CRIMSON'S PANDORA BOX

Wanjian Mountain, Shaoyang Peak. Shaoyang Peak is where the foreign affairs are being dealt with and is often used to receive guests. A forest of begonias on the top of the peak is in full bloom in the May weather. The breeze blows, the jade chips are hazy, and Wanjian Mountain's first sect examination since the death of the sword master is held in this sea of fragmented snow. The high stone competition platform was erected in the sky, and at this moment, it was already densely surrounded by disciples from Wanjian Mountain. The Qiyun Pavilion on the side has already arranged seats for distinguished guests from other sects. The high pavilion is surrounded by clouds and is magnificent. The second floor is flush with the high platform, providing the best viewing position. When several white-clothed cultivators from the Miaoyin Sect appeared, it caused quite a shock. Wanjian Mountain  usually doesn't see women, but now these four beautiful cultivators are here. These e

Jiang Mi was a little aggrieved and slowly retracted the hand holding her. The emotions that had just disappeared resurfaced in his heart, and his thin lips were pressed tightly without saying a word. Seeing this, the teasing she had prepared reached the tip of her tongue, and she quickly swallowed it back. She put her hands around his waist and leaned closer.  "Are you angry?" "No." Looking up, a pair of misty eyes were close at hand, and his lips were still pursed lightly, but the corners of his lips were lower than before, as if he were remembering something even more sad. "It's been three months since the last time we met. Why didn't I see you drinking to drown your sorrows like this?" Jiang Mi lowered his eyes and looked at her intently. "Because at that time, I didn't have any delusions." At that time, he was self-aware and did not dare ask for mercy from the fairy. Even in his dream, he was care

The first quarter moon rising over the lake is like a half-remnant moon, embedded in the night sky that looks like a sea of dark blue silk. Its glow is cool and cold, faintly revealing the color of bluish-white jade. The new lotuses in the lake also borrow the meaning of the moon, and the shadows of the lotus leaves seem to be light. The thin and brittle glass is reflected on the sparkling silver lake, splitting the lake into countless tiny pieces of mercury, changing rapidly and flowing erratically. Jiang Mi was sitting cross-legged on a flat, dry stone near the lake. He was holding half a jar of wine in his right hand and resting it on his knees. His head was slightly buried, and he was dressed in black and could not be identified clearly in the shadow of the dancing trees. "I thought you were locked in the Sutra Pavilion, but you were secretly drinking here?" Gu Bufan ran to him out of breath, but the man didn't seem to hear him. He raised his hands and ra

Wanjian Mountain, Guiyi Peak. She saw a cold light in the morning, flying towards a towering laurel tree like a star rushing through lightning. Hearing another click, a big branch of the osmanthus tree facing south was cut down. The tree body was suddenly shaken by the broken branches, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers scattered like rain. Taking a closer look, the man in front of the court was still standing in the same place as if he had not moved. A breeze blew by, and the iron horse in front of the eaves jingled, as if applauding him. The shorter young man standing nearby walked over excitedly and patted him on the shoulder. "Jiang Mi, you will definitely be promoted to a true disciple in this sect's examination. Remember to protect me when the time comes!" When he entered Wanjian Mountain, he was accepted as an inner disciple without exception. At that time, he was fought over by four elders because of his Tianling Root. In the end, the leader,

*(Flashbacks) He dreamed of the day he first met her again. More than 300 years ago, at that time, he was just an ordinary farmer under Wanjian Mountain in Tianjun. That year, Tianjun had a rich harvest. He had just finished harvesting the wheat in the field and broke out in a hot sweat, so he wanted to take a bath in a nearby lake. There is a large lake with a radius of 100 acres on the southwest side of Wanjian Mountain. It has clear water, and it is so blue that it is impossible to see the bottom. When the sun was about to set, he took off his clothes and stepped into the shallows of the lake. Suddenly, there was thick fog, and the wind started blowing. The mountains were close in front of him, but they were nowhere to be seen. After a while, the wind became stronger and stronger, making the mountains and woods sound like a tidal wave. In an instant, the bright moon disappeared and became pitch black. There are many immortal cultivators in Wanjian Mountain, so evil spirits would not