong to Hailing? ”

“Tortoise. ”

Li Qingshan Hidden Road, it turns out that he met his own family.

It's not much of a coincidence that there aren't many native spirits in their classes, and there are only a handful of more, forming groups. For example, tripod golden toads and nine-coloured deer, although the blood line is less than that of phoenix tortoises, the number is even scarcer. After coming to the human path, they all met.

He did not see the joy of “fellow countrymen" in his heart. On the contrary, he was somewhat worried. He had difficulty estimating how powerful a prophetic ability would be for a tortoise with a complete bloodline and six holy robberies. This tortoise also seemed to have a very rich knowledge reserve and a master with a true immortal cultivation.

His ambiguity in the literature is likely to be seen at a glance and, even if left blank, many messages could be presented. But now it's too obvious, and when we meet face to face, we can't hide it.

This is probably the biggest crisis he has encountered since he arrived on the human path, in which, if something goes wrong, he will have no resistance whatsoever, far more terrible than the Magnetic Mountain Beast.

Perhaps from the moment he entered Vientiane, he was already watching himself.

However, this is also a major opportunity to find a way back to the ruins, where the Lord of Hailing will surely understand how to enter the ruins and possibly even the "Prisoner of the Ruins”.

Blissful, even though he has the blood of a tortoise, it is difficult to pass the test for a while, let alone avoid murder.