Chapter 1724: Immortal Residence

On Stone Dragon Mountain, not only do immortal herbs grow fast, but the growth rate of weeds must be multiplied by two. Wanzai Liang, who is meddlesome, had to ask: "Don't you plant medicinal herbs and crops on both sides?"

Lu Jing was expressionless: "Don't plant them."

In the past year, the spiritual energy of Stone Dragon Mountain has dropped too fast. The harvest of some fields and forest farms is not good. The Mirage Sect guarantees quality but not quantity, so it simply abandons part of the immortal fields.

He Lingchuan nodded. The immortal fields of the Mount Fengmo Mountain of the Piaomiao Sect were also abandoned one after another.

While appreciating the scenery along the way, he asked Lu Jing: "You are a local of Silver Pearl Island, right?"

"Yes. I am from Thousand Flower Island next to the main island. I was lucky enough to be accepted by the Mirage Sect at the age of five to practice immortal methods, and it has been thirty-nine years since then."

After hearing this, Wanzai Feng subconsciously looked at him more. This person looked like he was in his early twenties, about the same as the Lord, but he didn't expect him to be over forty. Sure enough, spiritual energy and immortal methods can keep one young and live long.

He Lingchuan noticed that he was a disciple recruited by the Mirage Sect from the local area after True Person Qianhuan entered Silver Pearl Island, so he asked the key question: "Then, has Daoist Lu ever seen True Person Qianhuan?"

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows and paused for two full breaths before saying: "Island Master He is very interested in me?"

When he asked this, He Lingchuan knew the answer, and casually laughed: "I see that you are all very young, unlike those who followed Qianhuan Immortal Venerable in more than 100 years ago."

Even if immortals have the art of staying young, eyes are hard to deceive. The eyes of old things hundreds of years old and young people in their twenties or thirties are completely different.

Lu Jing looked at the fellow disciples behind him: "Yes, the seniors who returned to Silver Pearl Island with the Immortal Venerable are all at the level of grandmasters. Look at these people behind me, they all wish they were born more than 100 years earlier."

Everyone laughed, but Dong Rui winked at He Lingchuan.

"Returned," what does this word mean? These young Mirage Sect disciples of Lu's surname thought that True Person Qianhuan had always lived in the Upside-Down Sea? He Lingchuan glanced at him: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Heard it, heard it, don't get excited.

The innkeeper had already said before that the local Wind God's Daoist name is Qianhuan.

The storm of the Upside-Down Sea has existed for thousands of years. Of course, Qianhuan cannot let ordinary people know that he only entered the Upside-Down Sea more than 150 years ago, otherwise, the shell of the Wind God would be poked through.

"Nothing, sand blurred my eyes." Dong Rui could only rub his eyes.

There is no need to ask Lu Jing about True Person Qianhuan. He is a junior disciple and doesn't know the truth. So He Lingchuan switched the question: "I want to know, how did you discover that we were on the island?"

This is easy to answer, Lu Jing said: "We have island-protecting divine abilities. Once outsiders break in, they can't hide from our ears and eyes. As soon as your ship sailed in, the Mirage Sect knew."

"What about the fleet on the northwest corner?" He Lingchuan asked again, "Did they go ashore?"

"I came to meet you. The dynamics of those people will not be known until we return to the mountain." Lu Jing looked at him and said, "What is your relationship with them?"

"Dead enemies." He Lingchuan spread his hands, "They are the dead enemies of Lingshan, and they will also be your dead enemies."

When Zhu Xiuer heard this, she knew that this guy was stealing concepts again, equating himself with Lingshan.

"Then they are looking for death." Lu Jing said very naturally, "Where did they come from?"

"Heavenly Palace." He Lingchuan smiled, "Sent by the Heavenly Demon."

Overlapping peaks, secluded immortal forests.

Flocks of birds play in the clouds. Stone Dragon Peak is a fairyland on earth, which is a completely different world from Silver Pearl City at the foot of the mountain.

The further up, the fewer traces of humans, especially entering above five hundred zhang, there are only flowing clouds and mist around.

He Lingchuan remembered the former site of the Piaomiao Sect on the Mount Fengmo Mountain. The mountain road was also such a narrow sheep intestine path, but it was covered with ice and snow all year round, while the stone crevices here were full of muddy moss, which was very difficult for mortals to walk.

And then, in the mountains and forests, on the cliffs, and under the cliffs, one exquisite building after another began to appear.

At first, it was a single building, occasionally a small pavilion, three or five small pavilions. After crossing a few mountains and brushing away a peach forest, the magnificent palace complex suddenly came into view! Seven-story buildings on the immortal mountain, carved railings and jade masonry, old pines that never age.

It happened that the red clouds came out of the cave, and the sky opened and closed, illuminating the red eaves and red ridges of the immortal palace.

At this moment, the mountains were red, and the beauty was hard to describe in words.

Such extreme luxury and solemnity, He Lingchuan had also seen in Spirit Void City, but it was far from being as shocking as the view in the empty mountain clouds.

This is the atmosphere that an immortal's residence should have.

The Yingtai sheep cart jumped out from the mountains and forests and landed on a huge square, continuing to gallop upward.

From here on, the road surface was paved with white marble, flat and atmospheric, and the height of each stone step was equal, as precise as if measured with a ruler.

Walking from bottom to top, it was clean without a fallen leaf.

The sheep hooves knocked on the road surface, the jade sound was crisp and rhythmic.

This group of palaces was built along the mountain, staggered in height, connected by platform corridors, and planted with exotic flowers and plants. It was about to enter summer, and the clear pond by the corridor was full of three-colored lotus flowers.

Looking from a distance, it is like ink painting, and looking closely, it is an immortal scroll.

The sheep cart ran all the way to the square on the top of the mountain. It was even more open here, which could accommodate at least three or four thousand people. Lu Jing introduced that this was called "Panxian Terrace", where great abilities preach and disciples listen to the sound.

At the end of the square are three large halls. The main hall in the middle is seven stories high, lush and heavy, solemn and imposing.

Here, it is already the residence of the immortals covered by clouds and mist, far away from the mortal world.

Anyone standing on Panxian Terrace looking up at the magnificent and vast hall must feel awe.

But the sheep cart didn't drive into the main hall, but kicked and walked behind the side hall on the side.

Several Mirage Sect disciples were already waiting here: "Uncle Master Lu?"

"Retreat, these are guests from afar." Lu Jing waved them away and said to He Lingchuan, "Sect Master Xiao is in Wenhui Pavilion, follow me."

Everyone followed him through the hall again, walked for a long time, and then bypassed a huge screen, and saw dozens of people standing in the hall, all standing with their hands down, facing the direction of Wenhui Pavilion above.

Have to climb up again! Dong Rui couldn't help shaking his legs. How many more layers of steps are there? Wanzai Feng and the others stayed in the four-surround hall, so they didn't have to tire their legs.

After finally reaching the top, Lu Jing reported, and then led He Lingchuan, Dong Rui, and Zhu Xiuer into the room.

Wenhui Pavilion was empty. He Lingchuan saw a large mirror standing in the patio at the first glance.

This mirror was more than a person tall, round like a bright moon, and three turquoise stones were inlaid on the top of the silver edge. The image reflected in the mirror was not the indoor environment, but the vast sea!

The sea was sparkling, pushing waves and flashing gold, and there was a fleet of ships parked.

More than a dozen people stood in front of the mirror, discussing in low voices.

The Soul-Sucking Mirror in He Lingchuan's arms suddenly became excited, incoherent: "Haoyuan Gold Mirror! Ah ah ah ah, isn't this the legendary Haoyuan Gold Mirror! I, I, I actually saw it with my own eyes one day!" ===== CHAPTER 1725 =====