Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 79 Descending the Mountain (first update 4000)

After walking outside the hall, I heard someone talking inside, with a very stern voice:

"... Cheng He is decent, as the true heir of the pavilion, these affairs should be done by him!"

"In the past few years, I haven't made any mistakes, so why change it again?" Chi Qian only responded lightly.

"Mistakes? Even if you do well, you will be laughed at! You know what the disciples in the pavilion said, one of the dignified twins of the heavenly talisman, and also the master of the talisman hall.

I don't know how to solve problems for the sect, wandering around the imperial equipment every day, ignoring everything, I'm already a rice bug...

No matter how good my head is, I can't stop everyone talking! "

Xue Leng outside the door was startled when he heard that it was Tianfu Zhenren and Chi Qian who were speaking inside.

It's just that Tianfu's words are useless, and Chi Qian still looks weak:

"Why did my uncle's self-cultivation go backwards again? Just say what others say, what does it matter to me?"

The voice of Tianfu real person became lower, but more severe:

"It's none of your business, but it's about the sect's business! How about it, if you don't want to persuade him, I'll go for you!
"Recently, a lot of evil cultivators have gathered outside the Nightless City. Taking advantage of the sea beasts making waves, there is a huge momentum, and some kind of casual cultivator alliance is going to be established.

Fellow Daoist Xu Mi also flew a sword to send a letter, asking the sect for help and discussing the countermeasures. The ancestor has agreed to send the disciples who established the foundation to go, so let him go! "

Chi Qian just fiddled with her fingers and hummed in a low voice:
"Let Senior Sister Nangong go!"

"She is retreating!"

"Tang Yan?"

"He is looking for spiritual root seeds in Zhongzhou at this time, how can he come back?"

Chi Qian still didn't give up, and brought out all the seniors in the pavilion who were not even in the direct line.

They were all refuted one by one by the real Tianfu, and finally he was forced to do nothing, so he snorted:
"He has recently practiced kung fu to break through, and he can't get away!"

Xue Leng was amused by himself, but he heard a sneer from Tianfu Daoist inside:
"My nephew said it's a good joke! Practice kung fu to break through? Xue Leng!"

With a cry from inside, Xue Leng trembled in fright, and almost fled into the air.

Only then did I know that Tianfu Daoist had already noticed that he was outside, and this made Chi Qian unable to step down.

Xue Leng's thoughts turned, but he still answered, and walked towards the hall.

Entering the room, he saw the sharp and clear eyes of Master Tianfu staring at his face.

Chi Qian sat in the main seat in the room, her face was still cold and expressionless.

And the real Tianfu standing opposite her was uncharacteristically, with a calm old face made of steel, not angry but mighty.

Xue Leng was no longer the child who was at a loss when he met Brother Jiedan that day.

Under the gaze of Master Tianfu, his breathing and heartbeat were the same as usual, and his pace remained unchanged, walking steadily in front of Chi Qian.

First saluted Tianfu Daoist, neither humble nor overbearing said:

"I have seen the head master."

Immediately afterwards, he smiled and handed something to Chi Qian.

"Senior sister, I got up early today and went to the mountain to pick some star pity leaves. It is the best for brewing spiritual tea. The master master can also try it."

Chi Qian took the wooden jar and said "um", and she was quite satisfied with her tone.

It's a pity that Master Tianfu was not affected in the slightest, he frowned slightly and said:

"I'll talk about drinking tea later, Xue Leng, let me ask you, what are you trying to do recently?"

Without hesitation, Xue Leng said nonsense: "Master Uncle, it's..."

"Senior brother!"

Chi Qian spoke suddenly and interrupted him, Xue Leng stopped talking, but he didn't know what Chi Qian meant by this move.

When Master Tianfu wanted to inquire, he heard Chi Qian say:

"Which level will the younger brother pass, I will worry about it myself, so you don't need to say too much!"

Master Tianfu's self-cultivation is really strong, and his face doesn't change when he hears this.

On the contrary, Xue Leng understood that Chi Qian didn't want to make things difficult for himself, and also lied to his elders, so he took this matter over.

However, Chi Qian's next sentence surprised the two of them:

"However, Junior Brother Xue should also go outside for a period of time to practice. In this way, as a Senior Sister, I can't stay on the mountain..."

With such a turn of events, not to mention Xue Leng, even Daoist Tianfu was stunned.

I just heard Chi Qian say: "On the cliff of the sky, it's really boring. After completing the instructions of the ancestors, I will leave for the city that never sleeps. Junior brother, you can go at ease.

But for some minor details, you still help me, I can't worry about that. "

Before the two could react, she had stood up and walked towards the inner hall, before she said:
"Junior brother, take the master master out for me!"

Xue Leng responded quickly, and Tianfu Daoist also stood up, watched Chi Qian leave, shook his head slightly, but showed a rare complex expression on his face.

"Your senior sister loves you very much!" After going out, Tianfu Daoist said so.

Xue Leng answered quite well: "This is a disciple's blessing!"

Master Tianfu looked at him and sighed:

"You are very similar to her, especially when she was young... I just hope that you don't go astray and let her down."

Xue Leng's heart trembled when he heard the words, and he replied decisively:

"The teacher's teachings, the disciples must keep in mind!"

"So best."

"This is the jade slip of information about the city that never sleeps, please pay more attention!"

While speaking, Master Tianfu returned to his usual face, and there were no more emotional fluctuations on his face.

After leaving behind a green bamboo and jade slip surrounded by runes, he turned and walked away.

After listening to Chi Qian and Tianfu Zhenren talking for a long time, Xue Leng still hadn't figured out what happened.

Among the disciples of the direct line, Xue Leng has the least experience. He has only been out of customs for less than two months, and has little friendship with many senior brothers and sisters.

On weekdays, I can only talk to Chi Qian, so I got some news from her.

This time was no exception. After hearing what Chi Qian said, Xue Leng understood what the so-called "city that never sleeps" was.

It turns out that in the northern land of Jin Dynasty, in the Arctic City located on the "shore of the North Sea", there is a rare treasure called "Mirror of Selflessness".

This mirror is mysterious and unpredictable. Sometimes it hangs high above the sky, and sometimes it sinks into the abyss of the deep sea.

It is said that it is a thing of the spirit world, which has the miraculous effect of moving stars and changing buckets, and reversing the sun and the moon.

For thousands of years, there are many gods and spirits who have spied on this treasure, but most of them returned without success.

After thousands of years of observation, this well-known selfless mirror has no other miraculous features except that it keeps the Arctic city forever day and night.

Over time, the great power in this world also lost his desire to covet it, and no longer wasted his mind on spying on this thing.

Moreover, the North Sea is bitterly cold and unsuitable for human habitation, and the city that never sleeps lacks aura and suffers from the attacks of sea monsters.

Even the three northern sects near the water tower slowly withdrew their attention to this place, leaving behind a symbolic stronghold of the sect.

This is also the main reason why the city's casual cultivators are so powerful.

Xue Leng understood the reason, but there was no need to rush to prepare.

Because there are still seven or eight days before the departure date, and the city that never sleeps in the North Pole is thousands of miles away, so it is not too late to stop on the mountain for a few days before going down the mountain.

In fact, Xue Leng didn't care about the Raoshizi Loose Cultivation Alliance and the beast disaster, nor was he keen on going down the mountain to practice.

The first time he knew that he was going down the mountain, what he thought of was something related to his life!

"Corpse Buddha old devil!"

Whenever sacrificed to the blood refining coffin, Xue Leng would think of that rotten face with rotten flesh and maggots.

Those corrupt, inhuman eyes, and the promise that had haunted him for eight years.

Blood Feather True Monarch said that he wanted to solve this problem for himself.

He has never forgotten it, after all, the survival of his little life depends only on other people's thoughts.

"what can we do about it?"

Pondered for a long time.

After secretly thinking about several reasons, Xue Leng decided immediately, and now he went to Xue Yu to explain his concerns clearly.

If this matter is not resolved properly, he will not go down the mountain no matter what!

ten days later.

The night was getting dark, and the weather in Xianyuan City became colder at night, and there were no people on the road at all.

But in this cold night when everyone was already dreaming, there seemed to be a layer of white mist floating on the road. It was the white breath of twenty griffon beasts in armor exhaled in the cold wind.

The monks on the back of the griffin were all dressed in celestial talisman robes, and their bodies were as straight as javelins.

The sound of stepping on the snow slag was mixed with the sound of the magic weapon worn hitting the beast armor from time to time.

It was like the sound of cracking snow, floating on the empty streets.

They are surrounded by an extremely luxurious unicorn carriage, and are slowly moving forward.

The convoy drove straight into the inner city, the gates were already wide open, and a row of qi cultivators stood in front of the gate to welcome them.

The leader is an old-looking grey-bearded monk who has cultivated in the early stage of foundation establishment.

It is also the head of Tianfu Pavilion guarding this place, Yang Qi.

At this time, he was stroking his long beard with a sad face, and glanced behind him from time to time.

"Brother Xue is here!"

"Chen Daoyou, are you ready?"

Obviously, the person who shrank behind him was not a monk from Tianfu Pavilion.

This person has a white face and no beard, he is dressed like a Confucian scholar, his cultivation is only perfect, and he doesn't know why Yang Qi respects him so much.

Chen Li smiled, subconsciously touched the jade slip in his arms, and then replied confidently:

"Hey, it's already ready, don't you feel relieved when I do things?"

"With Master Xue's reputation, how dare I, Chen Li, be negligent!"

Yang Qi still seemed a little uneasy, took a deep look at Chen Li, and then chased and threatened him.

"It's best to be like this. If you mess up this matter, don't worry, before the old man dies, he will definitely go to your Chen's house first!"

Soon, the One-horned Pegasus stopped in the middle of the street, Yang Qi didn't dare to neglect, he bowed his hands from a distance, and at the same time quickly winked at Chen Li.

Chen Li, with a red face, stepped forward quickly, passed the griffin beast in front of him, opened the sedan chair curtain, bowed and smiled obsequiously and got in.

He was in a good mood, and even the bitter frost couldn't wash away his elation.

No one can believe that a good relationship that was formed more than ten years ago will receive such a rich reward.

He was just in the Five Spirits Gate that day, casually mentioning this junior, how could he expect today.

Although I don't know why the other party inquired about the Xue family's news, but it doesn't matter, who told this Master Xue to be so generous.

After a stick of incense.

In the sedan chair, Xue Leng raised his eyelids, looked at Chen Li's hastily sneaking back, and remained motionless.

It wasn't until the thick fog completely submerged the opponent's figure that he gently handed the jade slip to the monk surnamed Tong beside him.

This trip led by Xue Leng was naturally the main one.

Considering the hatching time of Xueqi centipede eggs, Xue Leng simply recruited this person to cultivate eggs for him day and night.

He took the jade slip solemnly, and the monk surnamed Tong didn't dare to read it, so he stuffed it directly into the storage bag, and asked in a low voice:
"Brother, is it done?"

Xue Leng didn't speak, but just glanced at her quietly. The monk surnamed Tong immediately realized that he had asked too many questions, nodded tactfully, and sat down.

"Children's Shadow."

Xue Leng reclined on the soft couch of the sedan chair, and suddenly said:
"I heard from Chen Li that a few years ago, Xue's family opened a strange object pavilion in the city, do you know?"

"know."

"When it's dawn, go there and pick out a gift for me, suitable for women, such as belts, jade hairpins and so on."

"Understood, brother, how many spirit stones do you need?"

"Buy the most expensive."

Tong Ying was taken aback, and wanted to say something, but after glancing at Xue Leng, she only said one word:

"Yes!"

"Also, take advantage of the constant flow of people here, and dispose of the talismans I have drawn over the years."

After being silent for a while, Xue Leng's faint voice suddenly rang out again.

"Senior brother, there are more than 2000 pieces of this batch of talismans. In a short time, I'm afraid..."

Tong Ying rubbed her nose and tentatively said.

"You don't need to worry too much about this matter. Just arrange the talismans and don't miss the Lingshi by mistake. Junior Brother Yang will naturally take care of everything."

"Look, isn't he here?"

After finishing speaking, Xue sneered and pointed out the window, where Yang Qi was leading a group of Qi training disciples to come quickly.

"Yang Qi met Senior Brother Xue!"

"Disciple pays respects to Master Xue..."

……

Xianyuan City is located on the main traffic road of Zhenling Mountain, where business and travel converge.

Outside the largest inn in the city, another group of monks came, all of them with sword-browed star-eyed, imposing aura.

Like a long snake, it passed through the traffickers and pawns in the city, and came straight to the inn.

They were in charge of a young man with an ordinary face, a dark gold sword box hanging on his back, and a long scar over his left eye.

If Xue Leng was there, he would definitely recognize this person at a glance, because this person is Zijingu Jianxiu, Yan Hui, who had a relationship with him once.

"Another team is coming!"

"The Japanese are all sword cultivators!"

"Hush! It's from the Yan family in Zijing Valley."

As soon as Yan Hui walked into the lobby of the inn, there was a burst of restlessness inside. For some reason, he actually felt a trace of inexplicable hatred.

He looked around and saw that the lobby of the inn was also used for eating, and there were many tables and chairs in it.

But now there are a group of monks with different costumes, clearly separated and not disturbing each other.

Hearing that the other party mentioned Purple Realm Valley, Yan Hui walked up to the man slowly, bowed and asked:

"Dare to ask this fellow Taoist, what happened in the city, why are you like this?"

"Oh, don't mention it, in the past three days, the number of monks in the city has more than doubled, and even the price of magic weapons has also risen.

Pills and talismans are even more in short supply! "

The person who spoke was a big-headed monk with thick eyebrows and a square face. This person had short limbs and a huge head on his thin torso.

At first glance, it was extremely strange, and even a sword cultivator like Yan Hui, who showed no signs of emotion or anger, couldn't help showing surprise.

"So that's the case, thank you fellow daoist for clarifying the confusion."

Suppressing the strangeness in his heart, Yan Hui cupped his hands in thanks without changing his face, and immediately led the tribe to find a table and sit down.

(End of this chapter)