My baby is gone again

Chapter 2 We Jindan stage monks, the main thing is a domineering

Dao Yanzong, in front of the mountain gate.

"I'm leaving."

Lu Xuan was dressed in white and stood with his hands behind his back.

Can't stand the stalking of the head disciple and grandson.

In addition, Qing Yangzi gave another condition that Lu Xuan could not refuse——

Judging from the news sent by Tianshui Temple, the dead city is likely to be an ancient relic from a very long time ago.

The laws of heaven and earth shown in it are somewhat different from those in the Cangyuan world.

Lu Xuan felt that if he entered this city, he might be able to comprehend something by analogy, which would be helpful for Jieying.

So the Jindanqi Patriarch, who has lived at home for nearly 1000 years, finally decided to go down the mountain for a stroll.

"Congratulations to Patriarch Uncle—"

Qing Yangzi held both hands together, with a fairy air, his robes fluttering.

Beside him, also stood an old man, who also bowed and cupped his hands together, with a very respectful expression.

It was Qing Yangzi's younger brother, Feng Yangzi.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly.

There are four people in Qing Yangzi's generation.

The four characters of Ming, Yue, Qing and Feng are used to obtain the Tao name.

Since 200 years ago, Mingyangzi and Yueyangzi have sat down one after another.

Qing and Feng are the only ones in the sect who know the existence of Lu Xuan, the patriarchal uncle.

Lu Xuan remembered that Yueyangzi...should be a descendant of one of his junior sisters.

The master has ascended to become a fairy, and some of his senior brothers have fallen outside, and some of his senior brothers have died in the long years.

In the end, even the descendants of Junior Sister were sent away by Lu Xuan.

"Uncle Patriarch, have you brought all your things?"

Qing Yangzi asked.

Lu Xuan raised his hand and showed off his sapphire wrench:

"It's all in there."

"I don't know how long it will take me to come back after I go out this trip. You keep the calligraphy and painting of baby-birth. If there is a disciple who breaks through, you can use it."

Lu Xuan said:

"Also, in the drawer in my room, there is a scroll of calligraphy and painting, which contains seven sword qi. When encountering an enemy that cannot be defeated, unfold the calligraphy and painting, and then send me a message."

"Yes."

When Qing Yangzi heard the words, he was determined.

After explaining the corresponding matters, Lu Xuanyi raised his hand.

A blue bamboo leaf was thrown by him, turned into a light boat, and floated in the air.

"Let's go!"

The young patriarch in white clothes and black hair stepped on the bamboo leaves, let out a soft chirp, and turned into a stream of light.

Qing and Feng did not leave immediately, but watched Lu Xuanyuan go.

………………

three days later.

Xiaoshui City.

In an inn.

Lu Xuan got up in the morning, opened the window, and felt the morning sun.

On the table by the window is a copy of "Cultivation Daily", the date is today.

Lu Xuan doesn't read newspapers very much, because he often finds obituaries of deceased people, which makes people feel bad.

The founder of "Cultivation Daily" is one of them.

Creating a daily newspaper dedicated to monks, this idea was mentioned by Lu Xuan inadvertently back then, but he did not expect it to be made by that person.

In the last few thousand years, obituaries related to old friends have disappeared.

It was probably because Lu Xuan went down the mountain less and less frequently these years, and made fewer and fewer new friends.

And the old friends who knew each other also melted away.

Even a monk in the Mahayana realm can only live for 5000 years.

Some bloodlines are special, such as spiritual turtles and ancient woods, which can live longer.

But in front of the forever young Lu Xuan, they will grow old eventually.

"Cultivation Daily" is edited, printed and published by [Sancai Academy]. It only does news and does not make editorials. The daily content covers a wide range.

The ancestors of Daoyanzong who have been retired for many years don't care about the affairs of the world, and only watch the lace news.

For example, the wife of a sect master was abducted by his disciples, for example, the leader of a certain sect had achieved great feats and finally changed his sexuality, for example, a certain boss endured humiliation for many years, and after taking charge of a faction, he wanted to avenge his cousin, but he was so excited that he mistakenly issued a hunting order. Concurrent killing order...

After feeling the weirdness of the world, and looking through the serious content, I didn't see any news related to the strange ancient city.

The Cangyuan world is so big, countless ghosts and ghosts happen every day.

The Sancai Academy is a newspaper office, not an intelligence agency.

Tianshui Temple is located in a remote location, and it is normal that the Cultivation Daily did not report on the birth of the dead city.

………………

In Xiaoshui City.

"The teleportation formation is about to open, please line up orderly for fellow daoists who have paid spirit stones..."

At the entrance of the teleportation formation, a monk in armor shouted with a spear to maintain order, using a bit of mana in his voice.

The monks in the audience were bustling with each other, and Lu Xuan was among them.

He wants to go to the territory of Tianshui Temple through the teleportation circle.

It's not that you can't fly there directly, but Lu Xuan is really tired of things like walking with a sword and riding a flying magic weapon.

Only newbies who are just getting started will be keen on flying with swords, and treat their own swords like treating their significant other in love.

An old monk like Lu Xuan, who has been guarding the sword for 9000 years, will only give birth to the emotion of "touching your hand is like touching my own hand".

Commonly known as, tired.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized.

It seems that I have not used a sword for a long time.

With this in mind, he took out his saber from the storage treasure, hugged it in his arms, and touched it twice.

Lu Xuan's sword has a scabbard and is decorated with spiritual jade around it, which feels very warm to the touch.

The slender blade of the sword pressed against his heart, trembling slightly, like a resentful woman abandoned by a scumbag, conveying a faint resentment.

"Hey, don't be so perverted..."

The corner of Lu Xuan's mouth twitched, he held down the saber that was scrambling in his arms, and communicated with the sword spirit with spiritual skills.

"Okay, okay, I won't let you stay with a sword this time... In fact, I have been in the closed door for nearly a hundred years, and I just came out, and I will come to see you soon."

Real men don't write drafts when they tell nonsense.

"What? What do you mean that Jindan closed for a hundred years... No, how do you, a sword spirit, know so much? You don't care about human affairs."

While coaxing his own sword spirit, Lu Xuan slowed down a little, and saw someone stepping forward to join his team.

He was slightly dissatisfied, reached out and pressed the man's shoulder, and pulled back.

When the queue jumper turned around, he turned out to be a burly man with a rather majestic figure and a fleshy face.

The big man snorted, his tiger eyes were filled with evil spirits:

"Your boy intends to..."

He swallowed the second half of the words before he could speak them out.

Because at this moment, he sensed the breath of the other party——

Jin... Jindan? !

And it's still golden elixir.

"...If you have any opinions, just mention them, and it's not like I won't listen."

Only the big guy in the Foundation Establishment realm suddenly whispered and changed his words abruptly, his face turned purple.

"Queue up behind."

Lu Xuan raised his hand and pointed.

"Yes!"

Without hesitation, the weak Foundation Establishment cultivator ran to the end of the line and lined up obediently.

The surrounding cultivators also sensed Lu Xuan's aura, and all took half a step back.

Generally speaking, the main ones who use the teleportation array are the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stage monks.

Body-training and Qi-refinement cultivators have just entered the cultivation world, and they don't have many spirit stones on them, so they often can't afford the cost of teleporting a large formation.

After reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, the monks will start to close the Changguan, and the number of times they go down the mountain will be greatly reduced.

At the same time, monks in this realm all pay attention to ostentation, go out and sit in a private chariot, flying in the sky.

As the saying goes, Yuanying old monsters are not common, and Jindan villains are everywhere.

Golden elixir is a very delicate realm.

After the cultivator forms the alchemy, the magic power in the body will undergo a qualitative leap, and the combat effectiveness will be greatly enhanced.

Although the monks in this realm are not enough compared to the upper ones, they are more than enough compared to the lower ones.

So Lu Xuan was not underestimated when he was away from home.

At that stop, others are afraid of him.

………………

"Little friend, please stay."

After getting off the teleportation formation, not far out of the city, Lu Xuan heard someone calling him behind him.

Looking back, an old man in black robe was standing there.

There was a tripod-shaped pattern printed on the old man's clothes, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked like a fairy.

"The old man has something to do with me?"

Lu Xuan said.

"The old man was near the teleportation array just now, and he was preparing to hand over a group of new disciples to the elders of my sect. Seeing that this little friend is extraordinary, he intends to leave this inheritance to you. I wonder if you would like it?"

The old man spoke straight to the point.

There is a strong aura on his body.

As soon as Lu Xuanlue sensed——

Hey, boss Nascent Soul.

"Thank you for the kindness of the old man, but I already have a teacher, so it is inconvenient to learn from a teacher again."

Lu Xuan waved his hand and found a reason to refuse.

This kind of thing has happened to him many times before.

Walking on the road well, someone will give him a chance.

Why accept him as a disciple, teach him the exercises, recruit him as a son-in-law...

What gift magic weapon, elixir, Taoist companion...

There was even a time when a demonic monk was being hunted down and happened to run into Lu Xuan.

Mo Xiu was seriously injured, probably trying to pull a passerby into the water to block the knife, so he stuffed the treasure he had snatched with his life into Lu Xuan's arms.

As a result, before he could finish his sentence, he died in a blink of an eye.

There are many inexplicable inheritances on Lu Xuan, and they all come from this way.

"Aren't you kidding me? In today's big sect, how can anyone wear such white clothes?"

The old man looked disbelieving:

"It is estimated that your school is not well-known... Let me tell you, our Dandingzong has masters who are masters of transforming gods. Your talent should not be wasted..."

Lu Xuan: "..."

It turned out to be Huashen Qiangzong, disrespectful.

He suddenly remembered that his clothes were the style popular among the disciples of Dao Yanzong 9000 years ago.

The popular costumes in the practice world are always changing.

The founder of the mountain on the portrait of the patriarch is wearing a gray robe. At that time, everyone dressed more conservatively, and the color of the clothes was darker, and black was advocating.

When Lu Xuan was apprenticed to his teacher, it was popular to wear white clothes to guard the long sword, and the fairy spirit flew around, and the fairies stepped on white silk under their feet.

Today's sect geniuses all wear blue shirts, those from wealthy families can raise white beasts, and bare feet are popular among fairies.

As expected of a strong Nascent Soul, with keen observation skills and details.

Fashion is a circle, and I don't know when it will turn back.

Lu Xuan still misses the era when white silk stepped on and stepped on.

"If I don't go with you, will you keep pestering me?"

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment and then said.

"The old man can't just watch the uncut jade being buried, even if you are tied, I will tie you back to the sect."

Cultivator Nascent Soul snorted, his attitude was very firm.

The negotiations were fruitless, Lu Xuan sighed:
"May I ask which direction your faction is in?"

With one hand behind his back, the old man raised his hand and pointed, with a proud expression on his face:

"Eighty thousand miles to the northwest of this place is the residence of my Dandingzong!"

"...that's pretty close."

Lu Xuan thought about it.

Elder Dan Dingzong didn't understand what he meant.

Before he could ask, he heard a clear voice——

"In that case, I'll give the old man a ride."

Before the elder Dan Dingzong could react, a pair of white hands grabbed his arm.

A faint brilliance flowed from between the fingers, and a mysterious magic power sealed the cultivation of the elder of the Dandingzong, making him unable to move.

The next moment, the elder was picked up by Lu Xuan, spinning like a windmill.

"Go away!"

As soon as Lu Xuan let go, he swung the frightened old man out.

The dignified Nascent Soul powerhouse had no power to resist, screamed and went up to the sky, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)