The fairy father

‘There is movement again in Cloud No. 2, and the person on the cloud has fallen towards my path. ’

Li Ping'an glanced at the glass mirror in his palm, his thoughts turned rapidly, and he quickly made up his mind.

He was still running forward over the forest, spreading his spiritual consciousness in all directions.

After walking like this for a moment, Li Ping'an suddenly stopped, fell into the crown of a big tree, and looked forward with a frown.

There was a young woman lying on her side on the grass. Her face was pale and her breath was dying. She looked like she was seriously injured. She looked charming and enchanting just from her back.

Li Ping'an jumped directly to the tree.

Just when the three Wan Yun Sect immortals in the sky thought that Li Pingan was going to heroically save the beauty, Li Pingan held his hands far away from the woman and sighed:

"The master's secret order is with you, so it won't cause too many troubles. I hope you can survive the current disaster smoothly."

——This is for the Immortal on the Clouds to listen to.

After saying that, Li Ping'an pinched a spell in his hand, turned into a cloud of mist and crawled into the grass. He used Earth Escape to go around for several miles to the west and continued southward.

Above the white clouds, Elder Yan Sheng nodded with a smile, while Wei Yanzi looked complicated.

In another white cloud, Xiao Yue, the true immortal of Wanyun Sect and the elder of the outer sect, let out a soft snort from the tip of her nose, and her eyes were a little more playful.

Xiao Yue made a special trip to Donghaifang Town before. Among her many named disciples, she selected the three female cultivators with the best appearance and qualifications and brought them here to give Li Ping'an a leg up.

——Her registered disciples are usually in the town under the name of Wanyun Sect. They are similar to handyman disciples and have not been included in the roster of Wanyun Sect disciples.

Seeing that Li Pingan turned a blind eye to such an opportunity for a hero to save a beauty, Xiao Yue also looked at Li Pingan high.

After failing at the first level, Xiao Yue was not in a hurry;

There were two more levels to come, and she wanted to see how Li Ping'an dealt with them.

Li Ping'an could not travel more than a hundred miles south, passed two big cities, and came to a deserted forest again.

He was rushing through the forest when layers of mist suddenly appeared in front of him. There was a gurgling stream in the mist, and there seemed to be a flash of precious light.

Picking up treasure on the road?

Li Pingan almost laughed out loud.

This is the mundane world in the hinterland of Dongzhou. Due to the turbidity of the mundane world and the mixture of spiritual energy, few sect Qi refiners have settled here, so it has become a "treasure hunting place" for the "lower-level" casual cultivators of Dongzhou.

The probability of picking up treasures in this kind of world is lower than meeting the fairy and her second uncle taking a bath.

Li Ping'an did not stop and detoured for more than ten miles to the east, avoiding the area covered by thick fog.

When he appeared again, he still stood on the treetop and looked back, sighing:

"It's really a pity. I have orders from my master and I can't take any risks. This treasure is not destined for me."

Then continue southbound.

On the white clouds, Wei Yanzi had already noticed that something was wrong, and Elder Yan Sheng's smile became more and more kind.

On another white cloud, Elder Xiao Yue's thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Is this kid so alert?

He was just doing a little repair work and building a foundation, and it was his first time going down the mountain. How could he be so mature?

Xiao Yue, who realized that her layout was too shallow, just wanted to call back the third female cultivator directly, but when her immortal consciousness swept over, she saw that Li Ping'an was no more than ten miles away from the third female cultivator.

But this time, looking at Li Pingan's trajectory, it seems that he has not avoided it anymore.

…

‘Is this part of the trial within the gate? Or is it an arrangement made by the group of immortals inside the door who dislike my Lao Li? ’

Li Ping'an thought to himself.

Reason told him that someone probably wanted to prevent him from completing the outer sect trial, so as to bring shame on his father.

——Due to the existence of the founder Kong Ming Taoist, the few old immortals in the sect who competed with their father for the position of head can probably only do so much.

But after experiencing the previous two levels of ‘hero saving beauty’ and ‘picking up treasure on the road’, Li Ping’an was really a little unsure.

If those people really made the arrangement, wouldn't it be a little too rough?

In the wilderness, which female cultivator who was seriously injured would deliberately wear a tight-fitting gauze skirt with no protective effect, and deliberately concave the curve of her back just right?

The treasure-picking place is even more outrageous. Why is there ordinary thick fog covering it outside the treasure light? Why is there no spiritual energy attached to these thick fogs?

In short, there are flaws everywhere.

Li Ping'an complained a few words in his heart and continued to carefully explore the road ahead, and soon discovered the location of the third level.

Yes, the distance between the three ‘levels’ is the same!

What he saw with his spiritual consciousness was that on the edge of the woods more than ten miles away, there was an old woman standing under a crooked-necked tree with a sad expression on her face. She threw a cloth belt at the branch of the tree, as if she was seeking suicide.

This old woman...

Li Ping'an raised his sword fingers in his right hand and crossed them from left to right, his eyes flashing with green wood.

A leaf blinds the eyes and makes the eyes happy, and the ghosts cannot be seen in all directions!

Where is the old woman? She is clearly a young woman with two hair buns on her head who is pretending to be old through transformation. Her strength is probably at the seventh to eighth level of Ningguang.

If a Ningguang Realm monk can hang himself, Li Ping'an is willing to ask Deacon Wei Yanzi to take her surname.

This person is at the seventh level of Ningguang. He also uses Wan Yun Sect's skills, and also has rare transformation methods... Is he a disciple of the sect? Which disciple is he from?

Li Ping'an was just about to say 'sorry' and leave when he suddenly heard the old woman cry out sadly:

"I'm dead! My eldest son has entered the Wanyun Sect to cultivate immortality, and the second and third sons are not filial sons! I really can't live anymore!"

Good guy, are you starting to trick him?

——It would be okay if the old woman didn't mention Wan Yun Sect. If she mentioned Wan Yun Sect, if he dodges, it would be easy for someone to catch her.

Not to mention, Li Ping'an already knew that there were at least two immortals from the Wanyun Sect above him.

Li Ping'an set off again and headed straight for the old woman, deliberately letting out a breath halfway so that the other party could capture his whereabouts.

Realizing that Li Ping'an was approaching quickly, the female cultivator disguised as an old woman moved much more quickly. She hung up the cloth belt in a few seconds, tied it in a tight knot, and stepped on half of the tree stump.

She was very familiar with the process of hanging herself.

When Li Ping'an appeared on the treetops in the north, the old woman had already hung her neck on the cloth belt and only needed to kick her legs one last time.

Li Ping'an suddenly spoke, his voice clear and unhurried: "Why did the elder commit suicide?"

The old woman was visibly startled, and turned to look into the forest. When she saw a young male cultivator standing on the treetops with his hands clasped behind his back, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

She asked in a trembling voice: "Are you an immortal?"

The acting is pretty good.

With a slight smile, Li Ping'an asked again: "I just heard that you said that your eldest son entered the Wanyun Sect to practice. Is this true?"

The old woman grabbed the cloth belt and lamented: "So what, my great son has gone to practice immortality and has a good future of his own. He doesn't care about me, and I don't blame him!"

"This is no coincidence."

Li Pingan smiled and said:

"I am a quasi-outer disciple of Wanyun Sect. I cannot ignore such things."

"ah?"

The old woman turned to look at Li Ping'an and said in a trembling voice:

"Do you know my big boy?"

Li Ping'an immediately shook his head: "Sorry, I haven't officially entered the outer sect to practice, and I only know one or two friends. I can't tell how many disciples there are in the Wanyun Sect... However, since you are a disciple of my Wanyun Sect, Your biological mother, I should do something for you."

"Oh! Immortal, you really don't have to worry about me! This old bone of mine is annoying and annoying wherever I go. It's really not much fun to live! Just say goodbye here today...don't live it!"

The old woman was a little excited and put her neck through the cloth belt again, ready to push away the tree stump.

'It's strange, why didn't he stop him? ’

The young female cultivator disguised as an old woman muttered to herself and couldn't help but look at the treetops with her peripheral vision.

Li Pingan stood quietly with his hands behind his back.

The sun was shining, and his face, which was covered with a thin mask, always had a warm smile.

this?

The old woman closed her eyes and shed tears, while Li Pingan stood there with a smile.

The old woman let out a long sigh, but Li Ping'an remained unmoved.

The young woman who was pretending to be an old woman made a hard move, pouting her feet, causing the wooden stake to tilt to the side, and the cloth belt tightened immediately.

Li Pingan finally took action.

He fell from the treetops, stood on the pale forest path, bowed to the old woman and said loudly:

"Since your eldest son and I are fellow Taoists from the same sect, I should collect your bones and dispose of the body for you to maintain the friendship of the same sect."

The old woman's eyes widened and she began to kick her legs in the air.

Li Ping'an let out a slow sigh: "My father often said, give up helping others, respect other people's wishes, and don't impose your own ideas on others. Although I can't bear to see this elder die, I should respect his choice. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Alas, life and death are like ephemera in the world!"

The old woman had rolled her eyes and her kicking began to slow down.

Li Ping'an moved his right hand in slow motion, and there was a bookcase in front of him, with melons and fruits, an incense burner, and a peach wood sword on it;

Then there was another slow motion with his left hand, and there was a big rusty alchemy furnace in front of him.

Li Ping'an muttered: "Let's cremate this elder later and take the ashes to his eldest son inside the door. Although this alchemy furnace is valuable, the Mingdong True Fire Restriction on it can only be used for three or four times. This will save the elder from being left naked after his death, and save me the embarrassment of cleaning up the elder’s body, um... open the furnace!"

Snapped!

The old woman's cloth belt suddenly broke and she fell to the ground in a panic, staring at Li Ping'an with tears in her eyes.

Li Ping'an hurriedly took half a step forward and asked from afar: "Are you okay? I have a good rope here, do you want to help you hang it up?"

"No, no need! Cough! Cough! I suddenly thought of my grandchildren...cough, cough!"

The old woman's old face turned red, she got up and ran along the path towards the distant village.

Li Ping'an hurriedly shouted: "Elder! I'm ready!"

"No, no! I've thought about it! I've thought about it!"

The old woman's back became more vigorous as she ran.

Li Pingan shook his head with a smile, put away the bookcase and the alchemy furnace, and expressed regret again, muttering: "I missed a good opportunity to help my fellow disciples, let's hurry up."

After saying that, Li Pingan jumped to the treetop and stepped on a floating leaf with his toes;

He used leaves as a boat and crossed south alone.

…

At this moment, the atmosphere on the two white clouds was completely different.

On one side, Wei Yanzi was laughing and overjoyed, and Elder Yan Sheng was smiling and puffing on his cigarette;

On the other side, Xiao Yue's charming face was as gloomy as water. The three young female cultivators whom she recalled knelt down behind her, not daring to breathe.

Especially the petite young female cultivator with a bun on her head, who was sobbing constantly at this moment.

"Master, Master! He almost burned his disciples!"

"Shut up! What a cry!"

Xiao Yue snorted:

"He has long seen through your ineffective transformation technique, and he just wanted to scare you!"

"Then Master, what should we do next?"

"This Li Ping'an, if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined."

Xiao Yue said calmly:

"I originally wanted to see which of you would be lucky enough to seize the opportunity to find a Taoist companion with a profound background, and let you enter the mountain gate to practice.

"If that's the case, let Li Ping'an suffer a little first.

"Ling'er?"

The ball-headed female cultivator took half a step forward and said, "Master, please give me your orders."

"The outer sect qigong master Chen Gongmin he was looking for was arranged by me to go to the spiritual mine three hundred miles away yesterday.

"I will send you to Chen Gongmin's Taoist temple, and you will pretend to be Chen Gongmin's disciple. You must lead him to the spiritual mine. I have set up a maze near the spiritual mine to trap him for a hundred days, making it impossible for him to survive. Outer Gate Trial.

"In this way, being a teacher also counts as giving an explanation to the elders in the sect."

Xiao Yuefeng glanced:

"If you can't do such a small thing well, you don't have to do anything for me anymore."

"Ling'er understands!"

Then, Xiao Yue rode the clouds forward, but this time she no longer passed directly over Li Ping'an's head, but circled a hundred miles eastward.

She has put away her contempt for a certain Ningguang Xiaoxiu.