Mythological origin

Chapter 47
"sit down."

The two female cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining who were trying to do something to Han Yu moved to one side, so that Han Yu could barely have a place of his own in the carriage without having to sit on their laps.

The three views of Yin Yang sect monks are different from ordinary people after all.

They have lived in the world of women for a long time, but they have never said that being touched and being raped is a disadvantage. For the monks of the Yin Yang sect, this is like how few men feel that being touched by a girl is a disadvantage...

Is it possible to suck up the positive material by yourself, or is it a disadvantage?
Han Yu is sandwiched between the two big sisters, and he feels like he is a woman, and he feels uncomfortable all over.

Especially knowing that among the few beautiful young women staring at him with cold faces in front of him, there may be his future mother-in-law...

Although he wasn't sure if he wanted to follow Dr. Mo's arrangement and become the other's son-in-law, but this brood of women is indeed a good-looking one.

"What are you doing here in Linzhou City?" the beautiful woman surnamed Yan asked as a representative of the women.

"I just happened to pass by while traveling around, otherwise I wouldn't even leave the seal that Master Mo gave me at Qixuanmen." Han Yu replied with some helplessness.

"That would be too coincidental."

"It's really just a coincidence."

"..."

"I read the letter my husband gave me. He asked you to take care of our orphans and widows behind him... What do you think?" Mrs. Yan asked straight to the point.

"Han's ambition is on the road..."

"Yes, we understand, this is the best." Before Han Yu could finish speaking, he was interrupted directly.

Mrs. Yan was also worried about what to do if this kid really wanted to take his order to marry his daughter according to the wish of the dead ghost Mo Lang.

It was very embarrassing for the two sides to be strangers, and she didn't want her daughter to marry a man she had never met.

Now that this kid Han has no intention of going this far, it is easy for everyone to discuss.

"Tianxie said in the letter that my daughter still has a dowry treasure. He wants to use this to attract you?"

"The treasure is a piece of jade, which can slightly increase the cultivation speed of the monks in the Qi refining period. If you need it, I can give it to you as a master. It is a repayment of this favor."

"Uh... I still don't need it."

Han Yu thought for a while, and unexpectedly rejected the gift.

He already has a mysterious vial, and uses it to ripen high-level elixir, and now he relies on drug addiction to level up. Compared with the snail-like normal cultivation speed, Han Yu doesn't care much.

"What about your sister?"

"She's just a mortal without spiritual roots."

"Now cultivating immortals doesn't need spiritual roots..."

Mo Caihuan, who was sitting on the side, muttered.

When she heard Han Yu's words, she already knew that the other party must be a lucky one with true spiritual roots.

"What?! What that senior said turned out to be true?!" Han Yu began to recall what Bai Mo said at that time in his mind.

Originally, these memories have become very blurred, and it is really not easy to forcefully recall them.

"Otherwise, why do you think our Mo family is all monks..."

Han Yu slapped his forehead before realizing that something was wrong, and his reaction was too slow.

"Really?!"

He has been dependent on his younger sister since he was a child. Seeing that the other party can't cultivate, he can only live, age, sick and die like ordinary people. In the end, he turned into a pile of loess and has no intersection with him. This is definitely not the ending Han Yu wants!

"So, what's the price?"

"Reduce Yangshou by 20 years."

"Is it mine?"

The beautiful woman surnamed Yan smiled without saying a word, and did not directly deny it, as if she wanted to take the opportunity to test Han Yu's humanity.

"..."

"Okay, what should I do?"

Han Yu thought for a while, and finally made up his mind.

He is very confident that with the help of the mysterious vial, he will definitely be able to step into the realm after the foundation establishment period.

And the foundation building period alone has a lifespan of 20, so reducing [-] years is not too much of a price.

"It's not you, it's your sister's 20 years." Hearing Han Yu's affirmative answer, the beautiful woman surnamed Yan gave the answer with a smile.

Mo Lang was right. This kid is not the kind of ruthless, selfish guy.

"This family is full of ruthless people..."

After exchanging pleasantries, Han Yu's younger sister was also pulled into the bandit boat of Yin Yang and Five Elements Jue. The two people merged into one road and slowly entered the city.

"I heard that Linzhou City is holding a fair to attract immortals. As long as you give money, some immortal cultivators will teach you spells... Could it be your people?"

After the relationship between the two parties eased a little, Han Yu suddenly asked.

"Introduction conference, training class, including teaching spells, no need for spiritual roots...someone is faster than us?!" Mo Fengwu immediately realized what was going on when he heard these key words.

They thought they were already the fastest and furthest ones, but they didn't expect that they were still the ones who got there first.

……

"Patriarch, there is a greeting card. The person here claims to be a disciple of the Yin Yang Sect."

"Yin Yang sect?!" Zhao Zilin was taken aback.

They opened the training class under the banner of being taught by the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect. Now Li Gui met Li Kui?

"How many are they?"

"There are 14 people in the living room."

"Notify Master Shui Jing and Master Jin Guang to come over immediately."

"Yes."

After dealing with a group of students in the gold class, Zhao Zilin hurried to the living room before she had time to wash up.

Fourteen women were neatly seated in the hall, and there were no men. Han Yu's sister sat at the end, but he himself did not appear, presumably to avoid embarrassment.

Seeing the Lord coming, Mrs. Yan, who was faintly the leader of the crowd, stood up.

"Welcome fellow Taoists of the Yin Yang Sect..."

Although she didn't know any of these women, since she claimed to be a member of the Yin-Yang sect, some of them were obviously higher than her own, so Zhao Zilin could only bite the bullet and say hello.

"I don't remember you being in the Yin-Yang Sect. Who are you? Why do you act under the banner of my Yin-Yang Sect?"

The first person to speak here is not Mrs. Yan, but a late-stage Qi-refining monk of the Yin-Yang Sect. It is a big taboo to pretend to be a member of this sect.

"This... Mr. Shui Jing, you are finally here."

Zhao Zilin, whose scalp was numb from being questioned by the soul, and who didn't know how to answer, saw Master Shui Jing rushing over, as if she had found a savior.

"Men? When did the Yin Yang sect have male disciples?"

Master Shui Jing rushed over upon receiving the notice, looked around and found that something was wrong, but had no choice but to step forward.

Suddenly, he seemed to recognize someone.

"The unknown master is here, and the disciple is far away to welcome him."

Master Shui Jing made a big gift to Mrs. Yan without any pressure.

Because he vaguely remembered that this beautiful woman once represented his own class for two classes in the training class, and now he can only forcibly talk about it.

(End of this chapter)