On his way to the distant lake, Zhao Rong met a fox-eyed girl who was sleeping on a bluestone under the sun, hugging a small quilt.

An open book about talented scholars and beautiful ladies fell under the bluestone.

When Zhao Rong passed by, he squatted down and picked it up for her.

I vaguely saw the words "Zhao Lang Zhao Lang" many times in the book.

He smiled, helped the fox-eyed girl who "didn't like sleeping, didn't like books about talented scholars and beautiful women, and didn't like the bad Zhao Lang", pulled the quilt, and tucked her exposed white and tender little feet back.

On the way, Zhao Rong also saw a stern warrior drinking and looking south, and a tall scholar playing the zither in the pavilion...

Zhao Rong followed the words of a sword spirit and regarded these seemingly bizarre scenes as a late night dream.

Then.

I don't know how much time has passed, but Zhao Rong has passed by so many "sceneries" calmly.

He stopped in front of a familiar tall building by the lake.

I squinted and looked up, but there were no words on the plaque.

The tall building in the backyard of the Duke's Mansion called Cheng'en probably carries countless memories of Zhao Rong's childhood.

It is the most mysterious place in memory that is hard to set foot on.

At this moment, the door of the building was half-open and not locked.

The young scholar pushed the door open and climbed up the stairs.

Climb to the roof.

Suddenly stopped.

I saw a man in purple standing quietly on the rooftop, with his hands behind his back.

Turn your back to the person coming.

Its sleeves flutter and purple air lingers.

As if wanting to ride on the wind.

There are tall buildings by the lake, and there are purple clothes on the tall buildings.

Below him was a lake of dragons.

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"Hey, why can't I see your face?"

"Why do you want to see my face?"

"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Are you a green-faced, fang-toothed man, a handsome young man, or a bearded man?"

Damn it, isn't it that when netizens meet, they just look at the face? There can't be anyone who really goes for interesting souls, can't it? Ahem...

On the tall building with an empty plaque, the young scholar walked around the man in purple, looking him up and down curiously.

The figure was dressed in purple with a bright green belt around his waist. He was very tall, about two meters tall, but he did not look burly like Gu Yiwu, but rather rather slender.

But he was very tall, half a head taller than Zhao Rong who was 8 feet 2 inches tall.

The purple robe it was wearing was surrounded by purple air, hazy like fog, and kept fluttering, roughly maintaining the shape of a robe.

However, the general figure under the purple clothes could not be seen.

The young scholar couldn't help but take a few more glances and thought to himself:

Gui was a person from the Xuanhuang Realm ten thousand years ago. Were the ancient people much taller than people today?

For no reason, Zhao Rong thought of the ancestors of the Li tribe who once lived in this Li land. It was said that they were also tall and handsome.

"What if he's a green-faced man with fangs? What if he's a handsome young man with a jade face? What if he's a bearded man..."

Gui Youyou, dressed in purple, turned to Zhao Rong and asked softly, "...So what?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at its blurry face again.

There was a ball of purple mist, and I could only make out the general shapes of the facial features, knowing which was the nose and which was the eyes.

The poisonous-tongued sword spirit that I have known for a long time makes it difficult to see its specific face.

I don't know if it did this on purpose, or if it is currently weak and only in spirit form, relying on the purple energy to barely function...

But after taking a closer look, he found that Gui's face seemed quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...

The young Confucian scholar, with his hands folded, took a leisurely step forward and stood side by side with the purple-robed sword spirit, standing by the railing on the roof.

The view here is extremely broad, and the vast lake can be seen at a glance.

Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a dragon in the pool below.

He thought for a moment and said sincerely, "I let you enjoy my handsome face for free, do you still want to take advantage of me? Let me see yours too."

Return: “…”

Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you the feminine and sissy type?"

"Get lost!" the sword spirit said unhappily.

Don't want to pay attention to him.

Zhao Rong smiled.

"Well, that's probably it."

He muttered to himself.

The purple-clothed sword spirit turned its head abruptly and looked at him without saying a word, and its expression could not be seen clearly.

But Zhao Rong shut up immediately.

Ahem, looking at its imposing appearance, if it could show an expression at this moment, it would definitely be angry with him.

If he continued talking, Zhao Rong had no doubt that Gui Zhen would throw him into the strange lake downstairs.

"Ahem, this outfit of yours... is it the 'Wuwei' that I gave you?"

Zhao Rong coughed twice to ease the atmosphere.

"snort……"

The purple-clothed sword spirit turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head proudly, and looked down at the pool of vicious dragons below.

It did not answer Zhao Rong, but after a while, it nodded its chin slightly.

The atmosphere upstairs became quiet.

After a moment.

The young scholar glanced at the strange scenery of this small world outside the building.

Apart from this peaceful lake, everything around is sunny, with birds singing, grass growing, peach blossoms and green willows.

It makes people feel happy.

However, this peaceful lake downstairs can make people who are not aware of it feel creepy.

At the bottom of the lake, evil dragons with ferocious faces swam around, swinging their tails. From time to time, they raised their terrifying dragon heads and stared at the people outside the lake with their bloodshot eyes.

The strange thing is that the lake is calm and the water is clear.

It seems that these evil dragons at the bottom of the lake are all illusions.

It didn't cause any ripples or stir up any mud.

In addition, the so-called lake bottom is actually pitch black. Although it is clear lake water, the bottom cannot be seen and not a single light can escape.

Then, vicious dragons swam out from the dark water at the bottom of the lake, like dragons with only the head and tail visible, making it difficult to see their entire bodies.

The field of vision is densely packed.

"Gui, did you raise him?"

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and pointed downwards.

"No."

The purple sword spirit shook his head and said seriously:

"You raised it."

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment and nodded gently:

"I wondered where they went. I thought that after I became enlightened, these things disappeared."

He turned his eyes away from the calm lake that seemed like a deep abyss.

He turned his head to look at the bright spring scenery around him, squinted his eyes and took a long breath.

Gui did not turn around and said softly:

"This little world is the lake of your heart after you have realized your true nature. Its appearance is manifested in your subconscious mind. It can be in any form. Even the scene you and I are seeing is different...

"The things and people you just passed by are just the surface of your heart lake, and this 'peaceful lake' below is the embodiment of the deepest part of your heart lake."

"Oh, to be exact, this is not a calm lake, but an abyss whose bottom can never be explored. No one knows what strange things will emerge from this abyss in the next moment."

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, "You mean, besides these evil dragons, there are other things hidden in this abyss?"

The purple-robed sword spirit was quiet for a moment.

It turned its head and looked at Zhao Rong: "How should I know? This is your Heart Abyss, and the one who knows it best is only you."

Zhao Rong nodded.

He noticed at this time that Gui seemed to be playing with a small object in his hand.

It is also formed by purple air and looks like a small gourd.

It put one hand behind its waist and used the other hand to nimbly play with the purple gourd.

The movements are so natural and skillful that it seems like a habit that is hard to break.

Gui Youran said: "But you'd better pray that no other weird things will appear in this Heart Abyss."

Zhao Rong looked curious, "What do you mean?"

The purple sword spirit stretched out his hand, pointed downstairs and said:

"This evil dragon from the Heart Abyss is the most terrifying evil creature from the Heart Abyss recorded in most of the cultivation books related to the Heart Lake that can be found on the mountain."

The more it looked, the more satisfied it was. It nodded and said:

"Yes, it is the leader of the seven evil creatures in the Heart Abyss. Others include the red turtle, blood monkey, horned snake and other evil creatures, but none of them are as powerful as this evil dragon."

Someone's hand holding the railing trembled slightly, "???"

The purple sword spirit turned around and faced Zhao Rong.

Its face was purple, and its specific expression could not be seen clearly, but one could tell that its tone was very happy:

"How about it, Zhao Rong? I'm awesome, right? I raised 9981 of them in your heart lake this time! How are you going to thank me?"

The sword spirit's tone was very arrogant and complacent.

A young scholar: "..."

The atmosphere upstairs fell into deathly silence.

Wow, the most ferocious thing in the Heart Abyss?

If someone else had one in their heart, they would be like, "Oh my god!", but you gave me eighty-one at once? I...

After a while.

The young scholar holding the railing glanced at the vicious dragon in the lake below.

He looked carefully for a while, turned around, and said in a kind and gentle tone:

"What a kind-hearted lake. Well, the dragons are also good-looking."

The sword spirit nodded, with a tone of joy of being recognized:

"Of course not. Are you still uneasy about what I do?"

Zhao Rong nodded and said with great emotion:

"Indeed, it has to be you."

The purple-robed sword spirit raised his chin, playing with the purple gourd in his hand, and spoke in a proud tone.

"Humph, don't you even look at who I am?"

Zhao Rong turned around and said with a smile, "Oh? Who are you? I must thank you in person."

"This lord...what do you care who this lord is? Why should we leave a name for ourselves when we do good deeds? Isn't this despicable?"

"Well, you are worthy of me."

The young scholar gave it a thumbs up, then pointed downstairs and asked with humility and curiosity: "You just said that this is the most vicious creature in Xinyuan. What does that mean? Could it be that there are more powerful than this group of evil dragons in Xinyuan?"

Gui raised his head and thought for a moment, then patted the railing with his five slender, purple-filled fingers.

"Well, there are some, but they are very few, and even fewer people know about them."

Zhao Rong's expression was sincere as he praised her: "Then you must be one."

The purple sword spirit glanced at him who was tactful and chuckled, "Hehe, our Xuanhuang cultivation world has many secrets."

It continues:

"As far as I know, there was once an ancient emperor who had a blood-stained bronze beast face born in his heart. Well, there was also a Taoist saint who had a headless and dilapidated statue emerge in his heart. I heard that this god was a Taoist ancestor... Tsk tsk."

The sword spirit spoke in a surprised tone, with a hint of laughter in it.

The young Confucian scholar next to him finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Good boy, the seniors really know how to have fun. So it seems that I am not the most miserable one, not bad, not bad..."

He smiled and looked at the pool of vicious dragons downstairs.

The purple sword spirit at the side also seemed to be smiling.

The atmosphere became cheerful.

At this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly pointed downwards and said politely but sincerely:

"So, what are they going to do to me next?"

Purple Sword Spirit: “…”

Zhao Rong raised his hand and rubbed his stiff smile. After thinking for a while, he nodded in approval, "Well, I'd advise them not to go too far and leave some room for error... At least don't let this young master die in such an ugly way."

"Ahem." Gui coughed twice, "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Rong ignored it. He drooped his eyelids, pointed his fingers, and arranged his funeral affairs:

"Well, I have to go talk to Qingjun and Xiaoxiao and the others. Oh, and there's also Qian'er. She was mumbling about how she should shout when I die. I didn't expect that she would become 'Ai' so soon... Damn it, this stinky girl with a bad mouth..."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched. He lowered his head, his expression invisible, and patted his sleeves.

The purple sword spirit blinked and said speechlessly: "Hey, what are you thinking about? Who said you are going to die?"

"Oh?" Zhao Rong raised his eyelids and pointed downstairs, "They won't mess with me?"

The tone was doubtful.

The most vicious creature in the Heart Abyss, so many of them at once, you said they wouldn't mess with me? Who would believe that?

Sure enough, the purple sword spirit shook his head and said euphemistically: "It will still have some impact."

It thought for a moment and said sincerely, "To be honest, you said that there are so many dragons swimming in the Heart Abyss, so we can't just pretend that they don't exist, right?"

There was a hint of joking in his tone.

However, that person did not laugh, and looked at the 'Reasonable Sword Spirit' expressionlessly.

You think you're funny?

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