kill the immortal

Chapter 104 18, Where can I know the past?
The Pinglan Sect is not a small family, it is also an ancient orthodoxy second only to the Nine Sects in Xian Qin.

However, in Xian Qin, except for the Zhao royal family, all the forces other than the Jiu Sect have an insurmountable gap with the Jiu Sect.

The spiritual disaster is approaching. Pinglan Sect may initially be a place to survive in this chaotic world, but sooner or later it will become a piece of meat on the chopping board of the Nine Sects.

But now they also have a chance to make a comeback. Xuantang opened the Three Realms Gate, but prohibited people in the demigod realm from entering, which meant that a large gap between them and the Nine Sects was erased.

In the future, Xuantang will undergo earth-shaking changes, and chaos is the first step for them to advance.

The people of the Nine Immortal Qin Sects and the Mang Han ancient clans were afraid of rats, so it was natural for them to be the first to eat crabs.

In Xian Qin, it would be a fool's errand for this Qi Realm loose cultivator to come to the door as a guest, but it is different here. These people look like ants that can be easily crushed, but they are not restrained in Xuantang.

Qu Zipei's state cannot be felt by Anyan, but it must be above the spiritual state, or even the fate state.

However, such a person was extremely polite to everyone present, and had no airs when chatting, making people feel very good to get along with him.

This is just an appearance. The people present are not stupid. Qu Zipei is so hospitable, and they naturally welcome him with smiles.

In the end, Qu Zipei did not make any request. The whole process was just chatting. He asked everyone present about the customs of Xuantang and Chang'an, and also took the initiative to tell some anecdotes about the world of immortal Qin. According to his own words, In order to form a good relationship, make friends with the people present.

An Yan also tasted the tea that contained spiritual energy. Once it entered his stomach, he felt refreshed. His five senses were instantly smooth, and his limbs felt refreshed.

When it was time to say goodbye, Anyan received a secret message from Qu Zipei.

"Fellow Daoist An, please stay for now. Please come to the inner hall."

An Yan's mind moved. Seeing the many casual cultivators present leaving, he sat down quietly and continued to drink tea.

However, some casual cultivators looked at him twice before leaving. After everyone left, An Yan also got up and walked to the inner hall, and found that there were two other people here.

The woman in the red dress, Xue Yan, and another spiritual cultivator, An Yan learned from Shen Xiuqing's memory that his name was Wei Yunhong.

When Xue Yan saw An Yan come in, she smiled and said, "Let me just say you are not a nobody."

An Yan cupped his hands and said, "I'm just a fledgling junior."

Qu Zipei walked in at this time, cupped his hands and said: "You three, our Pinglan Sect has specially prepared special gifts for three Taoist friends."

After that, he turned over his hand and took out three warm jade pieces, and each of them flew in front of the three of them.

An Yan took it after thinking, and looked inside with a look of surprise.

At first, the bottle of elixir made An Yan feel like he was having sex for free, but the thing in the warm jade made him feel like it weighed a thousand pounds.

Xue Yan said leisurely at this time: "Elder Qu gives such a big gift. If we are asked to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire, should we go or not?"

Qu Zipei said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Xueyan is joking. We first arrived in this treasured land and we sincerely want to be friends with the three of us. How can we exchange for your friendship if we don't be more generous?"

"From Xian Qin to Xuantang, we have been trembling with fear, for fear of doing something wrong. We only hope that we can be neighbors in harmony with you in the future. I heard that the monks of Xuantang have always been harmonious and kind to each other, and we also want to do it as soon as possible. To integrate into this big family, the three of you don’t have to worry about anything, and you don’t ask for a few small gifts. I just ask that the three of you can remember our Pinglan Sect, so that we can often interact with each other and take care of each other in the future.”

Wei Yunhong also said: "Elder Qu is very kind, but this gift is too expensive, and it is really unworthy of it."

Qu Zipei sighed: "We are outsiders, and we know that you are wary of us, but sooner or later you will know our sincerity. Now that these gifts have been given, please don't refuse them anymore. If you really don't want to, just treat them as roadside gifts." It’s fine if you pick it up, even if you don’t recognize me, Pinglan Sect, when you leave the mountain gate, we will have no problem with it.”

An Yan looked at Wen Yu in his hand, thought about it, and suddenly thought that this should be considered a bribe.

The Pinglan Sect wanted to open up channels in Xuantang as soon as possible, and his uncle Yu Jingtang played an important role in Xuantang. Otherwise, he would not be worth their efforts.

Even if the monks come, Xuantang is still a world where mortals are respected.

An Yan returned the warm jade and said, "If Elder Qu wants to make friends, that bottle of elixir is enough."

Qu Zipei had no choice but to smile with relief: "It doesn't matter, as long as the three of you know that I am sincere, maybe I was too enthusiastic and made the three of them uncomfortable. Qu apologizes to the three of them."

After saying that, he bowed his hands and bowed, and An Yan and the other three immediately returned the bow.

Qu Zipei thought of something. After taking back the three warm jade pieces, he turned over his hand and took out three exquisite wooden boxes.

"This is Lingxue Hancui. The Lingxue tea you three drank just now is not a rare thing, so don't refuse anymore."

The three of them accepted it, and after being polite, left Taihua Mountain together.

Not long after he left the mountain gate, An Yan was blocked by a red light.

"Mr. An." The visitor was Xue Yan, wearing a revealing red dress that showed off her sex appeal.

An Yan was immediately alarmed. After all, she was the one who killed Shen Xiuqing. At this moment, she could not help but think that the other party came to her door because of this.

Now outside Chang'an City, it was the perfect time to kill someone and silence him. This man was a spiritual master. An Yan didn't know what chance he had of winning and escaping if he wore the Mysterious Bone.

"Mr. An seems to be afraid of the slave family?" Xue Yan's beautiful eyes moved as she kept looking at An Yan. Under the semi-transparent red veil, the curve of the corner of her mouth could be vaguely seen.

"I wonder why Fairy Xueyan stopped me?" An Yan said calmly.

"What do you call a fairy? It's so tacky." Xue Yan said with a sweet smile.

"Just call me Xueyan from the Nu family. Master Guan'an from the Nu family has pure spiritual energy, and he doesn't seem to be practicing the Xuanzhen method."

Xuanzhen...

After thinking for a while, An Yan asked, "Fairy Xueyan seems to know Xuanzhen very well. Are you familiar with them?"

Xue Yan's beautiful eyes blinked: "Mr. An's words don't seem to be from Xuanzhen, right?"

An Yan heard this and did not reply.

He didn't know if he was from Xuanzhen, nor did he know what his relationship was with Xuanzhen.

But at this moment, he wanted to know very urgently in his heart.

What happened to me recently was all related to my past self.

What if an extremely powerful enemy comes to your door one day? How will you deal with it?
Xue Yan chuckled again and said, "That's true. For thousands of years, Xuan Zhen has never accepted a male disciple. Although Mr. An is a talented person, he shouldn't let them break the precepts."

Then he walked back and forth in front of An Yan with a graceful and enchanting posture.

"How can the Nu family be acquainted with the people of Xuan Zhen? They have thousands of years of Taoism and supreme inheritance. Those people in Xuan Zhen are afraid that they are too lazy to take a look at the Nu family."

She looked sighing and feeling sorry for herself in the first half of her words, but then she suddenly sneered in the second half.

This sinister tone made An Yan thoughtful.

In Shen Xiuqing's memory, her master had always been very critical of Xuanzhen. Shen Xiuqing also felt that all the female cultivators of Xuanzhen were above their heads.

But there is no way, who makes them the strongest force in Xuantang.

His Taoist mother was also the only adversity monk in Xuantang.

Xue Yan focused her attention on An Yan again, with a charming charm between her brows and eyes.

"Master An, you won't look down on the slave family, right?"

An Yan replied in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "Fairy Xueyan said something serious. I am not in the right state of mind. Why do you have the right to look down on Fairy Xueyan? I am honored to look at Fairy Xueyan so highly."

"Young Master An, you have such a sweet mouth." Xue Yan smiled sweetly, and suddenly came forward. The fragrant wind blew against her face, but it made An Yan tense up.

"I wonder if one day I can let the slave family have a good taste?" Her words were full of teasing and teasing. An Yan was not moved at all in her heart. She only felt that this woman was very dangerous.

"Fairy Snow Goose is joking."

Xue Yan gently caressed her snow-white chest with one hand, then took out a wooden sign from the depths and handed it to her.

"If Mr. An has time, you can come to Shuiyue Xiaozhu to see the slave family. The slave family is looking forward to talking about scriptures and Taoism with Mr. An."

An Yan's brows jumped when he saw this, and he took the wooden sign that was still warm.

"See you later, Mr. An." Xue Yan blinked at her again, and then turned into a rainbow and disappeared into the sky.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then secretly thought that he had to find a way to find out the past of the original person.

If you use the divine invasion skill skillfully, you can explore other people's memories without any harm, but An Yan is still reluctant to use it on the few people around him.

Moreover, Wenren Jinping didn't know that he was a monk, and his understanding of himself was probably limited.

Maybe we still have to start with the people from Luoyang, but considering what happened to his original body, there are probably many dangers lurking there.

An Yan found it a bit difficult to handle.

All the way back to Chang'an, when they entered the house, Wenren Jinping and Shen Rongxi were chatting together in the room. They didn't know what they were talking about and laughing.

An Yan thought of the spiritual tea he had brought back, so he did not disturb them. Instead, he asked his servants to make a pot of boiling water. This spiritual tea did not need to be boiled, just soaked in water.

Seeing the green tea leaves unfolding in the cup, An Yan tasted it himself first, felt it carefully to make sure it was harmless, and then carried it into the room himself.

"Husband, you are back!" Wenren Jinping said with a smile on his face.

"What are you talking about? Are you so happy?" An Yan chuckled casually.

Shen Rongxi smiled: "Just talking about some interesting things from my childhood."

"Come and try this tea. I just brought it back from a friend."

An Yan glanced at Huanxi and Yingzhi in the room and poured two more glasses.

The room is filled with the aroma of tea, which makes people feel more energetic after smelling it.

"What kind of tea? It smells so good."

"It's called Lingxue Hancui, Huanxi River is full of branches, you guys should come and have a taste."

"Thank you, Uncle."

"Thank you Mr. An."

After the four girls tasted it, their eyes shone brightly, their faces instantly improved a lot, and they became energetic.

"This tea..." Wenren Jinping looked at the contents in the cup and was pleasantly surprised.

Shen Rongxi couldn't help but admired: "This tea is wonderful, slightly sweet in the mouth, with a refreshing fragrance in the aftertaste, and it has the effect of improving eyesight and refreshing the mind. After drinking it, the whole body feels comfortable. Rongxu has drunk a lot of tea in his life. It's really Unheard of!”

An Yan smiled and said, "Just think it's pretty good. This tea is specially made and is not widely available on the market. I'll give these to Yushen and everyone to drink on weekdays. Come back to me when you're done."

There was a lot of spiritual tea in the wooden box given by Qu Zipei. An Yan divided some of it, which was enough to drink for several months.

Shen Rongxi hesitated and said: "Wouldn't it be a waste if I drink such a treasure?"

Wenren Jinping took her hand and said, "Sister Rong Xi is being polite to us again. When will she treat herself as one of our family members?"

Shen Rongxi laughed helplessly when he heard this: "Then I will be disrespectful. Thank you Mr. An."

An Yan just smiled, and then saw Huanxi holding a teacup in both hands and still sipping. He patted her head and cursed with a smile: "Glutty."

Huan Xi just chuckled.

This scene fell in Wenren Jinping's eyes and he didn't say anything.

At night, An Yan hugged Wenren Jinping on the bed and asked, "Jinping, do I have any friends in Luoyang?"

"Why did Anlang suddenly ask these questions?"

"If you're curious, just ask."

Wenren Jinping hesitated and said: "Anlang didn't stay in Luoyang for long. It seems that the only two people close to him are Huanzhang and Huanzhen, and I don't know about the other concubines."

An Yan pondered for a moment, he knew this.

"Am I from Yanzhou?"

"Well, Anlang was born in Yanzhou, but something happened to his family. At that time, there was a bandit rebellion in Yanzhou. Anlang, under the orders of his late father, sold his remaining property and went to Luoyang to join Uncle Yu. Later, the rebels caused trouble. Now only the Anlang family is left. Anlang is alone."

"Is there any old friend left?" An Yan couldn't help but ask.

Wenren Jinping shook his head gently: "I don't know anymore. In the past, Anlang rarely mentioned Yanzhou matters to me. I was afraid that Anlang would think of the sad things in the past, so I basically didn't ask."

"Later, Anlang encountered robbers on his way to Luoyang and fell into a refugee camp. Fortunately, he was rescued by Master Xuanyi and was able to enter the city."

"Master Xuanyi?" An Yan asked immediately.

"He is a close attendant of His Majesty the God Emperor." Wenren Jinping said. "He has always been with His Majesty the God Emperor. He is a compassionate and noble scholar."

An Yan frowned and said, "Do you know she is a monk?"

Wenren Jinping was extremely surprised: "She is a monk? No, Xuanyi is not a monk, but a learned man who cultivates his mind and character."

An Yan knew that Master Xuanyi had seen him in Wu Yunxian's directory and in Shen Xiuqing's memory.

The leader of Xuanzong of Xuanzhen Sect.

The senior sister of the current national master Fuyao Zhenren and the nephew of Taoist Taiyao Zunren, he is a person with extremely high status in both the mortal world of Xuantang and the immortal world of Xuantang.

His previous official position was that of a sixth-grade living minister, and he was also in front of His Majesty the God-Emperor.

The monks I met always said that they were involved with Xuan Zhen, and presumably it was related to this Master Xuanyi.

An Yan's mind was spinning with thoughts, connecting what she knew one by one.

People around him said that the day before he was dismissed, he suffered from panic attacks. He came out of the palace in a daze, slept for three days in a row, and woke up with "amnesia."

Something must have happened that day, and it was most likely something bad for him. Otherwise, Yu Jingtang wouldn't have warned him that amnesia was a good thing, but could actually protect him.

Wu Yunxian, Meier, and Xueyan all felt that they were members of Xuanzhen, but it was more likely that the Xuanzhen sect was an enemy rather than a friend to An Yan.

However, this Xuanzhen had an extraordinary status in the Xuantang Immortal World, almost as a ruler.

An Yan felt that the road ahead was like falling into a sea of ​​smoke, full of dangers.

Too many weaknesses, too weak, cautious in words and actions, walking on thin ice.

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