Chapter 122 A world of its own

The giant dragon blinked his eyes, smiled, estimated the heat, threw in various spiritual fruits one by one, and murmured:

"It's been three days and three nights. It's very important to cook this human elixir. Fortunately, I've been cooking it for so many years, so I'm very familiar with it."

"On the contrary, this human race is really ruthless. Such juniors are willing to use it to practice elixirs. No wonder we can't compete with them. If it weren't for the conflict of interests and mutual hostility, there would be no way for us to survive."

Touching the sword mark that had been hurting for three hundred years under the scales, a deep and rich fear appeared in the eyes of the giant dragon. He gently clenched his hands, and several rays of light green light bloomed.

"It has been more than three hundred years. I have practiced from the early days of Zi Mansion to the peak of Zi Mansion, but this wound has never healed... Li Jiangqun..."

The face with the crescent pattern on the forehead suddenly appeared in front of the big dragon's eyes. His green vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Fortunately, this man is dead."

Dumbfounded, the giant dragon hurriedly sent the spirit fruit in his hand into the alchemy furnace. He counted the time, and a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes. Alchemy was one of his few hobbies, and this elixir would be his most outstanding one. One of the works.

Gently opening the alchemy furnace, the scene of the glow filling the room and the fragrance of elixirs that Big Jiao had imagined did not appear. He frowned and waved, and a yellowish elixir flew out from the alchemy furnace.

The big dragon looked in disbelief and murmured:

"It shouldn't be! It should be snow-white! How come it looks like this... Could it be that the medicine is too strong and it's returning to nature?!"

Confused in his heart, Dajiao shook his head awkwardly, took out a silver needle in his hand, and gently scratched the surface of the elixir. A faint light suddenly emitted from the silver needle.

"broken!"

The big dragon looked annoyed, and his heart was full of remorse, and he said doubtfully:

"How could it be so?! The potency of this medicine is too shallow! If this medicine is given away, then old ghost Chi Wei will have to fight for me!"

"It's been hundreds of years, how could you make such a mistake!"

The big dragon's vertical pupils turned slightly, and he took out a box of bright white liquid from the storage bag. He smeared it on the elixir with a flick of his finger. From time to time, he took out more than a dozen kinds of herbs and mixed them, and then went back to the furnace to refine for an hour. .

When he opened the alchemy furnace again, the glow suddenly shone brightly and the house was filled with fragrant fragrance. The big dragon's face was full of resentment, and he thought to himself:

"Come on, if you die, you will die. You can only show it on the surface! Anyway, this old ghost will be dead if he doesn't make a breakthrough. How can he ask the superior to come and cause trouble for me? I have already got the things, let him do whatever he wants. Go!"

So he packed the elixir, jumped out of the pool, and handed it over to the monk in green.

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The backyard of Lijing Mountain.

The green-gray Dharma Jian was suspended quietly on the stone platform, with the smoky moonlight shrouding his side. It was as quiet and peaceful as it had been for the past three years. The mirror lit up slightly, and the twelve incantations engraved on it were like breathing. Light and dark.

There is incense burning on the table below, and wisps of green smoke are floating away. It can be seen that the Li family has not slacked off in the past few years. The daily tributes are changed from time to time, and the incense burner is also wiped clean.

"It finally worked."

Lu Jiangxian completed the fusion of the mirror fragments, and his spiritual consciousness swept around. The divine light on the mirror flashed, and many insights emerged in his heart.

His consciousness sank into the mirror, and a gray world appeared in front of him. Layers of gray mist appeared in the sky. Below was the scarred earth and countless decayed gray-white building ruins, which dumped pieces of crescent white. of gravel.

"Jianzhong...makes heaven and earth its own."

This mirror fragment is impressively attached to a small world with a radius of thousands of miles. In the center is a majestic mountain. Countless moon-white building debris gather into dots of white spots scattered on the mountain, which become more and more dense toward the foot of the mountain.

Lu Jiangxian's consciousness moved, and the rich lunar moonlight emerged out of thin air. It quickly gathered at the foot of the mountain, condensing into a white-haired man in a robe, with crescent patterns tattooed on his cuffs and collar. He moved, and a strong feeling arose. of strangeness.

A mirror with flowing water quickly formed in front of Lu Jiangxian. Facing this face that he had not seen for decades, a strong sense of disorientation emerged. The face was still the same, but the eye sockets were deeper, and there was a shallow line on the left cheek. of scars.

"who I am?"

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly rushed into his mind, and Lu Jiangxian's consciousness swept through the entire world like a storm.

After crossing Qingtan, he walked forward step by step along the jade bricks on the mountain. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he climbed to the highest platform.

There is a huge tree with white leaves planted in the middle of the platform. Its roots are intertwined. There is just a stone table and a stone chair under it, and a figure is kneeling in the middle.

The man was dressed in white clothes, wearing brocade jade boots, and a jade crown. He had a handsome face with a crescent-shaped mark between his eyebrows. He raised his head and glanced at Lu Jiangxian, and said softly:

"Master of the Palace."

Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly went blank, and his heart was inexplicably complicated, but he spoke unconsciously and replied:

"Jiang Qun."

The young man in white smiled slightly. Lu Jiangxian was thinking a lot. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was blown away by the wind like flying sand, leaving only a pale white halo staying in place.

Lu Jiangxian stared blankly for a breath, and without realizing it, tears were streaming down his face. He stretched out his hazy white jade-like arm and took the halo of light. His eyes suddenly lit up and he fell into a shallow dream.

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"Li Jiangqun!"

Lu Jiangxian sank into Li Jiangqun's memory just like he had done several times before. He stood bowed in the vast and boundless hall, surrounded by the pale white moonlight like smoke and mist. Huge white jade pillars with carved patterns stood beside him. Towers stood up on both sides of the body, supporting the overly huge palace.

His eyes were always focused on the complicated patterns on the jade bricks on the ground, as if he wanted to see a flower.

"Do you know your sin?"

"Disciple admits his guilt!"

Li Jiangqun knelt down gently and raised his head slightly. Only then did Lu Jiangxian see a person sitting on the white jade seat with carved dragons and painted phoenixes. His long white hair was spread down and stretched under the seat. That face was all too familiar. , none other than Lu Jiangxian himself!

It's just that the face of the man above him was much more mature. He was only in his twenties when he died suddenly, but he looked like he was thirty or forty years old. He looked at Li Jiangqun quietly with an indifferent expression.

"I will punish you by being released to the south bank, take your tribe with you, break through the Zi Mansion and come back!"

"Disciple takes the blame!"

Li Jiangqun replied respectfully, and saw Lu Jiangxian, who was standing above him, frowning and saying warmly:

"You are too gullible to trust others and keep your promises. This leak of secrets is a small lesson. If you can't correct yourself in the future, I'm afraid you will die at the hands of your so-called friends."

"Disciple understands!"

Li Jiangqun nodded, his eyes clear and bright, he raised his head and looked at Lu Jiangxian with a smile, and said with a smile:

"In the eyes of disciples, they are all the same. If you can't be completely loyal to your friends, how can you make your master feel at ease? Since you can deceive your friends, what does it matter if you deceive your master again? If I, Li Jiangqun, am the same person as that person With the hypocrisy of the latter, Master will not trust me to leave such a matter to me."

Lu Jiangxian, who was at the head, shook his head slightly and said softly:

"Qun'er, this world is never black and white. The villains who kill people have loyalty, the merchants with lies also have unswerving love, the high-ranking immortal cultivators have the evil of massacre, and the common people who live in an ignoble way also have the evil of massacre. Gao Zhiyi, you look at things too purely. Although you can get twice the result with half the effort by practicing, it is really too dangerous."

Li Jiangqun was stunned and nodded, not sure whether he heard it or not. However, Lu Jiangxian carefully observed himself above him, trying to see something familiar about him.

He looked a little lonely at the top, and looked particularly cold against the backdrop of the vast and boundless hall behind him. He said softly:

"It has been so many years since I founded the Yuehua Yuan Mansion. Look at the people below, how do you think they are all in the same family? The intrigues are so lively. I have a lazy temperament and am not suitable to be the head of this mansion. , I just have to do it.”

"The palace master's cultivation of the two formation talismans is admired by the whole world. There are several people in the world who are opponents of holding the Dharma Jian, but no one has ever dared to think so!"

Li Jiangqun quickly raised his hands and said, but the world in Lu Jiangxian's eyes became increasingly blurry, and this memory was about to end.

Everything in front of him slowly faded away, and Lu Jiangxian stood alone, with the gray world beside him.

His mind was in confusion, whether his modern life of more than twenty years was just a dream, or whether the master of the Yuehua Yuan Mansion was his past life in a dream.

After opening his mouth, Lu Jiangxian found that he was alone, with no one to talk to and nowhere to say. He was an optimistic person, and the loneliness that he had been avoiding for decades finally came to his heart.

He raised his fingers slightly, about to pass through the mirror and enter the backyard of Lijing Mountain, but a great fear arose in his heart. Thunder, lightning, flames, wind and many other illusions shuttled through his mind. Lu Jiangxian smiled bitterly and murmured:

"At least this prison is much bigger."

Unless it’s over, Lu Jiangxian will not take the form of Jianzi^