kill the immortal

Chapter 91 5, Soul Cultivation

Early the next morning, Yu Huanting and his two brothers came, bringing along a pretty girl.

The girl was wearing a pink and white long dress, youthful and cheerful, with a sweet smile.

"This is Han Mingke, Mr. Han's granddaughter." Yu Huanqi introduced him actively.

"I've met Mr. An, Mrs. An, and Mr. Wenren." Han Mingke was very sensible and polite, and his smart eyes looked around An Yan and the others.

"I heard that you are going to pay homage to the mountain, so I will come with you. You won't be too presumptuous?"

Wenren Jinping had a good impression of this delicate and cheerful girl, not to mention she was Han Wenzai's granddaughter, and immediately smiled and said, "How could it be? It's too late to welcome you."

Han Mingke's eyes suddenly turned into a pair of crescents, walked up to Wenren Jinping and smiled and said, "Then I will call you Sister Jinping, okay, I always hear Sister Jinping's name in Chang'an! Sister Jinping it's beautiful!"

An Yan noticed that the girl always glanced at Yu Huanting intentionally or unintentionally, so she understood.

The two women quickly became friends and called each other sisters.

Yu Huanting and the others found two luxurious carriages, one for Wenren Jinping, Han Mingke and the three women of Huanxi.

An Yan waited for the four men to share the ride. Fortunately, there was a lot of space in the carriage, and the four of them didn't feel crowded.

Along the way, An Yan inquired about some local customs and customs in Chang'an. There is a lot of luxury and comparison here in Chang'an, and the styles of the rich and powerful are very exaggerated. The most famous anecdote recently is that Prince Su built a beautiful house. And invited countless high-ranking officials and concubines to play together inside.

I heard that everyone in this beauty room is naked and naked.

Wenren Jingheng couldn't help being amazed after hearing this, and An Yan was also surprised.

He was thinking in his heart how Yu Jingtang assured Yu Huanting and the others to study in Chang'an. As the son of the prime minister, Yu Huanting would definitely be able to get in touch with this circle of people. Well, the rules of Bailu Academy are very strict, maybe there is also a piece of pure land.

Wenren Jingheng asked at this time: "Have you ever gone in?"

Yu Huanqi smiled and said: "The students of Bailu Academy have always kept these things at arm's length, and Han Gong also can't understand this kind of atmosphere. If Han Gong is expelled from the academy, his official career in this life will be considered over."

Wenren Jing Heng couldn't help but frowned and thought hard. His family let him enter the academy, so he couldn't help worrying about his future.

Yu Huanqi patted Wenren Jing Heng on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, those are all low-level fun. When you enter the academy, there will be more fun waiting for you."

Yu Huanting also had a look of contempt on his face: "Prince Su has a notorious reputation. He was slapped in the face by that boy Wu Jie before. It's really an embarrassment to the royal family!"

Yu Huanqi also smiled and said: "That's right, even those who play with him look down on him in their hearts. If it's not because of King Su, this kid probably doesn't have any friends."

Before His Majesty the Emperor ascended the throne, the Queen of Heaven had no children. After a hundred years, she would always return to power with Li, and King Su's lineage was the most likely to inherit the throne.

But now that His Majesty the God Emperor ascended the throne, everything is different. She can enter the harem openly, and maybe give birth to another child.

Alternatively, she might also be able to cultivate the Wu family.

While a few people were chatting, the carriage slowly drove out of Chang'an City Gate and headed towards Taihua Mountain.

During the period, An Yan lifted the curtain of the car and looked out. There were many vehicles on the road, and even people on foot. As Yu Huanqi said before, there were many people who went to worship the mountain.

Near noon, An Yan and the others finally arrived at the foot of Taihua Mountain.

Yu Huanqi asked the coachman to go to the surrounding inns to find a place for them to stay, so as not to stay overnight if they couldn't go back today.

An Yan raised his head and looked up the mountain, only to see lush ancient pines, many waterfalls and springs, majestic and majestic, with misty clouds and mists above the peak, and dense mountain clouds, adding a bit of mystery and profundity.

What a fairy mountain!

An Yan thought to himself.

The crowds are crowded, especially at the foot of the mountain, people who come to worship the mountain, and people kneeling there can be seen everywhere.

Yu Huanqi handled the matter very properly, and led the crowd to find a booth to eat something.

There is no high-end restaurant private room here, and this booth was also temporarily built by someone, but fortunately, few people didn't dislike it.

When everyone came to the stone tablet engraved with "Spiritual Roots of Kyushu, Immortal Mountain of Taihua", Yu Huanqi and others bowed their heads, and An Yan followed suit.

Wenren Jinping is very pious, put his hands on his chest and said silently: May my husband and I be safe and happy in the future, and stay together forever!
Then she opened her eyes and saw An Yan staring at the stone tablet beside her, and asked, "Did your husband pray?"

"Ah."

"What is your husband's wish?"

An Yan smiled lightly: "Maybe it won't work if you say it."

Wenren Jinping also nodded seriously.

Yu Huanting said: "There is also a stele on the top of the mountain. It is rumored that if you pray there again, it will come true."

Han Mingke immediately said excitedly: "Then let's go quickly! My wish must come true!"

Wenren Jinping couldn't help laughing.

"Sister, what are you laughing at?"

Wenren Jinping gave him a blank look: "Don't worry about women's affairs!"

Everyone began to climb the mountain and stepped into the crowd.

Climbing a mountain is a very physical exercise, but An Yan felt that she was in exceptionally good physical condition, and she didn't feel tired at all after walking for an hour in a row.

On the other hand, the rest of them were all out of breath.

Wenren Jingheng complained: "What fun is climbing a mountain?"

"You'll know when you get to the top of the mountain!"

An Yan went to help Wenren Jinping: "Shall I carry you?"

Wenren Jinping blushed when she heard this, she looked left and right, shook her head again, and whispered: "Thank you husband, no need..."

Han Mingke laughed at the side: "I really envy sister Jinping, someone loves me, if only someone is willing to carry me up the mountain."

At this time, Yu Huanting said calmly: "It's almost time to rest, let's continue walking up."

After all, he took the lead and continued to climb the mountain alone.

Everyone laughed, Han Mingke pursed his lips, waved his fist towards Yu Huanting's back, and then followed.

Wenren Jinping smiled and said, "Sister Ming Ke is really cute."

An Yan admired the scenery along the way, supported Wenren Jinping all the way up, and pulled Huanxi from time to time.

The higher you go, the lower the temperature. The sun keeps moving westward, and the wind in the mountains makes people feel slightly chilly.

An Yan didn't feel tired. He felt that his previous guess might not be false, and his body was not an ordinary one.

The special energy in his body kept swimming around within his limbs, making him feel as if he had endless power.

In the afternoon, everyone finally reached the top of the mountain.

Wenren Jing Heng sat on the ground, fanning himself with his clothes up.

"Dizzy!" he cried.

There are also many people on the top of the mountain, and there are many vendors and opera performers who set up stalls here. It is very lively at first glance.

Looking from the top of the mountain, you can see a hazy sea of ​​clouds from a distance, shining beautifully under the sunlight.

"I'm a little dizzy too." Yu Huanqi said while clutching his forehead.

Han Mingke wandered around with his eyes, found the stone tablet on the top of the mountain, and was about to trot over, but he staggered and nearly fell to the ground after taking two steps.

Seeing this, Yu Huanting hurried to help her.

"Let's rest first."

Wenren Jinping also showed distress at this time, and said to An Yan: "Husband, I am also a little dizzy."

An Yan didn't feel any discomfort, he thought it might be caused by exhaustion and lack of oxygen.

He helped Wenren Jinping to sit down on a big rock, and Huanxi came over with a bad complexion.

plop~
An Yan suddenly heard a muffled sound, but behind them there were people who climbed to the top of the mountain, and they passed out on the ground as soon as they arrived here.

Something seems wrong...

He looked around and saw that the people who were on the top of the mountain were normal, maybe they had adapted and recovered, but the people who came up later had obvious symptoms of discomfort, and there were many people sitting on the ground around them covering their heads and panting.

An Yan looked at Wenren Jinping beside him, and asked with concern, "How are you?"

Wenren Jinping didn't want to say anything at the moment, but when An Yan asked, she replied breathlessly: "Husband, I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a while."

Seeing this, An Yan frowned secretly, but at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't intend to disturb you."

An Yan was startled, and his thoughts immediately changed. He felt that the energy in his body seemed to be connected to something.

He tried to reply with his thoughts: "What did you do?"

The voice sounded again: "I'm just practicing here, I accidentally took away a little spirit from fellow Taoists and friends, and I still hope that fellow Taoists will be happy."

A little soul...

An Yan's heart sank suddenly, and he looked around calmly, and then his eyes stayed on an old man who was also looking at him with a smile on his face.

This old man has snow-white hair, but he has an extraordinary temperament.

"Fellow Daoist is very good at concentrating energy. I didn't realize it beforehand, so I didn't have time to dismantle this magic circle. Fellow Daoist, please don't blame it. It's just a mortal's soul, and it won't affect anything."

An Yan's thoughts were racing at this moment. He knew nothing about cultivating immortality in detail, but he had been influenced by various cultures in his previous life, and he had a rough idea of ​​what the path should be.

What kind of monks and what kind of exercises would take away other people's souls?

And the soul, just because it sounds like An Yan, feels that it should be extremely important.

How dare this guy be so unscrupulous, taking advantage of other people's visits to the mountain, to practice such crooked ways!
An Yan asked with his spiritual thoughts: "All the people who came to worship the mountain were taken away by you?"

The voice said with a smile: "If I used to dare not be so bold, but now His Majesty the God Emperor suddenly issued an order to lift the ban on our monks, so I can come out and do some activities. It's just a group of mortals, and I don't want to their lives."

"Of course, if fellow daoists really don't like what I've done, I'm willing to offer compensation. It's an apology for unintentionally taking away the souls of fellow daoists and friends. Outside monks are about to enter the customs. I'm afraid they will look down on us Xuantang As a monk, you are eager to improve your cultivation, and you can understand it if you want to come to fellow Taoists."

An Yan pondered for a while, and responded: "I don't need any compensation, I just ask you to return my friend's soul."

But the voice showed embarrassment: "I'm afraid it can't be done. I don't have such an ability in the next kung fu method. You won't force me to scatter the spirit?"

An Yan suddenly felt that the matter was extremely difficult.

I don't know what this monk came from, but he must be stronger than himself, and he doesn't know how to use any spells.

But what about Wenren Jinping and the others' spirits? Was it just taken away?

After hesitating, An Yan asked again: "They lost that part of spirit, what will happen?"

The old man didn't respond, and An Yan noticed that the way he looked at her seemed a little different.

After a while, An Yan heard the voice again: "It's nothing, you just need to rest for a while and you can recover on your own. Although I am a monk, I won't hurt the sky."

An Yan hesitated in his heart, frowning secretly, not knowing how credible his words were, but he was on the completely passive side.

The voice said again: "Fellow Taoists can also warm up their souls for them. I don't take much away, and it only takes half a day to recover."

An Yan was still thinking.

The voice said sincerely: "If fellow daoists don't know how to warm and nourish the soul, how about I wish to give it to fellow daoists?"

After the other party finished speaking, An Yan saw him take out a book, as if he really wanted to give it to him sincerely.

Only then did An Yan frowned with hesitation.

boom--

A strong wave of air suddenly erupted from the old man, including Wenren Jinping, Yu Huanting and others, all the people on the top of the mountain passed out at this moment.

An Yan's eyes flickered, and the old man teleported directly in front of him. The smile on his face was gone, and his eyes were a little cold.

"Fellow Daoist doesn't know anything. It turns out that he is a half-hearted casual cultivator. It's not easy to kill ordinary people, but no one cares if you kill a monk. The soul of a complete monk is worth all the achievements I have made in the past two days." !"

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(End of this chapter)