The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

The person who came was none other than Weng Jiu.

Su Yi was not surprised. After entering Jiuding City, he realized that the Daxia soldiers scattered in the city had already figured out his identity.

It would be strange if Weng Jiu didn't come to see him.

"Fellow Taoist, my master has already sent people to clean up the Qingyun courtyard and is waiting for you to come."

Weng Jiuxiao said, "In addition, after you have settled down, my master will personally come to visit fellow Taoist."

He seemed very happy.

"Qingyun Courtyard?"

Su Yi couldn't help but feel a hint of memory and said, "Let's go."

Immediately, the group boarded the bronze chariot and headed to the Qingyun courtyard located on the bank of Jinlin Lake in Qinglongfang with Weng Jiu.

The spring is just right, the warm breeze is blowing, and there are green willows and new flowers.

Qingyun Courtyard has a completely new look.

Su Yi still remembered that when he first left, it was freezing cold, the frost killed all the grass, the grass and trees in the courtyard were withered, and it was a lonely and desolate scene.

Now when I come back, I can see lush flowers and trees, lush forests and bamboos, gurgling ponds and streams like jade belts, and spring everywhere.

However, after just looking at the courtyard for a moment, Su Yi's nose twitched slightly and said, "Has anyone lived here before?"

Weng Jiu couldn't help being surprised and said: "How did fellow Taoist find out?"

Su Yi smiled and said, "I just happened to smell a different scent."

"I see."

Weng Jiu thought for a while and said: "To be honest, a few days ago, His Highness Qingyuan's mother and her party lived here temporarily. However, they had already moved away two days ago. .”

After a pause, he continued: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, everything in Qingyun Courtyard has been replaced."

Su Yi didn't care about this. He said with great interest: "Can you tell me about Xia Qingyuan's mother?"

Weng Jiu hesitated for a moment and then said: "Fellow Taoist, I don't dare to discuss this matter arbitrarily. I can only say that His Highness Qingyuan's mother was once the Lord's favorite woman, but many years ago, she I left Daxia. As for other things... If you are really interested, fellow Taoist, it would be best to ask my master."

Su Yi smiled and said, "That's fine."

After everything was settled, Weng Jiu left in a hurry.

Su Yi took out a wicker chair and lay lazily by the pond in the courtyard.

The water in the pond is gleaming, the lotus leaves are floating, and groups of spirit carp swim around, jumping out of the water from time to time, causing ripples in circles.

"We haven't seen them for several months, but these fish are starving and losing weight."

Su Yi took some moonfish as bait and threw them into the pond, which immediately attracted swarms of spirit carp to fight for it.

"Brother Su, I plan to take Master and Qingya for a walk in the city, but what about you?"

When Wen Xinzhao arrived, she smiled and spoke.

The girl has bright eyes, a pretty face, and a simple and beautiful temperament.

"You go ahead."

Su Yi said with little interest.

He has never been interested in shopping, but occasionally he gets interested and goes for a walk in the noisy world.

"Oh, let's go then."

Wen Xinzhao waved his hand.

Soon, he went out with Master Hanyan and Qingya.

Time passes by.

The shadows of the flowers and trees in the courtyard gradually shift, and light and shadow intersect.

Su Yi was lying on the wicker chair, seemingly asleep, but in fact he was condensing the power of the great power in the spiritual palace within his body.

On the way to Daxia, he has been smelting the three exquisite Taoist charms of Five Elements, Wind and Thunder, and Yin and Yang.

Up to now, the three kinds of exquisite Taoist charms have been initially integrated, gradually revealing a completely different charm.

That is the breath that belongs to the Taoist meaning of "Yuanshi". Its quality is as dim as chaos, and its rhyme is as thick as the mother energy of all things!

"The completion of the spiritual palace is like the mother furnace of the human body, containing the great avenue and refining the original source. This is the 'greatness' of the spiritual path monks, and it is also the beginning of the spiritual path."

"When I truly condense the three exquisite Taoist charms into the original Taoist meaning and possess the power of the Tao, then I can truly call it the 'Spiritual Tao'."

"According to this approach, within seven days, I will be able to truly condense the Taoist intention of Yuanshi. By then, my strength will be greatly improved."

"However, the tempering of Yuanshi's Taoism requires hard work..."

Su Yi thought silently.

On the road to Yuan Dao, what is cultivated is Dao Yun.

And the road to the spiritual path, the meaning of cultivation!

The polishing and tempering of Taoism is also divided into four stages: subtlety, small success, great success, and perfection.

The stronger the power of Taoism that one masters, the easier it will be to sense the power of heaven and earth during battle, and to control one's own Taoism, and the more terrifying its power will be.

Dusk is coming.

The sunset is magnificent and splendid. The so-called dusk means that at the alternation of day and night, there is a mixture of clear and turbid scenery.

The appearance of Yuanshi Taoism has a similar charm.

Suddenly, a figure passed over the wall and came into the courtyard.

This is a middle-aged man in yellow robe, with a face as gentle as jade and holding a jade fan in his hand.

He was obviously an uninvited character, but he seemed to be in his own courtyard, calm and leisurely.

The middle-aged man in yellow robe glanced around, landed on Su Yi who was sitting in a wicker chair on one side of the pond, and said, "Little guy, are you the only one here?"

Su Yi said absently: "There is another demon."

"Demon?"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe was surprised, "Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

Su Yi said: "Aren't you a demon?"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe had slightly condensed pupils and said with a smile: "I didn't realize it, but you little guy has sharp eyesight! I heard that Emperor Xia has an honored guest who wants to live in this Qingyun Courtyard. Could it be... it's you? ?”

Su Yiwu sat lazily on the wicker chair, without even raising his eyelids, and said slowly: "Don't talk nonsense, just tell me why you are here."

The middle-aged man in yellow robe frowned and couldn't help but look at Su Yi again.

Under dusk, the young man was lying on a wicker chair, seemingly closing his eyes to meditate, adding a touch of mystery.

After thinking for a while, the middle-aged man in yellow robe said: "I have nothing else to do here. I just want to see what Emperor Xia's distinguished guest looks like, what his cultivation level and origin are."

"Really? I thought the enemy came to kill me."

Su Yi stretched his waist in the wicker chair, stood up loosely, and said casually, "In this case, I won't embarrass you. I will leave an arm and you can leave alive."

The middle-aged man in yellow robe was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Immediately, he laughed dumbly, clapped the jade fan in his hand, his eyes glowed with a strange purple flame, and said: "Then... I'm afraid it depends on whether you have the strength."

As soon as the voice sounded, each word carried a strange rhythm, like the whisper of a ghostly ghost, resounding in the twilight courtyard.

The nearby flowers and trees trembled violently.

Groups of spirit carp swimming in the pond were all frozen in the water, motionless.

The surging airflow in the void seemed to stop at this moment.

A strange still and depressing atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.

"Look, you can't move now. Your soul has been lost and your mood has been taken away. In my eyes, you are no different from a little lamb left to be slaughtered."

At the same time, the middle-aged man in yellow robe smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you. I'm just here to punish you because your attitude was too bad before."

As he spoke, he raised his chin and said with a playful look in his eyes: "Come, kneel down to Grandpa first, kowtow three times and listen."

Su Yi, who had been standing quietly on the side of the wicker chair, finally couldn't hold back and laughed.

The middle-aged man in yellow robe was startled, and then his pupils shrank, as if he was greatly frightened, and he said in a voiceless voice: "You...when did you wake up?"

Su Yi said: "Although the Purple Moon Fox Clan's 'Soul Captivating Spiritual Words' technique is excellent, you don't seem to have mastered it, so I have been awake before."

The middle-aged man in yellow robe: "..."

His body stiffened and his expression completely changed.

It should be noted that with his cultivation at the spiritual realm level, when he suddenly uses the secret technique of "soul-absorbing spirit words", he is enough to catch people in the same realm by surprise.

And when it comes to dealing with characters in the spiritual realm, he can capture them with ease and has never lost his position!

But now, he is just a young man, but he is not affected at all. How can this not surprise the middle-aged man in yellow robe?

Uh-huh!

The middle-aged figure in yellow robe flashed and flew away in the air.

Undoubtedly, he realized something was wrong and immediately planned to escape!

But the figure was still in the air, and a calm voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Why are you running around in a panic? You can also try my soul-stirring technique."

"Duh!"

A Taoist sound, just like Hong Zhong Da Lu, resounded fiercely in the soul of the middle-aged man in yellow robe.

At this moment, his soul was in severe pain, his vision turned black, his body staggered, fell from mid-air, and hit the ground with a thud.

"not good!"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe turned pale with fright, his soul was rising, and he was about to struggle.

"Come on, kneel down first. I won't let you call me grandpa. Just kowtow three times and listen."

It was an understatement, but it was like a divine voice that reached his ears, causing the middle-aged man in yellow robe to twitch and tremble all over, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Soon, his eyes were dull and empty, his expression was blank, and he knelt there and kowtowed to the ground like a zombie.

boom! boom! boom!

After kowtowing three times, the ground made a frightening muffled sound.

Su Yi, on the other hand, had already sat back in the wicker chair, looking at the middle-aged man in yellow robe indifferently, and said, "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe knelt on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he said with a dull expression: "Pu Huai."

"Who sent you?"

"Saint Pu Surong."

"who is she?"

"I am the thirteenth generation saint of the Purple Moon Fox Clan, the sister of the clan leader."

"Why did she ask you to come here?"

"This place was originally prepared by Emperor Xia for the Saint. However, Emperor Xia kicked the Saint away two days ago because of a distinguished guest. I felt uncomfortable, so I came to take a look. Emperor Xia Who is this distinguished guest in my mouth?"

When Su Yi heard this, he finally understood vaguely, "Pu Surong...is Xia Qingyuan's mother?"

The middle-aged man in yellow robe said: "Xia Qingyuan? No, the saint's daughter is called Pu Qingyuan."

Su Yi snorted, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Do you recognize Ruohuan?"

As early as when he entered Qingyun Courtyard, he smelled a faint fragrance and recognized it as the unique "body fragrance" of the Ziyue Fox Clan.

At first, he thought that the girl in yellow skirt named "Ruohuan" whom he had seen in Da Qin had appeared here.

But now it seems that it is obviously not the same thing!

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ps: I kept everyone waiting for a long time, hugs~