kill the immortal

Chapter 103 17, The Immortal Family is a Guest

On top of an attic in Chang'an City.

A white-haired old woman sat at the main seat, served by two maids on the left and right.

"Fellow Daoist Li, here are the Thousand-Lian Spirit Pill, the Thousand-Year Spirit Plant, several spiritual beast crystal cores, and some high-grade magic weapons. We are new here, and we may have to rely on Friend Li in the future. I hope you can accept these small gifts for meeting me, Friend Daoist Li." , as neighbors in the future, we should keep in touch with each other."

There was a middle-aged man standing in the pavilion, and next to him was a young man in green shirt holding a tray.

The old woman smiled lightly and said: "Fellow Daoist Zhou was able to find me right after he came to Xuantang. It seems that he has put in some effort."

The Taoist surnamed Zhou smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Li is famous in Xuantang. You don't need to inquire carefully to hear about Friend Li's name."

The old woman's eyes moved slightly, and she asked with a smile: "You guys should have met Xuanzhen people when you came from outside the customs. It seems that they also took some things from you."

The Taoist surnamed Zhou's face stiffened, and then he smiled and said: "As time goes by, I see people's hearts. I believe that sooner or later the monks in your area will let down their guard against us. We also come here with sincerity, and we are willing to be the sons of Xuantang from now on." civil."

What Xuan Zhen took from them was nothing more than the life gate of each of them.

From the moment they entered this Xuan Tang, their life and death were no longer under their control.

The old woman said: "Xuanzhen is doing something that I can't do anything about. It's hard to get a salary without merit. Fellow Taoist Zhou wants to make friends. There will always be opportunities in the future. Please take back these gifts."

Taoist surnamed Zhou immediately said: "Our Pinglan Sect sincerely wants to be friends with fellow Taoist Li. We have come here for no other reason. Fellow Taoist Li, please don't misunderstand us."

The old woman sneered lightly and asked: "Aren't you afraid that if I don't deal with Xuanzhen, I will mess up our sect?"

The Taoist surnamed Zhou said displeasedly: "Fellow Taoist Li, you look down on me and others. If you really think that our Pinglan Sect is just a follower of people, and I have nothing to say, just pretend that I have never been here."

The white-haired old woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her withered face. The maid next to her took the initiative, took the tray from the young man's hand, and brought it to the old woman.

She glanced at it and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhou was so kind that I accepted it."

Taoist surnamed Zhou also showed a kind smile on his face: "Fellow Taoist Li, you are polite, we will be neighbors from now on, and we will ask for more advice from Taoist Li."

After sending away the Taoist surnamed Zhou, the white-haired old woman transformed into that seductive girl again.

She looked at the things on the tray and said disdainfully: "It's a small family, but the things given away are so shabby."

The maid on the side couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Grandmaster, aren't these thousand-year spiritual pills and thousand-year spiritual plants extremely rare things?"

Mei'er snorted coldly: "The world of cultivating immortals outside the pass is so big, do you think this kind of thing can be so scarce? How have we ever been short of it in Xuantang? If the door is handed over to others, it will be nothing more than a group of domestic animals in the future."

She raised her slender hand gently, and several glowing crystal nuclei flew out from the jade bottle on the tray.

This kind of ferocious beast crystal core is extremely rare to see in Xuantang, which interests her very much. The ferocious beasts in Xuantang have almost been wiped out and extinct, and it is not their turn for the monks to covet them. Even if they have the spiritual temperature to cultivate spiritual wisdom, The ferocious beasts, the first to discover them must be the Forbidden Spirit Guards.

I heard that Xuanzhen kept a few ferocious beasts, but I don’t know what they looked like.

She chuckled again and said: "These small families are very lucky. A place like Taixuan Mountain can be given to them. Taiyao and Xuanyi are really holding back their bad luck."

The maid on the side asked: "Ancestor, what do you mean by this?"

Mei'er admired the crystal core in her hand and said slowly: "This time when the Three Realms Pass was opened, only a few monks came in. They were the Qin and Han countries who were just throwing stones to ask for directions. No one from the Nine Immortal Qin Sects and the Mang Han ancient tribes came. They all want to see what methods we will use to let these small forces come in first."

"Tai Yao and Xuanyi obviously saw this clearly and gave them the best resources left to the monks outside the customs. When those big forces came in, they would have nothing but bran to eat."

The maid asked in confusion: "How can those big forces outside the customs agree to this?"

Meier sneered and said, "So what if they don't agree? If they don't enter the customs, they are masters and enjoy the best resources, but once they enter the customs and pay their lives, they are all domestic animals!"

She stared at the crystal core in her hand for a long time, and suddenly murmured: "It's such a good thing, no wonder Tiangongyuan keeps it under control."

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Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.

Huanxi, who lived in the penthouse, got up very early as usual. When he opened the door, he was stunned by the sight of silver.

She quickly went to knock on the bedroom door, shouting extremely excitedly: "Uncle! Miss! It's snowing! It's snowing outside!"

Not long after, An Yan and Wenren Jinping each wore a brocade cloak and walked out.

The branches were covered with snow, and the ground and the roof were paved with silver. The servants were sweeping the road with wooden shovels and brooms.

"It's really snowing..." Wenren Jinping muttered to himself, with joy in his eyes.

The people of Xuantang haven't seen snow for three years. This heavy snowfall has given many people a better sign for the coming year.

"It's winter." An Yan sighed softly.

He didn't feel the emotion after the disaster. Looking at the snow scene, he just thought it was beautiful.

Yesterday, Chang'an lifted the lockdown and re-imposed a curfew, but the two giant dragons were still hovering in the sky. The originally golden auspicious clouds turned into pure white, and large tracts were piled together, like extremely pure cotton, which was really beautiful.

Wenren Jinping stretched his hand out of the corridor and felt the coldness of the snowflakes falling on his palm. He seemed to feel something and suddenly said softly: "The bead curtain fluttered across the pink wall. It is lighter than catkins and heavier than frost."

An Yan couldn't help being startled, but before he could praise him, a voice came first.

"When I first came here, I heard Jin Ping reciting a beautiful poem. I'm so lucky."

The three of them followed the sound and saw Shen Rongxi. She was fully dressed, wearing a pure white cloak. She was walking on the verandah holding a heater in her hand. Her outfit made her even more dignified and intellectual.

An Yan took another look.

"Sister Rong Xi also gets up early." Wenren Jinping said with a smile.

Shen Rong kneeled down and said with a smile: "I was also woken up by Yingzhi, who said it was snowing outside, so I got up early. I didn't expect it to snow all night."

Wenren Jinping looked at the flying flowers in the courtyard and said, "There will be auspicious snow this year, and next year there will be a bumper harvest. If my uncle and the others see this snow scene, they will definitely be happy in their hearts."

An Yan said: "Everything will get better and better."

Shen Rongxi said again: "Just now, I heard that Jinping's poems and prose are very good. Is there a whole poem?"

Wenren Jinping was startled for a moment, thought about it carefully, and shook his head helplessly: "It's just a broken sentence. My thoughts stopped just now, but now I can't make up for it."

Shen Rongxi didn't pay attention to it, but said it was a pity that poetry is like this, and there are many more fragments than the whole poem.

She looked at An Yan again and asked with a smile: "I wonder if Mr. An has any inspiration, can he help Jin Ping complete the remaining chapters?"

An Yan thought for a while, looked at the looming figure of the giant dragon in the sky, and said, "I have another article."

"Oh?"

Several people walked into the house and felt a lot warmer. They gathered around the case and watched An Yan writing and writing there.

Huanxi and Yingzhi also looked curiously, looked at the words on the paper, and read softly.

"Get up in the morning in the painting hall to report the snowflakes falling. The high roller blinds are used to look at the beautiful scenery, and the bright colors are far away, confusing the courtyard. The strong light causes the smoke of the furnace, and the plain grass is cold and the jade pendant is born. It must be a drunken god, smashing the white clouds into pieces!"

"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces..." Shen Rongqi could not help but murmur.

She raised her head to look at An Yan who was writing, her beautiful eyes sparkled.

"The talent of Mr. An is beyond the reach of the ancients! If this piece of Qing Ping Le spreads out, it will be enough to make Mr. An famous all over the world!"

An Yan put down the soft hair in his hand and said with a smile: "I don't want that reputation for anything. I'm not writing poems for the world. You can just take a look."

Just these words immediately made the hearts of several women in the room tremble.

Wenren Jinping noticed that there was something wrong with the eyes of Shen Rong's master and servant, and immediately touched An Yan's waist secretly.

An Yan's brows twitched, but fortunately there was a servant reporting from outside.

"Master, I have your letter."

An Yan coughed lightly and walked to the door to take it. The moment he took it, he was startled by the weak spiritual energy fluctuations coming from above.

"Who sent it?" An Yan asked.

"I don't know. When I opened the door this morning, this letter was placed on the threshold." The servant said.

An Yan was thoughtful, and then opened the envelope that said "An Yan personally expresses it" and took a look at it.

"Fellow Taoist An, for the sake of disturbing you, I would like to ask you to sit down on Taihua Mountain the day after tomorrow."

I looked at the signature and saw only three short words.

Pinglan Sect.

An Yan folded the letter again and his thoughts were racing. Whether it was Wu Yunxian's directory of Xuan Tang Taoism or Shen Xiuqing's memory, there was no Taoism named Pinglan Sect.

It is also located in Taihua Mountain, obviously a monk who came from outside the customs a few days ago.

How could he, a nobody, fall into their eyes?

"Husband?" Wenren Jinping's voice sounded from behind.An Yan turned around and said with a normal expression, "Nothing, just an invitation."

"Whose invitation would be left at the doorstep, why not come to the door generously?" Wenren Jinping asked strangely.

Shen Rongxi also said: "I'm afraid they are not kind people. There is no need to pay attention to such people."

An Yan immediately smiled and nodded in agreement.

The Pinglan Sect probably came here to get to know more local monks, but he was probably not famous. How did they find him?

An Yan always wanted to hide himself, but this situation of being exposed to others' eyes made him feel very uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, An Yan decided to go and have a look.

Approaching Chang'an, this Pinglan Sect has just arrived, so he should not be unscrupulous, and he can really see the world of monks this time.

Two days later.

An Yan found an excuse to leave the city. He didn't take the carriage. After a few miles out of the city, he felt that the sense of restraint in his body disappeared, and he soared into the sky and flew towards Taihua Mountain.

The wind control technique of the aura monks can already allow the monks to fly in the air, but the spiritual energy consumption is not low and cannot be maintained for a long time.

There seems to be a barrier in Chang'an, making it impossible to walk in the air within the city.

The cold wind blew against her face in the winter, and An Yan formed a spiritual barrier in front of her. Looking at the snowy white land below, she felt her mind stirred up, and she had a trembling feeling of suddenly becoming enlightened and seeing another world.

During the time he became a monk, he had never flown so freely in the air. This feeling of freedom between heaven and earth made An Yan immersed in it and became fascinated by it.

His flying speed was not slow, and he had a mysterious bone to increase his speed. He arrived at the foot of Taihua Mountain in less than half an hour.

Compared with the last time I came, the whole mountain is more and more beautiful, and the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain seem to be surrounded by purple air.

The monument at the foot of the mountain is still there.

Jiuzhou spiritual roots, Taihua Xianyue!
Now it seems that it has truly become a fairy mountain.

An Yan thought like this and was about to step forward when he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual energy in front of him, as if a door had opened invisibly.

A ray of light and shadow rushed from the top of the mountain and landed in front of An Yan.

An Yan thought to himself, this man is a young black-haired young man, and he bowed his hands to give a family etiquette.

"Pinglan Sect welcomes fellow Taoists to visit us."

An Yan cupped his hands and said, "I'm here, An Yan."

"Fu Tang, my friend, please." The black-haired young man made a "please" gesture, and then turned into a ray of light and shadow, flying straight towards the top of the mountain.

When An Yan saw this, Yu Kong followed suit.

When he came to the sky above Taihua Mountain, he suddenly felt that the spiritual energy was stronger than the outside world. Thinking of the feeling just now, he guessed what kind of formation barrier it should be.

Not only that, the entire mountain was completely new compared to the last time An Yan came.

Although Taihua Mountain is a famous mountain in Kyushu, it also belongs to the mountains and forests. The mountain is steep and steep. Except for the two ancient steps for climbing, everything else is covered with strange pines and rocks, making it inaccessible.

This time An Yan looked down from the air and saw a completely different style of the Xian family.

Feiquan Waterfall hangs upside down, and the colorful rainbow bridge crosses the sky. From time to time, there are a few auspicious cranes flying past, hovering in the sky.

Numerous fairy mansions and palaces are hidden among the mountains and forests. On the top of the mountain stands a towering stone gate, with two white jade stone pillars on the left and right, and emerald green ivy like a dragon wrapped around the pillars.

It can be seen that the patches of silver and green between the Tianmen reveal thousands of golden lights, and the bright red blossoms on the vines spurt out thousands of auspicious auras.

There were many people standing inside the Queen of Heaven, most of them disciples wearing the same clothes. If you look closely, there are slight differences in the clothes of these people. Their plain white robes are embroidered with different fairy birds, including cranes, peacocks, blue luan and other colors. Different.

An Yan was shocked when he saw this scene. He thought that he had gained a lot of experience this time. This was the monk's sect!
How many days have passed, did Ping Lanzong directly move his hometown from outside the pass?

The methods of the high-level monks were indeed beyond his imagination.

An Yan and Fu Tang landed in front of a quaint hall.

"Fellow Daoist An, please."

Fu Tang had no intention of going in. An Yan thought for a moment in front of the palace door and walked in slowly.

There were already more than a dozen people in the main hall. Looking around, An Yan found that most of them looked familiar.

It's not that he knows them, but these people all appear in Shen Xiuqing's memory.

Most of them are monks in the Qi realm, and there are only one or two in the spiritual realm, and except for these two spiritual realms, all of them are casual cultivators.

There was a gorgeous woman who made An Yan couldn't help but take a second look. She was wearing a red dress, with her white belly and navel exposed. She was covered with a red veil. Her face couldn't be seen clearly, but it made people think she was an extremely beautiful woman. people.

This person's name is Xue Yan, Shen Xiuqing's fellow junior sister, but his strength is much higher than that of Shen Xiuqing, and he is a major spiritual cultivator.

After all, Shen Xiuqing died at the hands of An Yan, and there was no other news after that day. Seeing this person, An Yan felt worried.

Everyone in the hall also looked over one after another, seeing that An Yan was an unfamiliar face, they all showed curiosity.

The circle of monks in Xuantang was not large. Almost all the monks in an area knew each other, and most of them were friendly.

"This fellow Taoist is a bit unfamiliar." Someone took the initiative to ask with a smile.

An Yan thought to himself that since the Pinglan Sect had come to his door, there was no need to hide his identity, so he held his hands and said, "I'm An Yan, I met all the Taoist brothers not long after I first arrived in Chang'an."

"Are you just An Yan?" A slightly surprised female voice sounded from the crowd, and the others fell silent.

It was Xue Yan, the woman in red dress, who spoke.

An Yan felt a headache coming on, so he forced himself to raise his hands and said, "Exactly, do you know this fairy?"

Xue Yan looked at An Yan with her eyes, and then chuckled: "I heard someone say that."

An Yan took advantage of the situation and asked, "I'm just a nobody, I don't know who the fairy listened to?"

Xue Yan chuckled lightly and said, "You are not a nobody."

An Yan: "..."

When everyone present heard this, they looked at An Yan with strange eyes.

At this time, Xue Yan's voice appeared in An Yan's mind: "Uncle is Yu Jingtang, father-in-law is a man who has been advised by others, and they are all the favorite ministers of His Majesty the Emperor, any one of their identities is enviable. "

An Yan immediately responded with his spiritual consciousness: "The fairy knows me so well, how dare I ask the fairy about my honor?"

"Snow geese."

"I wonder where Fairy Xueyan learned about my identity?"

"It is not difficult for people who want to understand you to understand you."

When An Yan wanted to ask again, Xue Yan remained silent, and several people entered the hall one after another, and then a man in a plain white robe with black kite embroidered on it walked in.

"I am Qu Zipei, who has taken up the post of deacon and elder. Fellow Taoists, welcome to the Pinglan Sect!"

He waved his hand gently, and a dozen short futon tables appeared out of thin air in the two rows on the left and right of the main hall. On top of the low tables, there were tea and fruits that made people feel the rich aura.

"Please take a seat first."

Xue Yan and another spiritual-level man sat at the left and right seats as a matter of course. If they didn't sit there, no one else would dare to sit there.

An Yan didn't compete with others and sat at the bottom of the table.

"I, the Pinglan Sect, was born in the Yanyang Prefecture of the Immortal Qin Dynasty and have been a sect for thousands of years. I am here for the first time. I just want to make friends with you. These can be regarded as a meeting gift for you."

After Qu Zipei finished speaking, another vial appeared out of thin air on the low table in front of everyone.

"Concentrating Heart Pill... This spirit pattern is a hundred-refined spirit pill!" Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.

The so-called hundred-refined elixir means that when refining the elixir, before condensing it into elixir, it is re-tempered with spiritual fire hundreds of times, so that it can exert a higher efficacy than usual.

On top of the hundred refining elixir, there are thousands of refining elixirs, and even ten thousand refining elixirs!

However, there are very few monks in Xuantang, and there are even fewer monks who know how to refine medicine, make talismans, and refining weapons. The Hundred Refining Spiritual Pill is already extremely rare. Generally, only Xuanzhen and Qingyang This kind of tradition only exists.

The Concentrating Heart Pill is an extremely suitable elixir before the Fate Realm, it has the effect of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the vitality, and enhancing the consciousness of the gods in a short period of time.

There are ten in the vial.

Many people praised him, saying that he was worthy of being a great sect outside the Guan Dynasty for making such a generous move. Xue Yan and the spiritual monk both expressed their thanks.

After checking it out, An Yan thought to herself, is there such a thing as free prostitution?
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