Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 187

Master Qing Xiao said with a smile: "I went out to travel in the early years, and I was hiding from the rain in a small temple on a barren mountain. I accidentally saw a big fish with seven colors in a well in the courtyard. I thought it was beautiful, and I planned to fish it back to the Daxue Mountain to raise it."

"I didn't expect this thing to come out of the water, and the Buddha's light was brilliant, so I wanted to fly away through the air. I didn't want to be greedy for the treasures of the Buddha, but this big fish flicked its tail and hit me. I was angry for a while, caught it alive, and raised these Years, but I have figured out some magical effects."

"This thing is refined with true energy, and placed beside it, it can emit mysterious Buddhist sounds, increase the power of various spells by [-] to [-] percent, and make progress in cultivation faster."

Yan Xi suddenly became interested in the Sword Discussion Conference, and shouted: "The head teacher loves so much, how can the younger brother not do his best."

Qing Xiao smiled slightly, bowed to the old man Nayun, and said: "Qing Xiao was very dissatisfied with the uncle's random acceptance of apprentices, but he didn't expect that the uncle had a deep meaning, and it was only the superficial knowledge of the nephew who could see it."

Nayun old man snorted coldly, and didn't say much, Qing Xiao didn't feel annoyed, smiled slightly, patted Yan Xi on the shoulder, and said: "If you have anything, go to senior brother."

With a flick of his figure, he disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Daoist Qing Xiao had left, Old Man Nayun said to his apprentice: "You have a long face! Qing Xiao is apologizing for what he said that day. You can take what you gave."

Yan Xi thought in his heart: "I already have a black golden cassock, if I have another Buddha-sounding fish, I'm afraid..."

His heart skipped a beat and he remembered something.

Venerable Jiuyan's Buddhist treasure is at Lingjiu Peak in Daxue Mountain.

He is now in Daxue Mountain!
Not only was Yan Xi not happy, but he felt cold all over his body. He had a faint feeling that there was an invisible hand fluctuating the fate line of Taoist Yanxi. Otherwise, how could there be so many coincidences?
A mere martial artist from the mortal Dharma Realm of Jiuhe Taoist can have a black gold cassock, and Master Qingxiao, the head teacher of the Snow Mountain School, can have a Buddha-sounding spiritual fish?
Old man Nayun said: "Go back to Huanhe Tiangong earlier and rest!"

"There will be a hard battle tomorrow."

Yan Xi bowed and let Mrs. Huang fly for half an hour with the sprayed cloud and landed in the Crane Heavenly Palace.

This heavenly palace is extremely high, and the palaces and pavilions in Jingsha City are roughly the same, perhaps to show the difference between immortals.

The Huanhe Tiangong is built on half of the mountain peak, rising from the ground, and there are houses only after hundreds of meters.The shape is also very strange, divided into [-] floors, each floor is surrounded by terraces, it seems that cranes were raised in the past to make it easier for these birds to take off and land.

Probably because it has been deserted for a long time, Yan Xi took Mrs. Huang and went around the Huanhe Tiangong, but he didn't find any servants in this Tiangong, and there was no one in it. It was empty, like a ghost house.

Yan Xi was a little panicked, so he chose the highest floor and let Mrs. Huang live on this floor, so as to embolden himself.

After meditating for a while, he couldn't stand the desertedness of the Huanhe Tiangong, and traveled back to the modern society.

While Yan Xi still had some time, he went out to visit a few shops, bought dozens of cigarettes, and went to the pharmacy to buy a large amount of moxa sticks and replenished a batch of food. Then he called Xun Qingying and planned to pick up She is off work.

Nothing happened that night.

Yan Xi got up in the morning, washed up a bit, and traveled back to the Crane Heavenly Palace.

He glanced at the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance, thoughtful in his heart, and after a while, he called out: "Old Huang!"

Huang Taizhang tidied up, rushed over, and said with a smile, "Young master is going out?"

Yan Xi handed him the moxa sticks he bought yesterday, and said, "Use this thing to stimulate the light smoke and sword energy!"

In order to generate a lot of smoke, Yan Xi deliberately bought the worst quality and cheapest moxa sticks. There are a hundred thick sticks for tens of dollars, and it is said that they can be burned for more than an hour.

Of course, if Mrs. Huang used it to stimulate the light smoke and sword energy, she might not be able to hold it for a minute.

Mrs. Huang smiled embarrassingly, and asked: "Can this thing be smoked like the big front door?"

Yan Xi was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Have you also learned to smoke?"

Embarrassed, Mrs. Huang said: "It's been a long night, and I suddenly lighted one, and it relieved my worries. Before I knew it, I smoked a lot."

Yan Xi said hastily: "This stuff can't be smoked, it's used to fumigate the room and get rid of bad smells!"

Moxa sticks are mainly used in traditional Chinese medicine, but Yan Xi doesn't know how to moxibustion, and he doesn't want to teach the old eunuch how to remove yin qi and increase yang qi.

He went to the two cheapest cigarettes, handed them to Mrs. Huang, and said, "Since those are smoked, I'll give you these to save some money."

These two cigarettes were matched by Yan Xi when he was buying cigarettes, and they happened to be given to Mrs. Huang.

He took another two barrels of instant noodles, and boiled a pot of boiling water with the slag of the Yanghuo stove. The master and the servant made a bowl each, and managed to make breakfast, and the estimated time was almost up.

Only then did Mrs. Huang light the moxa stick with a lighter, and sure enough, the smoke was billowing, much thicker than that of a cigarette.

He tried it, and the smell was really wrong, he couldn't inhale it, he had to push it, and it turned into a sword aura of Wanxiang light smoke, enveloping the two of them and flying into the air together.

On the Sword Discourse Arena, several generations of disciples of the Xueshan School couldn't help sighing when they saw this little patriarch ride the thick smoke and come billowing like a demon.

Yesterday, Yan Xi won ten opponents in a row, which can be regarded as making most Xueshan disciples look at him with admiration, but no matter whether he was brought by the old eunuch Huang, came out with a smoke, or a wooden sword, it was nothing special. It always makes people feel that his record is not "solid" enough.

Yan Xi had just stepped onto the Sword Discourse Arena when a young female disciple challenged him.

Yan Xi looked familiar, and asked: "A month ago, I went back to the mountain with Master, but you rode a dragon to patrol the mountain?"

The female disciple had a gentle attitude and replied, "It's the grandson!"

Yan Xi's scalp was numb, and he thought: "Why is it grandson?" He asked again: "How many generations are you a disciple?"

The female disciple with the long sword on her back said, "I am Liang Hongyao, a disciple of the Five Generations!"

"I want to ask Grand Master Uncle for advice!"

Yan Xi counted his seniority, he was the second generation, Yun's generation was called Shishu, Crane's generation was called Shishuzu, and the fifth generation was called Taishi's uncle, which seemed logical.

It's just that he really doesn't like being called "old" by a girl of the same age, even older.

But Yan Xi can't care about this aspect. After all, his seniority is damn big, and the Xueshan School is a big school that attaches great importance to school rules. .

Liang Hong slapped the "ancient sword" on his back, the long sword jumped out of its sheath automatically without wind, and turned around in the air, as if controlled by a pair of invisible arms, the sword light was like water, pointing at Yan Xi.

None of the opponents Yan Xi met yesterday valued him so much.Ye Hongchen, the most powerful, might have to spend a lot of effort if he made a move with all his strength.

Liang Hongyao also learned a lesson, and treated Yan Xi as a serious opponent, and did not dare to ignore him in the slightest.

(End of this chapter)