Painting of the Nine Immortals

The morning sun rose, and the land shined.

Above the peak of the ten thousand feet, Lingxian bathed in the morning glow, with a smile on her mouth, as if drunk.

Because, this is the dawn of the native land.

"Finally back." Ling Xian smiled slightly. He had left Yongxian for a long time. Why not come back at this moment?

At the moment, he identified his position and found himself in Luoyang Realm of Yongxian Star.

Sansheng Pavilion is located just north of Luoyang.

"I just went to Sansheng Pavilion. If the owner knew that I had awakened and buried Sansheng, I would probably be ecstatic." Ling Xian smiled and flew towards Sansheng Pavilion.

Two days later, he landed in front of the Sanshengge Mountain Gate and broke the ban with the token of the Lord of the Yinge.

"For a long time, I don't know if the owner of the cabinet is okay." Ling Xian muttered to himself, stepped into Sansheng Pavilion, and went straight to the Lingfeng where Jiuchen was.

Along the way, he met many people, and the moment he saw him, he was stunned.

Ordinary disciples do not know the identity of the Lord of Lingxian Yinge, but they have no less respect for him than the owner.

This is because Ling Xian once practiced Dan and Bao in the Sansheng Pavilion, and distributed the refined treasure to everyone in the Sansheng Pavilion.

Those two rains, the people of Sansheng Pavilion will never forget.

Therefore, everyone who saw Lingxian fell into sluggishness, and then Sanshengge became lively.

Everyone rushed to tell each other, and within a short time, the Sansheng Pavilion knew the news of his return.

Xiang Jiuchen also received a message from an elder. After that, he saw Ling Xian falling in front of himself.

"Grandmaster, don't come here."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, seeing that Xiang Jiuchen was no different from him when he left, he was still so charming and old-fashioned.

It made him feel at ease and happy.

"Haha, I just received a message from an elder and thought he was dreaming. I didn't expect that you really came back." Laughing at Jiuchen, it is difficult to hide the joy.

"Not only came back, but also brought a gift to the Sansheng Pavilion." Ling Xian smiled with a smile. The Sansheng layman has a heritage, which can only be obtained by awakening the sky and burying the Sansheng.

For thousands of years, Sanshengge people have been looking forward to getting it, but unfortunately, no one can awake Tianyan to bury Sansheng.

Now that he is awakened, he can naturally inherit and fulfill his wish to Jiuchen.

"What a gift?" Jiuchen was interested.

"Please ask the elder to send a message to the elder, and I will talk when he comes." Ling Xian chuckled.

"Okay." He smiled and nodded to Jiuchen and summoned the elders of Sanshengge.

After a while, an old man with a fairy-tale bones fell down, with gray hair and full of oldness.

It is the elder of Sansheng Pavilion.

His blood and blood were declining, and his spirit was dispirited, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Obviously, he has run out of money.

"I didn't expect to see you before I died." The elder looked at Ling Xian with a smile, rejoicing.

"Not only can you see me, but you can get what you want." Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Elder, what do you think this is?"

After finishing speaking, his eyebrows showed a pattern, and the mysterious figure condensed, dazzling with chaos and flowing bright light.

This made the elders pause, as did Xiang Jiuchen.

They haven't seen the Tianyan burial for three lives, but the ancient book clearly records the appearance of this eye, whether it is a pattern or a figure, it is exactly the same as the record.

"This ... this is the third life of Tianyan!"

The elder exclaimed exasperatedly, looking at Ling Xian's eyes with excitement and unhappiness.

The same is true of Xiang Jiuchen.

Facing the excited eyes of the two, Ling Xian nodded with a smile, indicating that he really awakened Tianyan to be buried for three lives.

"Hahaha, the sky has eyes, the sky has eyes!"

Xiang Jiuchen also wept with joy.

It is the wish of everyone in the Sansheng Pavilion to obtain the inheritance of the Sanshengjushi. At the moment, Ling Xian awakens the heavenly burial of the Sansheng, how can they not excite them?

Pass it out, everyone in Sansheng Pavilion will be ecstatic!

"The two are satisfied with this gift." Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"Satisfied, too satisfied."

The elder cried and laughed, and said, "I can see three eyes buried for three lives before I die. This life has no regrets."

"Lingxian, I did not read you wrong." Laughed at Jiuchen, ecstatic.

"This is only the first gift." Ling Xian chuckled. He originally intended to satisfy the elder's wishes, but seeing that the elder had a long life, he wanted to extend his life for this person.

"No other gift is needed. With this gift, I am satisfied." The elder laughed with tears in his eyes, and it was difficult to calm the excitement.

"What about Yanshou?"

Ling Xian smiled slightly. He is the master of Dan Dao, and also has Laoquan. Even if the elder has become resistant to things that extend life, he can live another 500 years.

"Yanshou?" The elder stunned, there is a possibility of living, no one wants to die, it is just an ordinary thing that extends life and is useless to him.

"Good." Lingxian waved his sleeve, two drops of Bu Laoquan emerged.

Suddenly, a strong breath of life permeated, and the spirit of the elder was refreshed, and his gaze toward Bu Laoquan was fiery.

Then he turned his eyes to Ling Xian and sighed, "It's too expensive, you keep it, don't waste it on me, a dying man."

"Because it is dying, it is not waste."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Take it away. For me, a drop of Laoquan is nothing."

"This ..." The elder hesitated.

"Don't hesitate. If you fall, it will be a big loss for Sansheng Pavilion."

Ling Xian chuckled, and handed a drop of Bu Lao Quan to Xiang Jiuchen, and said, "You also hold it, and take it when Shou Yuan is near."

"Haha, okay." Xiang Jiuchen laughed, without pretending.

Then he turned his eyes to the elder and said, "Lingxian is the head of the Hidden Pavilion, and he is a family. It is not necessary to be polite."

"Then I accept it, too." The elder no longer hesitated, swallowing Bu Laoquan in his stomach.

Suddenly, his energy was a bit better. After refining Bu Laoquan, he was as young as five hundred years old.

Seeing this, Ling Xian's smile was a little bit rich. Fortunately, he returned in time, otherwise, the elder would die with regret.

"The most correct decision I made in this life was to make you the master of the Hidden Pavilion." The elder smiled and looked at Ling Xian, besides joy, he was grateful.

Lingxian not only allows him to get what he wants, but also allows him to live another five hundred years. Would n’t it be appreciated?

"Let's go and get the ancestor's heritage." Xiang Jiuchen couldn't wait.

"Wait a minute, I will rain two more times." Ling Xian smiled lightly. In the past years, he rained two rains, a panacea and a magic weapon.

Today, he wants to rain two more times.

"Huh?" Xiang Jiuchen stunned slightly, thinking of the two big rains and smiling: "Blessed are the disciples of Sanshengge."

"Not valuable."

Ling Xian smiled. He had a lot of magic in his storage bag. It wasn't expensive, and it didn't make any sense to him except to occupy space.

Therefore, he wanted to give it to the disciples of Sanshengge. After all, he was the master of the Hidden Pavilion and was inseparable from Sanshengge.

At the moment, he waved his sleeves, and the elixir below Sanpin emerged, countless, exuding strange fragrance.

The next instant, Ling Dan flew in all directions, leaving everyone in Sanshengge sluggish.