A seal of immortality

Chapter 315
"Where did you get this piece of cloth?" Wang Changsheng put away the rag and asked calmly.

"The younger generation got it from a pawn shop. According to the original owner, the piece of cloth is their ancestral property. The topographic map on it represents a certain place, and there is a treasure hidden there. I don't know what treasure is hidden. "The girl in purple replied respectfully.

"Treasure?" Wang Changsheng chuckled when he heard the words, and with the piece offered by the purple-clothed girl, he already had three pieces of this kind of treasure map, regardless of whether the treasure map is true or not, but only by water and fire. The fact that the magic weapon is not damaged at all is also worthy of Wang Changsheng's collection. Maybe it is really a map of a hidden treasure!
"I want this thing, I can help you to negotiate, but do you know that Senior Qi you mentioned was from Haoran Academy? Isn't it a good thing for you to marry his nephew?" Wang Changsheng asked curiously said a word.

"This junior not only knows that Senior Qi was born in Haoran Academy, but also knows that the person I want to marry is also a disciple of Haoran Academy, and Senior Qi promised that he will help me enter Haoran Academy in the future, but so what? If you don't like it, you just don't like it. Could it be that a disciple of a famous sect must be a good match for our female monks?" The purple-clothed girl said sarcastically.

"Since you've thought it through, then I don't have anything to say. You can go back and rest! Wait for my good news tomorrow," Wang Changsheng said slowly after hearing the words.

"Then there will be Senior Lao Wang, and the junior will leave," the purple-clothed girl smiled, nodded respectfully, turned and left.

After the purple-clothed girl left, Wang Changsheng let go of his consciousness and swept around the courtyard. Not long after, he withdrew his consciousness and ran out of the courtyard.

Although the purple-clothed girl's grandfather was already at home, he had held important positions after all, and the mansion was heavily guarded. A team of nursing homes just passed by a pavilion, and not long after, another team of nursing homes passed by this attic.

Wang Changsheng took a picture of himself as an amulet to avoid the eyes and ears of these guards.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng came to a remote courtyard. As soon as he approached the courtyard, a thick male voice suddenly sounded:
"I don't know which fellow daoist is here, please come out and see."

As soon as the words fell, several young men and women in Confucian shirts walked out quickly, surrounded by a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng took off the amulet on his body, exposing his body in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar and others.

Although it was a dark night where you couldn't see your fingers, it didn't affect everyone's sight.

"It's you, fellow Taoist, why don't you stay in your own place and rest, and come here to Qi, I don't know what to do," the middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned, and said with some displeasure.

"I'm here for Daoyou Zhao's marriage," Wang Changsheng said via voice transmission.

"Hmph, this is a private matter between our two families. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist's actions are too disrespectful to our Haoran Academy." Tone replied.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't label me indiscriminately. I never said such a thing. Let me say it clearly! I don't agree with your nephew's marriage to Fellow Daoist Zhao. If Fellow Daoist Qi insists on letting Fellow Daoist Zhao marry your nephew, Mr. Wang must ask for advice." Let’s take a look at Fellow Daoist Qi’s Taoism.”

"Ask me for advice? Okay, I'll give you this chance, but it's not very convenient here. Let's find another place. I don't know how the friendship will go." Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had a look of disdain in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, no problem, I'll wait for you in a small forest thirty miles outside the city. If Fellow Daoist Qi is worried about Wang, you can bring your disciples with you," Wang Changsheng agreed.

After speaking, he took out a yellow talisman and slapped it on his body. His body was wrapped in a yellow light, and he disappeared into the ground.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned, thought for a while, and told the disciples beside him: "Xu Yuan, Liu Zheng, Chen Jiang, the three of you follow me, and the others stay here."

"Yes, master," the three young Confucian scholars immediately responded.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar flicked his sleeves, and a black light flashed out, turning into a huge black pen several feet long.

The figure of the middle-aged Confucian scholar flickered, and a person appeared on the pen holder, and the three young Confucian scholars also jumped on it.

Accompanied by the middle-aged Confucian scholar's word "go", the huge black pen rose into the sky, turned into a black light and disappeared into the sky.

A quarter of an hour later, the four middle-aged Confucian scholars appeared at a height of more than a hundred feet in the woods thirty miles outside Laiyang City.

"Xu Yuan, Liu Zheng, you two go down and check to see if there are any formations set up here, pay attention to safety," the middle-aged Confucian scholar ordered after a little thought.

"Yes, master," the two young Confucian scholars responded, and immediately sacrificed a magic weapon of writing brush, jumped on it, and slowly fell down.

After a while, the two lifted off from the ground and returned to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Returning to the master, I checked with Junior Brother Liu, and found no trace of restraining fluctuations, and there should be no formations," a young Confucian scholar with ordinary facial features said respectfully.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded when he heard the words, thought for a while, and was about to say something when a deafening dragon chant sounded, and a black shadow flew from a distance quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the black shadow appeared in the middle In front of young Confucian scholars.

The black shadow was a black flood dragon more than ten feet long, and a man in white was riding on the black dragon's back. The man in white was Wang Changsheng.

Seeing Xiao Hei, the face of the middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly darkened. If he fought alone, he would definitely not be afraid of Wang Changsheng, but now that there is an extra second-level spirit beast, it is different.

The expressions of the three young Confucian scholars changed when they saw Xiao Hei.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, what do you think of this place? If there's no problem, you and I will compete here. If I win, your nephew should find another marriage! If I lose, I won't ask about the marriage of Fellow Daoist Zhao. How about it?" ?” Wang Changsheng said calmly.

"Wang Daoyou is really a casual cultivator?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar stared at Wang Changsheng, and asked in a deep voice. His face was a little dignified. In his impression, casual cultivators were poor and poor, and they didn't even care about their own cultivation. This is why he knew that Wang Changsheng was a casual cultivator, so he used his spiritual sense to investigate Wang Changsheng without any scruples.

However, seeing Xiao Hei under Wang Changsheng, and thinking about Wang Changsheng's previous performance, he suspected that Wang Changsheng was not a casual cultivator, but a certain sect of cultivating immortals, and it was very likely that he was from a famous sect. Loose cultivator, I am afraid that just the name of Haoran Academy can scare the opponent away, let alone compete with him.

"So what if it is, so what if it's not? Could it be that Wang is from a famous sect, so fellow Taoists can't admit defeat?" Wang Changsheng said lightly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's face was a little cloudy, and after a moment of pondering, he said: "Okay, let's compete here, and I have a proposal, as long as the fellow Taoist accepts Qi's ten moves, it will be considered a success." A lost, how?"

"Ten tricks?" Wang Changsheng shook his head when he heard the words, and said, "No, if you take five tricks from me, I will be considered a loser."

"Five tricks for you? Okay, I'll give you five tricks." Hearing Wang Changsheng's seemingly arrogant words, the middle-aged Confucian scholar not only didn't get angry, but seriously weighed the pros and cons. It didn't take long before he agreed. .

From what Wang Changsheng said, middle-aged Confucian scholars can be sure that Wang Changsheng is probably from a certain sect or clan of cultivating immortals, and the power behind it should not be weaker than that of Haoran Academy.

Wang Changsheng did not expect that the middle-aged Confucian scholar could almost figure out his origin because of his few words.

Hearing the reply from the middle-aged Confucian scholar, Wang Changsheng nodded. Xiao Hei twisted his body and slowly landed on a wide open space. off the ground.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar also manipulated the huge black pen, and slowly landed on the open space, tens of feet away from Wang Changsheng, and his three disciples also landed.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, let your disciples go further away, it would be bad if they accidentally hurt them," Wang Changsheng said with a frown as he glanced at the three young Confucian scholars standing beside the middle-aged Confucian scholars.

Wang Changsheng just wanted to defeat the opponent, not intend to kill him.

"Stay away, stay away from me," the middle-aged Confucian scholar thought for a while, then turned his head and told the three young Confucian scholars.

After hearing these words, the three young Confucian scholars immediately walked to the distance and stopped a dozen feet away.

The expressions of the three of them were a little excited. They seldom saw the foundation-building cultivators fighting, and the number of times their masters fought in person was even rarer. Unlike the worried look in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholars, the three of them They are full of confidence in their master. After all, in terms of realm, their master has overwhelmed Wang Changsheng, let alone only taking five moves from the opponent.

Under the expectant eyes of the three, Wang Changsheng made his move.

I saw Wang Changsheng raised his hands together, and a thick stack of red talisman seals came out of his hands, turning into red fireballs the size of watermelons, and there were hundreds of them in number.

Hundreds of red fireballs, carrying a burst of fiery heat, quickly hit the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Seeing this situation, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's expression changed, and with one hand flipped, a golden scroll appeared in his hand. He swung forward, and a large number of golden characters gushed out of it. After turning around in mid-air, It quickly condensed into a golden shield about ten feet high and blocked it in front of him. At the same time, he pressed his lips a few times, and a white light curtain emerged close to him.

The dense red fireballs hit the golden shield, making a loud "boom", and the billowing flames even drowned the golden shield.

Not long after, the flames dissipated, and there were more than a dozen small cracks on the surface of the golden shield, and the light of the golden scroll in the middle-aged Confucian scholar's hand was somewhat dim.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng frowned, took out a stack of red talisman seals again, threw it forward, and turned into more than 20 giant fireballs the size of a water tank, more than 20 giant fireballs, carrying an unbearable high temperature , smashing towards the golden shield in a row.

There was a burst of "booming" explosions, and giant fireballs hit the golden shield one after another, and immediately burst open, turning into a large sea of ​​flames, engulfing the golden shield and the middle-aged Confucian scholars.

After a while, the flames dissipated, and the golden shield disappeared. The middle-aged Confucian scholar was covered with a transparent light curtain, and the golden scroll in his hand disappeared. If you look carefully, you can find some black ashes under his feet. , one or two pieces of golden paper can be vaguely seen in the ashes.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, there are three more moves, do you want to continue?" Wang Changsheng took out a stack of gleaming red talismans, shook them, and asked calmly.

"Hmph, what else can you do, Daoist Wang, just use it. I, Qi, will take it all," said the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng smiled lightly, shook his head, and threw the talisman in his hand to the opposite side, turning into more than a dozen red firebirds the size of a palm.

Wang Changsheng tapped the middle-aged Confucian scholar lightly, and more than a dozen red firebirds flapped their wings one after another, and quickly rushed towards the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Before the red firebird got close, a burst of fiery heat rushed towards his face.

The face of the middle-aged Confucian scholar changed drastically, and he hurriedly touched the storage bag on his waist with his palm, and a roll of scrolls shining with white light appeared in his hand.

I saw him throwing the scroll forward, and at the same time, a spell shot into the scroll in a flash.

The scroll unfolded in mid-air, and the scene in the painting was a pond full of lotus flowers. Above several white lotus flowers, five red dragonflies spread their wings and danced.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar quickly changed gestures with his ten fingers, and after a while, he tapped lightly on the scroll, and a golden light flashed out and quickly sank into the scroll.

The painting scroll suddenly glowed with white light, and the five red dragonflies on the painting flicked their wings, and flew out of the painting scroll, swaying in the wind, and turned into giant dragonflies about three or four feet in size.

As soon as the five giant dragonflies appeared, they shook their wings at the same time, blowing a gust of wind and flying towards a dozen red firebirds.

Two giant dragonflies suddenly changed direction halfway, and attacked Wang Changsheng from the left and right sides. After a few flashes, they arrived seven or eight meters in front of Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng could even see their protruding fangs, which looked very hideous and terrifying.

Wang Changsheng frowned, raised his hands together, and released a thick stack of silver talisman seals, turning into dozens of zhang long silver thunder spears, shooting towards the two giant dragonflies.

Because the distance was too close, the two giant dragonflies couldn't dodge at all, and each was hit by more than a dozen silver thunder spears.

There was a bang bang bang, and the silver thunder spear turned into a large piece of silver thunder, drowning the figures of the two loud dragonflies.

At the same time, more than a dozen red firebirds also collided with the giant dragonfly, turning into a sea of ​​flames and drowning three giant dragonflies.

After a while, the fire light and the silver thunder light subsided one after another, the five giant dragonflies disappeared, and the light of the painting scroll floating in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar was somewhat dim.

"There is one last move," said the middle-aged Confucian scholar in a deep voice after frowning.

Wang Changsheng raised his brows, turned his palm over, and found a thick stack of gleaming red talismans in his hand. He threw it to the opposite side, and turned into more than 30 red firebirds. Confucian scholars rushed forward.

Seeing this scene, the face of the middle-aged Confucian scholar changed drastically, and he quickly made a tactic with his ten fingers. Several magic arts hit the scroll one after another, and five white lotus flowers flew out of the scroll one after another. Xu size.

"Go," the middle-aged Confucian scholar tapped lightly at the red fire bird, and five giant lotus flowers greeted the red fire bird.

Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng pointed his fingers at the group of red firebirds, and there was a clear singing sound, and the group of red firebirds dispersed immediately. More than a dozen red firebirds rushed towards the giant lotus from the front, and another dozen red firebirds rushed towards the giant lotus. From the left and right sides, they quickly rushed towards the middle-aged Confucian scholar. After a few flashes, more than a dozen red firebirds flew several meters away in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face turned pale, and he made a tactic with one hand, and a spell hit the scroll, and the scroll shot out a white light, which turned into a white light curtain, covering the middle-aged Confucian scholar inside.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged Confucian scholar took several defensive talisman seals for himself, and several light curtains of different colors were added to his body.

At this time, there was nothing on the scroll, and the surface was dull and dull.

With several earth-shattering bangs, more than a dozen red firebirds collided with five giant lotus flowers, and immediately turned into a large sea of ​​flames, submerging the five giant lotus flowers. At the same time, a large amount of white mist came out, but the mist was very It's gone again soon.

When the red firebirds hit the giant lotus, more than a dozen red firebirds hit the white light curtain one after another, turning into billowing flames and engulfing the entire light curtain.

Not long after, the flames dissipated, and the giant lotus disappeared. The clothes on the middle-aged Confucian scholar's body were tattered, and his exposed skin looked dark. It seemed that the middle-aged Confucian scholar had been burned by the flames.

At this time, the face of the middle-aged Confucian scholar was pale, and his aura was much weaker than before. In front of Wang Changsheng, there were three red firebirds.

"Master," seeing this scene, the three young Confucian scholars rushed over, took out the magic weapon at the same time, put it in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and looked at Wang Changsheng warily.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, I think that nephew of yours should be able to find another good relationship!" Wang Changsheng said flatly, turning a blind eye to the three young Confucian scholars.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled wryly when he heard the words, and looked at Wang Changsheng with a look of deep fear. The other party obviously kept his hand, otherwise he would have killed him just now.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar showed a complicated look on his face, and after a long sigh, he said slowly: "Thank you Wang Daoyou for your mercy, Qi knows what to do, and my nephew will definitely not pester that girl Qianqian again in the future."

"That's very good," Wang Changsheng nodded upon hearing this, and with a wave of his sleeve, the three red firebirds turned into dots of red light and disappeared.

With a flash of Wang Changsheng's figure, he appeared on Xiao Hei's back.

With a movement of Xiao Hei's limbs, a gust of wind was brought up, carrying Wang Changsheng on his back, soaring into the sky, turning into a black shadow, and disappearing into the sky.

"Pfft," as soon as Wang Changsheng walked away, the face of the middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly turned red, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Master, are you okay!" Seeing this scene, the three young Confucian scholars turned pale with shock and said in unison.

"I'm fine, just rest for a while, Xu Yuan, Liu Zheng, the two of you rush back to the Chen Mansion immediately, and leave the Chen Mansion with other juniors and sisters. I'll wait for you here, um, leave a letter, just Say we have something important to do and need to leave immediately," the middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and ordered.

Hearing this, the two young Confucian scholars were slightly taken aback and looked at each other.

"What? Didn't you hear what I said? Hurry up and go," the middle-aged Confucian scholar's tone turned cold, his expression a little displeased.

"Yes, master," the two of them agreed in their hearts, and hurriedly answered, and the imperial weapon flew towards Laiyang City.

The next morning, when Master Chen came outside the courtyard where the middle-aged Confucian scholar lived, he called out several times but got no response. He walked in and was surprised to find a letter pressed on the stone table in the courtyard.

After Chen Dashi opened it and read the contents of the letter, his expression was a little strange.

(End of this chapter)