Immortality begins with contemplation

The so-called curfew is only used to restrict ordinary people through laws. As for Yongxin City and even one of the biggest local gangsters in the Daqian Dynasty, Zhenbei King Hu Yong'an, he is not bound by the law.

Knowing the law and breaking it? Impossible, he is the spokesperson of the law!

Sixteen large red python lanterns were hung outside the palace gate, with six watchtowers on each side. Inside each watchtower, at least sixteen people were arranged in all directions, with eagle eyes scanning the goings-on inside and outside the palace.

Two rows of elite soldiers were guarding the door, descending along the bluestone and white jade steps, spread out in an orderly manner. The left hand was behind the body, resting lightly on the handle of the knife. The right hand was bluffing, holding a two-foot long spear. The red tassel was tasseled on the mantle. Swaying gently in the wind, exuding bursts of murderous aura.

Under the guidance of Manager Wang, Chu Mian slowly stepped onto the steps. After entering the mansion, Chu Mian was even more surprised. She looked around, pointed to the distant mountain top hidden in the darkness, and asked: "That mountain also belongs to the palace?"

He clearly remembered that before leaving Yongxin City three years ago, the Zhenbei Palace was not so big. How could it have changed so much in just a few years?

This guy is really good at playing!

"Of course."

After returning to his own territory, and with the presence of immortals in the mansion at this time, Mr. Wang finally became more assertive, and his tone of voice was no longer so humble, but revealed a bit of reserve.

"The prince should be seeking enlightenment from the immortals of the Haoran Sect at the moment. Will my old servant take you to see the prince now?"

Although these words were in a discussion tone, Chu Mian knew that she had no room for objection. After being at odds with Manager Wang for so long, if she didn't show off her skills after entering the palace... I really thought that the Zhenbei Palace was a vegetable market. Come to think of it, Just come and leave when you want?

"Yes."

Chu Mian nodded in agreement, and then under the guidance of Manager Wang, the group walked again for more than half an hour...

"How long do we have to go?!"

This is too much!

Hearing this, Manager Wang pointed forward, smiled and nodded: "Walking through the nine-curved corridor, bypassing the rockery in the garden, and walking to Xunyou Building by the lake, we arrived. The two immortals of the Haoran Sect then arrived. It’s where I live.”

So, almost half an hour later, Chu Mian arrived at the lake and finally saw... the contiguous building complex on the other side of the lake.

You still have to walk half a circle around the lake?!

When he arrived at Xunyou Tower and saw King Zhenbei who was chatting happily with Liu Wenjin, Chu Mian's face had completely darkened.

"Hahaha! I am really happy that the Immortal has come to visit me! It is my fault that I didn't come far to welcome you. I hope the Immortal will forgive me!"

"The prince has many things to do every day. He is just a casual cultivator in the mountains and fields. How dare you blame him."

Chu Mianpi returned the gift with a smile. You could say he was polite, but his gestures in returning the gift were not standard at all. You could say he didn't understand etiquette, but he returned the gift again. No matter what he said or did, he always gave people the gift.

It’s a very bad feeling, but you still can’t find anything wrong with it!

As for casual cultivation in the mountains, the path is a bit wild, which is also a very reasonable thing.

Hu Yongan seemed not to understand. He laughed and waved his hands, and said boldly: "You still don't know the name of the Immortal Elder?"

"Lin Xu."

This was a pseudonym he had thought of long ago, and it didn't take any effort to say it at this time. As soon as these two words were spoken, a cluster of flames suddenly lit up in the palm of his right hand, and everyone's eyes fell on him instantly.

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As time goes by, that cluster of flames seems to be encouraged and grows vigorously with firm courage.

"Boom!"

A small fireball as big as a palm suddenly formed, emitting fiery energy. The violent fire-attribute aura seemed to burn down the entire hall!

"Chi..."

A fart-like laughter came from the room, which was particularly obvious in the quiet living room.

But Huang Shan'er covered her mouth and chuckled, with an unspeakable mocking tone, "What, it's just a simple fire control technique. Any immortal cultivator with the fire spirit root can control it by himself when he steps into the Qi Entraining Realm.

..."

I thought there was such a powerful immortal cultivator coming, but there was an annoying aura in everything he said and did. In the end, it was just a big thunder and a small rain.

What the hell!

Liu Wenjin picked up the teacup, put it to her plump lips and took a sip. From the beginning to the end, she did not even look at the person named Lin Xu. What did he do and what abilities did he have? It had nothing to do with her.

Relationship.

He is just an ignorant wild cultivator who got lucky and cannot make any waves.

She thought so, but Hu Yongan didn't think so. After hearing Huang Shan'er's comments, his face suddenly became a little uneasy, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Although it was true that something was wrong, but a cultivator of the first level of Qi-entraining realm

, it’s barely usable. No matter how small a mosquito is, it’s still meat, isn’t it?

Just as he was about to speak to relieve the embarrassment, Chu Mian suddenly shouted, and the ball of fire suddenly twisted and deformed. The next moment, it turned into an exquisite phoenix bird covered with waves of fire, stirring up waves of heat and fluttering its wings into the sky.

Flying around!

Immediately, one turned into two, two gave birth to four, four turned into eight... A total of thirty-two phoenix birds spread their wings and soared, and finally merged into one, lighting up the faces of everyone in the hall.

Liu Wenjin raised her head suddenly and watched the phoenix slowly drifting away. After being speechless, she turned her eyes to Chu Mian for the first time.

"Lin Xu?"

Her voice still sounds good, but she can't hide the tiredness in her tone, and it's obvious that the previous injury has not healed yet.

"The ability to control fire with your hands is pretty good. I just don't know where you got the inheritance from?"

Regardless of the fact that they just met, he asked such a soul-piercing question. Neither Chu Mian nor the "Lin Xu" he played would be used to this bad habit.

"Who are you?"

"Disciple of Haoran Sect, Liu Wenjin."

"Oh, it turns out he is an immortal from the Haoran Sect..."

Chu Mian looked like he suddenly realized it, and then he imitated Huang Shan'er's previous tone, sneered, and raised his eyebrows: "Whether it was picked up or stolen, whether it was a coincidence or a trick, what does it have to do with you?"

This is a confrontational confrontation, without giving the other party any face, just like a stupid young man who is not in harmony with the world.

"What are you talking about! Do you know who Wen Jin's father is?"

Chu Mian looked at the furious Huang Shan'er in shock, blinked, and said hesitantly: "You have to ask her mother about this... It has nothing to do with me anyway!"

Everyone's eyes widened, and they didn't know how to respond to this shameless words.

You're just a wild cultivator, you really don't know the heights of the world, how dare you fight against people from the Haoran Sect?!

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more uncomfortable, Hu Yongan quickly stopped between the two parties, kept pressing his arms down, and said with a bitter smile: "You immortals, you immortals! Please listen to what I say, we all belong to the world of cultivating immortals, although there are

There is no need to be so tense among the scattered cultivators of the sect. Why don’t I, the king, be the host and invite you all to have a few drinks..."

"No need."

Liu Wenjin interrupted him lightly, "I'm a little tired, please step back."

Retreat, retreat?!

Chu Mian...oh no, Lin Xu could swear that if Hu Yongan hadn't begged him repeatedly, he would have had to fuck this bitch!

His personality at this time does not allow him to retreat before being severely beaten!