Xianhong Road

Chapter 459 Returning to Northern Qin Dynasty

Yang Fan asked Shi Qianhan to take his place, and he blended into the night alone, shuttling through Sanling Mountain without anyone noticing.

The structure of Sanling Mountain is somewhat different from Tianyuan.

The original shape of this sea fortress was originally a real mountain, and there were a lot of spar mines inside the mountain peak.

The spar here is a kind of jade with low purity, and its quality is also very mixed.

After several generations of refining, it gradually formed the current Sanling Mountain, which can be driven in the boundless sea.

According to Yang Fan's knowledge, there are three or four Confucian sects on this "San Ling Mountain", with the "Three Sages Sect" as the head, and the other three are second-rate sects, which can only be regarded as subsidiary sects of the "Three Sages Sect".

The combined strength of several Confucian sects headed by Sanxian Sect cannot be underestimated.

Walking to a certain mountain depression, Yang Fan closed his eyes and focused his attention, his soul root roamed the earth and merged into the earth in an instant.

The senses control the entire Sanling Mountain, making the layers of restrictions and formations on this sea fortress look like nothing.

Of course, there are also two or three secret places, including a secret room, which are difficult to penetrate even with Yang Fan's senses.

"This 'Three Sages' Sect' is a top-notch faction in the Inner Sea, and its strength should not be underestimated. Most of them have late-stage monks sitting in it. I'd better be careful."

Yang Fan put away his contempt.

After a moment.

"Huh? Why didn't I find Shi Yao's aura..."

Yang Fan was taken aback.

His omniscient senses had already controlled the entire island, but he couldn't find Deng Shiyao's aura.

He frowned and searched more carefully.

A more detailed search can be accurate to everyone's appearance and demeanor, and even the male and female of mosquitoes and ants can be distinguished.

At a certain moment, Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat and he stopped searching.

Swish~~
He was like a ray of weightless breeze, no one could see him, sneaking towards a certain cave in Sanling Mountain.

Along the way, he was cautious, and if there were high-level powerhouses nearby, he would slow down.

In the hidden state, if he moves too fast, he will inevitably show his flaws, and may be discovered by high-ranking monks.

After half a cup of tea.

It is located in the north of the middle of Sanling Mountain, outside a secluded cave.

Standing beside the cave, Yang Fan clearly sensed the prohibition formations set up around the cave.

He was just about to try to contact the master in the cave.

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking through the air not far away.

A beautiful woman in palace attire floated to the ground and whispered outside the cave: "Sister Shiyao, it's me..."

Yang Fan took a look, and found that this woman was a strong person in the early Yuanying period.

"So it's Sister Nianwei, please come in."

A cool and pleasant voice came, and as soon as the words fell, a slim and beautiful figure that made Yang Fan feel familiar, walked out of the cave.

A figure that is not stained by silt, and a poetic and picturesque temperament.

The only difference is the indifference and calmness between the charms.

shuh~
Taking advantage of the moment when the formation was activated, Yang Fan's entire body merged into the ground, and then sneaked into Deng Shiyao's cave without anyone noticing it.

"Hehe, the layout of this cave is quite exquisite."

Yang Fan was one step ahead of the two of them, and passed through the cave, completely oblivious to what was there.

Sister Nianwei looked around and asked, "Did you sense any changes?"

Deng Shiyao shook her head: "No, is it just sister Nianwei's illusion."

"Maybe." Sister Nianwei sat down with Deng Shiyao.

The two chatted for a while, and sister Nianwei finally got to the point:

"Shiyao, you have been coming to the 'Three Sages' for many years. The Great Elder asked me to ask, how is your 'Taishang Wangqing Jue' practicing?"

Sister Nianwei's smile bloomed.

"Sister Lao Nianwei, in recent years, I have encountered a small bottleneck, and I will be able to break through it soon." Deng Shiyao replied.

"Shi Yao, tell me the truth, are you willing to practice the 'Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue'?"

Nian Wei asked with a serious face, looking directly at Deng Shiyao with her phoenix eyes.

In Deng Shiyao's calm eyes, a gleam of spiritual light bloomed slightly, and then dimmed again, and replied: "Willingly, it is destined."

Nian Wei sighed: "Actually, it's okay if you don't want to. With your aptitude, even if you don't practice the 'Taishang Wangqing Jue', it is not difficult to be promoted to a high-level Nascent Soul."

"What does Sister Nianwei mean?" Deng Shiyao expressed puzzlement.

"Let me just say it straight." Nian Wei said with a smile: "You know, my younger brother has long been in love with you, and he doesn't even think about food and tea. If you are willing to become a dual monk with him, the elders of the sect will also be happy. It's hard to object. After all, he is the most beloved grandson left by the Great Elder, and also the only grandson. In addition, I am fanning the flames, this matter is at least [-]% certain."

Deng Shiyao was silent, there was no wave on her pretty face, and even a faint disgust flashed in her eyes.

"My sister knows that Shiyao doesn't like 'Nian Bing', but he is absolutely sincere to you. And with his cultivation level, he is enough to match you."

Nian Wei continued: "Besides, you are a daughter, although you are a cultivator, but it is too unfair to you to practice such extreme and inhuman techniques as 'Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue'. Marrying Nian Bing, you The road ahead will at least be calm..."

After persuading for a long time, Deng Shiyao remained silent.

Finally, Nian Wei sighed: "You are just too stubborn, what my sister told you just now, you can think about it yourself."

Deng Shiyao was serious and sent Nianwei away from the cave.

Yang Fan was on the side, hearing the conversation between the two clearly, and couldn't help but secretly startled.

Unexpectedly, Deng Shiyao would be in such a situation.

Further, practice the Taishang Wangqing Jue, and from then on, you will be ruthless, just and selfless, which can be said to be inhumane.

Taking a step back, but marrying someone he doesn't like at all, this makes Yang Fan even more nervous.

"No, I must try to change her current situation..."

Yang Fan took a deep breath and secretly calculated.

"Brother Yang, Shi Yao knows you're here."

A faint sigh came, and Deng Shiyao walked back to the cave slowly, as if talking to the air.

"Can you see me?"

Yang Fan's voice echoed softly in the cave.

"I can feel that when you sneaked into the cave, Shiyao felt it." Deng Shiyao smiled again: "The whole cave is under my restraint, Brother Yang has such abilities, I think he has already stepped into the cave. Infancy."

She didn't know Yang Fan's location at all, but she knew that he had come to her cave.

This is an intuition that cannot be described in words.

Perhaps Deng Shiyao has gone beyond common sense after practicing Taishang Wangqing Jue.

"Shiyao, let's meet again after we leave Tianlan Palace." Yang Fan smiled slightly, showing his figure.

"It's really you." A trace of surprise flashed across Deng Shiyao's pretty face, and then she said calmly: "Brother Yang came to me, but for the teleportation formation? Brother, you can rest assured, Shiyao has thoroughly penetrated the ancient teleportation formation, But some materials are still needed, and I hope the elder brother will find them.”

Deng Shiyao took out a jade slip and handed it to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness penetrated into it to investigate these materials.

It is really rare to refine certain materials for the ancient teleportation array. If it weren't for Yang Fan's strong capital now, and his cultivation level is comparable to that of the Nascent Soul, he would probably have found it difficult.

"No problem, I can collect all these materials within a year."

Yang Fan said confidently.

"Congratulations brother, you can return to Beiqin as soon as possible." Deng Shiyao's voice did not change, but looked cold.

"Hehe, I'm not going back alone, Shi Yao should go back with me too."

Yang Fan said casually, as if joking.

"This..." Deng Shiyao showed hesitation, and seemed to be struggling in her heart.

"North Qin is our hometown. You go back to your country of Zhao, and I go back to Yuyang country. There are our friends, relatives, teachers..."

Yang Fan looked at her gently.

"But Shiyao practiced the 'Taishang Wangqing Jue', staying here can forget everything." Deng Shiyao's pretty face was full of determination again.

"Hmph, you are obviously vacillating in your heart, why are you still practicing the 'Taishang Wangqing Jue'?"

Yang Fan said with a mocking face.

"Brother Yang, Shiyao please, let me cultivate with peace of mind." Deng Shiyao showed her begging and vulnerable side for the first time, and the love and hatred in her bright eyes were fleeting.

"No." Yang Fan sneered, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Deng Shiyao like a phantom.

"You..." Deng Shiyao was already in Yang Fan's arms.

"Hehe...you don't have the right to choose. Because you are my wife Yang, I won't let you practice the 'Taishang Wangqing Jue'. If anyone marries you, I will kill him."

Yang Fan's voice seems to be understated, but it is as steady as a mountain, giving people a sense of solidity and admiration.

"What! You don't want to?" Yang Fan's eyes flickered: "In your Confucian etiquette, there is no strict limit on the number of wives and concubines."

"Brother Yang, let Shiyao think about returning to Northern Qin."

Deng Shiyao had no strength to resist, and there was a hint of helplessness on her pretty face.

Yang Fan let her go, and said calmly: "I hope you can think about it carefully. I still have a copy of "Tianru Dafa". The one I got from Tianlan Palace should not be ordinary."

"Heavenly Confucianism and Dafa? This is the lost Confucian classic." Deng Shiyao was amazed, but refused to accept Yang Fan's things.

"Hmph, if you don't want it, you have to." Yang Fan forcefully gave Deng Shiyao "Tianru Dafa".

Deng Shiyao had mixed emotions, and looked at Yang Fan: "I haven't seen you for a few years. The elder brother seems to have changed a lot. How did he become so domineering? If Shiyao refuses to form a dual cultivation couple with you, will you force him?"

Yang Fan pursed his lips slightly: "Why not?"

But he thought to himself: "Shiyao, all of this is for your own good. Even if you are kidnapped, I will tie you back. Otherwise, how can I rest assured if I leave you in the inner sea?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan's coercive and domineering policy gradually untied the knot between him and Deng Shiyao.

Deng Shiyao occasionally showed a smile, maybe it was a smile that had been silent for more than ten years, it looked so sweet.

In this vast sea area, both of them are strangers in a foreign land, leaving aside the feelings between the two, they are both old friends of Bei Qin, so they are very close.

"Brother, it's so late, should you go back, this is Shi Yao's cave?"

At the end of the chat, although Deng Shiyao was a little bit reluctant, she got up to see off the guests.

Yang Fan just walked to the entrance of the cave, his eyes lit up, he stopped suddenly, and said with a smile: "Shi Yao, it's so troublesome to go in and out like this, why don't you let me live in your house, wouldn't that be better?"

Yang Fan obviously had some good intentions.

Deng Shiyao's complexion changed when she heard this, but a dagger appeared in her hand, which was stuck on the snow-white and elegant jade neck, her white teeth were clenched tightly, and she said sullenly: "Brother, if you try to be strong again, Shiyao will die on you before."

(As soon as the update arrives, the plot is overly necessary and a bit dull. Wait until the climax, waiting for an opportunity to explode. As for the monthly pass, it is a fatal magic weapon for any self-motivated author at the starting point.)
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