Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Yang Ruiyi was questioned and remained silent for a long time. She turned around in the pavilion with her hands behind her hands, as if it was difficult to speak. After being silent for a long time, Yang Xiaoer said:

"I didn't know anything about these things before. Even if you taught me that there was a chance for Hongxia in Xunshan, I didn't say anything. I acquiesced silently and arranged for him to come to Xunshan..."

"He sat in the mountain day after day without taking a single step. Now you come to find me again. What else do you want to give me?"

Yang Ruiyi felt sad after hearing her words, and said with emotion:

"You...it's inappropriate for you to blame your father because you are dissatisfied with today's situation. Choosing the Taoist lineage for him is to protect him. Every step of the way, a marriage, is for you and Xi Zhi..."

"Even at this stage, my father still made concessions for you. The position of Xushan... is not so easy to come by!"

Yang Xiaoer lowered her head with a smile and replied:

"What are you talking about? I chose the road myself. Even if I do it again, I will still go to Qingsui Peak. As for blaming my father..."

She shook her head and said:

"There is nothing to complain about. Since he has entered the underworld, Si You's death is just him wearing his old appearance, just like...just like the ancestor...achieved magical powers overnight...even if you look at it, you can't see it. figure."

When her sister mentioned the death of Si You, Yang Ruiyi was speechless. It seemed difficult to find words to refute her, or to agree with her from the bottom of her heart. But when she heard her mention Yang Tianya, Yang Ruiyi's pupils were filled with real shock, and she lowered her voice. Eyebrow said:

"Needless to say, it's a great thing that our ancestor can become the Purple Mansion and live in it. Without his and the adults' hard work, how could my father be in charge of You... How could my family have such a good opportunity?"

He held the cup, and his ordinary face had a bit of shining dignity. He looked at Yang Xiaoer and said:

"A few days ago, your Excellency came from the Netherworld, met Bai Lin, and went back soon. Immortal words Liao Liao...Kanyou was lucky enough to hear a few words, and I thought hard with her..."

This news was obviously extremely shocking. Yang Xiaoer raised her eyebrows and looked solemn:

"Is this...is this according to the rules? Why is it so early?"

Yang Ruiyi smiled bitterly and replied:

"You have to know that this person was a person who could have a good time with Cui Zhenjun back then. After the death of Wei, his rank got higher and higher. Now he can step into the palace and discuss the underworld. He really came to the world once and never took action. Who dares to say What..."

"Now Judge Jiang...has to bow down to him."

Yang Xiaoer, half worried and half happy, walked around the pavilion and asked:

"What did Tianyou say?"

Yang Ruiyi said solemnly:

"First, saving people cannot save heirs, and saving lives cannot save lives."

Yang Xiaoer was speechless for a moment, looking thoughtful, and said with a lowered eyebrow:

"Not a surprise."

Yang Ruiyi paused and continued:

"Second... it's the matter with the north. This is not the place to talk. I can only say this... Now that the situation has arisen, and my father is gone, I can't take care of him all the time... Mr. Yang won't restrain your husband, but you If your husband goes out of the mountain, the consequences will be bad, and he must bear them himself."

Yang Xiaoer suddenly raised her eyebrows and remained silent for a long time. Yang Ruiyi raised her eyes with a calm expression and said solemnly:

"Xiao'er... I only have you as my younger sister. This is the only thing my brother can do."

However, Yang Xiaoer was frightened by the concealment. She seemed to be judging the authenticity of his words and suddenly asked:

"Your Excellency is actually willing to say this to Tian You!"

Yang Ruiyi shook his head and said:

"Mingyang is Mingyang after all. The former Zhaoyuan Immortal Mansion was also connected to the Nether World, but..."

He paused and said politely:

"Wei Taizu Jianze was the king, so he didn't practice the nether world, let alone the death, everything was dealt with by the sun, so my lord had many contacts with Cui Zhenjun... They had feelings, so my father helped Ning Li, so my lord would turn a blind eye. Only by closing one eye can I say a few more words to Tianyou.”

Yang Xiaoer's last doubt was cleared, she bowed slightly and replied:

"Thank you, Masato!"

Yang Ruiyi took a breath, looked at her deeply, and her words were more pleading:

"Xiao'er, brother... Brother's fate and misfortune have been in these years. When it comes to Taoism and mental skills, I am not as good as my father. He has failed, let alone me... I have practiced Dharmakaya since I was a child. After all, I am just a general... One night I died seeking gold, and as you said, I will no longer be me in the underworld..."

"You and I, brother and sister, the days when we meet each other are numbered... and I can't see you calling me brother anymore."

Yang Xiaoer had tears on her face and said with a smile:

"Then you need to come to Xunshan a few more times."

She left Yang Ruiyi, who was silent in the pavilion, turned around and walked out of the pavilion, riding the wind all the way down, with a calm expression on her face. She went up the mountain from the side and reached a small peak.

The small peak is remote and rugged, and there are no magnificent palaces and buildings. There is only a small pond with a small cottage beside the pond, a stone table and a few stone chairs.

A middle-aged man wearing a coir raincoat, with his sleeves rolled up, was washing his sword by the pool. His back was to the woman. He showed no emotion, but the hand holding the sword was very steady, without any trembling.

The sound of the water was pleasant to the ear, and the snow-white sword edge rippled in the water, illuminating a ball of white sword light on his face, reflecting a pair of gray-black eyes that concealed the edge.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the middle-aged man raised his head, revealing a gentle, gentle, elegant and dignified face. There was a smile in the corner of his eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and said:

"Xia'er."

"Husband!"

Yang Xiaoer's eyebrows suddenly opened, she looked at the cold front in the water with a smile, and asked:

"You sheathed your sword so early today?"

Li Xizhi helped her sit down and said softly:

"It's not too early. Fellow Taoist Xi Chan didn't come today. I danced two sets of sword skills by myself before I put my sword back. I saw you coming in."

The wife smiled and said:

"Xi Zhan came frequently. He even sent spiritual materials over a few days ago. Although they are not very expensive things, they are already important treasures to him. This shows that he is thoughtful."

Li Xizhi laughed, took out the cloth from his sleeve, put the bright sword edge on it to wipe it, and replied:

"He is infatuated with swords. He doesn't put too much thought into everything. He just learns from me, which is mutually confirmed with his pure swordsmanship."

"I'm not afraid to let him learn... After all, I'm practicing in the mountains and can't go out. It would be a good thing if I could get a favor or two from him and help a bunch of kids at home, those incompetent disciples..."

The man raised his head, his eyebrows gentle:

"Are you out?"

Yang Xiaoer was slightly silent and sighed:

"It's an older brother who's coming to visit."

"oh?"

Li Xizhi stood up, took off his sleeves, and said with doubt on his face:

"Since my uncle is here to visit, why should I just stand outside and welcome him in for a cup of tea?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked:

"An elder brother...not Ruizao? I've never heard you say that."

Yang Xiaoer rarely mentioned the Yang family. Even Yang Ruizao, the foundation-building monk in Qingchi, Yang Xiaoer looked like he was not too cold. It was rare to hear news about the Yang family. Li Xizhi listened with great interest.

Yang Xiaoer was a little embarrassed, shook her head and said:

"He...I'm not very familiar with him. I just passed by by chance. We exchanged a few words. He is also in a hurry to do things and can't rest..."

Li Xizhi nodded, closed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile without pursuing further:

"It's a pity."

He returned to the stone table, poured tea into the cup on the table, and said casually:

"Any news about the children?"

Yang Xiaoer smiled slightly and replied:

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"Chenghuai followed my family members to experience... "Witchcraft". My family still has a lot of background, but this must be in line with his "Don't check me". It is not appropriate to make public or gain fame. Husband, don't worry..."

"As for Zhou Luo..."

She smiled and took the tea from her husband and said:

"As long as your eldest son is here, he will not suffer any disadvantages in Yue Kingdom! My elder brother has provided him with many benefits, including Taoist techniques... and even spiritual objects."

"This is troublesome for my uncle."

Li Xizhi raised his eyebrows and reminded:

"It's just that everything is not a matter of sufficient qualifications. Zhou Luo's talent is not high, and the matter of supernatural powers is still open to discussion..."

This was unfaithful advice, and Yang Xiaoer also understood it and said with a smile:

"Don't worry...this opportunity is prepared for him. With them watching, one day counts...even if it takes fifty or a hundred years, everything must be ready before he can try his magical powers."

"good!"

Li Xizhi looked at ease, turned around calmly, turned his back to his wife, and hung the sword in his hand naturally in the hut. His gray-black eyes were sharp and introverted, as if they had seen through the world and were full of peace.

The man said softly:

"Thanks a lot."

…

Lotus Temple.

The lights were filled and the place was resplendent. The misty white mist poured down from between the steps and windows like a waterfall. The large pool in the center was filled with pale white water waves and exuded a fishy smell.

A young and beautiful woman with bare breasts was kneeling and sitting by the big pool. Amid the smell of grease and incense, she was pressing, adding to the milk pool in the center. There was a man lying in the rippling milk. There was nothing up and down, his face was full of evil, and he was breathing out leisurely.

But halfway up, a monk wearing clothes came up. He knelt down in front of the steps cautiously and whispered:

"Sir...Sir...people from the Dharma Realm are here!"

The young man lying in the breast pool suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of coldness.

This was not good news. No wonder the monk was shivering and knelt on the steps, afraid to express his anger.

But this young man obviously had no intention of arguing with him. He straightened up lazily in the breast pool and said casually:

"Let him come up."

Hearing the sound, a monk in simple clothes came up from the steps and stopped in front of the big pool. Seeing this dirty scene, he frowned and said nothing.

But the young man only raised his eyelids, swung his legs freely in the milk pool, pointed the work towards him, and said:

"It turns out to be Dharma Chang Maha..."

He smiled slightly and asked:

"It seems that the legal world is still loose. Taoist fellow Taoist was criticized completely in Dayang Mountain, but he didn't receive any punishment at all, so he had the leisure to visit this precious place."

When Fa Chang saw that job pointed directly at him, he felt extremely uncomfortable. However, he had an excellent temper and was one of the best in his cultivation of character. He clasped his hands together, out of sight, and replied:

"I'm here to invite Maha to go south!"

After hearing this, the young man looked stunned for a moment, burst out laughing, and replied:

"Am I listening to a joke? The most merciful and merciful Fa Chang Maha, who occupies the north of the Yangtze River without any fight... invited me to come south! Now he is not afraid of creating karma!"

Fa Chang put his hands together and looked calm, not moved by his laughter, and replied:

"I heard that a new dynasty in the south was about to come into being, that there were many dangers along the river, and that the peacocks had gone away for their own selfish desires... Then there was news from Dayang Mountain, asking me to find one or two Mahas from the Dharma Realm to guard it together."

"Among the seven signs, the discipline is silent, the anger is sluggish, the evil desires, emptiness, and compassion are all in cahoots. Apart from my Dharma Realm, there is only goodness and joy... and less killing and evil."

"I also heard that Taoist friends have been resting with the people for hundreds of years, and rarely engage in killing evil. Although they indulge in pleasure, they are kind and beautiful, and are loved by everyone. After thinking about it, it is most appropriate to come to Taoist friends..."

These words fell into the young man's ears, and they seemed to have some humiliating flavor. He turned slightly red, stood up from the breast pool, and cursed:

"Smelly shit! What I am cultivating in this life is [Release the Body of Fear and Shame]! Who the hell are you scolding... Who are you scolding for being addicted to pleasure? Whoever you scold is for being too happy and killing evil, he is quite popular!"

He looked around and was not angry at all. He stepped out of the milk pool, bringing out milk stains on the ground. He kicked Lianmin on the side and cursed:

"Dog slave! Do you love me?"

This pitiful person was so frightened that he shivered. Jinlian had indeed done little killing in recent years, but it was aimed at the people under his rule. The position of Shanle Road was full, and there were a large number of mages waiting for candidates, so he was not worried about death at all. One or two pities are enough to kill!

He could only shake his head quickly, and when he saw the other person's eyes full of evil intentions, he seemed to realize something, nodded again, nodded twice and shook his head again. He knelt down on the ground in bewilderment and kowtowed.

"You're knocking your mother!"

Jinlian flew up and kicked the poor man's head several feet away, rolling on the steps, but he still couldn't let go. Fa Chang watched his body swaying with his movements, I really couldn’t stand it anymore and sighed:

"Fellow Taoist!!"

Jinlian retracted her legs, and the headless Lianxin quickly got up, picked up the cloth on the ground, and wiped his body. The expression on Jinlian's face suddenly dropped, and she said coldly:

"You really have a good plan, do you want me to end up in Shanle Dao? It seems that I have been practicing for a long time, and you have forgotten my abilities... If you dare to go south with me, I will kill everyone in Jiangbei! This evil is I don’t know whose head it was created on!”

Fa Chang looked calm and replied:

"No matter who Fa Chang looks for, this evil will be blamed on Fa Chang... But I cultivate in order to seek benefits and avoid harm. If I take over this matter, I can choose someone who is less murderous. No matter how many evils I have committed, In my case, it is true that people in Jiangbei can die less."

This sentence stopped Jinlian, her words stopped abruptly, and she glanced at him blankly:

"There is such a stubborn monk like you in the world! You must destroy your own way!"

Fa Chang's face remained unchanged and he said nothing, but he saw a monk coming up from the steps. He had a golden body and skin as clear as jade. He smiled and bowed in front of the steps, saluting:

"I have met Master and Senior Fa Chang!"

Fa Chang turned his head, glanced at him, and asked:

"This is..."

The monk raised his head and showed a kind smile:

"Young monk Minghui! I am the master who is here to do the Maha... This is very polite!"

Main characters in this chapter

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Yang Xiaoer's "Bao Yun" [late stage of foundation building]

Li Xizhi's "Changxia Wu" [Peak of Foundation Building]