Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 634: River Travel

Since Xuanying dared to come to Cangyun Mountain, she would not be afraid of the old guys of Cangyun Sect who lived in the bamboo forest behind the ancestral hall, nor would she be afraid of Yu Jizi, the head of Cangyun Sect. Perhaps she could not resist the joint attack of these people with her own strength, but if she wanted to leave, she was confident that there was no power in the world that could stop her.

She did not leave the ancestral hall, but just stared at the old man in front of her with a cold look.

Suddenly she felt surprised again. This was her third surprise tonight, which was indeed rare.

The first surprise tonight was that she did not realize that there was an old man in the ancestral hall. The second time was that the old man directly revealed that she was a close friend of Yao Xiaoyu and Xuan Zhenzi.

And this third surprise was even more incredible. She did not even see whether the old man in front of her was a man or a woman.

The old man's face was not too haggard, his wrinkles were not as deep as Yunyazi's, and his appearance was not as old as Yunyazi's. But why was his face so strange? Not only could one not tell whether he was a man or a woman, but even his hunched body could not be seen.

The old man successfully attracted Xuanying's attention. Xuanying thought that the old man must be a cultivator with great magical power, so she changed her right hand into a claw and grabbed the old man's throat like lightning.

There was no need to say how fast Xuanying was. There was almost no gap, and Xuanying's hand grabbed the old man's throat. It was very strange. Xuanying felt that the mysterious old man in front of her must be a peerless master, but she did not resist or dodge at all. She could easily grab her throat. As long as she was injured and exerted a little force, she could break the old man's neck.

Cultivators are also human beings. Ordinary cultivators will die if their necks are broken. Those cultivators who have reached the realm of Yuanshen will not die if their necks are broken, but they will definitely lose their combat power.

The old man looked at Xuanying calmly with his cloudy eyes, as if he had no idea that his life would be lost in an instant.

Xuanying said word by word: "Why didn't you fight back? Since you can recognize me and know some of my past, you must not be an ordinary person. How could you not dodge even one of my moves?"

The old man said hoarsely: "I just said that I am just an old servant guarding the ancestral hall. If you want to kill me, please do so. I have lived enough and have wanted to die for a long time, but I can't die. If I can die at the hands of Xuanying, the last god in the world, it will not be in vain."

Xuanying's hand gradually loosened and retracted. She originally wanted to come to the ancestral hall of Cangyunmen to worship Xuan Zhenzi, but she was surprised when she arrived here tonight. What happened was beyond her expectation.

Of course, she would not kill an old man who was powerless. As a god, she still has some pride.

In the past few thousand years, she actually didn't kill many people. Those she killed were all cultivators who wanted to kill her. However, it is true that she often absorbs Yin spirits and ghost power from the netherworld.

She said: "Your knowledge and experience are probably not much better than those in the world. I have a familiar feeling about you. Have we met before?"

The old man smiled hoarsely and said: "I am just an old servant of Cangyun Sect. How could you have seen me? You have lived too long and met too many people, so you have this illusion."

Xuanying said: "May I know your name?"

The old man hesitated for a moment and said: "I dare not take it. No one has called my name for a long time. Let me think about it. By the way, my previous name seems to be Jiang Shuiyou."

"Jiang Shuiyou?"

Xuanying gently recited these three words. She had indeed never heard of such a cultivator appearing in the world. This was the first time she heard this name tonight.

Xuanying finally left. Before leaving, she lit three incense sticks for Xuan Zhenzi's spirit tablet.

The old man sent her to the door of the ancestral hall. Looking at the stream of light disappearing into the night, the old man's turbid eyes suddenly became bright, like the brightest star in the sky.

After standing for a long time, the old man slowly turned around and walked into the ancestral hall. Without any movement, the huge nanmu door was pushed by a mysterious force and slowly closed.

The old man walked to the altar and looked at the three thin Zen incense sticks that Xuanying had inserted into the incense burner just now. At this moment, the three incense sticks had almost burned more than half, leaving only a little. The faint green smoke rose up in circles and then gradually disappeared.

The old man's eyes followed the rising green smoke and slowly looked up. Facing the huge altar were the spirit tablets of the successive heads of the Cangyun Sect. From the first head Cang Yunzi to the last head, there were more than 30 spirit tablets in total.

However, the old man's eyes stayed on the third spirit tablet, which read: The spirit tablet of Xuan Zhenzi, the third head of Cangyun.

The next morning, after a simple breakfast brought by the Gulu bird, Ye Xiaochuan carried Wangcai and flew from the cliff to the direction of the valley. He had to eat, because the Gulu bird was Sun Yao's spy in the Discipline Court. If this flat-haired beast found out that he was not in the cliff, he would definitely go back and tell Sun Yao.

The Gulu bird had the duty of delivering meals every day, and in fact, it also had the responsibility of monitoring. No matter where Ye Xiaochuan went, he had to return to the cliff before the two meals were delivered in the morning and evening. After the Gulu bird flew away with the food box, he could leave the cliff and play outside without any worries.

He came to the Monkey King Grandpa today to ask about the strange bronze sword. Maybe the old monkey knew the origin of the sword.

The result was disappointing. He did not find Xiaotu when he arrived at the Taigu Shenshu. There were fewer gray-haired monkeys than before. Only some mother monkeys were carrying young monkeys on their backs jumping up and down on the tree trunks. He did not know where Xiaotu and his monkeys went to play in such a cold weather.

Ye Xiaochuan was very depressed because he did not find Xiaotu. He packed all the fruits and peaches he could see in Xiaotu's tree hole into his Qiankun bag and took them away to compensate for the psychological trauma he suffered from the wasted trip.

After collecting the spoils and preparing to go back, Ye Xiaochuan looked up at the Taigu Shenshu in front of him, wanting to see how high the tree was, so he flew straight up along the trunk.

The sapling did not disappoint him. It flew hundreds of feet high, and the trunk was still thick. It was estimated that at least a hundred people would be needed to hug it.

Ye Xiaochuan was extremely surprised. He thought that if he had a chance, he must go to the Dead Marsh to see the ancient sacred tree where the yellow bird lived. According to Baili Yuan, the tree in the Dead Marsh was more than ten times larger than this one.

Just as Ye Xiaochuan was admiring the majesty of the tree, Wangcai on his shoulder seemed to feel something and suddenly squeaked.

Ye Xiaochuan stopped and looked at Wangcai, only to see that Wangcai's wings pointed at a dark tree hole, which was covered with green vines. If you don't look carefully, it's really hard to find a tree hole in this place.