Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 151 Soul Bean, Bamboo Leaf Green
Heifeng Pavilion resident.

A ray of sword light streaked across the night sky and landed in front of the bamboo building.

Lan Zhuxi took away the natal flying sword, and a stream of light appeared, revealing Yan Liang's figure.

Yan Liang said: "Successful?"

Lan Zhuxi sighed, and said seriously: "Old Yan, this Yan Ping is not something we can offend at Heifeng Pavilion, please return the money."

Yan Liang frowned, and said: "How high is his cultivation at such a young age, is it possible that he is still a Bachelor of Arts and Soul?"

Lan Zhuxi said: "I can't tell from his cultivation, I just saw him display a supernatural power."

Yan Liang was shocked: "Supernatural power? What supernatural power?"

Human monks can only try to practice supernatural powers when they have reached the stage of refining the void. There is only one way for practitioners under the refining void to obtain supernatural powers, and that is to create the magic weapon of heaven and earth.

That is to say, Yan Ping possessed at least one magic weapon of Tiangang Disha.

Lan Zhuxi said: "Scattering beans makes soldiers."

"Sprinkle beans into a soldier!"

Scattering Beans into Soldiers, one of the 36 supernatural powers of Tiangang, as long as those who have the supernatural powers of granting items have enough financial resources, they can become a sect by themselves, known as the walking sect.

Yan Liang swallowed his saliva, shocked in his heart, and asked, "What is the state of his Taoist soldiers?"

Lan Zhuxi said: "There are four Taoist soldiers that I can't see through, the most powerful one is a sword fairy in white, I happened to meet a monster attacking the city, and that monster has already cultivated into a ghost soul clone, I am no match for them. And the white-clothed sword fairy killed the demon soul clone of the monster with a single sword, and his cultivation base is at least the seventh level of the Golden Core, so the possibility of the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal cannot be ruled out."

Yan Liang sighed, this guy Lan Zhuxi is one and one, and two is two, he never lies.

It seems that Li Shaojie's task cannot be accepted.

A quarter of an hour later, Qingyang Mansion.

Suburbs, small woods.

Li Shaojie looked at the 13 low-grade spirit stones neatly stacked on the ground, and asked in puzzlement, "Pavilion Master, what do you mean by that?"

Yan Liangdao: "Master Li, we can't accept your order, and all 13 low-grade spirit stones will be returned."

Li Shaojie was surprised and said: "Anyone under the Yuanying Zhenjun in the Black Wind Pavilion can be assassinated. Could it be that Yan Ping is a scholar of literary soul, a Confucianist cultivator comparable to the Yuanying Zhenjun?"

Yan Liang said: "Maybe, anyway, we can't afford to provoke this person in the Black Wind Pavilion. If Mr. Li really wants to kill Yan Ping, he may have to pay a high price to invite the top [-] assassins in Qingzhou. That's all for now, let's leave. "

I don't have the money to hire the top [-] assassins in Qingzhou!

Li Shaojie was very depressed.

Is it really the only way to do this?

He is not reconciled!
There is a way, there must be a way!
……

Treetops on the moon.

Yan Ping bid farewell to the group of nobles, and returned to the inn where he was staying.

"Master."

"Master."

The flame spirit who was reading the novel, Douzi heard the sound and knew that the master had returned.

"It's getting late. I can't run this novel without feet. I'll read it tomorrow and rest."

"Yes, Master."

With a whoosh, the flame elf turned into a spark and plunged into the candle flame. The dim yellow candle flame was instantly dyed red, and the bean also shrank into a demon body and jumped into the basin.

Yan Ping closed his clothes and fell asleep.

late at night.

Yan Ping woke up suddenly.

Two not weak yin qi floated in the air, and there was a bit of incense in the yin qi in the Town God's Temple.

Yan Ping pushed the door and walked out, and saw two ghosts and gods bowing to him, one fat and one thin.

"The civil and military judges of Chenghuang Temple in Qingfeng County, Si Nanyi, Si Nanlian met Mr. Yan."

"You two are polite, I don't know why the two of you are looking for me late at night?"

"My Chenghuang has something important to do, please come to the Chenghuang Temple to discuss it."

important?

Yan Ping said: "Please lead the way."

Qingfeng Yin Division.

Yan Ping met Si Nanli and Hua Qianqian, the city gods of Qingfeng, again.

Sinan said politely, "Please forgive me for disturbing you late at night."

"It's okay."

As soon as Yan Ping came in, he noticed that something was wrong with Hua Qianqian. Her soul body was at least [-]% weaker than when she was in Xiaoyue Lake, and her soul body was melting at a constant speed.

"Si Chenghuang, what's wrong with Miss Qianqian?"

Si Nanli said: "It's that monster. That monster has extinguished the strange fragrance of soul that controlled Miss Qianqian. Miss Qianqian's body has now merged with the strange fragrance of soul. If the fragrance goes out, the soul will die. If there is no way to control it, Miss Qianqian will die." In less than six hours, my soul will fly away."

Yan Ping said, "What can I do?"

In Yan Ping's opinion, Si Nanli would not invite him for no reason, it must be because he has some way to save Hua Qianqian.

A bean appeared in Si Nanli's hand.

Ordinary Fadou more or less had a golden aura, but the bean in Si Nanli's hand emitted a faint light.

Yan Ping wondered: "Could it be that this is a variant of Fadou, a soul bean that is as rare as real beans?"

Si Nanli nodded and said, "Yes, this is Soul Bean."

Soul beans, spirit beans produced by mutations in the growth process of fadou seedlings, can parasitize the soul body. If the beans are scattered into soldiers, it is equivalent to refining the soul body into a Taoist soldier, thereby obtaining a new kind of new life.

This kind of Dao soldiers can practice independently and belongs to the growth Dao soldiers.

Sinan Li said: "Sir, Miss Qianqian is a pure yin body, with excellent cultivation aptitude, the little god can't bear her to be lost like this, the little god got a soul bean by chance in the early years, and sir just happens to be able to cast beans into soldiers" With supernatural powers, sir, please do not hesitate to cultivate Miss Qianqian into a Taoist soldier, so that she can live forever in the world."

Yan Ping looked at Hua Qianqian, and said: "Once you become a Taoist soldier, you will be controlled by me, Miss Qianqian can think clearly."

Hua Qianqian said: "My family is willing to serve as a Taoist soldier under Mr.'s command."

"it is good."

Si Nanli used the method of restraining the soul to capture Hua Qianqian's soul body into his palm, and then smashed it into the soul bean.

"Sir, please."

Yan Ping took the soul beans, and the jade-colored mutton-fat jade-colored aura was poured in, and the beans became soldiers, and the soul beans were thrown to the ground, only a faint light flashed, and a beautiful figure in white appeared.

This beautiful figure in white is none other than Hua Qianqian.

From an ordinary ghost who is about to lose his soul, he has jumped into a literary champion with suet jade, and stepped into the road of practice.

One step to the sky.

Hua Qianqian carefully felt the surging power in her body, she never thought that she would become a Confucian monk.

Looking at Yan Ping again, a kind of respect and an irresistible thought spontaneously arose in my heart.

Hua Qianqian subconsciously saluted and said, "Hua Qianqian has seen the Supreme Master."

"Miss Qianqian doesn't need to call me like that, just call me Mr."

Si Nanli said: "Miss Qianqian, you will be lucky today."

Si Nanli never expected that Yan Ping was actually a Confucian monk with suet and jade.

Hua Qianqian has become a literary champion with suet, jade and gallantry. If it gets out, a lot of Confucian monks will be envious and jealous.

Hua Qianqian made a bow and said: "Thank you, City God, thank you sir, if it weren't for the help of the two of you, how could Qianqian, a weak woman, be able to obtain this fairy fate."

Si Nanli smiled and didn't explain too much. Hua Qianqian, a novice in practice, obviously didn't know what kind of fairy fate she had obtained.

That is the ultimate goal of countless Confucian monks!
If one survives, there will be future fortunes.It was obviously a woman like her.

Hua Qianqian came to Yan Ping's side and stood still, and instantly entered the Taoist state, just like a Taoist maid.

"Mr. Yan, let's have a drink together?"

Si Nanli issued an invitation.

Yan Ping followed good advice and came all the time, so he happened to ask Si Nanli about Xu Yang, maybe he could get some extra clues.

City God's Mansion.

"Miss Qianqian, don't stand, you sit too."

"Yes, sir."

The three sat down, Si Chenghuang took out a jug of wine and filled it up for the two of them.

"Mr. Yan, Miss Qianqian, this is my own lychee wine. Although it is not the best, it is still considered a good wine. Please taste it."

Now Yan Ping can be regarded as a glutton in wine, he picked up the wine glass and sniffed it lightly, tasted it again, and finally drank it.

"It's really good wine, and it's very fruity. Even children can drink it. Si Chenghuang, you still have some extra. I'll exchange it with the top willow leaf tea from Wuliu Fudi."

Yan Ping took out a small can of willow leaf tea and put it on the table.

Drinkers generally like tea.

The same goes for Si Nanli.

Willow leaf tea from Wuliu Fudi!Still top notch!

Si Nanli carefully opened the tea pot, took a deep breath of the tea aroma, and his eyes lit up.

Although he had never drunk willow leaf tea, just by smelling the tea, he knew it was genuine.

The top-quality willow leaf tea from Wuliufudi can't be seen outside at all. It seems that Mr. Yan has an unusual relationship with Wuliufudi.

"Thank you sir, I have long wanted to try the willow leaf tea that is famous in Jiuzhou in Wufu Land."

"My lychee wine is not as good as willow leaf tea, I can only win by quantity, so I will give it to Mr. twenty jars."

Si Nanli waved his hand, and twenty wine jars instantly appeared on the ground.

Yan Ping waved his hand and put it in the sachet.

The three of them tasted wine and ate pastries.

While chatting, Yan Ping asked about Xu Yang.

"Xu Yang, Mr. Xu County."

Si Nanli's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Sir, you really have sharp eyes, and you can see the abnormality of Mr. Xu."

Yan Ping said: "Si Chenghuang has already seen that there is something wrong with Mr. Xu?"

Si Nanli nodded and said, "Since Mr. Xu got married, the number of ghosts in Qingfeng County has increased day by day, and many of them died before the end of their lives."

"What's even more strange is that the memories of these ghosts are all missing, so I can't use the soul search method to investigate the cause of their death."

"I once suspected that there was something wrong with Mr. Xu's wife, but after several contacts, there was nothing unusual, just an ordinary monk."

"However, after many investigations, the final suspicion still falls on the wife of Mr. Xu."

"It's a pity that there is no evidence. I, the city god who is in charge of the Yin Division and keeps one safe, can't target a county monarch's wife."

"Mrs. County Lord!"

Hua Qianqian suddenly spoke up, she seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere.

"Miss Qianqian, did you find anything?"

Yan Ping asked, Hua Qianqian was once held hostage by a monster, and her soul body was lodged by a monster, maybe she really knew something.

Hua Qianqian said: "Sir, Si Chenghuang, when that monster was lodged in my soul, it once said the word Mrs. County Monarch, and what else did it say about furnace cauldron."

Hua Qianqian fell into memory, suddenly remembered something, and said: "By the way, that monster seems to come from a mountain, a mountain full of green bamboos."

"A mountain full of green bamboos."

Yan Ping frowned and said, "There are many mountains like this. When you think about it, what else can you think of?"

Hua Qianqian closed her eyes to recall.

"The stream, the Green Bamboo Mountain is divided into two by a stream, and that stream seems to run from north to south."

Hua Qianqian opened her eyes and said, "That monster likes to eat fish soup. That fish seems to be a unique fish in the stream, dragon beard. By the way, that fish seems to be called dragon beard fish."

"Dragon beard fish!"

Si Nanli exclaimed.

"Why, does Si Chenghuang know where this dragon beard fish is?"

Si Nanli nodded and said, "The stream Miss Qianqian mentioned should undoubtedly be the Longxu River."

"The Longxu River is one of the tributaries of the Spring River. It flows from north to south. The mountains it passes are covered with green bamboos. There are many demon kings entrenched there. The most powerful one is the Green Bamboo Leaf King."

"That Zhuyeqing King is said to be a heterogeneous species, extremely poisonous, and can poison Yuanying Zhenjun to death."

King Zhuyeqing, a different species.

Yan Ping had a plan in mind.

Just wait until the day after tomorrow to meet the wife of the county monarch, and the mystery may be solved.

(End of this chapter)