Above the Immortal Cultivation

As soon as Wang Lu entered the city, one of the two late-stage foundation-building monks sent a message and asked: "Brother Fang, why did you let this person in so easily? Aren't you worried that this person is an evil monk?"

"Brother Lu is overly worried. With the strength of our Lingyun Sect, there is no one we are afraid of within a radius of tens of millions of miles. However, judging from the fluctuations in mana this person displays, he is completely different from the evil cultivator. The sect’s thirty-year tea tasting conference will start in five days. What we need to pay attention to is the people leaving the city rather than the people entering the city. Nowadays, our northern border is in a precarious situation. It is an eventful time. As low-level monks, It is better to do less than to do more, and it is better to reach the golden elixir stage as soon as possible, so that you can have a certain degree of self-protection. "

"No wonder Brother Fang is valued by the master and is taught by me."

The monk surnamed Fang laughed, and then the two of them became quiet again and carefully checked the monks entering or leaving the city.

Wang Lu entered the city, feeling the exotic customs of this strange world in Northern Xinjiang while maintaining a cautious attitude. Not long ago, a disaster was framed by the Silver Palace, and he had to hide his head and tail.

The entire Lingyun City did not become pitch black due to the fall of night. On the contrary, under the cover of the large formation, it was still as bright as day.

After half a stick of incense, Wang Lu came to a small building that was shaped like a luan and phoenix. The silver gate was full of people coming and going, and it was very lively. Most of the people who came in and out were cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building and above. .

Wang Lu didn't expect that Yinluanxuan existed in Northern Xinjiang, which was hundreds of millions of miles away. It seemed that Yinluanxuan was the real behemoth, and could do business across borders even in the far Northern Xinjiang. , which can’t help but make me feel calm.

At the same time, after experiencing the trial of Yin Palace, a very absurd and terrifying idea suddenly emerged: Could Yinluanxuan be Yin Palace's back-up man in this world?

Because both in terms of color and span, they are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He had just narrowly escaped death in the test of Yin Palace, and now he had to face Yin Luan Xuan's dazzling eyes. Wang Lu thought for a moment and decided to take the risk:

Firstly, to clarify the overall situation in Northern Xinjiang; secondly, to verify the reliability of his "Deep Hidden" technique.

After making up his mind, he walked into Yinluan Pavilion.

"Welcome your distinguished guest. Are you looking for information or selling treasures?"

An energetic young monk in the middle stage of foundation building dressed in silver saw Wang Lu coming and stepped forward with a smile on his face and asked.

Wang Lu did not answer this person's words.

He looked around, and sure enough, Yinluan Pavilion still had the same layout as the Western Desert. The entire hall was empty, with only seven or eight foundation-building silver-clothed disciples waiting at the counter to welcome incoming guests.

Sixty rooms starting with "A, B, B, D, Wu, Ji" are surrounding, and the doors of eight houses are wide open.

Wang Lu stepped into a room named "Bingwu", and the silver-clothed monk immediately followed him into it.

After entering the house, a cup of spiritual tea with a light fragrance was placed quietly on the coffee table, as if waiting for Wang Lu's arrival.

Wang Lu sat down with his sleeves fluffed, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Although the monk in silver clothes was far inferior to Wang Lu, he sat calmly opposite Wang Lu, cupped his fists and said: "Junior Yin Thirty-eight, senior, if you have any requests, just ask me. Yinluanxuan will do its best to serve the seniors.”

"Haha, very good. Take this token and invite the deacon from Guixuan." Wang Lu handed the silver ring order to the other party.

When Yin Sanshiba saw the token, his expression changed. He pretended to be calm and said, "Senior, please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."

Wang Lu was sipping the spiritual tea, and after half a stick of incense, Yin Sanshiba walked in respectfully behind a middle-aged man in silver who was in the late Jindan stage.

The middle-aged man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, not angry but powerful. He sat calmly opposite Wang Lu. He glanced at the Yinluan Order again, then returned the token to Wang Lu, and said calmly: "I am Yinluan of Lingyun City. Deacon Xuan, fellow Taoist, please call me Yinjiu. I wonder what the distinguished guest’s requirements are for coming to this Xuan?”

Wang Lu said calmly: "I need detailed information about this region in Northern Border. The price is easy to find."

Hearing Wang Lu's words, Yin Jiu's face darkened, and he said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist has a big appetite. Although fellow Taoist holds the Yinluan Order of this Xuan, your request is a bit too much, right? "

"Haha, is that too much? As far as I know, as the owner of Yinluan Order, he has this permission." Wang Lu found out from Yinqi that Yinluan Order has the second highest permission of Yinluan Xuan. That's why he made this seemingly reckless but extremely reasonable request.

Seeing that Wang Lu had come prepared, Yinjiu pondered for a moment and then said: "It seems that I have far underestimated fellow Taoist's understanding of this Xuan. In this case, I can make the decision to sell the jade slips to you. However, such detailed information According to the information, Taoist friends still need to wait for two hours, and you need to pay 7,000 high-grade spiritual stones. It depends on whether you have the strength."

After finishing speaking, Yin Jiu took Yin Sanshiba and left the "Bing Wu" room.

Two hours later, Yin Sanba returned to the room. Wang Lu handed him a storage bag without saying a word. After Yin Sanba checked it, he respectfully handed Wang Lu a white jade slip.

Wang Lu took the jade slip without checking it. After saying goodbye, he left Yinluan Xuan.

After walking out of Yinluan Pavilion, Wang Lu continued to walk towards the busy inner city. In this city, mortals and monks lived together. For the various powerful magical powers of the monks, there was no difference in life between mortals except some necessary respect and awe. Instead, he started some small businesses in the city, such as selling some folk flower-cuts, specialty snacks, root carvings, artworks... and other small businesses.

Wang Lu had never seen such a market in any big city in the Western Desert, and he couldn't help but feel a little novel and curious.

He suddenly turned to one of the stalls selling small samples of ordinary products. A lifelike wooden yellow gourd on the stall caught his attention.

Seven or eight mortals were gathered in front of the stall, pointing at the exquisite carvings on the stall. When they saw Wang Lu, who had a slight aura of mana, they all stepped aside.

The owner of the stall is a gentle scholar in his twenties who is wearing a blue robe.

Wang Lu came to the stall and made a move with one hand, and the yellow gourd came into his hand.

Wang Lu rubbed his hands with the gourd, which was almost exactly the same shape and size as the one he got from the Silver Palace. He opened his consciousness and found that the inner wall of the gourd was as smooth as a mirror. He didn't know how the carving was done. He smiled and said: " I bought this gourd, how much does it cost?”

"The immortal master has a sharp eye. I picked up this gourd in the mountains. Because of its small and exquisite shape, I placed this gourd on the stall. This gourd was not carved by me, but was obtained by chance. It only costs ten A string of copper coins will do it.”

After Wang Lu heard the words, he was very fond of the scholar's words. They were not his own, but free and easy, without a trace of coyness or greed, which was very rare.

He quickly rummaged for copper coins in his storage bag, but after a while he couldn't find even one. He smiled and said, "I don't have any copper coins, so I might as well use this piece of fire jade to buy them."

"Oh my god, what a beautiful ruby!" When the crowd saw the fire jade that Wang Lu took out, they all exclaimed in surprise.

Wang Lu took out a piece of round ruby ​​that was bright red and handed it to the other party. The scholar took the fire jade tremblingly and said with a trembling voice: "Master Immortal, this object is too precious. The items on my stall can be left to the Immortal Master." Pick.”

"Haha, no need. You and I are destined to meet here. It's God's will. No need to pay attention to it." Wang Lu said with a smile.

"Little man Long Zhou, thank you Immortal Master!" Long Zhou knew that the high-ranking Immortal Masters in the world of immortality generally regarded the worldly objects as scrap metal, so he did not bother about it and calmly accepted this priceless piece of fire. Jade.

In fact, he really wanted to embark on the path of cultivating immortals, but it was a pity that he did not have even the most rubbish miscellaneous spiritual roots, so he could only hope and sigh.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be moved. When he was about to leave, Wang Lu suddenly heard a sweet voice, as clear and sweet as an oriole leaving the valley:

"Fellow Taoist, please slow down!"