Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

As soon as this word came out, the struggling color in the bottom of the boy's eyes went away and quickly nodded.

"OK, immortal, wait a minute. I'll tell Uncle Li."

With that, he quickly ran out, and the bag was covered in his hand.

There was some emotion in Yang Xuan's eyes.

He could see that the young man wanted the bag of silver money very much, even to the point of craving. For Yang Xuan, since he embarked on the road of practice, the silver money had gradually faded out of his sight, and there was no specific concept at all.

But for these ordinary people, sometimes the importance of this bag of money is unimaginable.

However, even so, the young man still pressed down his desire to return the money to him, which shows his nature of mind.

Under the young man's explanation, the Gang also gradually put down their vigilance towards Yang Xuan, but there was still a little fear in their eyes and didn't dare to talk to him.

In contrast, the young man had to be more open. He shouted one by one, which made Yang Xuan feel a little embarrassed.

They chatted with each other all the way. Yang Xuan probably knew the relationship between these people.

The young man's name is Zhao Wuming. Except for the young man, all the others in white are servants of the young man's family, and Li Bo in his mouth is the housekeeper. As for the big men, they are invited to bury the coffin.

The young man's father is a sergeant. He has some official positions, which can make his family live well. However, today's state of Jiang is in the midst of war. His father was killed in a war and couldn't even bring back his body.

The young man's mother was ill in bed and needed a lot of money to buy medicinal materials every day. Now the backbone of the family is gone and the source of income is lost. Only then did she have an idea about Yang Xuan's silver.

After burying the black wooden coffin, the strong men left by themselves, leaving only the servants.

A group of people walked slowly. After a while, a city appeared in front of them.

The city looks smaller than Qingzhou City, but the defense is much more strict. The walls are full of soldiers with long guns, and the personnel entering and leaving the city gate will be strictly checked.

"Immortal master, this is qiansong city."

The boy walked in the front and said to Yang Xuan.

At this time, not many people lined up to enter the city, but because of extremely strict reasons, the speed of travel was very slow.

"What are you doing in town?"

"Hey, my Lord, I'm a businessman."

"Doing business? I don't think your clothes are very similar."

At the gate of the city, a soldier stood there angrily. In front of him was a man in plain clothes, carrying a burden and looking listless.

When questioned by the soldiers, the man immediately smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Jun, I really do business, but you know the recent situation. It's hard to do business. No, I can only come to the city Lord to sell some gadgets."

With that, he took down the burden and opened it, revealing a pile of small wood carvings.

"Well, all right, go in."

The soldier took a look, nodded immediately, put the man in, and then pointed to Yang Xuan and them.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't waste the time of the people behind you."

Standing next to Yang Xuan, the old man called Li Bo by the young man immediately trotted up with a smile on his face.

"Come, come, please bear with me."

"Well, what do you do?"

"Lord Hui, we are from the Zhao family in the city. We have just returned from setting up a clothes grave for General Zhao."

"Zhao family? I'm a little impressed. All right, let's go in."

The soldier seemed to know something. He immediately waved his hand and let them in. He didn't even have to interrogate.

Yang Xuan also followed, but when he first came to the gate, a hand put on his shoulder.

"Who are you? Did you let you in?"

Yang Xuan turned his head and looked. It was the soldier who was checking. At this time, he was holding his shoulder. His face was full of disgust and said, "a broken beggar is trying to get into the city? Get out of here quickly, or you will be killed!"

"Wait a minute, my Lord."

Zhao Wuming, the young man, hurriedly ran over and said, "this immortal master is a distinguished guest of my family."

"Distinguished guest? Immortal master?" The soldier frowned tightly, and the strength in his hand was two points higher: "you are from the Zhao family. I have heard of some. For the sake of the Zhao family leader who is also a general, it is not difficult for you. You know, the current situation simply does not allow such unidentified beggars to enter the city."

Then he grabbed Yang Xuan's shoulder and wanted to pull him out of the team.

However, under this force, Yang Xuan was motionless.

"Huh?"

The soldier looked at Yang Xuan and tried twice, but it didn't work.

"You want to die!"

He was a little angry. He loosened his hand and took out a long knife from his waist. He chopped it down at Yang Xuan with a fierce face.

The speed of the long knife was very fast. With a slight wind, it came to Yang Xuan in the twinkling of an eye.

"Ding!"

A light sound came out, Yang Xuan's left hand stretched out, and his index finger was wrapped by a layer of light white light. He pointed on the blade and stopped it.

He frowned slightly, glanced at the soldier and said coldly, "human life is so worthless in your eyes?"

However, because I am embarrassed in my clothes at the moment, I will regard myself as a beggar. It's all a small matter. I just didn't let him pull, but I was going to kill.

Yang Xuan also killed people, but this careless practice of human life made him extremely disgusted.

I don't even have a chance to explain. If I don't have cultivation, wouldn't I be dead at this time?

At this time, Zhao Wuming also reacted. His face changed greatly and he had to stop it.

As for the others, including the soldier, they were all stunned.

Just a finger, blocking the blade?

"No... impossible... He must have played some tricks!"

The soldier was a little flustered, and a terrible idea appeared in his mind. Then he was instinctively ignored. As soon as his mind was hot, the long knife in his hand changed direction and chopped down again.

However, Yang Xuan didn't give him another chance. When the knife was still in the air, he kicked it out and let the soldier's body fly out of control.

"Touch!"

He ran straight into the wall behind him, and a mouthful of blood gushed out immediately.

Naturally, such a big noise also alerted other soldiers. Originally, they didn't intend to pay attention to it. Now they see that their own people have been beaten out. Where can they sit still.

More than 20 people, carrying long guns, surrounded them. The people who were still waiting for inventory saw them and hurried back.