Above the Immortal Cultivation

After a stick of incense, a large flying boat buzzed over at high speed and stopped at the huge pit that was still not filled with water and silt.

"Swish, brush, brush..."

Dozens of people jumped off the flying boat. One of them had a deep breath and a simple and solemn face. He looked at the pit and the endless swamp, and sighed: "We are late. This person may have escaped long ago. Or maybe you and fellow Taoist Sun have died together, so go back."

"Elder Yan, should we search around, maybe that person was seriously injured and did not escape?" A young man in the early stage of the Golden Core, who was burly and one-third taller than an ordinary person, asked respectfully.

After thinking for a moment, Elder Yan said: "A dead horse is a living horse doctor. Yan Yan, please lead them to search within a thousand miles."

Hearing this, the early Jindan monk named Yan Yan immediately made arrangements: "Yan Long, Yan Feng, you two go north, and don't let go of any clues within three thousand miles; Yan Feng, Yan Kang, you two go west, Be sure to search carefully. If there is any sign of trouble, immediately send a message thousands of miles away. Yan Yu and I will go south. As for the east, there is no need. That is the territory of the Miao people. The Miao people are very repulsive to outsiders. Anyone who is not their own tribe will be killed. Kill immediately."

Yan Yan's airtight and unruffled arrangements made Elder Yan's eyes brighten up when he was originally gloomy about his family. In fact, he had always been very optimistic about this younger member of the family who was stable but able to adapt to changes.

Yan Yan seemed to pick people out at random, but he was extremely attentive. When everyone was discouraged and had selfish motives, the people he arranged were all direct bloodline disciples of the Yan family. Although they may be a little lazy in execution, But there is no problem with loyalty.

He only has the intermediate qualifications of the Three Spiritual Roots. Although he is extremely diligent in cultivation, his talent is there. It is not easy to form the golden elixir, but it is only a middle-grade golden elixir. It is almost hopeless to condense the Nascent Soul.

But today is different from the past. The Yan family's young talented generation has been exhausted. With the Yan family's best efforts, there is still a glimmer of hope to condense the Nascent Soul.

The Yan family now wants stability, not progress. With Yan Yan leading the Yan family, they will surely get through this gap of insecurity.

At this moment, that's all.

Two hours later, there was no movement in the west or north. The sun set over the western mountains and stars filled the sky. Yan Yan returned calmly with Yan Yu and reported: "Elder, my junior sister and I chased him all the way, and we vaguely felt that this person was not dead. It’s just that the life-threatening bell was broken here. Due to my low cultivation level, I just had that intuition and searched for it for more than ten thousand miles, but I still lost the trace.”

After hearing this, Elder Yan nodded, but without any hesitation, he released the flying boat again and returned the same way without looking back.

In his opinion, Yin Qi was no longer seriously injured. After Yin Qi was injured, Yin Luan Xuan immediately transferred two masters from the Yin Luan Xuan headquarters of the Four Beast Sect and the Evil Sect to protect Yin Qi in layers. got up.

With the power of Yinluanxuan, after Yinqi recovers, once he learns that the Yan family has captured the person he protects, the Yan family will instantly be wiped out and disappear in the torrent of time.

If Elder Sun and the others captured this person on the spot, they would still have the qualifications to negotiate with Yinluanxuan. Now even if that person still has a glimmer of hope, chasing him by himself would be a second pursuit. Yinqi will definitely not let Yan go. Home.

If this person died together with Elder Sun and the others, the Yan family would not be blamed, because the other party also killed three talented disciples of their own, which is justified in terms of justice.

The most important thing that led him to return was Yan Yan's superb understanding of the family's martial arts. Without the guidance of the deadly bell, he still pursued for more than ten thousand miles, which shows how dedicated he is to the study of the Yan family's martial arts. , the talent is superior to others.

We can't let any accidents happen to Yan Yan. We must use the efforts of the whole family to cultivate him carefully. Maybe the stability can lead the Yan family to a new level, so he will return to where he was without stopping.

Yan Yan is the last hope of the Yan family.

Qingluan Flying Ancient Treasure took the Iron Wood Ape Puppet and Wang Lu to fly at high speed for free, flying through the clouds and fog at a speed of nearly three hundred feet per breath, comparable to a seventh-level demon bird.

After flying for a full year, Wang Lu was completely comatose for a year.

During this year, the ape puppet performed the same task repeatedly and expressionlessly, that is, whenever the nine wind spirit stones were used up, it would pick up the wind spirit stones scattered on the flying boat and replenish them until The number became less and less, and it was less than nine pieces of wind spirit stones, until Qingluan Flying Ancient Treasure shattered into pieces in the air with a "click".

"Plop!" "Plop!"

The Iron Wood Ape Puppet first fell heavily into a vast ocean. It flapped its hands senselessly until the spirit stones in its body were exhausted, and bubbles spread from the bottom of the sea to the surface one by one.

Wang Lu was naturally not spared and fell headlong into the sea. Fortunately, he had the experience of deep-sea exercise. He floated on the surface of the sea in a coma, drifting with the current, gradually turning into a small dot and disappearing at the end of the sea.

One day, the sea breeze blew, carrying the unique smell of the sea, to this seaside fishing village.

The sun shines like stars on the sea, blooming with intoxicating highlights in the delicate surge of the waves. The fishermen living on the seaside begin their day's work.

"Daddy, set the sail and weigh the anchor!" A boy in his teens, dressed in dark clothes, happily boarded a hard locust wood fishing boat that was about two feet long and seven feet wide. He wore a hemp rope around his neck and looked like a majestic sea god. In the sculptures of Dayu, yearning and expectation for the sea shine in his eyes.

"Shh, Yu'er, keep your voice down, otherwise the fish and shrimps will hear us and we will return empty-handed." A strong middle-aged man touched the boy's bald head and whispered.

"Yes, yes, dad, it's Yu'er's first time to go to sea. We can't let mom go hungry. Let's set off quickly." Yu'er heard that speaking loudly would scare the fish away, so he whispered beside the man.

"Hahahahaha..."

The man saw that his son, who was not afraid of anything, couldn't help laughing when he heard that he could not catch any sea fish and spoke softly to him.

"Dad, don't laugh. All the fish will be gone in a moment, and mother is still waiting for us." Yu'er immediately pulled the man's sleeve and complained softly.

"Your Majesty God Yu, please protect my father and son from going to sea and returning safely." The man looked straight, took out a stick of incense, lit it with a flint, bowed three times to the boundless sea, and then inserted it into an incense burner on the bow of the ship.

The father and son divided the work and cooperated. The man raised the sail, adjusted the wind position, and supplemented it with wood pulp. The wooden boat moved quickly along the direction of the wind, while Yu'er carefully packed the fishing net in the boat.

Soon, the wooden boat disappeared into the sea and disappeared.

For more than an hour, the fishing boat traveled more than 40 miles.

At this time, the scorching sun is high, looking at the sea, the sky and the sea line, the sea wind is slowly blowing, and the small waves are gently coming.

The man folded the sail and, with the boy's cooperation, threw the fishing net into the sea.

Half an hour later, the two of them spilled all the fishing nets. The wooden buoys loomed one by one with the waves. The man took out two porcelain bowls, one large and one small. In the bowls were grains of white rice, mixed with white rice. Dozens of pieces of cooked fish, even though it is cold rice, you can still smell the fragrance inside.

After working hard for a long time, the father and son picked up the chopsticks and started gobbling it up.

Yu'er ate extremely fast. While eating, he praised: "The fish and meat rice made by my mother is so delicious, tsk tsk, it's so fragrant!"

After a while, Yu'er ate all the porcelain bowl. Seeing this, the man took his bowl over and dug half of it out of his own bowl. Yu'er originally wanted to refuse, but under the sharp gaze of the man, He took the bowl, smiled "hehe", and kept digging into his mouth like a starving ghost.

The man looked at the child with a smile as he quickly picked up the rice, his eyes full of smiles and love.