From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Mural City.

The largest restaurant in the city.

A large group of cultivators in the lower five realms pooled their money to buy a mountain bulletin. This thing was mainly issued by the Confucian Temple and the Seventy-two Academies, with many other major sects participating. It covered all the big and small things happening in the mountains and on the hills from all over the place. It was very expensive, and one copy usually cost half a small summer coin.

Inside the restaurant, several cultivators from the Cave and Sea-viewing Realm relied on their status as middle-five-realm immortals and did not shamelessly approach. Instead, an elder from the Longmen Realm immortal family in the corner quietly used a magic technique and watched attentively.

The disappearance of Ghost Valley directly triggered an earthquake in Northern Juluzhou, not to mention that some people saw the divine light of the semi-immortal soldiers of Jingguan City Lord Gao Cheng and other Yupu Realm masters from afar, which meant that there was a possibility of a siege.

The opportunity at Baojing Mountain has already come out. According to the speculation of an old Yin-Yang family elder in Qinglu Town, it should have fallen into the hands of a foreigner named Jiang Yuan. According to the bone diagnosis of Sect Master Zhu Quan, that guy is actually only 21 years old, and now he has become a peak swordsman in the Nascent Soul Realm, which is shocking.

The audience read every word of the Shanshui Report. Several academies in Northern Juluzhou directly ranked this foreign swordsman who caused such a stir among the top three young people, and the top three were ranked in no particular order.

There was endless discussion. An old man came over with a wine bowl, took a few glances and sneered with disdain.

"He's just average."

"Are you a sword immortal?" a young man asked cautiously.

"No." The old man was a little annoyed.

"Then what are you talking about here?" The young man cursed. He paid the most for this Shanshui Dibao and was waiting for the news to spread so that he could sell it at a high price.

The old man drank up the wine, slammed it on the table, and laughed loudly, "Don't disbelieve me when I say he is average. A Gao Cheng who has the best timing and location, a great cultivator from the Middle Earth, a mountain-top warrior, a mountain god, a young sword cultivator, and a few miscellaneous half-slave Nascent Souls. Even the founder of the Pi Ma Sect, old man Qu, attacked him, and it was a most despicable sneak attack. But so what? There were only a dozen of us who surrounded and killed him, a dignified Nascent Soul, and I still managed to get out with my hands and feet intact. Average, really average."

The restaurant fell into silence for a while.

After coming to his senses, the young man spoke timidly, stood up and asked in a low voice: "Senior?"

"I am not a swordsman."

Yang, the worshipper who had sat alone in Baojing Mountain for twenty years, was now stroking his beard and smiling, with an immortal look.

The Three Mountains and Nine Marquis Mirror was taken away by someone else. He definitely cannot return to the Yang family's Yunxiao Palace. He may even be held accountable and hunted down. His only chance of survival lies in setting up a trap of confusion. The Yang family's energy is focused on the person who obtained the treasure, and they don't have the time to spend much effort to investigate his encounters during the past twenty years away.

Compliments came one after another, and several cultivators in the lower fifth realm wanted to become disciples right away. Even if he was not a hermit master, a middle fifth realm immortal was a blessing from heaven.

At night, Lao Jindan walked out of the restaurant drunkenly, touched his stomach, and found that he was full.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and cicadas are chirping in the breeze.

"I have neglected to mention that it is already the coldest summer night."

Old Jindan sighed deeply. He had to be a wild cultivator again. This was just a tattered and crude magic weapon, and he didn't know when he could refine it into his life-long treasure. Baojing Mountain had existed since ancient times. If it wasn't unwelcome, no earthly immortal would be willing to stay in Ghost Valley for a long time to waste time and spiritual power.

Suddenly, a Grain Rain coin fell from the front.

Lao Jindan's first reaction was not to reach out his hand, but a tingling sensation on his scalp. If someone could bully him to this extent, it would be a piece of cake for him to take his life.

"Hold it firmly."

A cold voice sounded.

Lao Jindan moved quickly and grabbed Guyu Qian with both hands. He looked back and almost fainted. He lamented his miserable fate in his heart and stood there to accept the indifferent scrutiny.

On the stone steps next to the restaurant, the young man sat alone with a glass of wine. Every thought in the other person's heart flashed through the wine bowl. Of course, there was no such thing as indifferent scrutiny, so he just took a look.

"What does the Sword Immortal have to say?" Old Jindan asked with gritted teeth. As for the title of Sword Immortal, this guy had killed three great cultivators, so it was already very shameless of him not to call him the Great Sword Immortal.

"How dare I? After all, you were allowed to walk out with your hands and feet intact. That scene should be half of the Ascension Realm, what do you think?" "Oh, my great sword immortal master, there is no truth at the wine table."

Lao Jindan felt that he might be dying soon.

"You also know that I am a foreigner. I am inevitably unfamiliar with this place in Uttarakuru. Take me to the north. After the mission is accomplished, I will give you a hundred earth talismans. You can choose from any style." Jiang Yuan dusted himself off and stood up. He only had one heavenly talisman in his hand, which he gave to Liu Zhiqing to cross the Yin River in Ghost Valley. But he could have as many earth talismans as he wanted. The only difference was the time it took.

Old Jindan was somewhat tempted. One hundred earth talismans would be worth ten Grain Rain coins, which was not a negligible amount for an earth immortal in the immortal family genealogy, let alone a miserable wild cultivator like himself.

"Master Sword Immortal, you can't bear to see me die in an accident." Old Jindan introduced himself, "I have no name or surname, my Taoist name is Taiping, and I was born in a small country torn by war."

"The Dao name is good."

Jiang Yuan snapped his fingers, and a goddess with stunning appearance came slowly over, leading two horses, carrying a wooden sword on her back, and followed by a white deer. After coming over, she took the initiative to walk into the "Goddess Riding a Deer" and looked at someone with a look of resentment in her eyes.

Old Man Taiping swallowed his saliva in fear. This was the second goddess who had appeared recently. As expected, the people watching the portraits on the wall should be in an uproar.

The two men mounted their horses, and the yellow dog stopped napping and followed with a blink of an eye.

……

Aquarius Island, Zhu Ying Dynasty, Yunlin County.

After the fall of the blessed land, the Jiang family moved mountains and filled the sea, and have gradually called back the original people of Yunlin.

Next to a breakfast shop in the county town, a middle-aged man was huddled in a canal and shivering. He sought cool air in the midnight heat, but the morning breeze was chilly. This scholar, who was once praised as a great master, had long lost the distinction between day and night and survived another day by relying on two vegetarian buns given as alms.

Across the street, the head of the Jiang family lowered his eyelids, not daring to move forward, yet reluctant to leave, as if his heart would be broken if he looked at him one more time. His uncle, who had taught him to read and write since he was a child, had gone mad. An extremely noble cultivator was even worse than a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

As the sun rises, the county town becomes lively.

The young Taoist priest walked the streets and set up a stall to tell fortunes. As he was fair and handsome, young ladies often came to him with blushing faces to take care of his business. The young Taoist priest was not vague either, as he knew a thing or two about palm reading. However, in order to tell fortunes accurately, he had to spend half an hour carefully examining the palms.

Business is still good today, but unfortunately each transaction does not last very long.

The young Taoist pinched his nose and walked to Jiang Yunzhong with an unfriendly look on his face. The latter turned his head away in confusion, and then swept his face with a whisk a few times.

"Don't delay my business. Focus on the real thing, not the superficial. Foresight is the flower of Tao, but also the beginning of ignorance. Master has always been generous, so you can use it first. I am Lu Chen, and I came here to the north to obtain scriptures from the Lizhu Cave Heaven. As for you, why don't you go to other continents to have a look?"

Because it was not concealed, the head of the Jiang family realized something was wrong and hurried forward, but now the young Taoist priest disappeared inexplicably.

Jiang Yunzhong's eyes showed a little clarity, and he temporarily gained a little peace thanks to the words "The one who knew earlier is Hua Yushou".

"Uncle!" the head of the Jiang family said worriedly.

Jiang Yunzhong stood up, and all the filth on his body disappeared. After all, he was a great monk who had returned to his original nature.

"I may have to leave my hometown for a few years. I will pray for a good start and travel to Fuyaozhou."

"That master..." The head of the Jiang family looked hesitant.

Jiang Yunzhong said, "He should be a mountain top existence from Qingming Tianxia. If he sets foot in other worlds, he will be suppressed by the Great Dao. If he gives me some advice, I will be recognized by Haoran Great Dao. Of course, I can't guess it right. No matter what, you have to recognize the relationship. The family still depends on you. Be careful of the new local sword fairy. He may come from the north. If you encounter conflicts, if it is not the foundation of your life, just give him a break for a little benefit."

"Nephew understands." The head of the Jiang family bowed.

Jiang Yunzhong changed into some coarse cloth clothes and left his hometown.

(End of this chapter)