Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Yang Xuan estimated that there was a distance of nearly 30 meters from his position to the limit of divine sense.

Although he felt a little vague after talking about the limit, he was very satisfied.

The explanation of divine consciousness in the cultivation experience was a little vague. Nothing specific was said, but only a few words were brought in the past. As a result, Yang Xuan never paid too much attention to it, but now it has become a surprise.

Such a large sensing range is naturally of great help to him. Although the heavenly eye is good, it is more useful only when it senses the fluctuation of spiritual power. If it is really practical, it still can't compare with this divine consciousness at present.

At this time, Yang Xuan was in a good mood. He unconsciously smiled on his face, pushed the door and went out.

At this time, Zhao Wuming also just came out of the lobby. When he saw Yang Xuan, he quickly hugged his fist and said, "brother Yang, you finally came out, but I'm very worried!"

"Worried?"

Yang Xuan said with some laughter, "I've only been practicing for a whole morning, but brother Zhao has something to find me?"

He thought Zhao Wuming had something urgent to say, so he was anxious to find himself. However, after seeing the amazement on Zhao Wuming's face, he found that it was wrong.

"Brother Zhao has something to say?" He asked with a frown.

Zhao Wuming looked at Yang Xuan up and down. After hesitating for a while, he said, "brother Yang, you said... You've been practicing all morning?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"The problem is big." Zhao Wuming smiled bitterly: "brother Yang, this is your fifth day in our Zhao family. You haven't appeared for three days since you went back to your room that night. If there hadn't been light flashing in the room, I couldn't help but go in and have a look."

"What!"

Yang Xuan was shocked. He looked at Zhao Wuming with an incredible face and couldn't help shouting: "doesn't that mean that I have practiced for more than three days?"

He was conscious from the perception of the Kung Fu to the cultivation of Zhou Tian. He probably counted the passage of time. So far, it should be only three or four hours, at most in the afternoon.

Looking at Yang Xuan's disbelief, Zhao Wuming showed a strange color on his face and continued: "brother Yang, it's really so much time. As early as yesterday, the city Lord came once and wanted to see you. He just learned that you didn't bother after cultivation. No, it's coming again today. You'll know it when you ask."

Then he went to the gate and invited Zhu Quan in.

Zhu Quan, who was just at the door with a solemn face, came in and found Yang Xuan standing at the door. He immediately changed into a smiling face and came over.

"Immortal master..."

Zhu Quan was about to speak, but he was stopped by Yang Xuan.

"When was the last time you asked your men to clean up the ruins of the house in this yard?"

"What's the matter, immortal master?"

"Answer me!"

"This..." Zhu Quan's face was full of confusion. After hesitating for a while, he returned: "it was five days ago."

"So long!"

Yang Xuan frowned tightly. In his feeling, it was only a few hours. In fact, it was five days. The gap between them made him a little confused.

"The time to run the Sunday is fixed. There should be no gap. Is it difficult to understand?"

Ternary quiet determination is a complete skill. He has seen it clearly from the first realm to the third realm without omission. In particular, the determination of the third realm is just his current realm, which is difficult to understand.

At that time, his mind was immersed in it. It felt like a flick of his fingers, but now it seems that it was a whole day.

"Practice has no years, so it is."

Thinking of the key, Yang Xuan couldn't help smiling bitterly and shaking his head.

In fact, the old city Lord also mentioned this point in his cultivation experience. Before, Yang Qianhuan of the Yang family seemed to spend a lot of time in their cultivation. However, it was only hearsay after all. Now he feels it, but it is another inexplicable feeling.

As soon as your eyes are closed and opened, it will be a few days, but you feel like you are in a dream.

"Immortal master... Immortal master..."

Zhu Quan looked at some stunned Yang Xuan and couldn't help shouting twice.

Yang Xuan immediately returned to his mind, shook his head, abandoned those feelings and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Immortal master, that is... Didn't you say it before I went to the capital to report the identity of immortal master to your majesty."

"Well, why, people are coming?"

Yang Xuan frowned and thought of it.

As they said, it's the fifth day now, but the people in the capital are almost due to arrive. After all, the country of Jiang is just a small country, which is not very big. If you travel day and night, it won't take much time.

Sure enough, Zhu Quan nodded and said immediately, "yes, I came here yesterday and wanted to tell immortal master in advance, but immortal master was practicing at that time, that's why..."

"No harm."

Yang Xuan's face was bland and waved his hand. He didn't care.

Zhu Quan bowed to him, immediately turned around and waved. Beside the guards, a man in royal clothes trotted up.

"Are you the one sent by the Lord of the state of Jiang?"

Yang Xuan arched his hand at the man and said something lukewarm. At this time, he had already understood the status of immortals in this country. Naturally, he would not flatter others, but maintained basic etiquette.

However, his bow scared the man seriously and quickly hid aside. Then he bowed down and said, "it's just that your majesty sent me here. There's a letter for me to hand over to the immortal master and ask the immortal master to have a look."

With that, he took out an envelope with a black background and Phnom Penh from his sleeve, which looked very luxurious.

Yang Xuan's face showed a different color: "Oh? I thought I sent someone to talk. Unexpectedly, I wrote a letter myself."

"Immortal master's mirror, your majesty always respects every immortal master. Unless the government is busy, he will come in person."

The man's face was full of respect, and his words were so round that people couldn't find fault.

Yang Xuan nodded at him, immediately opened the envelope and looked at it.

Black paper and gold characters don't look very comfortable, but they reveal a feeling of luxury, as if they imply something.

Yang Xuan is not a fool. Naturally, he can feel the intention. One is to show respect, and the other is a temptation.

The content of the letter was similar to what he thought. The so-called leader of state Jiang lowered his attitude. Although he was the leader of a country, the tone of his peers and friends was used in the letter.

What he said is probably to let Yang Xuan go to Kyoto to entertain him warmly, and at the same time, he can communicate with the friars of Jiang Guodu. From beginning to end, he has never mentioned the solicitation.