kill the immortal

Chapter 18 18, Fairy!

Master Xuanyi, why did she appear here?

In an instant, An Yan's thoughts turned a thousand times. He thought of everything that happened in the past two days, and uneasiness surged into his heart.

He quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

There was no movement in the room, the door would make a sound when it was opened and closed normally, but there was no sound when Master Xuanyi came in.

An Yan had a faint feeling that this real person Xuanyi was not as simple as what outsiders said, he only practiced the kung fu of "cultivating mind and character".

Even an experienced court physician has never seen that strange red fruit, so it must be something extraordinary!

So what is she plotting for herself?
An Yan couldn't figure it out, but just as his eyes were closed tightly and his heart was disturbed, he suddenly heard a clear voice.

"If you're awake, why pretend to be asleep?"

An Yan was startled, opened his eyes and sat up in a sudden turn of his thoughts, and pressed one hand on the pillow, under which was hidden a short dagger for body protection.

"Real man." He said with a calm expression.

However, when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that this real Xuanyi was not standing there, her feet were hovering in the air a few inches above the ground!
She is a fairy... no, she is a monk!

Master Xuanyi lightly raised one hand, and the short dagger under the pillow that An Yan pressed suddenly cut through the cloth and flew out, falling into her hand.

"I saved your life, but you want to kill me?"

This made An Yan instantly aware of the gap in strength between the two. In front of such an extraordinary existence, he should have no power to resist.

An Yan said slowly: "A real person visits late at night, which makes people suspicious. I usually put the dagger under my pillow for self-defense, and it's not aimed at real people."

The dagger flew out from Master Xuanyi's hand again, and landed on the table smoothly.

An Yan was afraid that this was the first time he saw such a scene, as if he was dreaming, if it wasn't for the awe-inspiring attire in front of him, he would have thought he had met a female ghost.

"You are in the prime minister's mansion, and you are the nephew of the prime minister, who would have any ill will towards you?" Master Xuanyi said.

"Or, what sinful things have you done that you need such a sharp weapon for protection?"

Under the veil, it is impossible to see her face clearly, but it should be as cold as her voice. Her eyes that are like a deep pool are calm and panic-stricken, as if they can see through a person completely.

An Yan's voice was still calm: "The real person is joking. I encountered robbers when I came down to Luoyang. It was a very bad time. With this dagger, I can sleep more peacefully."

Master Xuanyi just looked at him, the whisk in his hand was as white as snow, hanging in mid-air, condescending.

"The third red fruit, you didn't eat it, did you?"

"If I eat it, I won't know what happened tonight?" An Yan asked back.

Master Xuanyi looked at the young man in front of him, and was surprised by his calmness and composure.

"You are really not afraid of death."

"The real person is merciful, I don't think he will kill me." An Yan said slowly.

"If the real person wants to get something from me, just tell me the truth, why bother, I can actively cooperate with the real person, in order to repay the real person for saving his life."

An Yan's words were sincere, and he didn't see a trace of guilt or panic in his eyes. Even the real Xuanyi, who has keen senses, couldn't see any falsehood. If he hadn't stood up and touched the dagger subconsciously at the beginning, she might really have believed An Yan.

"Are you really going to cooperate with me?" Master Xuanyi asked.

An Yan thought for a while and said, "I am also a greedy person, so I will do my best other than that."

Master Xuanyi nodded lightly, and said, "Are you going to get married?"

An Yan was a little surprised, but considering that the other party had appeared in Wenren's Mansion, it was not surprising to know about it. Besides, she was the Queen of Heaven's servant, and she was also a hand-eye in Luoyang Ying.

It seems that Xuan Tang, who explicitly prohibits practice, is not all like this secretly.

Master Xuanyi said: "After you get married, you can't consummate the marriage with your wife."

An Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, this request really surprised him.

"Why?"

"If not, your wife will die."

"..."

An Yan looked at Master Xuanyi with a strange gaze, could this woman be...

Master Xuanyi looked at his eyes and guessed what he was thinking, and suddenly snorted coldly, which shocked An Yan's spirit and made her head ache.

"You have a special physique, Wenren Jinping is just an ordinary woman, your Yuan Yang will kill her."

Physique...Yuanyang...

An Yan thought about the meaning of these two words. He had read many martial arts novels and comprehension novels in his previous life, so he knew the meaning.

Is this woman worried about Wenren Jinping?
She haunts Wenren's mansion, and seems to have some friendship with Wenren's family, it is normal to think so.

No... not right!
That prescription, that red fruit!
She wants her own Yuanyang!
An Yan calmed down in an instant, he got up from the bed, and looked at the tall female crown hanging in the air in front of him.

This kind of thing made him quickly think of another word, the art of nourishing.

Did something happen in the previous two nights...

An Yan didn't know clearly, but he felt that his doubts were nine out of ten. At this moment, he didn't feel fear, but suddenly felt that the world in front of him suddenly opened up.

"Really, is my physique good or bad?" He asked.

"Is there any difference to you?" Master Xuanyi said indifferently. "You live in this world, three disasters and six diseases, birth, old age, sickness and death have nothing to do with your constitution."

"Is that good for real people?" An Yan asked again.

Master Xuanyi's eyes moved slightly, and she felt that this person was extremely intelligent, and she could probably guess many things that she didn't say clearly.

And just as she was thinking, An Yan suddenly bowed to her solemnly.

"Whatever the real person wants, just take it from me, and I hope the real person can accept me as a disciple and teach me how to practice!"

An Yan felt that this was an extremely rare opportunity, and Xiuxian asked, who would not want to live forever?Who doesn't read?
Xuan Tang strictly forbids practice, but the person next to Tianhou is a monk, everyone is unavoidable from the fear of death, and they all have the desire to live forever!
Although this is a world where extraordinary power exists, but if you miss the opportunity in Xuantang, you don't know when you want to meet the monk again.

Master Xuanyi didn't expect that An Yan would come out suddenly, so he couldn't help but let out an incomprehensible smile.

It was the first time An Yan felt other emotions from her.

"Cultivation is a capital offense, don't you know?" Master Xuanyi said with a cold voice again.

"Isn't the real person still alive and well?"

"I don't accept male disciples, besides you are the nephew of Master Yu and the son-in-law of Wen's family."

An Yan still stood there with his head bowed, and he could hear the continuation in the other party's voice.

Master Xuanyi looked at An Yan for a long time, his quiet eyes flickering.

She thought to herself: The period of the annual tribute is less than two months. Even if I enter the spiritual realm, I am afraid that it will be difficult to suppress the extreme yang poison. If this child can learn the method of cultivation and practice the technique of dual cultivation, that is also for me. Can be much more convenient.

"If you are obedient, I can teach you some Qi training methods."

An Yan took a deep breath, forced herself to be calm, bowed her head and said, "Thank you, Master!"

At this time, Master Xuanyi turned his hand, and in his palm appeared a bright red fruit, the color was extremely bright, as if painted on it.

An Yan saw at a glance that it was very similar to the red fruit, but the difference was that he had eaten shriveled persimmon-like fruits before, but this one in Xuanyi's hand was full of flesh, presumably filled with juice.

"You didn't listen to my instructions before, so now you can only suffer a little bit. Although the power of this red scorpion fruit will not kill you, it can also make you unable to get out of bed for a few days. If you eat it, you will be completely reborn and washed away. foul air."

The blood-red fruit slowly floated in front of An Yan. An Yan looked at Master Xuanyi, took the fruit with both hands, and opened his mouth to bite on its plump flesh.

The moment the juice flowed into his throat, An Yan felt as if he was in the center of a storm. It was difficult to open his eyes and breathe. There was an unprecedented feeling. There seemed to be a wave of energy wandering in his body. This energy was uncontrollable, like insects under his skin walk through.

The red fruit with only one bite fell from his hand to the ground, invisible force locked his eyelids tightly, and a strong drowsiness swept over him in an instant, and An Yan fell to the ground with a plop.

Daoist Xuanyi waved his whisk, raised his slender hand slightly, An Yan's body flew towards the bed by itself, and landed steadily.

She found another transparent glazed pot in her hand, the style is really beautiful, and this glazed pot fell on the ground beside the bed where An Yan was lying.

At this moment, Master Xuanyi turned his head and looked out the window.

The moon is bright.

The sound of water gurgling.

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