A seal of immortality

Chapter 927
Green Bamboo Pavilion, in the attic.

Wang Changsheng and Mu Wanwan were lying naked on the bed, and Mu Wanwan's face was flushed.

"Lady, be a good husband!" Wang Changsheng said with some pride.

"Hey, you are bullying that my cultivation level is not as high as yours. If we are both in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, I may not be your opponent." Mu Wanwan gasped for breath, and said unwillingly.

"If you still don't admit defeat, then let's do it again." Wang Changsheng smiled lightly, turned over and rode on Mu Wanwan. Suddenly, a flame flew in.

"What's going on, didn't you tell him not to introduce anyone to us?" Wang Changsheng said with a frown.

It has been a few months since Tang Fengwu got married. During these few months, five Nascent Soul mid-stage peak monks and one Nascent Soul monk came to visit him, and they all wanted to get a Wanhua plant from him. Year panacea.

Except for Xuan Zhenzi who took out several rare water-attribute materials and exchanged a Wannian Huoyang jujube from Wang Changsheng, everyone else was rejected by Wang Changsheng.

"Who told you to have so many ten-thousand-year elixir in your hand? If it weren't for your strength, I'm afraid they would have come up to snatch it. Husband, do you think there are any cultivators in this world? What if they come to you?" , I'm afraid we are not opponents." Mu Wanwan said with some concern.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng showed a thoughtful expression on his face.

Song Dynasty has rich resources, so it may not be that there are no monks who transform the spirit. If the monks who transform the spirit make a move, even if Wang Changsheng can escape, Mu Wanwan may not be able to escape.

"After meeting this man, I will retreat to refine the Five Elements Talisman Soldiers! Just leave here as soon as possible. If there is a Huashen coming to the door, then we will be in trouble." Wang Changsheng held his chin with one hand, with a solemn expression Said.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of black air, which accurately hit the flame.

The fire suddenly rose, and Tang Xuanji's voice suddenly sounded: "Fellow Daoist Wang, Fellow Daoist Nie from Yinsha Palace wants to see you for something important. I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

"Nie Ming? It's a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator again, so it seems that we can't see him anymore." Wang Changsheng frowned, and hurriedly got out of bed and put on his clothes.

Mu Wanwan raised her eyebrows and quickly got dressed.

Not long after, the two got dressed and walked out of the attic.

Nie Ming and Tang Xuanji were whispering something outside the Green Bamboo Pavilion, when they saw Wang Changsheng, a look of joy flashed across Nie Ming's eyes.

With a flash of his figure, he suddenly appeared in front of Wang Changsheng.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I want to talk to you about some personal matters. Is it convenient for you?" Nie Ming narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

"It's convenient, Fellow Daoist Nie, let's come in and talk!" Wang Changsheng nodded, invited Nie Ming into the room, and activated the restraint.

"Wang Daoyou, I heard from Tang Daoyou that there are quite a few fellow daoists looking for you during this period of time. I wonder if Wang Daoyou still has the ten-thousand-year elixir? I am willing to exchange a batch of rare materials with you, including spirit stones and magic weapons." Nie Ming's expression was serious, and he said seriously.

"You Daoyou Nie misunderstood. The ten thousand year elixir in my hand is gone. It has been replaced by Master Ziyang and Xuan Zhenzi. If you still want the ten thousand year elixir, you can go to them!" Wang Changsheng shook his head, Said lightly.

Nie Ming raised his brows, pondered for a while, took out a storage bag from his arms, and dropped it down. After the rays of the sun swept away, a lot of things appeared on the ground, golden ore with aura and blue light shining The spiritual wood, the yellow spar with the yellow light on the surface...
Wang Changsheng glanced at the things on the ground, a little moved, but then thought of something and shook his head.

Nie Ming took out a yellow wooden box from his arms, on which were pasted two talisman seals.

He handed the wooden box to Wang Changsheng, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Wang, add a section of the rhizome of the Immortal Creation Vine to these things, after all, it can be exchanged for a ten thousand year elixir!"

"Good Fortune Immortal Vine!" Wang Changsheng's face was a little moved. He opened the wooden box and saw that there was a blue rhizome about a foot long inside. Wood attribute aura.

In the legend, the fairy vine is a spiritual creature born from the beginning of the world. Whether it is the spiritual flower or the spiritual fruit, they all have great supernatural powers that ignore the laws of the world.It is an existence against the sky, and only one or two good fortune spirits will be born in one interface, which is very rare.

Wang Changsheng picked up the blue rhizome, put it in his nose and sniffed it lightly, he felt a shock. He had only read the written records of the Immortal Creation Vine in the classics, but he hadn't really seen it before, but from the pureness contained in this rhizome From the perspective of wood attribute aura, even if it is not the rhizome of the fairy vine, it is also the rhizome of some kind of rare spiritual wood, which is more than ten thousand years old.

Wang Changsheng directly put the blue rhizome into his arms, turned his palm, and a red jade box appeared in his hand, and handed it to Nie Ming.

Nie Ming opened the lid of the box and glanced over, his face showing ecstasy, turned and left without saying a word.

Wang Changsheng walked out of the attic, came to Tang Xuanji, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Tang, I will be in seclusion for more than ten years. I hope that during this period, I will not bring anyone to see me. Otherwise, I will have to leave the capital."

"That's right, people come to visit my husband every now and then, disturbing our lives and causing us great inconvenience." Mu Wanwan echoed.

Tang Xuanji smiled mischievously, and was about to say something when a piercing scream came from his arms.

He frowned, took out a silver jade plate from his bosom, and hit several formulas on it, the silver light flashed, and Tang Tianming's voice suddenly sounded: "Second brother, there is a male monk who claims to be an old acquaintance of Daoist Wang I want to meet Wang Daoyou, see?"

After hearing this, Tang Xuanji looked at Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng frowned, pondered for a while, nodded and said, "Old acquaintance? Forget it, bring him here! After seeing this person, I will retreat."

Tang Xuanji nodded, and said in a low voice, "Seventh Brother, take him to the Green Bamboo Pavilion."

"Husband, do you know any Nascent Soul monks in Song Dynasty? Why haven't I heard you mention it?" Mu Wanwan turned her beautiful eyes and asked curiously.

Wang Changsheng recalled it carefully, shook his head, and said, "I didn't know the Nascent Soul cultivator in the Song Dynasty. Maybe this person just wanted to meet me under the guise of an old acquaintance, and it would be clear when he saw him."

Not long after, Tang Tianming brought a man in white with good features and a white face and beard to Qingzhuxuan.

Judging from the aura of the man in white, he was clearly a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Wang Changsheng looked the man in white up and down, but he couldn't remember where he had seen the man in white.

"I don't know what to call this fellow Taoist?" Wang Changsheng cupped his hands at the man in white and said.

The man in white stretched out his hand to scratch his face and tore off a human skin mask. The silver light on the surface of the human skin mask kept flowing. It was a rare mask magic weapon.

After the man in white took off the human skin mask, a beautiful face appeared in front of Wang Changsheng.

"Bing'er." Wang Changsheng's expression changed, and he said in surprise.

The man in white is none other than Murong Bing.

Murong Bing bit her red lips tightly with her white teeth, and there were tears in her beautiful eyes. She smiled at Wang Changsheng and said, "Wang Daoyou, I haven't seen you for many years. Is it convenient to come in and talk about it in detail? My little sister has something that I want to talk to Wang Changsheng back then." Ask clearly."

Wang Changsheng's expression was a little gloomy, and he said to Tang Xuanji: "Fellow Daoist Tang, please stay away for a while, I have some private matters to discuss with this fairy in detail."

Tang Xuanji nodded, glanced at Murong Bing, and left with Tang Tianming.

(End of this chapter)