Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 213 The desire for disaster, no travel, no fate

Walking with the two little guys under the flower trees in the valley, looking at all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, Meng Caiqin saw them at about the same time and rewarded the two little guys who were looking at it in a daze with a finger each.

Qingliang's magical power was stimulated, and Zeng Shanlang and Meng Yi suddenly woke up.

"Wow, so beautiful."

The scene in Meng Yi's eyes returned to normal, she was extremely happy and shouted in a low voice.

It seems that they are afraid of disturbing the little spirits dancing in the air.

Zeng Shanlang didn't know what was going on, he just felt relaxed and happy, his eyes were full of colorful fallen flowers, his eyes were as bright as neon clothes, and his poor words could not describe the beauty of heaven and earth.

"Go and have a look at the stall corridor over there. Just tell me what you want to buy."

Meng Caiqin said with a smile.

Zeng Shanlang took Meng Yiyi with him all the way, and she wanted to give a gift to the sensible boy.

"Okay, okay, I want to buy a lot of beautiful things. This place is really different. The leaves are all so beautiful, crystal clear, as if they were carved out of jade."

Meng Yiyi didn't dare to pick the leaves on the flowering trees. She quietly picked up the fallen leaves and petals on the ground, feeling that it would be a pity to trample them.

Next time she sees Mulmo, she will show off everything.

Do you have it? Do you have it?

When I walked to the promenade, I saw many spirits flying in the air in the distance. I wonder what excitement was going on?
Meng Caiqin asked the person guarding the stall and heard that it was a monk who came in from outside and was writing in exchange for treasures. She immediately guessed that it was Taoist Fellow Xu. So far, she has not found out the details of Fellow Daoist Xu.

He acts cautiously and steadily, but always does something magical.

"Let's go, it's better to come sooner than later. Let's go fight against the autumn wind of Fellow Daoist Xu."

Meng Caiqin joked and walked over there with the two little ones.

The sparse stalls on the promenade are almost always empty.

Xu Yuan always welcomes all comers and has visited three stalls. He has written several different fantasy characters, including the ancient and dense "phantom" character that he is good at, the windy and ethereal fantasy and the thick and mountainous earth fantasy.

They are all the same, blending fantasy and scenery into the words, with a unique artistic conception.

In exchange for many magic weapons and treasures refined by the charms.

The rabbit in the ring space drank a jar of the aged Baihua brew earned by fellow Taoist Xu in one gulp.

The so-called wine jar is no more than the size of a fist and extremely exquisite.

Rabbit raised his head and sighed: "It doesn't have the same taste as before. The quality of the flowers picked is too poor, and the brewing is bland. It's better to drink water."

After wantonly belittling him, he drank a jar of Baihua Brew in one sip.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, try some of the Baihua Brew brewed by high-level flower demons. It tastes too bad."

Xu Yuanchang ignored Rabbit's nonsense.

He didn't expect Rabbit to actually exchange a Shinto secret technique for Baihua Brewing. Even if Rabbit dared to take it, would he dare to learn it?

The blackmail beast has a bad reputation, so there is no need for him to take risks, just treat the rabbit's words as farts.

He agreed to get Baihua Brew for Rabbit, which was also an inadvertent test.

Xu Yuanchang has already tasted the benefits of writing. Perhaps because he is in a secret realm among flowers, there are all kinds of little illusions that blend into the environment. He has a new touching understanding of integrating illusion into words.

Seeing Meng Caiqin and the other two people standing outside, Xu Yuan greeted with a smile: "Meng Yiyi, what treasure do you like?"

"Daozhang Xu, my aunt and I both like beautiful floral skirts."

Meng Yiyi took his aunt with him without seeing anyone else.

She envied the various styles and colors of the floral dresses worn by the spirits flying in the air, and she did not forget to tease Zeng Shanlang and said: "Brother Shanlang, what kind of treasure do you like? Tell Taoist Master Xu quickly."

Zeng Shanlang said hurriedly: "No, no, no, my cultivation is low and I can't use any treasures."

Daozhang Xu has already given him several magical weapons.

Meng Caiqin touched Meng Yiyi's head, smiled and scolded: "You girl, I will buy it myself later."

It was impossible for her to ask Fellow Daoist Xu to give him a floral skirt. It was neither a relative nor a friend, what the hell.

A red-haired flower demon has already shouted: "Master Xu, I sell all kinds of flower skirts. Can I exchange three sets of skirts for you to write a piece of fire magic calligraphy?"

In the secret realm of Huajian, the number of fire spirits is very small.

Refining the flower skirt was time-consuming and labor-intensive. Using three sets of magic weapon-level skirts in exchange for a unique magic word that did not belong to this secret realm, the red-haired flower demon showed the greatest sincerity.

Xu Yuanchang agreed, spread out the fine cloud rice paper, dipped his pen in ink and wrote a flaming fantasy character.

In a moment, a business was done. The red-haired flower demon happily put away the ink words and took out various styles of flower skirts for Meng Caiqin and Meng Yi to choose from outside the corridor.

Xu Yuanchang put away his pen and ink, waved his hand towards Jingmei who was still shouting around, and said: "I have run out of inspiration today and cannot write a unique artistic conception. Next time, please go back and continue doing business."

He had written to his heart's content.

There is a lot to gain, but you must calm down and figure out what you have gained.

Many spirits that were still unfinished dispersed, and the human monks used words to enter the illusion, providing directions and ideas for many spirits who were good at calligraphy.

Xu Yuanchang did not disturb the two aunts and nephews who were excitedly choosing floral skirts, and said to Zeng Shanlang who was following him: "I will go to Tengge to meditate for a short retreat. If I don't wake up in three days, wake me up."

He talked with the spirits doing business and learned that the Flower Festival would end in six days.

Through my own observations and experiences, as well as the information I heard, I came to the conclusion that this secret place is a peaceful place similar to a paradise, without fights and harsh natural environment.

Some spirits are more cunning and calculating, but it doesn't hurt.

Here he doesn't have to worry about his own safety and can calm down and retreat for a short time.

Returning to the corridor where Granny Jiao Teng designated them to rest, Xu Yuanchang simply arranged the ban, took out a futon and sat cross-legged in the corner, and soon fell into meditation, with a mist of green mist pouring out, covering his entire figure.

Zeng Shanlang put down the bamboo box at the door, stood still and practiced the basic boxing stance of Unity and Guarding, and protected Taoist Xu.

Half an hour later, the sky gradually darkened.

Meng Yi, who was all dressed up in fancy clothes, ran back one by one, his face flushed with excitement.

After her aunt helped her refine the flower skirt she had chosen, the skirt shrunk to fit her body, and she couldn't wait to put it on to show off her body. She looked like a large flower fairy.

Zeng Shanlang raised his index finger to his mouth, signaling not to make a loud noise that would disturb Taoist Xu who was meditating.

"So beautiful, you look good in your clothes."

"Auntie bought you two gifts, do you like them?"

Meng Yiyi received two compliments, and smiled even more happily. He stretched out his hand and handed Zeng Shanlang a small wooden bowl and a jade pendant among flowers, both of which were extremely exquisite.

Zeng Shanlang glanced at Meng Caiqin who was following him and smiled and nodded at him, then he accepted the two overly beautiful gifts. He couldn't bear to brush off the other's kindness, so he accepted them for the time being.

After Xu Daozhang left the customs, he handed the gifts to Xu Daozhang for disposal.

He saluted and said thank you.

"The small bowl can store two different liquids, with a capacity of about two buckets of water. The jade pendant is an ordinary magic weapon for holding objects. It is not worth a few dollars. It is convenient for practicing on the road."

Meng Caiqin gave a brief explanation and then asked about fellow Taoist Xu's situation.

She heard that it was a short retreat, so she set up a protective formation outside. She felt a little envious in her heart. Fellow Daoist Xu must have found some enlightenment before he hurried back.

Every insight on the path of spiritual practice is worth cherishing.

She took out the spiritual fruits, nectar, sweet-scented osmanthus cake and other foods she bought and distributed them to the two children to satisfy their hunger.

It is not suitable to light a fire and make rice here to make it smoky and smoky, just to fill your stomach.

Although the place is nice, some things are extremely expensive.

After dark, the flowers and trees light up with a faint brilliance, the valley is reflected in colorful colors, and the colors of the sky change, giving you a different quiet beauty during the day.

The gallery was quite large, so I took out leather cushions and other items and arranged for the two children to sleep separately. Meng Caiqin sat cross-legged at the door and meditated.

The next afternoon, Liu Xianfeng flew back from the valley wearing a sparkling new dress.

Meng Caiqin took out another set of floral skirts that she had chosen, handed it to Liu Xianfeng, who was slightly surprised, and told Liu Xianfeng the story about Daoist Xu writing in exchange for treasures yesterday.

Today, many spirits came to inquire, when will the human monks set up stalls and write?

Liu Xianfeng happily put away the floral skirt. For women, they can never refuse beautiful skirts. The more the better. Even if they have more, they still want to buy them.

The two of them were walking among the flowers and trees, and Meng Caiqin asked, "What's wrong? Are you worried?"

Liu Xianfeng sighed, knowing that she couldn't hide it from this calm woman who was different from Sister Yu, and said: "Grandma Jiao Teng talked to me again last night and wanted me to stay. I admit that I like the Secret Realm of Flowers very much, but... …I have many friends in the world.”

Meng Caiqin smiled and said, "You might as well ask Taoist Fellow Xu for his opinion?"

Liu Xianfeng curled his lips and said, "Believe it or not, he won't keep me at all. He says he respects my choice. He clearly knows that I'm in a dilemma and it's difficult to choose, so he won't help me make up my mind."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Oh, even if you tell me, you don't understand. He won't keep me."

Liu Xianfeng said a little sadly. She knew Xu Daoyou's temperament very well. Meng Caiqin didn't know what was going on between the two of them, so she walked silently with Liu Xianfeng without inquiring into their privacy.

But one thing she believed was that even if Liu Xianfeng stayed in the Huajian Secret Realm, he would go out with them and even invite experts from the secret realm to eliminate the danger outside.

She still has this vision.

Liu Xianfeng stayed for less than half an hour. The little flower demon Jinzi and several other flower demons flew over and invited Liu Xianfeng to go out and play elsewhere. There were so many fun places in the secret realm among the flowers.

Just three days flew by.

In the afternoon, Xu Yuanchang woke up from seclusion.

He deepened his understanding of "illusion comes from the heart" from the feeling of integrating the mind into the illusion. Based on the natal fantasy characters, he has been able to use his original artistic conception fantasy characters as illusion techniques, regardless of wood, fire, wind, and earth. Wait for the phantom words.

The "phantom" flowers created by his inspiration belong to the wood branch.

As he strengthens his practice of integrating artistic conception in the future, his power will gradually be revealed, but for now he can only scratch the surface.

Zeng Shanlang, who was guarding the corridor and pavilion every step of the way, bowed and saluted when he saw the Taoist Master getting up.

Meng Yiyi, who was playing with a handful of beautiful stones at the door, called out: "Director Xu is out of seclusion. Aunt Liu, don't you have something to tell Director Xu?"

Xu Yuanchang walked out of the door, touched Meng Yiyi's head, and praised: "Yiyi, your dress is so beautiful."

Meng Yiyi immediately changed the floral skirt to a different color, making it even more dazzling.

She is at the age where she likes dazzling things and doesn’t know what is tacky.

Liu Xianfeng and Meng Caiqin came from the flower forest, both wearing floral skirts, one light green and one sapphire blue, different styles, one is complicated and classical, the other is simple and lively, the same elegance and luxury.

They were waiting for Xu Yuanchang to come out of seclusion and wake up.

Liu Xianfeng urged with a nonchalant expression: "Let's go. We've wasted three days. We need to hurry up as we take the hard road ahead."

Xu Yuanchang looked at Liu Xianfeng carefully and said, "Have you thought carefully about not staying in the secret realm among the flowers?"

Liu Xianfeng rolled his eyes when he heard this and frowned deliberately: "If I want to stay, do you completely respect my wishes and won't hold me back?"

Xu Yuanchang stretched out his fingers, opened his forehead, which was as smooth as fine porcelain, and said: "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the edge of the sword comes from sharpening." You have found the answer in your heart, and you still come to ask me what to do? Congratulations, you have won. I wanted to doomed, and my mood improved. I originally wanted to save you, but you didn't give me a chance. "

Through contact and conversation with different spirits, he has realized that this peaceful land is actually not suitable for pursuing the great road.

There is no cruel training, no countless life and death experiences.

How can the path of spiritual practice be so easy and smooth?
How about all the monks hiding, staying behind closed doors, being united, being pure in their desires, or cultivating happily.

Wouldn’t there be less strife in the world?

If Liu Xianfeng wanted to stay, he would change his mind and help analyze the pros and cons, and dissuade him from taking the wrong path. However, Liu Xianfeng was able to figure out the hidden dangers buried under comfort and enjoyment on his own, which was indeed a sign of his wisdom.

Liu Xianfeng suddenly beamed with joy and said with a smile: "You guessed wrong, I can't bear to leave my friend."

She was as happy as a child, reaching out to mess up Meng Yiyi's hair.

Meng Yiyi pouted, put away her colored stones, and ran after Aunt Liu who could play crazy with her, like a happy butterfly.

Xu Yuanchang and Zeng Shanlang fell behind and followed slowly towards the exit.

Zeng Shanlang took out a small wooden bowl and a jade pendant among flowers, and whispered about the gift given to him by Senior Meng. He had not yet used his magic power to perform sacrifices.

Xu Yuanchang took the two items to feel them, then returned them to Zeng Shanlang, saying: "I dare not refuse the gift given by the elders. You just accept it and lead Meng Yi one by one on the painstaking road with a normal heart."

These two magical instruments that can hold objects are of great value, and Meng Caiqin put a lot of thought into them.

If you repay his favor, you should be courteous.

"Yes, Shanlang understands."

Only then did Zeng Shanlang feel free to accept the two treasures.

As the group walked to the entrance of the ancient archway at the edge of the forest, Liu Xianfeng took a sobering look at the beautiful scenery of blooming flowers and sang ancient songs.

From chatting with other flower demon sisters, I learned that there are tens of thousands of demons living in this secret realm among flowers. However, for thousands of years, no one except Grandma Jiaoteng has been heard of breaking through to the fourth level.

The longevity of Jingmei is much longer than that of humans at the same level. It seems to be the end when reaching the third level here.

Liu Xianfeng suddenly realized that the outside world, which made all spirits fear like tigers, was the road to the great road.

As hard and cruel as it is and full of dangers, there is always a glimmer of hope.

The beauty of the secret realm among flowers requires more efforts.

She wanted to persuade Jin Zi to go to Bailin Valley and let her tell the truth.

Sumire refused and ended up hiding away.

Everyone has his or her own ambitions, and nothing can be achieved by forcing it.

She had been here, seen it, experienced it, and had envied it. It was enough to leave her thoughts behind. She found that she still belonged to the outside world and could not enjoy the comfort of the secret realm of flowers.

The young master once said, "Be born in sorrow and die in happiness." Now that she thinks about it, she feels a lot.

The light waves bloomed like flowers, and the figures of everyone rippled and disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he had already returned to the top of the rocky mountain top.

It was just when the sun was setting in the west, and the bodies of several people were dyed with a dazzling golden color.

The wilderness is desolate, but compared with the beautiful secret realm, it has a bit more natural vitality.

Xu Yuanchang squinted his eyes to investigate for a moment. There was no one else on the top of the mountain, and no one could be hidden. They did not need to face the attack immediately. He sent a message: "I will go ahead to explore the way. You should be careful. Those four people may be ambush in the vicinity of the spiritual exploration." Where to go?"

It had only been three days, and he didn't believe that the four of them would give up.

Release four bean soldiers, go down the mountain from the south, and divide into two groups to open the way forward.

The group successfully reached the foot of the mountain. Liu Xianfeng stretched out his hand and put it on the tree trunk. He felt for a moment and said: "There are weak formation fluctuations in the mountain col four miles away to the east, and there are people hiding inside."

A long roar was heard, and four figures flew into the air.

"Ha, don't believe you can hide on the top of the mountain for a lifetime? Hand over all the treasures and spare your lives."

The smile on the face of the man in black grew wider, staring at the rare third-level charm. Whether it was sold for money or for personal use, it was a rare resource. He was also secretly worried that the third-level charm would stay in the flower world and never come back.

The four of them suddenly looked up to the top of the mountain.

At some point, a woman on crutches floated in the sky.

"Uh... Granny Jiao Teng."

Liu Xianfeng hurriedly saluted. She had looked for her in advance to say goodbye to Granny Jiao Teng, but she could not find her.

The middle-aged woman with white hair turned the vine into the air, and with a "clang" sound, the majestic colorful light flashed away. The light was as bright as a horse, knocking four people who were trying to escape hundreds of feet away when they saw something was wrong. One fell to the ground.

"How dare you ambush and participate in the Flower Chao Festival? What crime should you deserve?"

"Senior, calm down, I don't dare to wait anymore."

The middle-aged man wearing a flat hexagonal crown reacted very quickly, stood up, and saluted with his hands in hand.

The other three people did not dare to argue and bowed to apologize.

Everyone was shocked. Facing the mysterious master, they secretly protected themselves and did not dare to escape again. They wanted to hear what the other party had to say.

Grandma Jiao Teng seemed to hate killing. A flash of colorful light knocked the four of them out several miles away, and shouted: "You can avoid the death penalty, but you cannot escape the living crime, get out!"

The four of them fled in embarrassment, spurting blood as if they had been granted amnesty.

Liu Xianfeng saluted: "Thank you, mother-in-law, for your help."

When she was in the secret realm, she communicated with the young master to discuss several Yin tactics, and prepared to cooperate with the young master on a killing spree. Unexpectedly, Granny Jiao Teng appeared and helped them, so that they did not have to fight.

Grandma Jiao Teng looked indifferent and said: "You are the only one in thousands of years who can refuse the important task I promised you, not be tempted by the comfortable environment, and walk out of the secret realm among flowers. No wonder you can achieve what you have achieved in a short time, I Hope to see you again next time during the Flower Festival.”

"According to my mother-in-law's good advice, I will definitely come back next time for the Flower Festival."

Liu Xianfeng responded with a smile and watched the middle-aged woman disappear with the wind.

Xu Yuanchang, who saw the strength of Granny Jiao Teng, was secretly speechless. It gave him the feeling that Granny Jiao Teng seemed to have borrowed divine power to be able to handle four third-level monks with ease with a fourth-level cultivation level.

In the secret area of ​​​​Huajian, Grandma Jiao Teng raised her head on a crutch and looked at the plaque of the ancient archway.

There are two words carved on it in Jingmei characters, mottled and blurred: Wuyou.

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold... Am I not as courageous as a younger generation? If I don't travel anymore, I will eventually grow old here and be buried in the 'Wuyou Secret Realm'."

Grandma Jiao Teng had already realized the true meaning of "No way to travel far", and she finally made up her mind.

In three days, the Flower Festival is coming to an end. She has to resign from the upper world, set foot in the dangerous mortal world, lose the power given by the Flower God, and embark on a journey with an uncertain future.

Even if you lose your life, you won't hesitate.

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(End of this chapter)