Xianhong Road

Chapter 386
"Seven Fragrant Jade Soul Flute... A token of love..." Deng Shiyao felt a thunderbolt coming from the blue sky, her eyes darkened, her delicate body softened, and she fell unconscious.

"Shi Yao!"

Yang Fan's complexion changed drastically, he exclaimed, and in a hurry, he hugged her.

The reason why he hesitated just now and didn't really want to meet was because he was worried that the other party would be sad.

But Yang Fan still didn't expect that this incident would hit Deng Shiyao so hard. After learning the truth, Deng Shiyao was heartbroken and passed out directly.

"Not good, Junior Sister Deng!"

The young man in blue yelled, and the Confucian Golden Core monks came to their senses and rushed over quickly.

"Let go of Junior Sister Deng, what have you done to her!"

The young man in blue roared, a surge of righteousness surged from his body, and he pressed towards Yang Fan.

Swish!

The old man in the Confucian robe has been promoted to the late Jindan stage or above, his figure flashed, and he flashed in front of Yang Fan in an instant, and said with burning eyes: "Put down Junior Sister Deng, if not, even if you try to violate the laws and regulations of Tianru Island, the old man I'll do it to you too."

At the same time, a more pure and majestic aura came from the old man in the Confucian robe, which put a lot of pressure on Yang Fan.

shhhhhh!
The other three Jindan Confucian monks flew over one after another and surrounded Yang Fan.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her."

Yang Fan sighed lightly. Surrounded by these four golden elixirs, he didn't panic at all, but felt ashamed and hurt on his face.

At the same time, he raised one hand, put it on Deng Shiyao's forehead, and tapped it twice.

"I……"

Deng Shiyao Shi Shiran woke up, saw Yang Fan for the first time, and immediately broke away from his arm, trembling slightly, shaking the jade pendant.

Yang Fan wanted to help her, but was pushed away by Deng Shiyao, she just stared at Yang Fan with cold eyes, the tears in her eyes evaporated instantly: "You go, don't come to see me again... don't even think about going back to Beiqin, next time if See you, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Her voice became colder and colder, and finally the word "ruthless" was cold to the bone.

call out--

Deng Shiyao turned around resolutely, her phoenix eyes were filled with indifference, she stepped on a ray of white light, flying into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Junior Sister Deng!" The blue-clothed youth exclaimed, and immediately chased after her.

"Lan Yu, keep an eye on Junior Sister Deng, don't let her do something stupid."

The old man in the Confucian robe transmitted sound to the young man in blue.

Immediately, his gaze was like a sword, and he stared at Yang Fan coldly: "Since you have no intentions for her, you should end it from now on, and don't come to 'Sanxianmen' to look for Junior Sister Deng in the future."

"Three Virtuous Sect?" Yang Fan was slightly surprised. He heard Xu Li talk about the overall situation of Tianqin Inner Sea a few days ago. Big pie.

"Okay, I'm also relieved that Shi Yao can join the 'Three Sages'."

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he was ready to leave.

"Wait." The elegant female cultivator next to the old man in the Confucian robe stopped Yang Fan.

"What advice does the girl have?" Yang Fan asked.

"I saw you taking out a jade flute when you and Shiyao had a private discussion just now..." Nvxiu Xiuya hesitated to speak.

"You mean, the Seven Fragrance Jade Soul Flute?" Yang Fan admired the vision of this Confucian female cultivator.

"It's really the Seven Fragrance Jade Soul Flute!" The Confucian female cultivator was full of surprises, and asked in puzzlement: "Why is this precious Confucian musical instrument in the hands of a man like you? I thought you were going to give it to Shi Yao .”

"No, it was a gift from a confidant of Yang's." Yang Fan was honest.

The Confucian female cultivator suddenly realized that the hostility in her eyes was a little less: "So, no woman who loves music theory can resist the charm of the Seven Fragrance Jade Soul Flute, and its owner is a strange woman in the world. The woman put This item is given to you, which shows his friendship and intentions..."

Yang Fan nodded: "It's good that you understand, I hope to enlighten Shi Yao after I go back."

"Alas..." The Confucian female cultivator sighed softly: "No Confucian or Taoist cultivator knows about the legend of the Seven Fragrance Jade Soul Flute? Is there any reason why Junior Sister Deng doesn't know? Absolutely hurt."

Yang Fan chatted with this Confucian female cultivator for a while, then took his leave and left.

Looking at Yang Fan's leaving back, the Confucian female cultivator sighed softly: "It's a pity... the Seven Fragrance Jade Soul Flute fell into the hands of a man outside the Confucian sect."

The eyes of the Confucian robed old man flickered: "The Seven Fragrance Jade Soul Flute is a sacred relic of Confucianism and Taoism. How can outsiders be allowed to touch it? This physics should belong to Confucianism and Taoism. After returning, we should report it to the elders of the sect."

"It's just Shiyao..." The Confucian female cultivator hesitated.

"Junior Sister Deng is a rare genius in my 'Three Virtuous Sect' for hundreds of years. She is the only strange woman who can compete with that Nangong Yixue. The elders of the sect have placed great hopes on her. Just now that kid was so heartless. Say, isn't it a good thing?"

"How do you say that?" The Confucian female cultivator was puzzled.

The old man in the Confucian robe lowered his voice and said: "This is a secret. Junior Sister Deng is a rare 'Qinghe Jade Body', and she can practice the supreme secret code 'Taishang Wangqing Jue' passed down from ancient times by the Sanxian Sect! Cultivating this supreme secret code not only requires a special physique and superhuman talent, but also a just and selfless heart, which must be ruthless and forgetful..."

"Ah! This is too cruel for Junior Sister Deng..."

Knowing the truth, the Confucian female cultivator turned pale.

Yang Fan entered the dilapidated hut with some loss and pain, and returned to the "Purple Heaven Palace" in a flash.

"You are back, the old man is going to go to the second and third floors to have a look."

Guan Song said with a smile.

"Second and third floors?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback. After coming here for a few days, he just stayed on the first floor and didn't go to other places.

"That's right. The Purple Heaven Hall is divided into three floors. The first floor is mainly for trading elixirs and jade slips. The second floor is for all kinds of materials, and the third floor is for magic weapons and other props." Guan Song explained.

"I see." Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief, no wonder he had never met Deng Shiyao and others before this.

"Senior, I have basically collected the materials I need, and I want to go shopping around by myself to see if there is anything I need."

Yang Fan and Guan Song parted ways temporarily, and began wandering around Zitian Temple.

After a while, he came to the second floor, where he saw all sorts of strange materials.

Some of the materials here are almost invisible in the Northern Qin Dynasty.

When Yang Fan saw those who were tempted, he would buy some, including materials for alchemy and weapon refining.

Later, he took a fancy to the precious materials of two top-level magic weapons of the refiner, and spent some money to buy them.

As time passed, Yang Fan stayed in Zitian Temple for a total of four or five days. He bought all the materials he needed, including poisons and materials for refining poisons.

At this time, Yang Fan had already started thinking about leaving.

"You wait another day, the old man still has one thing that has not been traded. After the wait is over, I will take you to several other places on Tianru Island to increase your horizons."

Yang Fan had no choice but to nod. In the past few days in Zitian Temple, he also made friends with several people, most of whom were Jindan experts.

There is also a high-ranking Nascent Soul, and Yang Fan also knew the white-haired old man who traded longevity pills from him.

This Nascent Soul elder was surnamed Gu, lived for more than 900 years, and his cultivation was close to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, so he should be on par with the Great Elder Ye of Tianyuanyuan.

When mentioning that he was the elder of Tianyuan, the white-haired old man with the ancient surname said in surprise: "You Daoist Ye and I are old acquaintances, and we have some friendship."

They are all Nascent Soul monsters who have lived for thousands of years, so it is normal for them to be familiar with each other.

The white-haired old man with the ancient surname sighed: "You Daoist Ye is almost a hundred years older than me. He should have lived for about a thousand years. A thousand years of life, this is almost the limit of a monk in the early stage of Yuanying."

"A thousand years is the limit?" Yang Fan was a little puzzled.

"Cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage have about 1000 to 500 years of lifespan. 1000 years is for early-stage monks. Of course, if you change to some monks who practice wood-based skills, your lifespan will be 200 years longer than that of the same level. It's about a year. If there is a hidden disease on the body during the millennium, it's another matter." The white-haired old man with the ancient surname explained.

"So that's how it is." Yang Fan also understood that the limit of longevity turned countless monks into loess, including those with great supernatural powers.

If there is enough longevity, even if the talent is not against the sky, any monk can hope to stabilize the Golden Core Nascent Soul, or even reach a higher level...

Yang Fan couldn't help feeling thankful that when he first started practicing Xianhong Jue, his lifespan was twice that of ordinary people of the same level.

However, since entering the seed accumulation period and planting the green seed of life in his body, his physique is as strong as a monster.

As for his own lifespan...Yang Fan probably estimated that it was at least several times, or even ten times, that of monks of the same rank.

Perhaps, his longevity can be compared with monsters.

Calculated according to the lifespan of about 500 years in the Jindan stage, Yang Fan has at least thousands of years of lifespan.

If other monks knew about this, they would probably be jealous.

Since entering the seed accumulation period, Yang Fan has already broken through the limits of ordinary human monks.

"Although I have a lot of lifespan, I must speed up the time to practice. Otherwise, when I return to Beiqin, my relatives, friends, teachers, and disciples have all died. What's the point?" Yang Fan sighed secretly.

"I will strive to refine the mid-grade longevity pill, which can prolong life for at least a hundred years. After returning to Beiqin, I will give it to my relatives and friends."

Yang Fan thought again.

Practicing Xianhong Jue, Yang Fan masters the nature of life, consecrates the flame of purification of the world, can deprive living beings of life and longevity, and make all existence wither or purify.

When he was in Jiuyou Square, Consecration Jingshiyan suddenly deprived Chu Yunhan of 20 years of lifespan.

"Now that I have cultivated to a high level, I don't know how many times stronger than before. I don't know how powerful this 'Consecration and Purification of the World Flame' has."

Yang Fan couldn't help but look forward to it, but this kind of trump card will not be used lightly.

In the future, if he encounters a strong man whose lifespan will be exhausted, he can't beat him, but he can use this as a deterrent.

It was when Yang Fan wandered around the "Purple Heaven Palace" and met several high-ranking fellow Taoists.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable chill, and a cold war broke out in his heart.

Yang Fan's senses are powerful, and he is only one step away from being able to penetrate the world. Any thought that is hostile to him, as long as he is nearby, cannot escape his keen senses.

"This is……"

Yang Fan immediately unfolded his omniscient senses.

Soon, he found the source of that chill.

In a certain corner of the Zitian Temple, a skinny old man with a gutter nose was sitting in a corner, his gaze coldly glanced at Yang Fan.

"Master Yinhun!"

Yang Fan felt a warning sign, and at the same time felt a sense of crisis.

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