Chapter One Hundred and Twelfth Purple Red Lights in the Forest

Putting the wooden box into his storage space, Roland Hill turned around between the peaks, meeting with two birds resting among the branches and leaves, and only then did he see a circular open space at the top of the mountain.

The white slate is spread on the ground, reflecting the bright sunlight, and there is a big 'purple' in the middle.

Roland Hill gliding, gently landed in the middle of the square, and the white gauze-like dress also fell.

A disciple dressed in purple came over, looking at the style of his clothes, it should be an outer disciple of Zhaoye Palace.

"Hello, may I ask?" He looked at the girl with a little curiosity, and seeing her extraordinary appearance, he guessed that she was not an ordinary person.

"I'm from the Burning Sun and Feathers Sect, and I'm here to visit your sect." Roland Hill explained his purpose, and at this time the two birds also landed on the stone lamppost beside him.

"It turned out to be the senior sister of the Feather School, please come in." He saluted slightly, then led the girl to the main hall on the side, and then another outer disciple went to report to the inside.

Loren Hill sat in this hall and looked around curiously. This hall is very spacious and tall. Even in summer, it is not hot inside. The furniture and buildings are made of red sandalwood, which has an antique and elegant style.

After sitting for a while, several members of the Teriyaki Palace walked through the corridor. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be quite young, and one of them was dressed in dark purple, and he seemed to be a true disciple of Sequence Six.

"I have seen Junior Sister Jialan." After coming to the main hall, he first bowed his hands and saluted, and then took Roland Hill to the depths of the pie.

Walking through the corridor made of sandalwood, Loren Hill slowly followed behind the true disciple, and behind him were four inner disciples dressed in white and purple. They were both male and female, all carrying long swords and had to wear them. Ziyu, everyone has the strength of Sequence 5 or above.

Several people turned several corridors and attics, and finally came to a special lotus pavilion.

The top of this pavilion is made of transparent colored glass, which is in the shape of a lotus flower, and the petals around it are lifted. The top of the middle tower is surrounded by clear pool water, in which some delicate aquatic plants are fluttering, and some beautiful fish are in the aquatic plants. Swimming from time to time, these fish have different colors, some white and reddish, like the sunset glow of lotus leaves, some light green and bluish, like turquoise jade, and some lavender with black, like the evening and night.

After entering the pavilion, you can hear fine water droplets dripping from the surrounding eaves, entering the pond beside the pavilion, splashing small water splashes. The stone table and the ground in the field of vision are illuminated by the sunlight overhead, revealing ripples and ripples of swimming fish, making people feel cooler.

"Junior Sister Jialan, please take a seat." The true disciple greeted Roland Hill to sit down, and then briefly introduced himself.

It turned out to be called Liu Deng, the elder of the faction, and the younger brother of Ying Deng who is currently in charge.

"Senior brother is in retreat, and he will come over later."

Lorraine Hill expressed that he didn't mind, and then the real person Liu Deng chatted.

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After a few words, the two were initially familiar with each other, and then he began to talk about some things about the Zhaoye Palace.

"This evening disaster is a scandal of my faction, and all the disciples in the faction sighed with embarrassment." Then he talked about the grievances and grievances of the previous generation.

"Ten years ago, the palm seat of my sect was still a bronze candle fairy. Although it did not reach the ninth rank, everyone was quite convinced because of its fairness, benevolence, and virtue, and the sect was harmonious."

"Heling and Yujian are also disciples of the same generation as Master Tongzhu. Before the world changed, Master Heling did not reach the level of Master Jade Sword and Master Tongzhu, and stayed at the sixth rank for a long time. "

"It stands to reason that this is not bad. But he is still a little unwilling. He goes overseas to find opportunities all the year round, hoping to improve himself with some peculiar secret treasures or secret techniques."

"And the copper candle holder, who knew his temperament, was not good at persuading him, so he had to give him a lot of self-defense items, and also built a feather fan for him, and this Shangqing jade feather fan became his favorite thing. "

"After that, he went to sea for nearly seven years before returning, and now he has become the elder of the seventh-order faction."

"However, after fighting with monsters overseas for a long time, he was also bruised and bruised, leaving behind a lot of dark diseases. For this reason, he cultivated for three years."

"In the past three years, a new generation of disciples has been promoted to the seventh rank one after another, and some of them are even several decades younger than Heling. Such a large gap makes him feel depressed. Later, Senior Brother Tongzhu comforted him a little. , let him go to Yama Mountain to guard."

"The environment there is relatively quiet, and the disciples who are guarded by the sect are treated well. Maybe after staying for many years, the copper candle palm seat can also ask for credit for it, and obtain some treasures to help promote."

"But unfortunately, after a year, the world has changed, and everything has changed."

"Because of the decline in strength, the Bronze Candle Holder had no hope of breaking through, so he simply resigned from his position and traveled around the world. He died of illness in the pie two years later."

"It's a pity that all outsiders are the copper candle holder, but at least when I finally went to see him, his face was not sad, but calm and cheerful. He said that when he was young, because of the consideration of his elders and his family, he had to take on some roles. position, and study hard."

"Actually, his ambition is not to cultivate the avenue, but to visit the beautiful scenery of the four seasons. It's just that he was born in such a family and has to accept such an arrangement. Maybe this is fate."

"So I asked him again, if you were asked to choose again, would you still spend your life like this?"

"Bronze Candle Palm pondered for a long time, and finally replied. I guess I will still go this way, because I can't leave my family alone and travel far and wide."

"In that case, even if I travel far away, I can't enjoy myself, and I always feel a little remorseful and ashamed, because I'm not doing a 'real business', so in the end I obey.

own heart. "

"The teaching of my parents since I was a child is to practice hard, to enter the Zhaoye Palace, to honor the family, and so on. This has become an obsession in my heart."

"This is also me, so I have no regrets, even though many things are actually set in the beginning."

"This is my destiny, and it is also a choice from my own heart... At that time, the copper candle holder said so, and finally I quietly retired and let him rest."

The true disciple recounted the past of the previous generation, and the appearance of the man in time seemed to be clear.

Roland Hill listened quietly, and unconsciously the tea in front of him also cooled down.

Afterwards, the true disciple recounted some grievances between Heling and Yujian, and those things were roughly the same as what the girl knew before.

At this time, a man wearing a dark purple robe and a light purple and white crown walked slowly from the side corridor, and several inner disciples respectfully greeted him.

"The Fluorescent Lamp Holder."

He slowly entered the pavilion and said hello to Lorraine Hill.

"In this disaster, I would like to thank Junior Sister Jialan for taking action, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, so I specially invited Junior Sister to come here." He saluted loudly, seemingly ignoring his own face.

Roland Hill pushed back, and the two continued to talk for a while.

"Presumably, Junior Sister Jialan is coming to Zhaoye Palace for the first time."

"Yes." Lorraine Hill nodded.

"Then during this time, the junior sister can take a good tour of the beauty of the Mushan Continent." The senior senior brother showed a faint smile.

Immediately, Ying Deng retained Loren Hill to stay in Zhaoye Palace for a few months. During this time, he could read the classics and secret techniques of the sect, and Zhaoye Palace would also bring out a lot of good things to entertain this junior sister.

"Junior Sister Jialan doesn't need to refuse. If you don't take anything, let me wait." Ying Deng easily stopped Roland Hill from wanting to escape back to Hang Yu.

After he finished speaking, he led the girl to the edge of a cliff on which the rocks depended, where the night wind was blowing, and the scenery in the distance and below the mountain was unobstructed.

Leaning on the railing, there are long strings of purple-red lanterns hanging from the surrounding peaks, embellishing the night, reflecting the forests, purple-red and dreamy.

The sound of gongs and drums began to sound in the town and the streets below. People dressed in strange costumes walked on the street, and many residents stood on both sides excitedly watching, discussing with each other from time to time.

And Roland Hill also heard what they were excitedly talking about.

"Wow, the Mushan Grand Opera is about to start again after five years. I don't know why, but this year it was deliberately postponed until now. I can't wait~" Several tourists were discussing the local opera event.

A group of children also ran happily in the forest with lanterns, chasing each other, and the sound of firecrackers bursting from time to time was heard in the ears, spreading to all directions.

That night.

Swordsmen and beautiful women, generals and ministers, princes and commoners, all stepped onto the stage one by one and began to play their respective lives. Maybe they can't change the set scenario, but they will still work hard to play it well, this is their own, unique script.