kill the immortal

Chapter 108 22. Does she smell good?

"Master, this is the soul refining technique of Wu Yunxian."

Xue Yan presented an ancient book with a respectful expression.

Meier took the ancient book and flipped through it, then nodded gently and said, "Did you get it from that An Yan?"

Xue Yan lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head: "Yes."

Meier's eyes were still on the page of the book, and she asked at the same time: "What is the relationship between him and Xuanzhen?"

"The disciples saw that the method he practiced was completely different from Xuanzhen,"

"Xuan Yi lost his soul and re-cultivated back then, and created his own method. It's possible that An Yan practiced Xuan Yi's method."

"Create your own method?" Xue Yan was very surprised when he heard this, and immediately said in shock.

"But, she is not in the spiritual realm..."

Mei'er glanced at her and said calmly: "What's wrong with the spiritual realm? Even if she doesn't return to the spiritual realm, she still can't compare to you."

Xue Yan was a little dissatisfied: "Master, is it that you think too highly of her? She is in the spiritual realm, and the disciple is also in the spiritual realm. If we were to fight at the same level openly and honestly, the disciple would not lose easily!"

After saying this, she secretly thought, except for people who are exposed to Xuanjia Technique!
Mei'er looked at her angry look and sneered: "Why, do you think that because you are in the same situation as her, you think there is not much difference between you and her?"

Xue Yan no longer contradicted her, but she still felt dissatisfied.

Mei'er said expressionlessly: "What do you think is the basis for her being entrusted with important responsibilities by the entire Xuanzhen Religion, becoming the Taoist leader of Xuanzong at a young age, and having friendships with her peers? Don't think that geniuses in this world are just for you. One person is the same as the other, and with your mentality like this, you will fall into trouble sooner or later! When the time comes, you will expose your corpse in the wilderness like your senior sister, and will you still claim to be my master to avenge you?"

A big fall...

Xue Yan lowered his head and remained silent.

The circle of monks in Xuantang was not large. Those with a backer and those who were alone were completely two different types of people. Xue Yan was highly respected wherever he went.

She was extremely talented and beautiful, and the words she heard the most were words of praise for her. Successors of Taoist traditions such as Qiongxia Mountain, Qingyang Sword Sect, and Qiu Xuanmen were also polite to her when they met her.

Except for those bitches from the Xuanzhen Sect who have eyes above their heads...

Maybe he is the one who has his eyes higher than his head. If not, he will not end up being enslaved by others.

Xue Yan felt indescribable sadness in her heart at this moment.

Meier closed the ancient book in her hand and said, "Did you go to Pinglan Sect a few days ago?"

"...Yes, Wei Yunhong also went. Qu Zipei, the deacon elder of Pinglan Sect, gave a lot of elixirs as a greeting gift. In addition, he also wanted to give the disciple more expensive gifts alone, but the disciple didn't ask for it."

Mei'er nodded gently: "You're not too confused. This Pinglan Sect is eager to establish itself, so it even wants to please the Qi Realm monks. In the past, it would have been difficult for them to be a teacher, let alone You are in a spiritual state."

"Didn't Master say that they are from a small family?"

"That's also a relative term. If you really want to compare the size of their Pinglan Sect in Xian Qin, all the Taoist traditions of our entire Xuantang can't be compared to one finger, let alone the size of Pinglan Sect. There are nine sects and ancient clans.”

"Are people outside the customs really so powerful?" Xue Yan asked in surprise.

"The strongest monk in our Xuantang Dynasty is Taiyao, Taoist Mother of Xuanzhen. He is the only one in the past thousand years. And outside the pass, there are more than ten demigod monks. If it is not agreed that demigods cannot enter the pass, this time The opening of the Three Realms Pass will inevitably cause a great turmoil, and may lead to a repeat of the troubled wars of thousands of years ago."

"People outside the pass have grown up in battles since the beginning, and have experienced countless hardships of life and death. If we fight with them, our Xuantang monks' chances of winning are less than [-]% under the fate level, and only [-]% above the fate level."

Xue Yan's mind was racing with thoughts, and she suddenly asked: "What about the Mysterious Armor Technique?"

"Ok?"

"My disciple would like to ask, if someone from outside the customs fights with a soldier who also wears black armor, what is the winning rate?"

Mei'er was silent for a while: "There are hundreds of types of Xuanjia. After thousands of years of development, they will only become stronger than they were a thousand years ago. The most common Xuanjia guards are also invincible to spiritual realm monks."

"A spiritual monk outside the pass?"

Meier said calmly: "Xuanjia is specially made to restrain monks. Even those monks outside the pass who have trained themselves and are good at fighting have less than a [-]% chance of winning."

Xue Yan couldn't help but said: "Then if the disciple faces Xuan Jiawei, wouldn't the chance of winning be less than one in a hundred?"

"Don't do anything stupid. People from the Shi clan can kill even demigods."

"..."

"You have been focusing on dealing with Li Chongrui recently. You don't need to worry about An Yan. I will arrange someone else."

"……Yes."

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An Yan got a lot of benefits from Xue Yan, most of which were elixirs and secret techniques.

As for the magic weapon, he didn't ask for it. The main reason was that it was easy for others to recognize, and since he had a mysterious bone, he didn't need any ordinary magic weapon.

Now he just wants to break through the spiritual realm quickly.

An Yan has benefited a lot from Xue Yan's spiritual cultivation experience. Different abilities will lead to different levels of understanding of the same technique. Shen Xiuqing is not as good as Xue Yan in this regard.

The so-called spiritual realm is to shed the mortal body and transform into a true spirit. In the future, when using magic and magical powers, one can also communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on a small scale.

It's just that An Yan still hasn't reached the threshold yet. He needs more spiritual energy to strengthen his Qi sea.

"Uncle."

A knock on the door woke up An Yan who was immersed in practice in the study.

"Enter."

Huan Xi walked in, her face flushed.

"It's snowing outside. Miss, please come over and enjoy the snow together."

An Yan walked over to see her cute look, then reached out and touched her cheek. He felt ice cold, and saw that her hands were also red from the cold.

"Did you play in the snow?"

Huanxi suddenly felt awkward as An Yan stroked his cheek.

"Ah... aunt... uncle, go quickly, the lady is waiting for you."

"it is good."

The two of them came out of the study together and saw that the sky outside was indeed filled with snowflakes.

"Uncle, look!" Huanxi said excitedly, pointing to the sky.

As soon as he left the room, the temperature was a bit cold. An Yan looked at Luoxue and said to Huanxi, "It's so cold. Please wear more clothes in the future to avoid getting cold again."

Hearing this, Huan Xi muttered in a low voice: "It won't look good if you wear it too thickly."

An Yanxiao asked, "Who are you showing it to?"

Huanxi was embarrassed and said quickly: "Oh, uncle, let's go quickly!"

The two of them walked along the corridor towards the courtyard where the red plum trees were blooming, and saw three figures standing under the pavilion.

They are Wenren Jinping, Shen Rongxi and their maid Yingzhi.

Wenren Jinping was wearing a snow-white cloak, and underneath was a thin brocade fur coat with exquisite and beautiful embroidery. Shen Rongkeng was dressed in dark green. She never liked to wear too bright colors.

The two of them were talking about something there with smiles on their faces. When An Yan saw this, his heart moved, and he reached out to hold Huan Xi next to him: "Wait a minute, let's tease them."

Huanxi became interested immediately after hearing this, and asked expectantly: "What do you want to do?"

An Yan reached out and grabbed a layer of snow on the railing into his hand, and formed it into a snowball.

"You get one too."

"okay!"

"We'll go over quietly later and stuff the snowballs into their necks. I'll stuff the Jinping, and you can stuff the snowballs into their necks."

An Yan secretly plotted.

Huanxi's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she asked uneasily, "Shall I get everyone Shen? That's not good...will she be angry?" "If you don't get her, why should I get her?" Don’t worry, she won’t be so stingy.”

"Okay! Hey hey hey!"

Under the pavilion, Shen Rongxi was admiring the newly painted picture of red plum blossoms and snow by Wenren Jinping. He couldn't help but praise: "Jinping's painting skills are really expressive and admirable."

"Why does sister Rong Xi always praise me? I know exactly what my sister draws."

Hot water was boiling on the stove, and white air was constantly exhaling from the spout. On the side, Yingzhi saw two people approaching furtively. When he was about to speak, he saw one of them making a "shh" gesture towards him.

She realized something, her eyebrows moved slightly, she pursed her lips and took a step back with a smile.

Shen Rong was about to speak when he suddenly saw An Yan's figure coming into view and quickly stuffing something into Wenren Jinping's neck with his hands and feet.

"Ah!" Wenren Jinping exclaimed and jumped up on the spot.

Shen Rong was stunned for a moment. He just realized that An Yan was teasing Wenren Jinping, and then he felt something cold invade the back of his neck.

"what!"

The two gentle women, who had always been dignified and elegant, were running around in panic at this moment, trying to brush away the broken snow from the back of their necks, but the cold thing had already fallen into their backs along their collars.

An Yan, who had succeeded, smiled happily. Huanxi also walked to Yingzhi's side and watched the show.

An Yan suddenly felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing towards him. The person in front of him seemed to be about to fall, so he quickly reached out to help him and hugged him around the waist.

"Husband!"

After finally shaking off the flakes of snow from his clothes, Wenren Jinping spoke angrily, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Rong's knees falling into An Yan's arms.

"cough!"

An Yan let go of his hand solemnly, and Shen Rongqi stepped aside with a blushing face.

"It's just a joke." An Yan said nonchalantly. He glanced at the painting on the stone table and said, "This plum painting is really good. I can tell it was painted by my beloved wife."

Wenren Jinping, who had looked annoyed just now, now looked at An Yan with a resentful expression.

Shen Rongxi quickly straightened up his appearance, calmed down his mind, lowered his head slightly and spoke softly to An Yan: "I hope Mr. An will stop making such embarrassing jokes in the future."

"The water is boiling, let's make tea." An Yan said.

Upon hearing this, Yingzhi hurriedly came over, picked up the kettle and started making tea.

He looked as if nothing had happened just now.

Seeing him like this, Wenren Jinping also walked to the railing, grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it directly into An Yan's collar.

An Yan was not afraid of the cold, but still cooperated with his wife, jumping up and down while exclaiming.

"Cool! So cold! Hiss—"

Wenren Jinping breathed out, feeling much relieved and smiling on his face.

Shen Rong looked at An Yan from the side and pursed his lips to smile. His face could not help but get slightly hot when the scene just happened was heard.

She thought to herself that Mr. An knew the rules and allowed Huanxi to tease her. She accidentally fell into his arms. She hoped that Jinping would not misunderstand because of this...

No, it must be this person’s idea that Huanxi did this. He couldn’t take care of so much in a hurry. I don’t blame myself...

His hands are so powerful...

"Sister Rong Xi?"

Wenren Jinping's voice brought back her thoughts. Shen Rong raised her eyes and saw the other party looking at her with a smile that was a bit confusing.

"What's the matter, Jinping?" She responded with a smile, returning to her dignified and intellectual self.

"Nothing, just drink tea and warm yourself up."

evening.

Huanxi brought a basin of hot water to wash Anyan's feet, while Wenren Jinping sat in front of the dressing table and quietly combed his hair and removed makeup.

The little girl washed very carefully, even scrubbing the gaps between her toes.

"My uncle's feet are so clean, you can't even get any mud out of them." Huanxi lowered his head and said.

"Isn't it clean?"

"Of course it's fine. The water I took a bath with is clean, and there's no dirt in it."

"What do you study every day?"

Huan Xi chuckled and said, "I washed my dad's feet when I was a kid. His feet were so hard that he had to rub them hard with a pig-hair brush."

An Yan laughed: "What does your father do?"

Huan Xi said nonchalantly: "He has passed away. He used to be the housekeeper of the young lady's house."

Wenren Jinping also said at this time: "Uncle Fu, he was very loyal to the family during his lifetime, but it's a pity that he got seriously ill because of overwork."

An Yan wordlessly reached out and touched her little head.

Not long after, Huanxi took out a clean cloth and wiped the soles of Anyan's feet, then helped Anyan put on his cotton socks, then picked up the foot-washing bucket and went out.

Wenren Jinping came over, sat next to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

An Yan sighed: "People are really different."

Wenren Jinping laughed and said, "Why do you think so suddenly?"

An Yan hugged her: "It's nothing."

Wenren Jinping cuddled on his shoulder for a while, then suddenly stood up and asked, "Why are you teasing me and sister Rong Xi like that today!"

"Just kidding you."

"Humph, I see you still look like you're still unsatisfied after hugging her today!"

"How can I? If I don't help, she will fall to the ground. What if she gets injured?"

"I'm afraid you didn't plan this all along. If you want to make fun of me, why don't you just make fun of me? You can also mess around with Sister Rong Xi."

An Yan stopped arguing with her and said helplessly, "I won't do it next time."

Wenren Jinping looked at her for a while, then suddenly his eyebrows curved and he asked with a smile: "Is Sister Rongxi's waist thin and soft?"

"..."

Wenren Jinping then asked: "Does she smell good?"

An Yan raised her eyebrows and said, "Smells, very smells."

Wenren Jinping's expression suddenly dropped, and he turned over on the bed: "Since she smells good, go find her and sleep!"

An Yan took advantage of the situation and moved towards him, but was pushed away by her.

"I was wrong, I was wrong."

"Go away!"

"You cunning woman, don't be so shameless. Do you have to teach your husband a lesson?"

Wenren Jinping turned around again and looked at him with a smile: "I'm afraid you won't be able to teach me a lesson. Unfortunately, I have my period again today."

An Yan "..."

She stood up and leaned into An Yan's ear, whispering: "An Lang, don't you remember what I said that day?"

(End of this chapter)