Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 345

Yunlan Mansion is snowing heavily, Tianyuan Mansion is already under the scorching sun, and it is a scene of a bumper harvest.

On the mountain road, two people and two riders were walking slowly.

"As the saying goes, there is a custom in ten miles, and a landscape in a hundred miles. If you are sincere, I can't be deceived." Lei Junqian held a horsewhip and waved it lightly, admiring the surrounding scenery with a satisfied face:

"The scenery of Tianyuan Mansion is completely different from that of Lei's house. It's quite good to go out for a walk often."

The current Patriarch of the Lei family has gone all the way and decided to come personally to participate in the Xianfang transaction.

He has many years of accumulation of the Lei family, and he can be regarded as a bold man of high art.

In fact, he was forced to be helpless.

Several older masters of the Lei family were killed one after another, and their magic weapons disappeared, and even the clan's treasure, the Sky Thunder Sword, disappeared.

Today's Lei family's strength can be said to have fallen to the bottom, and there is an urgent need for good magic weapons to increase their strength.

This trip, let other people do not feel at ease, it just happened to test the courage of the new Patriarch.

That's why Lei Junqian suffered like this.

"Not bad." Mo Qiuwen echoed:

"Most of the fairy masters in the world are unrestrained and unrestrained, and they are at ease in the world."

"If that's the case, then this life will not be in vain!"

"It's a pity!" Lei Junqian sighed softly:

"Actually, those of us who practice are also warning signs are high, and we also have trouble sleeping and eating, and it is also rare to be at ease."

"En." Mo Qiu nodded, then raised his brows slightly.

"Clatter..."

In the dense forest ahead, the branches and leaves swayed, and an old man with white hair rushed out of it.

"Two... fellow daoists?" The old man carefully swept over the two of them, and cupped his hands awkwardly:

"Little old man won't return alone, it's polite!"

"Hmm..." Lei Junqian glanced at the visitor:

"Fifth layer of Qi refining."

"Your Excellency blocked our way, why?"

This level of cultivation is naturally not a threat to them, but he still remains vigilant.

"That's right." Shan Bugui seemed a little embarrassed to be seen through at a glance, and clasped his fists and said:

"Dare to ask the two fellow Taoists, but go to the nearby Xianjiafang City?"

"Not bad." Lei Junqian nodded:

"Are you going to Xianfang too?"

"That's right, that's right." Shan Bugui nodded repeatedly, his face glowing with joy:

"To be honest, the little old man heard that this Fangshi is a rare fairy workshop in this dynasty for more than ten years, so he plans to come here to learn more."

"How..."

Having said that, his expression was slightly uncomfortable, he twisted his body, and then continued:

"The little old man doesn't know the exact location of Xianfang, and I don't know the two fellow Taoists, can you help me a little bit?"

Lei Jun understood:

"You want to come with us?"

"If possible, that's the best." Shan Bugui nodded embarrassingly.

This old man is obviously a cultivator of immortals, but he feels like a sour scholar among mortals.

Without the freedom and arrogance of a cultivator, he looks like a scholar who has been submissive all year round.

Lei Junqian turned his head and looked at Moqiu:

"Brother Mo?"

"Since we want to go together, we might as well let the people inside come out together." Mo Qiu looked towards the dense forest on one side.

Hearing this, Lei Junqian's expression darkened immediately.

"Don't get me wrong, you two, we have no malicious intentions." Seeing this, Shan Bugui's complexion changed drastically, and he said hastily:

"The little old man has no intention of deceiving the two of you, it's just...it's just that sometimes it's inevitable to take some precautions."

Said, waved towards the dense forest:

"Mr. Bao, Xue'er, come out and meet the two seniors!"

"Clatter..."

The trees shook, and a man and a woman came out in sequence.

The man was in his early twenties, dressed in white, with a long sword hanging from his waist, like a knight in the rivers and lakes, with five levels of Qi refining.

The girl is thirteen or fourteen years old, has three levels of Qi refining, her eyes are transparent, and she is looking at the two with curiosity.

"You guys..." Lei Junqian looked at the three of them and couldn't help covering his forehead:

"If you come out to walk the world with such a small cultivation base, don't your family members care about it?"

"Back to senior." Mr. Bao cupped his hands:

"The younger generation's family is just ordinary people, and my father is a civil servant of the county, and he doesn't know anything about the practice world."

"It was also a coincidence that I found a secret book in my family's collection of books, and I was lucky enough to cultivate mana."

"Little old man is a casual cultivator." Shan Bugui bowed and said:

"In the early years, I was a teacher in the county seat. It was only after I got older that I realized that I had a talent for cultivation, so I barely started to practice."

"Xue'er is my apprentice, and I have been walking around the world with me all these years, and nothing has happened. Not long ago, we met Mr. Bao by chance. This time, we came to Xianfang to see if we can buy something."

"Heh..." Lei Junqian lightly said:

"You are lucky."

"Yes." Shan Bugui nodded hastily, and said with a flattering smile:

"It's not that I met two noblemen again today, otherwise we would still be running around like headless chickens."

"Luck is good, it's just for a while, what's difficult is that luck is so good for a lifetime." Lei Junqian shook his head:

"Come on!"

Mo Qiu didn't say much, but his eyes slowly swept across the three of them, and he paused for a moment on the little girl.

Among the three, this girl has the best talent and the strongest potential.

As far as he is concerned, one thing more is worse than one thing less. This time, it is also because Xianfang is not far ahead.

With or without, it makes no difference.

"Is this where Xianfang is?"

Looking at a small town surrounded by mountains in front of him, Shan Bugui's eyes widened with disbelief:

"Isn't this a mortal town?"

The point is, they only spent the night in the town yesterday, but they couldn't find anything wrong.

"Not bad." Lei Junqian said slowly:

"This is a mortal town, but it is also where the Immortal Workshop is located, and a transaction between immortal cultivators will be held here every ten or twenty years."

He rode forward and said as he walked:

"The name of this town is Xianyou Town. It is the place where the former head of the Zhenfa Division died, and it is guarded by a formation."

"The family that sits here doesn't have many masters, but they can use their blood to open up a large formation here."

"At that time, it will be the day when Xianfang opens."

"Master of the Justice Department." Mr. Bao was moved:

"I heard that these people are immortal cultivators who have built a Dao foundation?"

"Not bad." Lei Junqian nodded:

"Because the formation here was created by senior Daoji, and it is in line with the terrain of the surrounding mountains, even Daoji monks can't break through the formation here in a short time."

"Everyone will trade honestly and save a lot of trouble."

"certainly!"

He paused slightly and said:

"The formation will blind perception and suppress cultivation, so there will be people of unknown origin participating in it."

"Acacia Sect, Blood Fiend Sect, and certain evil ways may also appear."

No!

It should be, it will definitely be.

"evil ways?"

Hearing this, Shan Bugui's eyes showed apprehension, but the two young men showed no fear on their faces, but a little curiosity on the contrary.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, so it should be them.

"But senior." The girl Ji Xue's eyes were puzzled:

"We lived in this town last night and walked a few streets. Why didn't we see any practitioners?"

"Yeah?"

Lei Junqian laughed lightly when he heard the words, and then his body trembled slightly, and the aura on his body weakened rapidly.

The blink of an eye, in the eyes of Qi Wangju, is just like a mortal.

This kind of method of hiding the breath is nothing, as long as the cultivation base is sufficient, it can be seen through.

Even those who are more proficient in the Qi Wang technique can detect something wrong.

But it is easy to fool Shan Bugui and others who are ignorant of the practice world.

"If the three of you walked through this town yesterday, I'm afraid you've already caught someone's eyes."

Lei Junqian looked back and said:

"Today counts as your luck. You met us halfway and returned here. Otherwise, you may have met some people with ulterior motives."

"Yes, yes." Shan Bugui looked terrified:

"I just said, we were lucky, and met a nobleman when we went out, so we were saved from disaster."

"Let's go!"

Lei Junqian waved his hand and led the horse into the town.

Youxian Tower.

Five people stepped into the restaurant.

This time, the three of Shan Bugui finally realized something was wrong.

The faint sights around them made their complexions turn pale. Fortunately, they should have sensed Lei Junqian's presence, so they retracted their gazes one after another, and the invisible pressure dissipated.

"There are still a few days before the opening of Xianfang. As long as you don't leave the town during this time, nothing will happen."

"certainly."

"If you seek your own death, you can't blame others!"

Lei Junqian explained again, then went straight to the counter and threw a piece of gold.

"Two yards, quieter."

"Yes!" The shopkeeper took the gold with joy, bowed and quoted:

"Guest officer please!"

…………

After settling down.

Seeing Lei Junqian's impatience, Shan Bugui and the three did not continue to entangle, but asked for the next three upper rooms.

As immortal cultivators, no matter how bad they are, they still don't lack the gold and silver needed for ordinary people's transactions.

In the next few days, everyone showed their different personalities.

Shan Bugui is cautious by nature, after trying to get in touch with the immortal cultivators living here, he would stay behind closed doors and strictly forbid his disciples to wander around.

It seems that he intends to wait for Xianfang to start.

On the contrary, Mr. Bao, who was quite bold, got into a ball with a group of casual cultivators.

Loose cultivators come from all over the world, and their cultivation bases vary from high to low, and there is even a master of the eleventh level of Qi refining.

It's a pity that he is too old and has exhausted his potential.

Lei Junqian met an acquaintance here, who seemed to be the head of a certain family of cultivating immortals, and the two often walked around.

Mo Qiu walked around a few times and followed the trail to a courtyard.

This is the gathering point for the disciples of the Cangyu Sect, and this time, two disciples from the inner sect also rushed over.

From this point of view, Zongmen disciples are far stronger than others.

There are many masters, sufficient cohesion, and more background.

Even if some people intend to do some murder and looting, they will not choose the tough bones of Zongmen disciples.

In this way, a few days have passed.

Xianfang opens.

…………

evening.

A cold wind blows.

A thin layer of mist emerged from the ground, silently covering the entire town.

"Woo..."

The low-pitched horn echoed in the town with some kind of strange power.

Some old people seemed to have thought of something, and closed the door early, so that the clansmen would not ask more questions.

Ancient legend.

Every ten or twenty years, the spirits and monsters in the mountains will gather here, which is ominous for ordinary people.

Its label is the sudden thick fog.

The sound waves kept reverberating, and not long after, the mortals in the town fell into deep sleep after hearing it.

In the mist, clusters of auras of various colors emerged one after another, and even huge banners were suspended in the air.

A group of figures appeared in the thick fog.

Mo Qiu pushed open the gate of the small courtyard, and when he gathered his eyes, he could only see a few feet in front of him.

Under the formation, his cultivation and strength were also suppressed.

The only ones that are not affected are the mortal families here, but they dare not offend the practitioners.

"Hundred Treasure Hall!"

Looking at the eye-catching banners on the street in front of him, he stopped slightly and walked into it.