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  In the midst of Cuiping Mountain's Cuiping Cave Heaven, Cuiping Niangniang sat quietly, with a young noble in brocade sitting below her, his spirit as refined as jade. On the table lay a long sword with a green scabbard placed horizontally.

  Suddenly, he furrowed his brow, and the void rippled like waves, as three white and one multicolored fox emerged from the void.

  As soon as they landed, one of the white foxes loudly said: "Big brother, you kill Amo!"

  The young master in brocade clothes glared with his eyes, emitting a fierce and murderous aura.

  That fluffy fox's body twisted and transformed into a grey-robed young man, kneeling on the ground in silence.

  "What's going on?" asked Jin Fu Gongzi coldly.

  "Big Brother, he didn't listen to me. I told him to bring back that shell, but not only did he not bring it back, he even ran away with us and lost face for Qing Qiu." A white fox said hastily.

  "Amo, you say!"

  "It's the young master, that shell is no ordinary one. I'm afraid if a fight breaks out, it will affect the three young masters, so I'll bring them back first." The gray-clothed youth kneeling on the ground said slowly.

  "What kind of shell is this and where did it come from?" asked the young master in brocade.

  At this time, Cuiping Niangniang suddenly smiled and said: "That shell must be beside the river god of Xiu Chunwan. It's certain that they went to play and disturb the villagers at night these days, so they prayed for the protection of the river god. The river god must have sent his shell to come."

  When the young master in brocade turned to face Concubine Cui, his expression immediately eased, and he smiled: "It seems that Sister Su knows a lot about the River God of Embroidered Spring, and someone who can enter Sister Su's eyes must not be an ordinary person."

  "Haha, this person is not unfamiliar to me. He was the one who escaped during the destruction of Qianluo Mountain and coincidentally inherited the position of River God, but was forced to flee everywhere by the carp spirit in the river. He once came to my Qianluo Mountain." Cui Ping Niangniang sat there with a dignified expression, her waist straight, a smile on her face, without any trace of her former lazy demeanor.

  The young master in brocade attire picked up the green jade cup from the table, took a light sip of the heart-soothing red tea, and pondered: "That being the case, what is his relationship with Ye Qingxue?"

  "Older sister and younger brother."

  "Heh heh, I thought Qianluo Mountain only had one Jiang Liuyun and one Ye Qingxue, didn't expect there was another who became a river god. It's quite interesting, I suppose he doesn't know about me, Qingqiu Mountain." The young master in brocade smiled and said, gentle and elegant.

  The young man kneeling on the ground said at this time: "The Embroidered Spring Bend River God said that if a few young masters want to play, they can go to the Embroidered Spring Bend to play, please do not disturb humans. Although the heavenly court is not there, the order of heaven and earth is still there."

  The young master in brocade clothes narrowed his eyes and smiled: "How interesting, haha, I really want to go see this river god."

  Cui Ping's gentle smile would have greatly surprised Chen Jing if he were here, for although he hadn't truly seen her in person at the time, the powerful aura she exuded had left a deep impression on him.

  The young master in brocade said, turning his head to look at the grey-clad youth kneeling on the ground, his eyes had already cooled down, and he said: "You go to Qingshun Bay, and I'll explain everything tomorrow when I sit by the river."

  "Yes, young master." The boy in gray replied and respectfully stood up and backed away.

  Another three white foxes also wanted to go, but were stopped by the brocade-clad young master. The emerald screen princess let the ethereal and delicate flower spirit standing behind her take them to play in the mountains, and they reluctantly left.

  Brocade-clad young master looked at the ethereal woman with a skirt made of leaves and hair that reached the ground, saying: "Su Shan, your Thousand Luo Mountain indeed hides dragons and tigers. The pure tranquility on that mountain demon's body is truly rarely seen."

  Her name is Xuan Kong, she came from elsewhere and did not grow up in Qianluo Mountain.

  "Oh, I don't know what kind of fairy mountain and spiritual realm nurtured her to have such a spiritual aura." The young master in brocade clothes said with a smile, but the emerald screen princess didn't respond, only smiling.

  The young master in brocade attire lifted his jade cup again to take another sip of the heart-fluttering red tea, amidst the serene and peaceful atmosphere within the emerald screen cave, where the night breeze above was cool and refreshing, gently swaying the starlight.

  A Mo didn't have a surname, or rather, he wasn't qualified to have the surname Su, because he wasn't a nine-tailed fox, just an ordinary fox. In Qingqiu Mountain, this was equivalent to being a servant in a wealthy family in the mortal world. This time, he had the opportunity to follow Jin Fu Gongzi out, one reason was that his cultivation was pretty good, and he could already transform into various forms. Another reason was that he handled matters steadily, yet didn't lose his cleverness.

  He emerged from the Emerald Screen Mountain, leaped down the precipice, and transformed into a mangy fox in mid-air. Its fur was glossy but lacked any aesthetic appeal. However, as it sprinted forward, it became as light as the wind, treading on the night mist as it ran, arriving at Embroidered Spring Bay in the blink of an eye.

  A crescent moon hangs low in the sky, the river waves ripple, night fog envelops everything, a fox stands on the riverbank, looking up at the curved moon in the sky.

  Suddenly, a large red shrimp emerged silently from the surface of the river, holding up its weapon high in its hand, with an extremely evil expression.

  Amo didn't say a word, and it wasn't until after a long while that the big red shrimp buzzed and said: "The River God has invited you."

  "Thank you, lead the way." Amo said in a human-like tone.

  The giant prawn hummed twice and then split its pincers on the water surface, opening up a path on the river.

  Amo leaped up and entered the river surface passage that had split open without any fear, and at the moment he entered, the river surface closed together again.

  He followed the big red shrimp in front of him all the way along the riverbed, and what he saw was a completely different scene from what he had seen on land.

  Like water moss drifting with the wind.

  Various fish, chasing each other.

  After a while, they arrived at the edge of a sunken riverbed. The water flow here was much calmer. As they approached, he suddenly discovered that it was actually a cave entrance. From the outside, it looked like just a broken hole, but the light emanating from within suggested that this was no ordinary cave. Looking up again, he saw a block of bluestone embedded in the mud above the cave entrance, with several large characters carved into it: "Water Cloud Cave Heaven".

  The giant red shrimp had entered the Water Cloud Cave, he stood up and transformed into a grey-clothed youth who drilled in, instantly a refreshing air rushed to his face, his whole body feeling cool. As soon as he looked around, a layer of cloud gas came into view, on the top of the cave wall were embedded seven night pearls, arranged in the pattern of the Big Dipper.

  The exterior is unimpressive and dirty, but the interior is serene and quiet, indeed worthy of the two words "Dongtian". Adding to that the cloud formed by the condensation of the clear water vapor, the two words "Shuǐyún" are also fitting.

  Apart from this, there was nothing else in the cave, only a person sitting on a black stone platform. Amo guessed that this person must be the River God of Xiu Chun Wan, and although he didn't look as elegant as Young Master, he had an air about him that Young Master lacked.

  "Calm and serene, yet with a hint of turbulent undercurrents." This was Amo's first impression of Chen Jing.

  "Qingqiu Mountain Su Zhengyang's subordinate, I've seen you before at the Embroidered Spring Bend River God!" Amo didn't fall to his knees, but merely bowed slightly and said calmly.

  The giant red shrimp on one side shouted loudly: "How dare you, entering the embroidered spring bend and seeing the river god without bowing."

  Chen Jingdian sat still, but Ah Mo said: "To see a god and bow is the behavior of ordinary people. Although I am not a Daoist immortal, I represent Qingqiu and cannot bow."

  The big red shrimp was about to speak, but Chen Jing had already opened his eyes and raised his hand to stop the big red shrimp from speaking. He smiled and said, "It's said that the young masters of Qingqiu are talented and handsome, and it seems that the reputation is well-deserved."

  Amo was taken aback, Chen Jing's words were indeed circulating, and the young masters of Qingqiu would use them to motivate themselves. However, this phrase was not something that ordinary spiritual beings could know, and even among those who knew about the divine path of Qingqiu Mountain, there were very few.

  "Hehe, it seems like Heshen has a good understanding of our Qingqiu."

  "It's just what I've heard from seniors." Chen Jing said calmly:

  Chen Mo smiled slightly and said: "My family's young master said that at dawn he would come to the river to sit for a while and make friends with the river god."

  "Haha, Qingqiu has been famous for a long time, but I couldn't find him." Chen Jing said with a smile.

  Mo didn't say much more. He came to deliver a message, and after delivering it, he naturally left. As he was leaving, he took another look at Chen Jing's smiling face, feeling that it was profound and mysterious.

  After Amo left, the big red shrimp said loudly: "River God, why are you so polite to him? What's with that Qingqiu Mountain thing, is it more powerful than the Kunlun at the source of the Jing River?"

  Chen Jing was deep in thought, his intuition telling him that Su Zhengyang's visit from Qingqiu Mountain wouldn't be a simple matter. He had heard from Old Sword Guest before that Qingqiu Mountain was home to many fox spirits, known as the Nine Foxes, who were clever and cunning by nature.

  "This Qingqiu Mountain is not as treacherous as Kunlun, but it's even more mysterious."

  Chen Jing quietly waited, since returning from Dongyue Dadi's place, he discovered that the Xiu Chun Wan was actually built into a cave mansion by a black fish spirit from Fenglin Du. He felt that someone was dealing with him, thinking about it, and it could only be Qin Hu.

  These days, he has not left the river domain for half a step. Day and night, he has been nourishing his spirit and sword with the spiritual power of the river domain. He just feels that there is an inexplicable pressure on himself. This pressure does not come from Maple Forest Ferry, nor does it come from Qin Hu, but rather from the figure of Ye Qingxue who appeared three times in a row at the River God Temple when he returned that day.

  Now the mysterious Qingqiu Mountain nine-tailed fox tribe has all arrived here, Chen Jingke doesn't think they are here to have fun, and says he wants to visit himself, he even more doesn't think it's to make some friends.

  In a daze, I heard the sound of river waves hitting the shore, but felt myself becoming illusory. I only thought that the immortals and demons between heaven and earth were no different from the butterflies in the sea of flowers. They all might be born in the morning and die at night, and disappear with a single thought.

  He sat at the other end of the black stone platform, his mind wandering in the starlight that fell on the river waves, immersed in the rhythm of the river waves hitting the riverbank, feeling the pulse of life in the sword's hilt. He had a strange feeling that the sword was a part of his own body. He didn't know what it felt like for a woman to be pregnant, or what it was like for a Taoist practitioner to cultivate their energy and give birth to a spiritual embryo. All he knew was that this sword already had a deep connection with him, its pulse beating in sync with the river waves, every beat responding to his own heartbeat.

  However, at dawn, the young master of Qingqiu Mountain did not come, but a black note was clipped to the pincers of the big red shrimp and sent in, shouting: "River God, great joy, great joy!"

  Chen Jing took over the black invitation card, which felt cool to the touch and was actually made of yin jade condensed from yin energy. He asked on one side: "What's the great joy?"

  "Ba Ling City Qin Cheng Huan's 300th birthday, let's invite the River God to drink at the celebration!" The big red shrimp said with glee, as if he was the one being invited.