Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 366: The Wind Comes Silently
When Lin Yi stepped out of the teleportation array again, he shook his head and no longer felt dizzy or uncomfortable. He looked up and saw another valley.
At the foot of the mountain opposite the teleportation array, there were thousands of monks gathered, some standing and some standing, in different shapes and colors, many of them looking forward to something.
What was in front of him was not so much a valley as a huge canyon. To the south were continuous mountains with lush trees and greenery; to the north, dozens of miles away, what was that——?
Lin Yi followed the gaze of those monks and saw a golden Tongtian Peak, which rose abruptly, soaring into the sky, towering and eye-catching.
"Xuantian Peak, it is really magnificent and extraordinary!" Hearing Luo Yi beside him sighing in admiration, Lin Yi thought to himself, could this be the Xuantian Gate?
With doubts in his mind, Lin Yi pricked up his ears and looked around. When he followed the crowd to a corner of the valley to rest, he had already learned about the general situation of this place.
This valley is called "Wangtian Valley". The mountains to the south are the gate of Xuantian Sect, and the strange mountain is Xuantian Peak, which is the destination of this trip. It is said that Xuantian Realm is above Xuantian Peak.
This mountain is at least ten thousand feet high, and there is mist and clouds halfway up the mountain. How to get up? Is there a teleportation array on it? Also, are all the cultivators in the valley fellow travelers?
Under the leadership of several foundation-building elders, the cultivators of Zhengyang Sect walked to an open space at the foot of the opposite mountain and settled down temporarily. Lin Yi wanted to find a secluded place to meditate, but he saw that his fellow disciples were crowded together and laughing, and there was no place for him to stand. Even Luo Yi smiled and got into the crowd.
There was a little more space around a few people, alas! Forget it! That look can eat people.
A little further away from the crowd, there was no shade above his head, and there were gravel under his feet. Lin Yi had to stand alone with his hands folded. Looking around, he shook his head, his expression showing a bit of helplessness.
In the valley, so many cultivators gathered in a group, each about 10 to 20 feet away from each other, to show the location of the immortal gate. The number of cultivators can tell the size of the immortal gate.
There are not many people in the valley with one or two hundred cultivators gathered, five. Zhengyang Sect is one of them. The one with the largest number of people, judging from their clothes, should be the cultivators of Xuantian Sect; those with more green clothes may be from Dinghai Sect; a group of women stayed alone in one place, their clothes were still red, they must be from Hongyun Palace; those in black clothes were from Heishan Sect.
People in black clothes? Lin Yi suddenly thought of something and frowned.
In addition to these well-known immortal gates, the rest, ranging from more than ten to dozens of people, should be from many small immortal gates in Daxia.
Lin Yi's eyes were looking around, and suddenly his expression moved. He actually saw a few familiar faces in the crowd of varying sizes.
It was not surprising to see these people, but a fat figure flashed and disappeared in the crowd. How could he be here?
Perhaps it was because the place where Lin Yi stood alone was too conspicuous. Among the small group of cultivators, two young men looked over inadvertently, and then pretended not to see him. After a moment, they turned their heads awkwardly and bowed from a distance.
These two people turned out to be the brothers Lingjian and Lingshu of Danyuan Sect. At the beginning, Lin Yi was calculated by them and almost lost his life. In the end, he was accidentally saved by them and met Mr. Su's old friend, Ruoshui Zhenren.
The only close and trustworthy people in Daxia are Mr. Ruoshui and Yuanqing. Lin Yi did not hate the brothers Lingjian because of the past, and sent a message to ask about the master's recent situation.
When he learned that Mr. Ruoshui was well, Lin Yi smiled and bowed in return!
When Lin Yi's eyes moved to another small group of people, he nodded gently, and the woman in plain clothes on the other side also smiled and nodded.
The crowd of people in Hongyun Palace was full of graceful female cultivators, which was very eye-catching. However, Lin Yi's eyes just passed by and looked at the group of cultivators in black clothes.
In the crowd of Black Mountain Sect, Gong Yeping was surrounded by several Jindan cultivators and looked around with an arrogant look. His eyes lingered on the female cultivators of Hongyun Palace, and he shook his head and sighed.
"Young Sect Master! Since Hongyun Palace is my vassal, you still have to save face. Don't ruin the Sect Master's plan!" An old man in his fifties said. An old man with chicken skin and white hair beside him, with a sinister look, hummed coldly and echoed: "What Elder Wangchi said is right!"
"How could I, Gong Yeping, not know the implication of Elder Damon and Elder Wangchi? However, it is quite boring to wait here. I have nothing to do anyway, so I can only feast my eyes!" Gong Yeping laughed, his expression suddenly changed, and he said coldly: "Everything is under the control of my father. This trip to Xuantian Realm is really exciting!" As he said, he turned his head and looked at another crowd, which was where the Xuantian Sect monks gathered.
In an instant, Gong Yeping's gloomy expression disappeared, and he was replaced with a harmless smile. His eyes were shining, and he shook his head and exclaimed: "This woman is not vulgar! She is really a rare fairy in the world, which makes my heart beat!"
In the valley, monks from various sects each occupied a corner. Occasionally, there were people walking around, mostly monks from Xuantian Sect. In order to avoid Xian Feng's entanglement, Lan Qi'er took Qiu Caiying away from the crowd and walked to a hill, leaning against the shade of the tree behind her, looking forward.
"Master, that man should also be a senior, but he looks frivolous and disrespectful to his elders!" Qiu Caiying's words were filled with a hint of hatred. She had already seen the group of monks from the Black Mountain Sect, and there was a flash of fire in her eyes.
Lan Qier's face darkened and she turned away. She had heard the man's voice transmission. He claimed to be the young master of the Black Mountain Sect, Gong Yeping. He greeted her with admiration in his words.
In public, Lan Qier couldn't argue with him, so she could only ignore him with a cold face.
"Master, the cultivators of Daxia have gathered here. I wonder when the Xuantian Realm will be opened?" Qiu Caiying asked curiously.
"Three days later, at noon on the first day of April." Lan Qier answered softly.
"Why must it be at noon three days later?" Seeing Qiu Caiying's puzzled expression, just like when she stayed beside her master in her early years, Lan Qi'er's expression eased, and then said: "I don't know the details. I heard from my master that from the first day of April to the first day of October every eighteen years, the strong wind on Xuantian Peak weakens during this half year. Only at this time can cultivators enter the Xuantian Tower on the top of the peak and step into the Xuantian Fairyland."
"Can you enter and exit Xuantian Realm at will during this half year?" Qiu Caiying asked again.
Lan Qier looked at the mountain in the distance and said, "At noon three days later, the peak wind is the weakest. After this time, it will be difficult to get close to the Xuantian Tower, and the monks in the tower should not think of coming out on their own. Only when the Xuantian Realm is closed half a year later, the monks who enter it will be automatically teleported to this valley."
"So that's it! Thank you Master for taking me to the Xuantian Fairyland to see it!" Qiu Caiying exclaimed, and thanked him obediently!
"If you don't go deep into the fairyland, you should protect yourself! As a monk, it is beneficial to go to the fairyland to experience it!" Lan Qier said indifferently, and then moved her eyes to the group of people in the valley.
The figure of a person on an open space made Lan Qier slightly surprised, and then she actually showed a faint smile. After more than a year, the young man appeared here, still pretending to be mature. The wine gourd on his waist is out of place, and is it a hairpin on his head? That is clearly a magic weapon used by monks! His black hair was a little messy, his lips were slightly upturned, and he looked around in a lazy manner.
"Hey! Master, do you know that person?" Qiu Caiying also saw the young monk.
Lan Qier hummed lightly, her smile gradually faded, and her expression remained the same! Her smiles and frowns were casual and natural, but they touched those who were interested...
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