Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 145: By the Yanming Lake, the Cicadas Are Chilling!
By the Yanming Lake, in the winter forest, the mournful sound of cicadas still echoed in everyone's ears.

The disciples of Mochi Garden were very curious about why they could still hear the sound of cicadas in the severe winter. The sound of cicadas in winter always makes people feel strange.

But when I looked around, I could only hear the increasingly loud chirping of cicadas, but there was no sign of them.

The chilling cicada is miserable, but there is no shadow of the chilling cicada, which is very strange.

Chen Xuan's eyes were still calm, as if the chilling sound in his ears did not exist. The cloud seal between his eyebrows turned red.

Then Chen Xuan waved his sleeves, and the sound of the chilling cicadas by the Yanming Lake stopped abruptly. The chilling cicadas in winter were so miserable, it should be for the long pavilion bowl. Yu curtain.

Even after more than [-] years of copying hairpin-shaped regular script in that small building, he could not eliminate his anger, and his murderous intent became even more intense.

Chen Xuan took a step forward, stood in front of Mo Shanshan, and said flatly: "It is rumored that in the storm overseas, there are divine beasts that can ride the clouds and fog, and there is also the Haotian God, who has the ability to call wind and rain."

"On its neck, there is a scale that grows upside down. That's why dragons have reversed scales. Anyone who touches it will die!"

"I also heard that there are cicadas in the West. They hide in the mud for 23 years. They only wake up when the snowy mountains and floods melt. They bathe in the mud and water, dry their wings in the cold wind, and fly through the void."

"It is rumored that Lin Wu, the former master of the Demon Sect, practiced the 23-year-old cicada. Now that the cicadas are chilling in the winter forest, it should be Lin Wu who has arrived."

Raising hands, waving sleeves, there is a wind and snow blowing on its own, and it goes straight to the winter forest. When the wind clears and the snow is gone, there is no more cicadas singing in the winter forest.

Yu Lian's expression was dignified at first, then relaxed, and said: "Such cicadas are singing, it should be the arrival of the Sect Master, but I don't know, what is the Sect Master's intention in coming to this winter forest?"

"Mr. Chen, the story about Nilin is indeed very good. The dragon has Nilin, and those who touch it will die."

"But where is Mr. Chen's Ni Lin?"

Where was the sound, Yu Lian took a few steps to the left, and carefully looked at that well-known bookworm in the world, a bookworm who was as indistinguishable from red walls and white snow.

Chen Xuan's plain eyes looked into the distance and said: "My Nilin can only know myself and my nature is self-sufficient. Even if I am the former master of the Demon Sect, I have entered the mysterious and mysterious realm of the Heavenly Demon."

"Appearing here, how can I escape, the will of heaven?
"God wills people's hearts, but I have a sword, which can open up land, circumvent cities, break mountains, slay gods, and suppress demons, just like meteors and fire rain."

"There's just no one here, come and test your skills!"

The sword is most intimidating when it is unsheathed. Once the sword is unsheathed, it will naturally scare away many people.

Perhaps in a sense, his sword did scare many people. People are always afraid of the unknown.

The anger flashed across Yu Lian's pretty face. He couldn't buy the lake and was ridiculed by Mr. Chen for a while. It was really annoying, but Yu Lian couldn't do anything at this moment. .

Yu Lian smiled and saluted, and then said: "Mr. Chen, Master Mo, I'm really sorry for taking the liberty of visiting."

"My little junior brother will soon have a life-and-death battle with the Northern Great General Xiahou at the bank of the great lake thirty miles away. I hope the two of you can go and watch."

Chen Xuan nodded slightly and said: "Ning Que, the Thirteenth Master of the Academy, crossed the border to fight Xiahou. This battle should be very interesting."

"Teacher Yu, don't worry, when the time comes, I will definitely go with the Mountain Lord."

In the dark, he had a premonition that maybe the great priest of light who faked his death to escape would appear in this duel, and maybe he would fight across the border.

He never believed that a great priest of light would die so easily without taking anyone away.

So he will not sell this side of Yanming Lake, and he is not qualified to sell this side of Yanming Lake.

Yu Lian then turned around and left, and Qianrou's figure disappeared by the Yanming Lake.

And at this time, in the winter forest on the other side of the Yanming Lake, the indistinct chirping of cicadas sounded again, but it was different from the previous time.

Perhaps it was because I was afraid of disturbing unrelated people. This time, the sound of cicadas was faintly heard. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it at all. The sound of cicadas fell in your ears.

Mo Shanshan heard the faint chirping of cicadas in his ears, and asked, "Mr. Chen, the chilling cicadas in the forest seem to be rising again."

Chen Xuan turned his head and looked at the Yanming Mountain on the other side of the Yanming Lake. The wind and snow in the forest had not cleared just now, and he said with a smile: "Evil heretics, it's insignificant!"

"If Lin Wu, the lord of the Demon Sect, really showed up in Chang'an City, the Academy should be the one who is worried, not us."

The Sect Master of the Demon Sect has already left. If others hadn't seen it with their own eyes, how would they believe it? After practicing for 23 years, the Sect Master of the former Demon Sect lost his masculinity and turned into a female body.

The 23-year-old cicada, as if it was a journey, never drank Mengpo soup. It's just a 23-year-old cicada with a lofty intention and the meaning of Taoism, but it has been forcibly cultivated into this appearance.

The difference between a male body and a female body is difficult to escape without experiencing it. However, in most cases, in the records, most people avoid disasters or use magical powers. However, Lin Wu, or Yu Lian, personally overcame this disaster.

Once you get through it, it will definitely be a shocking moment, but 23 years have not come yet, and Yu Lian is still confused.

Under the warm golden crow light, Chen Xuan and Mo Shanshan walked together towards the bonfire in Yanming Lake.

On the smooth iron plate calcined by the real fire of Samadhi, there was no trace of the sizzling and tender mutton left. All that was left was a Taoist idiot drinking fruit wine and burping constantly.

Mo Shanshan looked helplessly at Ye Hongyu, who was sitting on a chair, unable to get up, and said, "Ye Hongyu, eat so much, can you still lift the Dao sword?"

Ye Hongyu burped, put down the glass cup in his hand, and said with a smile: "How can I not lift the Tao Sword?"

Speaking of which, Ye Hongyu was about to get up with the sword, but as soon as she got up, she sat back immediately, and said, "So what if you can't lift the sword?"

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, he didn't know what to do, and blamed this gluttonous Taoist.

Standing aside, Chen Xuan said calmly, "A few days later, thirty miles away from Chang'an City, by the great lake!"

"There is a duel fought across the border, which will determine victory and defeat, as well as life and death."

"Daoist, do you want to take a look?"

Ye Hongyu said calmly: "The third gentleman of the Academy came to buy the lake for this reason. Now that Ning Que doesn't even have the advantage of the land, there may be many twists and turns."

There is a formation on the bank of Yanming Lake, which is a node in the Jingshen Formation and can be used to do many things.

Chen Xuan said calmly: "Many people put their wealth on the chessboard. How can the chess pieces on the chessboard die?"

Although there is a saying, the right time is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as the harmony of people, but without the right time, where does the right place come from and the harmony of people.

Even if Ning Que lost to Xiahou, maybe a meteorite would fall from the sky and crush Xiahou to death.

A certain emperor surnamed Liu is the most dominant in the sky, and what he sees can be called the art of heaven and man!
(End of this chapter)