Xianhong Road

Chapter 659
Nian Wei's expression was solemn, and she suddenly felt that this matter was difficult.

None of the three high-ranking Nascent Souls in front of me looked simple. Hu Fei and Yun Yuxi were both middle-stage Nascent Soul monks, especially the former, whose violent and terrifying aura was no less than that of a late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse.

What really terrified her was that the man in the sapphire brocade robe was actually a real Nascent Soul cultivator.

Yang Fan didn't hide his cultivation, and his aura was relatively restrained. When he sensed it from a distance, he could only be vaguely determined to be a high-level Nascent Soul.

Only when you get closer, you will find that this person's cultivation has reached the level of a great monk in the Nascent Soul Period.

"These three men came to my 'Sanling Mountain' in a menacing way. What is their intention?"

Nian Wei was startled inwardly, and her posture immediately became more respectful.

"Hmph, could it be that the 'Sanxianmen' doesn't welcome guests and sent so many people out because they want to fight?"

Hu Fei put his hands on his hips, said domineeringly, and glared at her several times.

Nian Wei's delicate body couldn't help trembling, when the other party glared at her, she suddenly had the illusion that she was stripped naked, like a helpless lamb.

"Hu Fei, don't be rude. We came to Sanling Mountain to ask for help from others."

Yang Fan said lightly.

Hu Fei snorted, restrained his breath, and said nothing more.

Nian Wei breathed a sigh of relief, the palace dress on her back was almost soaked, and she felt the horror of that monkey-haired monster.

And this monkey-haired eccentric, he obeyed the elegant young man beside him, and the way he looked at the leader made her guess the identity of this person.

"Dare to ask the three, your surname and name."

Nian Wei asked cautiously.

At this time, the other two Nascent Souls, ten or twenty high-level Golden Cores, did not dare to make a sound, and there was a dead silence on the field.

Only Nian Wei bit the bullet and spoke.

"My surname is Yang." Yang Fan just said indifferently. He didn't have any affection for Nianwei, and even had a little disgust.

At the beginning, in Deng Shiyao's cave residence, he heard this woman talk about matchmaking with his own ears, persuading Shiyao to marry his younger brother Nian Bing.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Yang." Nian Wei forced a smile: "If the three of you have something to do, you can go to the 'Sanling Mountain' and let the elder of my sect come out to discuss with you."

"Right on my mind."

Yang Fan nodded, and followed Nianwei and others into Sanling Mountain.

When he revisited his old place, he was overwhelmed with emotion.

At the same time, the senses of the soul root merged to control the entire Sanling Mountain, and Deng Shiyao was not found.

Yang Fan was slightly disappointed.

Not long after, Nian Wei arranged Yang Fan and the three of them into a hall.

"The three will be later, my little girl will invite the elder."

Nian Wei bowed and said goodbye.

It wasn't until she walked out of the hall that Nian Wei was relieved of her burden, and hurriedly got up to look for the elder of the Sanxian sect.

Quickly came to a secluded cave in Sanling Mountain, took out a white jade talisman, broke the restriction, and walked in quickly.

Inside the cave, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant. A majestic purple-robed old Confucian cultivator, holding a ruler, is imparting knowledge to a white-faced Confucian student.

"Sister, why are you here?"

The white-faced Confucian scholar got up quickly and said in surprise.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator calmed down slightly, glanced at Nian Wei, and asked, "Wei'er, why are you so flustered?"

In his words, the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator blamed him a little. They are all Yuanying-level monks, but they are not calm at all in their dealings.

"Grandpa, there are three mysterious Nascent Soul cultivators who have descended on Sanling Mountain suddenly, and they are so fierce that I can't handle it..."

Nian Wei said anxiously.

"Isn't it the three Nascent Soul monks, what are you afraid of?"

The face of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator sank.

"Grandpa, among those three people, there is a Nascent Soul cultivator whose strength is unfathomable..."

Nian Wei quickly explained.

"Cultivator Yuanying?" The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator turned serious and asked, "What's that man's name?"

"He called himself surnamed Yang."

"Surname Yang?" Zipao old Confucian Xiu Xiu's brows jumped suddenly, his spiritual sense swept Sanling Mountain, and he said in surprise: "It seems to be him!!"

"Grandpa, do you know him?"

Nian Wei said in surprise.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator suddenly raised his hand, and a picture scroll appeared in front of him. In the picture, there was a refined young man holding a jade flute with an indifferent expression.

"it's him……"

Nian Wei exclaimed, and immediately recognized the identity of the man in the painting, who was the Great Nascent Soul Cultivator whom he had received not long ago.

"Grandpa, this painting is too realistic. Who wrote it?"

Nian Wei stared at the picture scroll, her bright eyes sparkling brightly.

Many Confucian monks are good at calligraphy and painting, and she is also a master of it, but after seeing this painting, she can't help but admire it.

"It's just that, although the man in this painting is lifelike, just like a real person, but the charm is too indifferent."

Nianwei frowned again.

The difference between Yang Fan and the man in the painting lies in the charm, the expression of the latter is too cold.

"Since it is a painting, it naturally expresses people's feelings and paranoia."

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator smiled lightly.

"Then who made this painting?"

Nian Wei was still curious and couldn't help asking again and again.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator did not answer, put away the painting, and murmured: "She told me that if the person in this painting comes to look for her in the future, don't tell me where she is going."

"is her……"

Nian Wei exclaimed.

The white-faced Confucian scholar suddenly understood when he heard the words, and a gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Grandpa, is the person in this painting the man Shiyao loved deeply before she practiced the 'Taishang Wangqing Jue', but now that person is Found Sanling Mountain."

"Yes, it is this person." The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator nodded and said, "It's just that I didn't expect him to cultivate to the late Yuanying stage."

"Late Yuanying period?" The white-faced Confucian scholar clasped his hands tightly, his eyes trembled, and his face was full of fear and unwillingness.

"Huh, what about the late Yuanying period? My Sanling Mountain is headed by the 'Sanxianmen', and there are four major Confucian sects sitting in the town. There are more than a dozen Yuanying strongmen, and the other high-ranking one or two hundred people, how can I be afraid of him? personal?"

The eyes of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator were as sharp as a sword, and he was not angry. A powerful aura flashed through the cave, making Nian Wei and the white-faced Confucian scholar feel a chill in their hearts.

When the white-faced Confucian scholar heard the words, he smiled slightly: "Grandfather, I, the 'Three Virtuous Sect', is the number one Confucian sect in the Inner Sea, how can I let him wait for two or three high-ranking Nascent Souls to come and play wild, you must make them look good."

"Nian Bing, don't be arrogant, Shi Yao has already cultivated the 'Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue' to a level that no one has been able to match for thousands of years, and it is irreversible."

Nian Wei warned solemnly, her mind should be more careful and calm.

It turns out that this white-faced Confucian scholar is her younger brother Nian Bing, who once loved Deng Shiyao to reminisce about the old days. Before that, Nian Wei had tried many times to persuade Deng Shiyao to give up the "Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue" and form a dual practice couple with his younger brother Nian Bing, but all ended in failure.

Even at this moment, Nian Bing still has a little obsession in his heart, and he is not willing to rest assured. Hearing that the man Deng Shiyao loved so much before has arrived at "Sanling Mountain", how can he not feel hostile.

"Hehe, I want to meet this person in person, to see what kind of ability he has, so that a rare woman like Shi Yao can't forget him all the time."

A smile appeared on the corner of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator's mouth.

"Grandpa, you..." Nian Wei hesitated to speak.

"Nianwei, you are very considerate in everything you do. Grandpa understands that." The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator stroked his beard and smiled, "However, looking at the inner sea of ​​Tianqin, I, the 'Three Virtuous Sect', no longer need to be afraid of any forces and strong men."

Nian Wei pondered and remained silent, while Nian Bing showed joy: "Grandpa, you want to seek justice for Shi Yao, my child is very disgusted with such a person who has no human feelings."

"Don't worry, you all come with me."

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator was full of confidence, and left the cave with Nian Bing and Nian Wei.

The three of Yang Fan waited in the hall for a long time, but no one came to receive them.

"Boss Yang, we've been sitting here for a long time, but no one came to talk to us. Didn't the 'Three Sages' take us seriously?"

Hu Fei couldn't hold back, stood up abruptly, grinned and said, "If that's the case, don't blame Mr. Hu for tearing down his island."

"Be safe and don't be impatient." Yang Fan said calmly, "It's only half a cup of tea."

Yun Yuxi smiled, her eyes were quiet and soft, she was also not in a hurry, she pursed her lips and said with a light smile, "Since you arrived in the inner sea, you have been so impatient."

Indeed, there is nothing more appropriate to describe Hu Fei as monkey anxious.

Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words, and almost laughed out loud.

Just as the two were joking, footsteps came from outside, and a total of seven or eight people walked in, all of them Nascent Soul strongmen.

Among them, walking in the front is a majestic purple-robed old Confucian cultivator. There is a man and a woman next to him. Their facial contours are somewhat similar. They are obviously brothers. Naturally, they are brothers and sisters Nian Bing and Nian Wei.

Yang Fan glanced lightly, and immediately guessed the identities of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator and the white-faced scholar.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator glanced at the three of them coldly, but still couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

Any one of the three of Yang Fan would be extremely eye-catching, let alone three of them together.

The white-faced Confucian scholar Nian Bing had a hostile expression on his face. When he looked at the three of them, he was quickly attracted by Yun Yuxi's natural beauty, his heartbeat accelerated slightly, and the hostility in his heart turned into strong unwillingness and jealousy:
Why is God so unfair? ?
Why is this person so blessed, not only can he be deeply loved by Confucian women like Deng Shiyao, but he can also have such a perfect Taoist companion by his side?
Nian Bing is full of jealousy, unwillingness, and anger and hostility.

Thoughts swirled in his mind, his eyes suddenly lit up at a certain moment, and he came up with a plan, applauded secretly, his eyebrows brightened.

Most of Yang Fan's mind was looking at the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator who was also a great monk of Yuanying.

"Yang is just an ordinary passer-by. He came to Sanling Mountain just to ask for one thing, and he won't stay for a long time. Why does Guishan need to mobilize teachers and mobilize people? Is this the way to welcome guests?"

Yang Fan stood up, glanced at the seven or eight high-ranking Nascent Souls on the field, and spoke peacefully.

By doing this, Sanling Mountain obviously wanted to oppress Yang Fan and the other three in terms of prestige.

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. Only in this way can I show the grand welcome of my 'Sanling Mountain' to distinguished guests from afar. Besides, as your Excellency, the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, you will be regarded as a distinguished guest anywhere in the Inner Sea."

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator had a serious expression on his face, and said righteously and solemnly.

Yang Fan murmured to himself: This Confucian monk really likes this, and he must put himself on the moral high ground in everything he does.

"Yang is not talking nonsense, straight to the point, I am here to visit the 'Three Sages', just to inquire about one person—"

"Stop!" The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator interrupted Yang Fan abruptly: "I know who you want to inquire about, but with all due respect, I have made a promise before, and I will never reveal her whereabouts."

"If Fellow Daoists have no other questions, Sanling Mountain doesn't welcome you either, and see you off—"

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator waved his sleeves lightly, signaling to see off the guests, with a gesture of sweeping the floor out.

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, did this old guy deliberately embarrass the three of them?
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