I'm an immortal in heaven

Chapter 84 I will teach you to sing
After the old woodcutter was horrified, he immediately realized that it wasn't that he didn't notice it, but that he didn't pay attention to the affairs of the mountain temple at all.

It's like a Void Refining Realm is nothing more than an ant to a true immortal. Do you care if an ant appears tens of feet behind you?

The old woodcutter put the firewood down again, and then the fairy light fell in front of Fang Jian, looked at him and said in amazement: "You are not dead? You are not dead?"

Fang Jian looked at the old woodman indifferently, and said, "Since you say that, you must know what happened? Right?"

"Of course I know that you were plotted against by someone using supernatural powers." The old woodcutter said, "Supernatural powers are unpredictable and even more difficult to resist. They are the things that immortals comprehend from the fruit of the Dao. They are closest to the rules of the Dao of Heaven. .”

Fang Jian heard the words and asked in a concentrated voice: "Can supernatural powers hurt people anytime and anywhere?"

The old woodcutter shook his head and said: "That's not the case. Although I am a real immortal, I have not yet comprehended supernatural powers. But I also know that such wounding supernatural powers generally require a medium of the injured person. For example, blood essence , hair, or even an air mechanism. As long as there is a medium, it can come in an instant and kill people invisible. Or the person who uses supernatural powers can grasp the specific location and root of the victim, and it can also be done. "

After Fang Jian heard this, his heart suddenly became clear, "It's Wu Xiang, the bird man!"

The old woodcutter frowned, and said in doubt: "Mingquan Mountain Demon Mansion, Master Wuxiang? How can you be sure it's him?"

Fang Jian said indifferently: "First, he has a good reason to kill me. Second, my Yuquanfeng Mountain Temple is next to his Mingquan Mountain Demon Mansion. As long as I come to Yuquan Peak, there will be cranes flying all the way. The eyes of a family."

"Have you any proof?" asked the old woodcutter.

Fang Jian shook his head and said, "No, but I'm basically sure it's him."

The old woodcutter chuckled, and said, "The supernatural power itself has the ability to conceal the secrets of heaven. Since you have no evidence, then you can't trouble him."

Fang Jian snorted coldly, and said: "The Heavenly Court is too cautious in its actions now. It is afraid of the power of robbery in everything it does, and looks forward and backward. Is it possible that there will be no power of robbery if you are cautious? In my opinion, this kind of thing will destroy the entire Xihua State. All demon cultivators above the Yang God Realm will be captured and beheaded, and the culprit will never be missed!"

When the old woodcutter heard this, his face changed immediately, and he said hastily: "It's better to be cautious, what if you kill the wrong person? As the ruler of the Three Realms, Heavenly Court should act in a fair and impartial manner."

Fang Jian stared at the old woodcutter and said, "Isn't it because you are also a member of Xihua State Fairy?"

The old woodcutter's eyes flickered, and he said instead: "Leave that aside, how did you escape being strangled by supernatural powers? This is too outrageous, I'm not even a true immortal, I'm sure I can escape."

Seeing him asking this question, Fang Jian said casually, "I don't know about that, how do I know how I escaped being strangled by supernatural powers?"

The old woodcutter stared straight at the moment, "How could you not know?"

Fang Jian said: "Listen carefully: Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, there is no bodhi tree, and snow shoots white deer in the sky."

"Okay, okay." The old woodcutter interrupted Fang Jian quickly, and muttered, "You can talk nonsense, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

"Hehe." Fang Jian asked the old woodcutter, "Did you know how to sing that song I taught you last time?"

The old woodcutter turned around and glared at Fang Jian, and said, "What song is that? The tune is so weird, I've never heard it before."

"So you haven't learned it yet? Such a simple song, you are a fairy, why are you stupid than ordinary people." Fang Jian said in surprise.

The old woodcutter sat on the ground, then grabbed a tattered xylophone from his sleeve, and said while fiddling with it, "I can sing, but the sound of the xylophone hasn't been tuned yet."

Fang Jian leaned over, sat down next to the old woodcutter, looked up at the xylophone, then shook his head and said, "You are a demon, why don't you change to a better one?"

"Is there a difference between a good piano and a broken one? Aren't they all playing music?" The old woodcutter moved a little to the side, and said softly, "Why are you sitting so close?"

Fang Jian didn't care, sitting cross-legged with his chin on his hands and looking at the broken piano in the old woodcutter's hand, while the Kowloon scepter in Yuanshen kept flickering, but he ignored it.

After a cup of tea, the old woodcutter adjusted the tone, turned his head to look at Fang Jian, and said, "I sang."

"Let's sing." Fang Jian said with a smile.

The old woodcutter cleared his throat, and then plucked the strings with a pair of rough hands. With Gongshangjiao Zhengyu's voice, the old woodcutter sang along with his old voice.

"The years are rare to be silent, and the autumn wind is tired of wandering."

"Hey." With the old woodcutter's old voice singing a happy sigh, Fang Jian suddenly showed a wicked smile on his face.

At this moment, a celestial light flashed across the sky, and then captured and killed the general Fang Zhen with a magic weapon in his hand, and landed on Yuquan Peak with his feet on the white clouds.

Fang Jian had noticed the general catching and killing a long time ago, and the general catching and killing had also discovered Fang Jian. His eyes lit up, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and flew towards Fang Jian.

When the general caught and killed fell beside Fang Jian, Fang Jian pointed to the dry grass beside him and said, "Sit."

General Catch and Kill glanced at the old woodcutter, then sat down on the ground beside Fang Jian.

"Laughs and interjections are poor, and the ancient idiots and today's madness will eventually become empty."

The old woodcutter had already sung the first stanza, and Fang Zhen, the general who caught and killed Fang Zhen, said via voice transmission: "Rescue envoy, Hong Yuanhua, who you sent to sit in Shenyun Mountain, was driven back and was seriously injured. He was escorted by the Water God of the Xiaoer River all the way, so he returned to Luoyan Ridge with his life, and now he has been healed by Daoist Wei Sheng."

Fang Jian nodded and said, "I already know about Hong Yuanhua being kicked out."

Fang Zhen looked at him and said, "But Hong Yuanhua said that you were killed, and he swore that Master Wuxiang and the others did it. After hearing the report, Empress Wenlin and Master Weisheng searched for the immortality in the jade plate of the immortal official. Official roster, I found that there is nothing unusual about your immortal name, but you have not responded to the Nine Dragon Scepter, so you sent me to take a look."

Fang Jian heard the words and replied: "When I was practicing today, someone did use supernatural powers to assassinate me, but with the help of this fellow Taoist, he escaped."

Fang Zhen was shocked when he heard the words: "Is this really the case? Can supernatural powers hide? How to hide?"

Fang Jian looked at the old woodcutter who was singing and said: "He didn't want to tell me about it, he just knew it was a method of substitute death. In order to prevent that person from killing again, I restrained my magic power and practiced everything. Letters are no longer answered."

"Do you know who it is?" Fang Zhen asked.

Fang Jian shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but he must think I'm dead, so all I have to do now is wait."

"Waiting for what?" Fang Zhen asked.

Fang Jian said: "When all the maps of the Longshou Mountains are completed, the general can report my matter to Master Weisheng and Lady Wenlin. It is best to let Luoyanling also create the illusion that I have been killed."

Fang Zhen looked at Fang Jian and said, "Since that's the case, why don't you go back to Luoyan Ridge with me? It's safer."

Fang Jian shook his head and said: "Don't worry, as a mountain god, as long as I am within the range of the mountain temple, my aura will be covered by the temple. And if they really did it, they would never dare to do it again in person. Come here. If I leave Yuquan Peak, it will be easy to be exposed."

Fang Zhen stared at Fang Jian closely, then nodded and said: "Okay, I understand, Zhenfu makes everything careful."

Fang Jian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Fang Zhen then stood up, bowed to Fang Jianji and then turned away. When he turned around, he said to the old woodcutter: "What song are you singing? It sounds weird."

Then the square pillow rose into the sky, turning into a ray of fairy light and flying out of Yuquan Peak.

"...When the eyes are filled with tears and blood, and the snow is flying, everything turns red." Fang Zhen left, and the old woodcutter finished the song.

After a long time, the old woodcutter sighed freely: "Although the tune of this song is very strange, it is always free and easy and melancholy after singing, which makes people feel infinitely emotional. It should be regarded as a good song. Who wrote it?" ?”

Fang Jian looked at the snow-covered thousands of mountains beyond Yuquan Peak, and immediately sat up straight and said, "A man named Li Xiaoyao."

(End of this chapter)