Immortal Immortal

With the Sword Society in the Cocoon approaching, more than three hundred affiliated sword sects began to fight openly and secretly around the Tianjian Sect's entrance ceremony.

Even mundane towns in remote areas were affected.

Naturally including Qingzhen.

Qingzhen is famous for its tea and wine specialties. It is located at the junction of official roads extending in all directions. There used to be a large number of caravans passing through every day.

But later, due to the disaster caused by the Wusheng Cult, Qingzhen no longer was lively.

It is said that hundreds of thousands of mortals disappeared inexplicably overnight, leaving only a creepy empty city. As a result, it was only in the past hundred years that people from the surrounding areas gradually moved into the city.

The Jiantongue Sect also deliberately downplayed the impact of Qingzhen, thus exacerbating Qingzhen's downfall.

Look up.

The urban area of ​​Qingzhen looks extremely old. It is cold and damp, causing moss to cover the ground. There is a rotten smell in the air.

People rely on the Green River in the center of the town for life. Every few days, there are always a few merchant ships docking briefly for repairs.

However, businessmen all think that Qingzhen is unlucky and will hardly stay at night to rest.

The twelfth lunar month has just arrived.

Silver frost has covered the eaves, and the aroma of simmering grains fills Qingzhen.

Perhaps to outsiders, Qingzhen is a ghost town that is avoided, but from another perspective, the isolated town is like a paradise, free from mundane disputes.

A market composed of neighbors in the street gathered the people of Qingzhen early in the morning.

Although Qingzhen has a sparse population, the twelfth lunar month is full of New Year fireworks, but the market is full of familiar faces.

In the old city, dense moss covers the walls, and scattered passers-by walk along the streets, they are busy working for a living.

Children chase each other and play, it's like a world on earth.

Old detective Yuan Chun, wearing greasy old clothes, squatted at the joint, helping people passing by sharpen their knives and humming new songs from the twelfth lunar month.

"Twenty-three, sticky melons, twenty-four, sweep the house, twenty-five, grind tofu, twenty-six, cut off the New Year's meat, twenty-seven, kill the New Year's chicken..."

There was applause all around, and Yuan Chun couldn't help showing a bit of pride.

At this moment, a young catcher ran up quickly and shouted loudly: "Captain Yuan, here come the immortals, there are two immortals!!"

Yuan Chun stopped abruptly, and the people all looked at each other in shock.

Since the Wu Sheng Cult disaster, the Jian Tongue Sect has canceled all the places in the Qing Town Township Examination, and no immortals have come since then.

Now the sudden appearance of the immortal made Yuan Chun unable to help but feel worried.

"Yuan Captou, are you going to resume the provincial examination? Can you tell me whether my son can catch up with the immortal fate, if he enters the Sword Tongue Sect..."

The people were talking a lot, but only the old man, who was two or three hundred years old, had a complicated expression. Mortals only knew that the provincial examination could lead to immortality, but they didn't know how many people would die in the process of the provincial examination.

"Hey, let me go take a look."

Yuan Chun walked toward the end of the street in a panic, but felt something was wrong, so he took off his greasy coat and shivered in his thin clothes.

Qingzhen has not seen an immortal for hundreds of years, so it is unknown what this means.

After only two streets of walking, Yuan Chun broke out in a cold sweat, and the cold wind penetrated into his flesh and bones like a sharp knife.

He rubbed his white pupils.

I saw two sword cultivators, a man and a woman, standing at the gate of the city. They seemed to be in their early thirties, and were distinguished by their long green-white tongues hanging down to their chests.

Both of them are at the Dan-Jie stage of cultivation, which is almost the same as the Infant Cry stage.

"The little man, Qingzhen Police Officer, has met two immortals."

"Ming Lin, my junior sister Ming Xue."

Ming Lin said with a cold face, scanning the bustling market in the distance, seeming to think of the market in his hometown, his expression softened slightly.

"We come to see Elder Taiji, you can just introduce him to us."

"Taiji...elder?"

Yuan Chun repeated it twice, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and answered cautiously: "I have never heard of the name of Elder Taiji."

"There are no outsiders in Qingzhen all year round. Did the Immortal make a mistake?"

"Bold." Mingxue's eyes flashed with long-suppressed killing intent, her long green and white tongue showed signs of falling off, and her sword energy was secretly building up.

Yuan Chun was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

"Junior sister."

Seeing Ming Xue staring at Yuan Chun, Ming Lin raised his voice and said again: "Junior sister, be sure to avoid Meng Lang when you go out!"

"Junior sister knows that she was wrong."

Mingxue lowered her head, her chest rising and falling violently.

Ming Lin wanted to scold a few words, but saw Ming Xue's appearance and stopped talking.

Everyone knows how dangerous the sword in the cocoon can be. Even if they are the best of their generation in the Jiantongue Sect, there is a high probability that they will die.

The Sword Tongue Sect has weakened to a small sect, and the requirements of the Tianjian Sect are not high.

Therefore, there are only sixty-one people participating in the Sword Club in the Cocoon, fifty in the weak crown stage, ten in the elixir formation stage, plus one in the Nascent Soul stage.

As a result, within a short period of time, seven people fell into madness, including the Nascent Soul stager.

It was easy for ordinary disciples to fill them, but it was difficult to find vacancies at the Nascent Soul Stage. Only then did the Master of the Jiantongue Sect think of Elder Taiji who was in charge of Qingzhen.

Ming Lin placed the other brothers outside the city, and he and Ming Xue came to invite the elders.

He came into contact with Elder Taiji four hundred years ago when he first entered the profession, and he had the impression that he was taciturn. He became a little weird after his natal flying sword was broken.

"If you think about it carefully, the old Taoist priests who came to Qingzhen two or three hundred years ago were thin, with gray hair and looked unkempt."

"Old Taoist priest..."

Yuan Chun thought about it carefully and said hesitantly: "There is indeed an unknown old man who rarely interacts with others."

"Take me there immediately."

Ming Lin breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't find Elder Taiji, he wouldn't be able to explain to the Jiantongue Sect. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

With the mind of Elder Ether, would he have gone crazy after staying in a secular town with thin spiritual energy for hundreds of years?

Mingxue said softly: "Senior brother, the Jiantongue Sect sent Elder Taiji to Qingzhen, but I didn't remember until the Sword Club in the Cocoon..."

"Misfortune comes from the mouth."

"Although Elder Taiji no longer interferes with the sect's affairs, it is not something that you and I in the pill formation stage can discuss behind our backs."

Ming Lin said seriously: "When we go to Tianjianmen this time, we have to rely on the protection of Senior Taiji, otherwise we will not be able to travel thousands of miles."

"Too."

Elder Taiji's reputation in the Jiantongue Sect was average, his natal flying sword was damaged, and his talent for swordsmanship was ordinary, but the Yuanying stage was still the Yuanying stage after all.

Without the Nascent Soul stage, they would definitely not be able to reach Tianjianmen within the limited time.

Yuan Chun breathed heat into his palms.

The more he listened, the more confused he became. If the unknown old man was really an immortal, why did he still have to set up a fortune-telling stall to make a living? He wouldn't be living in poverty, right?

Yuan Chun stopped and walked, forcing himself to reach the tributary of the Green River.

as expected.

In the dilapidated pavilion next to the river bank, there is a figure wearing a raincoat, testing the fish in the water with a green bamboo fishing rod.

Mingxue frowned and looked at Minglin, who took a long time before nodding in confirmation.

Ming Lin couldn't help but be confused. The old Taoist priest in front of him looked the same as in his memory, but he gave off an aura of Xian Yun Ye He.

Could it be that sitting in Qingzhen for hundreds of years has made Elder Taiji’s state of mind clear?

"Taoist Priest! Taoist Priest!!"

Yuan Chun called out several times, but Ming Lin quickly reached out to stop him, signaling them to wait for a moment.

The old man ignored what was going on outside the window and was still immersed in fishing. Mingxue looked carefully and saw that there was no fishing rod or even bait.

However, the swimming fish seemed to be attracted by something and gathered near the river bank one after another.

Mingxue secretly cursed: "He is indeed a weirdo."

For more than half an hour, the old man didn't make any move. Ming Lin and the two had spiritual power to protect their bodies, but they were fine. Yuan Chun was shivering.

"It's done!"

The old Taoist took back his fishing rod and stroked the bamboo shaft with a smile, but Ming and Lin never saw any fish bite the hook.

Immediately, before the two of them could react, the old man had already appeared within half a meter.

"Yuan Tou, you are wearing thin clothes on a snowy day. Do you think your life is too tough?"

Li Mo patted Yuan Chun on the shoulder. The latter only felt that the inside and outside were enveloped by the warm sun, the chill disappeared, and heat rose from the top of his head.

"Taoist master, it turns out you are an immortal. No wonder, no wonder..."

Li Mo chuckled and ignored Ming and Lin at all. He was still looking at the fishing rod. Only he could detect the mystery.

During the two or three hundred years in Qingzhen, he focused on the magic weapon of warmth and nourishment.

After all, the cultivation level of the Four Yuan Yings is already beyond improvement, and superior foundation spiritual objects are difficult to find, so they can only start from the Tianjian Sect.

Li Mo is not without gains.

The giant cancer has sixty-two spiritual patterns; the mountain of corpses has fifty-three spiritual patterns; the white-bone treasure body has forty spiritual patterns; and the spiritual root worm has eighty-nine spiritual patterns.

The power of the other magic weapons has not been significantly improved, only the Spirit Root Worm has been reborn.

All the 400,000 residents in the small world of Corpse Mountain have parasitic phantom roots, and the Hidden Path Palace covers the entire Niwan Palace, making the illusion so real that it cannot be detected by the naked eye.

What surprised Li Mo the most was that as the spiritual root worm got closer to the high-grade magic weapon, it could actually form a real illusion in the outside world.

It just needs to be attached to the phantom root.

Upon seeing this, Li Mo had been trying to integrate the phantom root into the magic weapon. It happened that the catalog of the magic weapon bred by the magic weapon refining power was not satisfactory, so he simply created the phantom root magic weapon on his own. He just made progress last year.

The high-grade magic weapon embryo in his hand, the [Fantasy Fish Sword] shaped like a fishing rod, is the result.

The Phantom Fish Sword can use illusions to imitate the characteristics of the flying sword, allowing the Universal Sword Intent to exert 20% of the power of [Fake Buddha].

After completing the Hundred Refinements, the Phantom Fish Sword will have increased by 30%, so there shouldn't be much of a problem.

Spirit root worm, true falsehood.

Of course, Li Mo Fishing is not only testing the Phantom Fish Sword, but also using the Universal Sword Intent to convert the fish in the river on a small scale.

I have to say that fish is perfect for practicing Universal Sword Intent.

Li Mo had just completed his conversion, but Yu Xian's memory lasted for seven seconds before he was forgotten.

As long as the Universal Illuminating Sword Intent is used in an appropriate amount and does not change the body structure of the fish, but only affects the spiritual intelligence, it can be converted endlessly.

Ming Lin asked cautiously: "Elder Taiji, there are still thirteen years before the Sword Society in the Cocoon. What does the leader mean..."

"I understand, let's go."

"ah?"

Ming and Lin didn't expect that Li Mo agreed so simply.

"Ah what, lead the way."

Li Mo was devoted to fishing, but he remembered about the Sword Club in the Cocoon not long ago. The quota to participate was almost occupied by an unlucky guy. Fortunately, the Sword Tongue Sect was full of young men from the Wu Sheng Sect.

He turned to Yuan Chun and said: "Yuan Tou, I will leave Qingzhen from now on. You must put away the broken fishing rod I gave you a few days ago."

"Taoist Master, you..."

Li Mo laughed freely and freely, wearing coir raincoats and fishing gear, but he didn't look like an immortal at all.

"Leaning on the sword and singing a cup of wine, we enter Xianzhou from the north of Qingzhen.