There is an endless stream of people on both sides of the street:
In the bustling city, cars are like flowing water and horses are like dragons.
The pavilion is magnificent in the spring light, and tourists gather and disperse, laughing and chatting.
Guan Nong tunes the strings and passes them to the wine shop, gathering in Yibao Bitian Palace.
After taking a leisurely look at the scenery, it is like a floating dream.
Ye Ling sat at the noodle stall and listened to the waiter talking about recent anecdotes:
"In the past few days, many immortal families have come to the city. It is said that there is a tomb of an ancient power thousands of miles away from the city. There may be a shocking treasure inside. So you monks want to come and take advantage of the opportunity. Xiaodao Chief, you don’t know?”
Ye Ling just passed by this place in order to complete the sect's mission, but unexpectedly encountered such a thing.
In the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Taixu Garden, Ye Ling read through the handwriting of an ancestor and knew that there might be world-shattering treasures in the tombs of great powers in the Mingwei Realm or even the Hedao Realm.
However, in order to prevent others from disturbing them after death, most of them have restrictions. If they are not careful, they may die, so Ye Ling is not interested in this matter.
Just now he put out his spiritual consciousness to investigate, and as he was walking on the street, more than a dozen monks passed by. However, most of them have low cultivation levels, only around Hui Ling and Qing You.
This land in the Eastern Territory is vast. In addition to the major sects, there are countless casual cultivators, especially the 108 Star Luo Islands in the southeast. The scattered cultivators on the islands competed with the major sects and established Dongfang Haige. , fight against each other.
The hundreds of purple bamboos in Taixu Garden were obtained by the Taoist Taoist Taoist Wandering Time from the Purple Bamboo Forest in Putuo Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea. Legend has it that that place was originally the place where the Buddhist sect Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced Dharma. After Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven, Buddhist disciples established the Avalokitesvara Zen Monastery, which has been passed down to this day.
Ye Ling didn't care about this, so he got up and left. Unexpectedly, he was in the middle and couldn't extricate himself.
There was a noise in the market in the distance, a breeze blew by, and there was a young scribe beside Ye Ling.
Ye Ling had no expression on his face and raised his eyes to look, but saw this person:
The eyebrows are three-pointed in a smile, and a moon hook hangs between the lips. The gentle swing of the folding fan brings the wind, and the true meaning is in the heart.
It is hard to escape ridicule by nature, and joining the world brings enemies and enemies. Born to be worry-free, it is a pity that misfortune comes from the mouth.
The scribe covered his face with a folding fan, leaned next to Ye Ling, and whispered: "Brother, please let me hide for a while. I am very grateful!"
Ye Ling didn't answer. He sat motionless and watched coldly.
Not long after, dozens of people came from the north, with profound cultivation and spiritual energy surrounding them. The leader of the old man looked unkind and said coldly: "I saw him coming this way just now, why is he missing now?"
"Elder, this kid definitely didn't run far, he's right here!"
All the mortals around him retreated, not daring to come forward for fear of causing some harm.
The young scribe turned his back to the street and looked nervous. It seemed like this group of people was coming for him.
The old man stood in the street, with a pair of clear eyes, scanning the surroundings. His consciousness and Taoism were also released, covering the entire sky.
Ye Ling sensed that the sharp energy was running within him, and the green rock wooden sword behind him was trembling, as if it was about to break free at any moment.
The old man was powerful and immediately noticed Ye Ling. He looked at the young scribe next to Ye Ling and shouted: "Where are you running away!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man struck out with a palm, and the palm prints condensed and swept over him.
The young scribe was well prepared and flew away.
At the same time, Ye Ling's wooden sword flew out from behind and landed in his hand, its edge rising continuously.
A sword roar suddenly exploded, and Ye Ling struck out with a backhand sword. With the force of his sword, he cut off the old man's palm mark and saved the innocent noodle stall.
The young scribe flew away far away and shouted loudly: "You Yuxuan Palace only know how to bully the minority with more, what kind of skills do you have? Let my elder brother explain the truth to you, so that you will not be ignorant of people's affairs when you grow up!" "
Ye Ling's heart trembled. The scribe temporarily put the blame on him and drew the fire to him. He didn't know if he could be rectified.
The old man looked gloomy and stared at Ye Ling in front of him. Although Ye Ling's realm was not high, he was able to block his palm, which was quite extraordinary for an ordinary person.
"Who are you and what is your relationship with Xu Hong?"
Ye Ling put away his sword and said: "We met by chance, we don't know each other." After saying that, he turned and left.
"Stop!" The old man said with a livid face, "Who do you think I am, allowing you to be so presumptuous!"
Behind the old man, a dozen people quickly rushed forward and blocked Ye Ling's path. Most of these people had reached the level of Qingyou and did not take Ye Ling seriously.
Ye Ling said expressionlessly: "I have no grudge against you and the others, and I don't even know the person who escaped. What else do you want?"
Ye Ling kept his sharp edge and stood with his hands behind his back, calm and calm. But the spiritual power in the body is running wildly, ready to fight the enemy at any time
The old man sneered: "A swordsmanship monk in the Huiling Realm dares to be presumptuous in front of me! It's a pity that I am in a bad mood today. I will kill you first and then take Xu Hong's life!"
Before he finished speaking, a dragon roar pierced the sky. A fairy chariot came from outside the city. It was pulled by two monsters with dragon heads and lion bodies in front of it. The frame behind it was gilded with gold and jade, and the light was dazzling.
One of the monks watching said: "This is the car of Gu Tianyang, the young master of the Immortal Ancient Family!"
"I didn't expect that the young master of the Gu family would also come. It seems that this time will be a battle between the younger generations!"
Standing on the street, Ye Ling had a thought in his mind, and the sharp energy turned into reality, covering the wooden sword, and the sound of the sword's roar appeared in the air.
Ye Ling took one step forward, and the three swords were connected with each other. The sword energy was so sharp that it drove towards the sky.
"presumptuous!"
An angry shout came from the car, and then divine fire fell from the sky. A huge palm print tore Ye Ling's sword energy into pieces, and then fell towards the ground.
The monks here all ran for their lives, including the old man, for fear of being affected.
Ye Ling took this opportunity, stepped on the copycat version of Tuxue Wuhen, and quickly left, escaping from Qinglin City.
The palm prints were smashed down, the surrounding houses were destroyed, the fire burned, and the ground collapsed more than three feet deep.
From the distant city lord's palace, a deep voice came, saying: "Young Master of the Gu family, please rest your thunderous anger for a while. Why should you get angry with these young people? Come and talk to me in my mansion!"
"Hmph!" Gu Tianyang snorted coldly when he heard this, and urged the car to drive towards the city lord's mansion.
The old man from Yuxuan Palace was livid, and he was furious after being teased by two juniors in succession.
But before he could get up to catch up, someone came over and said, "Elder, the young master wants you to go back quickly. We have important matters to discuss!"
"Let's go!" Although the old man was unwilling to do so, he could not disobey the young master's order. Moreover, at this time and place, the forces of all parties were complicated, so he must not act rashly.
…
In an ancient pond in the mountains outside the city, Ye Ling was sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating with his eyes closed, the wooden sword lying across his knees, calm as usual.
While walking in the world of mortals, Ye Ling had some realization, but he didn't know why. Before he could get into it, something happened and interrupted him, so he came here to regain his consciousness.
Not long after, Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes. The wooden sword in front of him kept trembling. Ye Ling said in a deep voice: "Who is here, and what is your business?"
"Of course I'm here to thank you for saving my life!" The young scribe who ran away reappeared here, smiling softly: "It's true that you can think of using the grumpy Gu Tianyang to rescue the siege, I admire you..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Ling's figure flashed in front of the young scribe. The wooden sword in his hand was only half an inch away from his neck. If Ye Ling was more ruthless, he could kill him.
The young scribe smiled with a smile on his face and continued without evading: "I am Xu Hong, a student of Yixian Academy. I don't know the name of this Taoist priest, what is his name, which sect he is from, and who is his disciple?"
Ye Ling did not answer. He looked at Xu Hong for a moment, sheathed his sword and retreated, asking, "Aren't you afraid that I just killed you?"
"You won't kill me!" Xu Hong waved his folding fan lightly and said confidently: "Today in the city, you could have easily dodged the sky-shaking palm of Old Ghost Zhang of Yuxuan Palace, and you would have had nothing to do with it. But you But he insisted on taking it with his sword, presumably to save the mortals in the noodle stall. If you can do this to a stranger, you must not be someone who cares about human life!"
"The Master said: 'A person with lofty ideals and a benevolent person does not seek life to harm his benevolence, but kills himself to achieve benevolence.' What the Taoist Master has done shows how magnanimous you are!"
Ye Ling didn't answer, he took back his wooden sword and thrust it into his back. Although the Xu Hong in front of him looks cynical, he has an aura of majesty around him, which is the symbol of a Confucian disciple.
Confucianism was first founded by Confucius, the sage, and later spread out. It has been passed down to this day. Hundreds of schools of thought, including Mohism and Fa, all belong to the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism.
The Yixian Academy mentioned by Xu Hong just now is one of the three most powerful forces in Confucianism and Taoism today. It can be compared with Taiyuan Dao Sect, Yuxuan Palace, etc. of the Seven Lineages of Immortal Taoism.
When Xu Hong saw that Ye Ling didn't answer, he went up to him and asked, "Taoist Master, you can be considered as saving my life. You should tell me your name. I think we are in love and should communicate more!"
Ye Ling was speechless. This person had almost killed Ye Ling just now, and now he was trying to get close to him. How could Ye Ling pay attention?
Ye Ling said coldly: "I'm just passing by here and will leave tomorrow. If you come to disturb me again, this sword will definitely drink blood!"
Xu Hong shook his head helplessly and said: "You sword practitioners are always going to use the sword if you disagree with me. There is really nothing I can do against you, but if you save me once, I will also help you solve a problem!"
