A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 486 Meeting Tang Yan Again
Brush brush.

Several figures descended from the sky like hawks.

Swish separated all around, faintly surrounded them with the momentum of encirclement.

"The remnants of the Kunshan sect, quickly hand over the Tianjun order."

Looking at these figures with flying swords on their feet, they all have cultivation bases above the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Tang Yan's expression froze, but she was not afraid in the face of danger. She waved the long sword in her hand, and shouted loudly while swallowing the sword energy.

"Everyone from the same sect, set up the five-element formation!"

When a group of Qi refining disciples heard the words, they sacrificed their long swords one after another. Five people formed a group, five groups formed an array, and the five arrays merged into one, forming a five-element array shaped like a plum blossom, forming horns with each other, watching and helping each other.

The long swords are pointed at the sky, and the invisible formation gathers the sword energy together, and the sharp edge goes straight to the sky.

That Ling Xiao's aura made several Foundation Establishment monks tremble in their hearts.

It is indeed the Kunshan sect, the head of the nine immortal sects.

The battle formation formed by a group of qi refining disciples made even the few foundation-builders feel tremendous pressure.

"Hehe, the Five Elements Tianyan Formation? I have heard about the majestic power of the Great Five Elements Patriarchal Formation in Kunshan Fudi for a long time, and I have always yearned for it, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to see it. Today I want to see you juniors who have mastered the charm of this formation. "

A chuckle came from overhead.

Immediately afterwards, a strong coercion fell from the sky.

All the qi refining disciples were caught off guard, and were directly shocked by the pressure as heavy as Mount Tai, making their blood surge and their hands and feet numb.

Even Tang Yan felt that her chest was heavy, as if a boulder was pressing on her chest, which was suffocating.

Her pupils shrank, and she said in shock, "Jindan Daoist?!"

Hearing the words, all the Qi refining disciples also turned pale and looked nervous.

If it is a few foundation-building monks, they can barely fight with the help of the Kunshan sect's superior skills than ordinary cultivators, combined with the strength of the battle formation and with Senior Sister Tang, the foundation-building monk.

But if it is Jindan Daoist...

Everyone was overwhelmed with despair.

"Jin Jianmen, how dare you bully the small with the big?!"

Tang Yan stared sharply at the old man in green who fell from the sky in front of her.

His expression was extremely ugly.

The gray-haired old man in Tsing Yi glanced at her lightly and snorted coldly.

"What are you talking about bullying the small in the Zhoutian secret realm? Hand over the Tianjun order, and I can give each of you a whole corpse."

With his hands behind his back, the old man gave alms.

Immediately, all the disciples of Kunshan Sect were filled with righteous indignation.

"Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs. If our teacher was here, how could we allow you to be rampant?"

One of the qi refining monks said with hatred.

"Huh? Let's talk, how can you, a little qi practitioner, talk? Let me teach you the rules of Kunshan religion."

The old man in Tsing Yi glanced at him, his eyes widened, and the vigorous Jindan mental power burst out.

Seeing this, Tang Yan's expression suddenly changed, "Junior brother, be careful!"

At the same time, the light of the sword in his hand flashed, and the long sword turned into a sword shadow and blocked the disciple.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the long sword seemed to be hit by an invisible force and flew out.

Tang Yan only felt a pain in her head, and only heard a cry of pain from beside her in a daze, and the rest of her mental power was still swept to that disciple.

With a "poof", he vomited blood and passed out on the ground.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that if it wasn't for Tang Yan's sword strike, that disciple's head would have exploded.

Looking at the seriously injured disciple who fell to the ground, Tang Yan gritted her teeth, "Jin Jianmen, don't bully me too much."

The old man in Tsing Yi didn't even look at her, and said calmly, "I will teach you a little lesson for being disrespectful to your superiors."

Tang Yan's eyes were bloodshot, "My Kunshan Sect would never dare to see you so unscrupulously harming low-level disciples."

Hearing the name of Kunshan Sect, the head of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, and the other Foundation Establishment True Cultivators, they still hesitated.

After all, under the shadow of a famous tree, the Nine Great Immortal Gates have suppressed the world of cultivators for millions of years, and it still has a great influence on monks.

However, the old man in Tsing Yi said with disdain on his face.

"Kunshan sect? Your Kunshan sect is going against the grain, and you can't protect yourself. You still want to trouble us?"

"Now it is the world of the Three Great Sacred Lands, and it is no longer the day when your Nine Great Immortals are in power."

"You nine immortal sects relied on your pure yang magic weapon to dominate and oppress the world of cultivating immortals. The days are gone forever."

It was noon.

Two figures walked slowly on the grassy road.

There were two figures, one tall and one short, one tall and one short. The tall one in front was a slovenly and slovenly old man, wearing a baggy five-element Taoist robe, with a whisk that had lost its hair and split its forks in the back.

Behind him was a black and thin boy, carrying a huge package on his back, like a hill pressing on his back.

He was holding a white cloth banner with both hands, on which were written the words "Always serve the Heavenly Venerable, Immeasurable People". There was also a three-foot mahogany sword hanging on his waist, which obviously did not match his height, and a blue wine gourd in his hand.

The little boy was about eight or nine years old, and his whole body was like a luggage rack, full of items, and he followed the old Taoist step by step.

The old Taoist in front of him was light, throwing off his arms and striding forward.

The little boy behind was chasing after panting with big bags and small bags.

Seeing the Taoist's pace getting faster and faster, and his figure getting farther and farther away, the boy couldn't help shouting.

"Master, wait for me."

The Taoist stopped when he heard the sound, turned around and took a look, and couldn't help complaining.

"So slow? Usually you are asked to practice hard, but you just don't stop, but now you walk slowly."

He muttered, but stopped in his tracks.

At this time, the little boy picked up the cloth banner in his arms, rushed to the Taoist, wiped the sweat off his face, and couldn't help asking, "Master, how far is that spiritual place?"

"It's just ahead."

The Taoist pointed at the lush forest and waved in a grandiose manner.

Hearing the words, the boy was immediately refreshed and said excitedly.

"Master, will I be able to cultivate immortality soon?"

"Don't worry, you can build a good house only by laying a good foundation. I have worked hard to find these feng shui treasures for you. The main purpose is to wash away the dirt and dirt in your skin and exchange for a glass-free body. Only in this way can you lay the foundation for the supreme Taoism." , soaring into the sky, the immortal way will be accomplished."

As he said that, he picked up the wine gourd in the boy's hand and was about to take a sip, but after pouring it for a long time, there was no drop, and the old man's beard was suddenly raised with anger.

"You kid, did you steal the old man's wine again?!"

The little boy shook his head quickly, "No, your wine is not good."

A look of disgust.

"Then why is my drink gone?"

The little boy pursed his mouth, his face full of injustice.

"Master, you forgot, the wine in your gourd was gone yesterday."

The old man stared, "No more, won't you fight?"

Hearing this, the little boy slammed the white flag on his body to the ground, and stretched out his dirty little hand.

"Why?" The old man didn't know why.

"Give me the money," the boy said confidently, "Master, you didn't give me any money, where can I get a drink?"

The old Taoist said with a sullen expression, "Master, it's been a little difficult these days, so you should put on some cushion first."

The little boy looked at him with blank eyes and said, "Master, that's what you said last time, last time, how many times have I given you a cushion, and this time I don't have any."

As he spoke, he turned out the patched bag at his waist, turned it upside down, and said to him.

"Look, I don't have a single coin."

The old Taoist looked a little embarrassed, "Wait a minute, when I get to the next market, when I resume my old business, we will have our spirit stone."

Hearing the words, the little boy immediately said with contempt, "Master, you won't try to deceive people again, will you?"

Seeing the little boy's contemptuous eyes, the old Taoist immediately became angry, and hit him hard with the hair-removing whisk on his back.

"You heartless boy, how do you talk? When did I lie to you?"

The child was beaten so hard that he covered his head and gasped, not convinced.

"Every time you do divination and fortune-telling, you're either pretending to be deaf or dumb, what is it if you're not lying?"

The sloppy Taoist said solemnly, "That's because your master, I am a true cultivator. I have the constitution of heaven in my mouth, my words are spiritual, and my words are clear. When I think about it, I will startle the spirits of the ten directions. I am afraid that those people will not be able to withstand my heavenly words." Fate, I am doing it for their own good."

"Just blow it up." The little boy looked at him sideways.

Seeing this, the old Taoist's nose turned out of anger, "My Daoist is the truth in the immortal way, do I need to brag about it with your little baby? Besides, without your master, can I make a living without your master, can I raise you for nothing? "

The little boy looked at his skinny body, and then at the old Taoist priest's ruddy face with no trace of wrinkle.

His eyes became even more contemptuous, and he mercilessly exposed his lies.

"Master, all the spirit stones you earn are spent on your wine, and you need me to keep paying back. Now I even pay for your meals. Since I became a master, I have never eaten a meal except sleeping with you." A full meal..."

I will cry if I continue.

He is really living and sleeping.

Every day a copper coin is used to buy wine for Master.

"You old man uses my begging money to enjoy good food and wine every day, but makes me drink northwest wind and dew every morning, and ask me to recite scriptures. Is there such a cultivator in this world?"

In the end, Xiaotong himself doubted his life.

The old Taoist was so angry that his beard was raised, and he said plausibly, "You boy, I am filling the gap for you, understand? Most people in the world have mortal bodies, even those with special physiques such as the body of the sun and the sun can only be said to be aptitude." It’s okay, but it can’t be said to be extraordinary.”

"With that kind of qualifications, it's okay to be a heavenly monarch of the Dao, and it's okay to become a pure yang. If you want to be in the world of mortals for thousands of kalpas, you will be too empty and free. If you follow the steps step by step, it will be good if you can just sit and watch in this life, let alone build a foundation with the breath of the fetus.”

"Only those real immortal bones and spiritual roots are bred from the five elements, the foundation of the five elements and all laws, differentiated from yin and yang, and derived from the eight trigrams, the sixteen hexagrams, the 24 hexagrams, and the 64 hexagrams. All things are in it."

"People who are born with poor physique, no matter how hard they work the day after tomorrow, it is difficult to make up for it, because the bones of the human body have already been shaped. Just like the principle that water is hard to recover, the water that is poured out is like a big tree that grows. If it bends its neck when it is young, it grows up. You can't reach the sky either."

"That's why I will find a way to fill up the sky for you. The one who fills up the sky is the sky marrow. What is the sky marrow? One is the air of mountains, rivers, trees and grass, the other is the light of the stars in the sky, and the other is the sky marrow. The third is the essence of the moon, the fourth is the essence of the sun, and the fifth is the essence of heaven and earth."

"The essence of heaven and earth is the three ginseng of heaven, earth and man, the essence of the sun is also called the heart of the sun, the essence of the moon is the emperor's liquid, the awn of the stars is also called the jade liquid, even the most common gas of mountains, rivers, trees and grasses, It is also necessary to wait for a year in a place with abundant aura, so that a small part may be condensed in this year's changes in the world."

"However, although these things are hard to find, we human beings exist in the heaven and the earth. We are illuminated by the sun, moon and stars, and feel the atmosphere of mountains, rivers, trees and grass. We can also absorb other things to fill them up. The most effective way is to eat Xia Shilu , add up to the Five Elements Spirit Land I found for you, and one day you will make up what is lacking in the sky."

The old Taoist raised his head and held his chest high, and spoke eloquently.

It's fine if he doesn't say it, but when he said it, Xiao Tong didn't believe it even more.

"Master, you're bragging again. Isn't cultivating immortals sensing the spiritual energy, drawing it into the body, and practicing the energy to build the foundation? When do you need to sit and watch, build the foundation and breathe?"

The little boy said angrily, and the suspicion in his eyes grew stronger.

Now he is not the ignorant boy who was cheated by the grandfather a few months ago and left.

He is now walking around the streets with the old Taoist priest, cheating...ahem...begging the world, he has seen the world.

There are not eight hundred but dozens of immortal cultivators who are new to Qi training, and he is already familiar with these.

Don't try to lie to him again.

At the end, the little boy looked at the old Taoist with serious eyes, and said solemnly, "Master, tell me the truth, are you really trying to scare me with your useless broken scriptures? Are you really a cultivator?"

When the old Taoist heard the words, his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes, he said angrily.

"What useless sutra, it is "Taishang Dongxuan Lingbao Infinite People's Top Grade Wonderful Sutra", which is the orthodox Xuanjun Daozang, how many people want to ask for it but can't get it?"

He straightened his waist and said, "What? Doesn't your master look like a master?"

"Not like!"

The boy was decisive, and said in a very disrespectful manner.

"The high-ranking people fly to the sky and hide from the ground, moving mountains to fill the sea, no matter how bad they are, they will go high and high. Wherever they go, people will flatter and flatter them. Where can you be as bad as you?"

When the old Taoist heard the words, his tone was one point clear, two points contemptuous, three points complacent, and four points arrogant.

"Those mediocre immortals who are running around in the world of mortals for fame and fortune, how can they compare with me, a free and easy guest?"

As he spoke, he was still facing east.Slowly chant.

"Who knows how to live forever like me? Refined into true energy and descended to the three platforms. Knowing that the day will go to heaven, just after being cast out of the world of mortals and descending to the world"

With his hands behind his back, the old Taoist faced the direction of the rising sun, his wide robe sleeves fluttered in the wind, and he really looked like a master of Taoism.

However, Xiao Tong pouted, not believing it at all.

At the beginning, he was deceived by the other party's appearance, so he followed him to cultivate immortality, but he did not expect to step on the boat of thieves.

What is your day like?
At this time, he no longer had any hope of any great skills taught by his master.

The only thought is to cultivate immortality as soon as possible, and strive to have enough food.

After that, I will take care of my master first. This old man has no children, and he is still lying to people until now, which is pitiful.

He just reluctance to do his filial piety for him in the last journey of his life.

Who is the old Taoist, his eyelashes are all empty, and he can see the thoughts in the child's heart at a glance, and he is so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

"Old guy, your master, I want to live a long and happy life, and you are still looking forward to seeing me die, tell you boy, this old man is Fuli True Immortal, this is just one of my 12 Yang God clones, you know what is a big hermit Yu Shi, do you know what Hong Chener is?..."

Before the old Taoist finished speaking, the little boy had already pulled up the flag, picked up his bag and burden... and left.

"Hey...you boy, the old man hasn't finished yet!" He was so angry that his beard curled up.

"Master, you have said these words [-] times..." The little boy carried the burden and the banner on his back, and walked forward by himself, without any intention of turning back.

"You kid..." The old man muttered in a low voice, then he was startled suddenly, and looked up somewhere ahead.

The boy in front was also taken aback, and also felt the violent vitality fluctuations there.

It's not that he has eaten Xiaxia and drank dew in the past few months, which has no effect at all.

At some point, he discovered that he was particularly sensitive to fluctuations in aura.

Just like a fish in a lake, even if it is far away, it can detect the fluctuation of the lake water.

At this moment, in his perception, the aura there was violently turbulent like boiling water.

In past experience, this must be a fight between immortal cultivators.

"It can't be to fight for the Tianjun's order again," the little boy muttered softly, and then said to the old Taoist, "Master, there are immortal cultivators fighting skills, let's change the way."

(End of this chapter)