After the ascent failed

Chapter 283 Coincidence
Ten days later, in the evening, in a stone pavilion more than ten miles away from Black Rock City.

Murong Zhu'er frowned slightly, waiting anxiously.

After about two cups of tea, a rainbow light flew from the sky, fell in front of him, and appeared as a figure.

"Uncle Yue, what's up, is he here?"

Murong Zhu'er hurriedly asked.

"Not yet, the old man has searched the surroundings for several miles, but there is still no sign of Fellow Daoist Ye." It was Yue Lin who came, and he shook his head after hearing Murong Zhu'er's question.

Murong Zhu'er looked slightly gloomy.

"Zhu'er, did he really agree to follow you back to the clan to detoxify your wife?" Yue Lin couldn't help asking.

When Murong Zhu'er told him about this matter ten days ago, he still found it unbelievable. They tried everything to get the Lingsu flower from Ye Chunyang. Now he actually agreed to Murong Zhu'er's request, which really surprised him.

"He did agree to it."

Murong Zhu'er nodded slightly.

Looking up at the sky, a bit of anxiety flashed in her eyes, and she said: "And he sent me a message yesterday, asking me to wait here, but I don't know why I haven't seen him for a whole day."

"Could he have regretted it temporarily?" Yue Lin said in a deep voice.

"Probably not." Murong Zhu'er said: "Although Daoyou Ye's personality is unpredictable, he is definitely not a person who does not keep his promises. Since he promised us to be here, he will definitely come."

There is one thing Murong Zhu'er did not say, if Ye Chunyang wants to go back on his word, he can directly refuse on the same day, and he will never accept his own conditions.

What's more, now that her body is restrained, Ye Chunyang is also the dominant side, so there is no reason for him not to come.

"This is strange. Since he won't go back on his word, he should have come here already." Yue Lin frowned. If the other party dared to make Ye Chunyang wait so long before knowing Ye Chunyang's weight, he would have already been angry.

But Ye Chunyang is not an ordinary person. The weight behind the two identities of the master of the heavenly spirit room and the master of alchemy is too terrifying. Even if he is a perfect monk in the spiritual transformation state, he can only wait here honestly.

"Probably something has delayed it!" Murong Zhu'er comforted herself.

As he said that, he asked Yue Lin, "Uncle Yue, in your opinion, which one is stronger or weaker in the alchemy technique of Ye Daoyou and Master Yan?"

Yue Lin was stunned, and smiled wryly: "Whether Master Yan or Ye Chunyang, both of them are top alchemy people, if the two are compared, I can't give an answer, but..."

Murong Zhu'er's expression changed, she looked at Yue Lin quietly, waiting for his next words.

"That day at the medicinal material shop, Ye Chunyang condensed his palms into alchemy. This kind of alchemy attainment is almost as extraordinary as becoming holy. There are very few alchemists who have ever reached this level. However, if it is really compared, Master Yan may be slightly inferior. The master is a well-known alchemist in Zhongzhou, and he once refined a golden elixir-level elixir, so Ye Chunyang will not be much better than him."

Yue Lin said.

After a pause, he continued to say: "However, the Sanwei Zhenhuo aura displayed by Ye Chunyang is pure, which is a few points stronger than that of Master Yan. Maybe you invited him this time to detoxify your wife. possible."

He thought to himself that this analysis was extremely close, and the two were equally skilled in alchemy, but in comparison, Master Yan not only had profound attainments in alchemy, but also reached a small level of Taoism cultivation, while Ye Chunyang He is probably just a cultivator at the Dao base level. Based on this alone, Master Yan has the upper hand.

But Yue Lin recalled the astonishing spiritual fire power in the medicine shop that day, and he also spoke highly of Ye Chunyang.

Hearing these words, Murong Zhu'er showed her approval, and said: "I feel his superb method of controlling fire, so I have the heart to ask him to detoxify my mother. If he can cooperate with Master Yan, I will be happy with you this time. There must be great hope.”

Speaking of this, Murong Zhu'er seemed to recall something, and sighed quietly: "It's a pity that the gate of the fairy trail flew away strangely, otherwise, if I could get the Wugou Pill from it, mother would have been able to get rid of the pain of cold poison long ago." .”

"Zhu'er's words are wrong. Wugou Pill is just a legend, whether it really exists in the world is unknown."

"What's more, it's not like you haven't seen the changes in the gate of the fairy trail back then. How many people were killed before they even entered the gate. We are extremely lucky to be able to come back safely."

Yue Lin shook his head and sighed.

Thinking back to the scene where the gate of the fairy trail soared into the sky that day, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

"What is the Wugou Pill you two are talking about?"

Suddenly, there was a chuckle from outside the stone pavilion, and a figure appeared there like a ghost without making a sound.

"You Daoyou Ye, you are finally here! We have been waiting here for a long time!"

Murong Zhu'er was startled when she heard the voice, and then she was pleasantly surprised when she saw the face of the visitor.

"I originally planned to meet up with Fairy Murong here early this morning, but there are temporary circumstances, so there is a delay, Fairy Murong won't blame me!" Ye Chunyang rubbed his nose and said dryly.

"It's okay, the little girl just waited here for a little longer, as long as Ye Daoyou can come, the little girl will be too happy!" Murong Zhu'er waved her hand indifferently.

Ye Chunyang nodded and smiled lightly, and said, "Just now I heard that you two talked about the Gate of Immortal Traces and Wugou Pill, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, it's just a rumored elixir that can reshape people's muscles and bones. This elixir has a miraculous effect on my mother's cold poison. That's why I explored the fairyland back then." Murong Zhu'er didn't seem to want to mention it. , After avoiding the seriousness and replying to Ye Chunyang, he stopped talking.

"I see."

Ye Chunyang didn't ask any further questions. Hearing what Murong Zhu'er meant, the so-called Wugou Pill was probably some kind of lost panacea from the Demon God Realm, and it didn't deserve his attention.

"Since fellow daoist has arrived here, we will set off immediately, what do you think fellow daoist?" Murong Zhu'er said.

"No problem." Ye Chunyang nodded.

Murong Zhu'er immediately glanced at Yue Lin, who slapped the Qiankun bag, and several spiritual lights flew out, and then gathered in the air, turning into a flying spirit chariot floating erratically.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please." Yue Lin waved his hand.

There was a flash of inspiration under Ye Chunyang's feet, and the next moment he was in the chariot, followed by Murong Zhu'er and Yue Lin.

Under the urging of Yue Lin's method, the chariot soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky like lightning.

……

"This king said why you left Lingxian Mansion in such a hurry. It turns out that there are beauties waiting for you. Heh heh, do fellow daoists value sex over friends?"

Flying in the chariot, Ye Chunyang closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, but Nanxuan King's displeased voice came from his mind.

"Fellow Daoist Nanxuan, why did you say that? Fairy Murong is waiting for you, but you and I are not very familiar. Ye Mou thinks that the term "sex is more important than friends is not appropriate." Ye Chunyang replied lightly. .

King Nanxuan was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a long time to hold back three words: "Fuck you!"

Ye Chunyang smiled secretly, and didn't bother to argue with the old demon.

"But having said that, during this period of time, this king has really gained a lot from cultivating in the heavenly spirit room. Fellow Daoist Ye, if you take this king to practice again, maybe this king's true essence can be recovered by about [-]%."

"At that time, this king will get the spell to reshape the body from Tianxuan Mountain, and I will find you a few enchanting witches, and I guarantee that they will be much more beautiful than the daughter of the head teacher of the Huayu Sect!"

King Nanxuan chuckled lowly, as if he was still unsatisfied with the heavenly spirit room.

"It's not like you don't know the price of staying in a heavenly spirit room. Do you get your own spirit stone for nothing? In addition, the demon girl of your demon clan, Ye Mou, is not interested. If fellow Taoists like it, you can keep it for yourself."

Ye Chunyang rolled his eyes, and said unhappily.

This time, he stayed in the heavenly spirit room of Lingxian Mansion for nearly a month, and consumed at least seven or eight million spirit stones. This amount may not be earned every year.

King Nanxuan consumed so much in one training session, he really couldn't afford to support this old demon.

"This... There is always something to gain if you give up. Greet this king well. When this king recovers his physical body, the benefits of fellow Taoists will naturally be indispensable." King Nanxuan smiled mockingly, still persuasively persuading him.

Ye Chunyang was deeply speechless.

That is to say, he can use the hundreds of years of spiritual grass to earn a large amount of spiritual stones, otherwise, as an ordinary person, I am afraid that it is not enough to stay in the heavenly spiritual room for a day.

King Nanxuan was still yelling, but Ye Chunyang ignored the old demon's brazenness, directly sealed off his consciousness, and cut off the conversation with the other party.

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air, as if someone Yu Bao flew past.

The three people on the chariot opened their eyes at the same time, and looked towards the place where the sound of the wind came from. They saw a black and purple gourd filled with thick fog flying in mid-air. With a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

The young girl seemed to be imprisoned by a spell, and she sat beside the short and fat middle-aged man with a pale complexion, her body motionless.

"what?"

Seeing the two people on the black and purple gourd, Murong Zhu'er walked to the front of the chariot with a look of surprise on her face.

"It's you?"

The chunky middle-aged man on the black purple gourd also saw Murong Zhu'er and his party on the chariot, his expression changed drastically, and he turned around and walked away without even thinking about it.

"It's so hard to die. I bumped into this little slut. She has a cultivator in the spiritual realm. I must not make her an enemy. It's better to leave early!"

The chunky, middle-aged man pushed his spiritual energy on the gourd and almost disappeared in a flash.

This pudgy middle-aged man was Yu Guzi, and the young girl captured by him was naturally Liu Sisi.

During this period of time, Yuguzi has been trying to find a suitable time to get rid of Liu Sisi, but to his surprise, a small accident happened to a skill he was practicing at this time, and he had to retreat as much as possible, so first Liu Sisi was imprisoned, waiting to solve the problem of the exercises.

"Smelly girl, don't think that they can come to save you. Once your cultivation base is stable, you will definitely taste the taste of being in the air!"

Yu Guzi gritted his teeth and grinned grimly.

(End of this chapter)