Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

At the foot of the mountain more than ten miles away from the town, the cashier was hurrying along with his bag on his back.

"It's freezing to death in this weather. Why didn't you bring two more clothes..." the cashier murmured, blaming himself for what he had forgotten.

But when he thought of the shining spirit stone in his arms, he suddenly felt that his whole body had become warm.

"With this spirit stone, find a place to live, and I can be a local rich man. Ha ha."

Thinking of sitting in a spacious house with more than a dozen concubines hugging each other, the cashier couldn't help laughing, touched the spirit stone in his arms and looked at it with dementia on his face.

The next moment, when he was still immersed in his dream, a cold light flashed, his head had been divided into two with a faint smile on his face.

A man in black came slowly from behind him, put the knife in his hand slowly into the storage bag, then went to the cashier, took the spirit stone in his hand and measured it in front of his eyes.

"Sure enough... It's the boy's breath... I finally found you!"

With a slight force in his hand, this hard and incomparable spirit stone was crushed in an instant, turned into crystal powder, slipped out of the fingers of the black robed man, and then was blown up by the night wind and floated in the sky.

It was late at night. From time to time outside the inn, two unknown birds and animals called, which made Yang Xuan a little upset.

"It's strange. Why is meditation interrupted today? It shouldn't be!"

Yang Xuan murmured and carried the three yuan purity formula. The next moment, a trace of dryness in his heart came out and interrupted his cultivation.

This situation made Yang Xuan simply stop meditating. After standing up from the ground, he gently pushed open the window.

The cool evening wind blew in from the window, which immediately made Yang Xuan's dryness disappear. For a time, he felt much relaxed.

"Maybe I'm too nervous during this period! I'd better have a good sleep and have a rest!"

Yang Xuan murmured, stretched his waist, then walked to the bedside and lay down with his clothes.

He has always loved neatness. He has worn ragged clothes for a long time, but Yang Xuan still has no plan to change them.

When he thought of his image back home, his uncle and others would be stunned. Yang Xuan laughed alone.

But of course, his idea is not only that, but also to provide a disguise for himself.

The people in black who pursued and killed themselves at the beginning were the elders of the national hall. The national hall is powerful and numerous. It may be able to avoid a lot of trouble with this appearance.

Thinking of countless things in his heart, Yang Xuan has entered a dream unconsciously.

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to see a tall man with a face similar to himself, looking at himself with a kind smile.

Is it your father? I'm looking for you

Yang Xuan fell asleep. What he didn't know was that countless people couldn't sleep because of his arrival this night.

Xiao Fan sat behind the table with a dignified face and listened to the imperial palace guard in front of him report the urgent military situation of 100000 Li.

"In other words, after disappearing for three months, the Yang Xuan finally appeared in Xuanmen city." Xiao Fan summed up slowly.

The bodyguard at the bottom quickly nodded and said, "yes, sir, this is the news from the garrison guarding the Xuanmen pass. They have always been cautious and should not make mistakes."

Hearing the bodyguard say so, Xiao Fan suddenly remembered a familiar face in his mind. It was an old friend who had guarded the Xuanmen pass for many years.

It's the news from his men. It's probably not wrong.

He nodded secretly in his heart. Xiao Fan waved his hand and sent the guard away. He began to hurry to the magnificent building in the center of the national hall.

This is the most noble residence in the whole national palace, not because of how luxurious and exquisite the construction is, but more because of the person living inside.

Lord of the national hall, Zhou Fengyuan.

When he came to the heavy gate, he could see the light coming out through the crack of the door. Xiao Fan was relieved.

It seems that the temple Lord hasn't slept yet. He doesn't have to risk waking the temple Lord to report the news.

After worshipping the gate, Xiao Fan didn't speak, but Zhou Fengyuan's faint voice came from inside.

"Is that Xiao Fan? Just come in. I haven't gone to bed yet."

After getting the permission, Xiao Fan immediately stretched out his hand, pushed open the gate and bowed himself in.

At the moment, Zhou Fengyuan is sitting in front of a wooden table with carved dragons and painted Phoenix. The table is filled with countless letters. He sits between the hills piled up with books. He looks a little weak.

After putting down the book in his hand, Zhou Fengyuan glanced at Xiao Fan faintly: "elder Xiao, come to me so late. Is there anything urgent?"

Although his voice was not big, it was full of the authority of the superior, which made Xiao Fan feel tight in his heart and the sweat on his forehead gathered involuntarily.

Although he has been with the Lord for so many years, Xiao Fan still can't bear such pressure.

After wiping the cold sweat on his head, Xiao Fan said respectfully: "report to the hall Lord that the trace of Yang Xuan has finally disappeared. Someone saw him in the Xuanmen pass this morning and hurt dozens of tiger Ben troops with a sword."

"Oh, really? Did someone in the Huben army die under the sword?"

"Tell the temple Lord that there is no one."

Hearing what Xiao Fan said, Zhou Fengyuan immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face and nodded his head slightly.

"It's good. This boy is very careful. His mind is still the same after disappearing for so long."

Xiao Fan was shocked when he heard Zhou Fengyuan praising Yang Xuan, and then echoed.

You should know that the great lord of the National Palace can determine the fate of countless people in one word. Xiao Fan heard such undisguised praise for the first time in so many years.

It can be seen that Yang Xuan occupies a very important position in Zhou Fengyuan's heart. This sentence has enabled Yang Xuan to run rampant in the state of Wei.

After waving his hand to let Xiao Fan stop and agree, Zhou Fengyuan pondered for a moment, and then said seriously, "in that case, let fengmiao go and pick him up!"

Hearing the name, Xiao Fan immediately widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "Hall Lord, are you really sure?"

Zhou Feng nodded: "yes, it's been 20 years. He should put it down and let him come back!"

Xiao Fan immediately nodded and said, "yes, my subordinates will do it right away!"