Huixianzhuang is one of the seven channels of immortality. It is located in this southeastern town, far away from the secular world, and is located among a series of mountains.
Ye Ling and Jiang Fan, Xiao Xunuo left the fairy city and went to Huixian Village. Along the way, they experienced beautiful mountains and clear waters, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery.
Halfway through, Xiao Xunuo took the elixir given by Jiang Fan, and his Tao body was refined. After three days of meditation, he broke through to the Huiling Realm, officially entered the Tao, and became a monk.
Jiang Fan looked at Xu Nuo, who had only been practicing for more than a month, and couldn't help but sigh: "You master and disciple are all blessed by heaven, and your cultivation speed is so fast. Let me tell you, it has only been two months since Xu Nuo met you, and you have already achieved success." He is in the spiritual realm, he really envy me, my uncle."
Ye Ling looked at his apprentice and was also proud, but he still said: "He himself is a half-demon, a member of the Qiling Cat clan. When the moonlight shines every night, he can absorb the energy of the moon and increase his cultivation. This is a talent. Even if you are envious, you won’t be able to get it!”
After his cultivation was stable, Xu Nuo stood up and ran over, thanking Jiang Fan: "Thank you, uncle, for the elixir. Otherwise, it would have taken me a lot longer to break through."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "As long as you can have a smooth journey, Uncle Master has enough pills here!"
Ye Ling immediately said: "Disciple, did you hear that? Master is here to bear witness to you. If you ask for pills from your uncle in the future and refuse to give them, we will have an excuse."
Jiang Fan said helplessly: "You Ye Zi, I don't know who you learned from, you look like a profiteer who took advantage of you."
Hearing this, Ye Ling couldn't help but laugh. When Jiang Fan mentioned the word profiteer, he suddenly remembered that maybe Hua Xinfeng would come to Huixianzhuang this time.
The three of them chatted and joked for a while, and then embarked on their journey again. Ye Ling and Jiang Fan walked side by side through the air, while little Xunuo sat on the big gourd thrown by Jiang Fan. It is said that this big gourd is knotted on the same vine as the wine gourd laughed in the bush. It can be big or small, and the changes are endless.
The closer you get to Huixianzhuang, the more you can feel that this place is full of spiritual energy. It is really a supreme treasure. There are constant figures in the void around them, and they must be attending the meeting like these three people.
When they got close to Huixian Manor, Ye Ling and the others looked at it through the clouds. It was really a beautiful manor: "
The deep mountains spread for thousands of miles, and the manor is dominated by tigers and dragons. Stars are falling in the pavilions and winding corridors. The toad eaves come out of Xiu, and the jade bridge crosses the river. It can be seen that the spiritual mist is misty and the fragrance of burning orchid and pepper is fragrant. Treasures from heaven, materials and earth can be taken and tasted at will. They all come and go like free travelers, talking about things in a light and short way. Located in the beautiful southeast area, Langyuan Qionglou Huixianzhuang. "
Seeing that Huixianzhuang was built on the rolling mountains and covered an area of more than thousands of miles. It was as big as Wentianzong's Nine Peaks, but it was difficult to compare with it.
Jiang Fan, who was standing next to him, said: "According to legend, immortals in the sky once gathered here. They dropped a wine pot and built it into a river in the mountain. The melons and fruits they threw away grew into a mountain full of beautiful trees. Later, an ancient power discovered this place and built this place. Zhuangzi. Huixianzhuang is quite powerful. It is rumored that there is a powerful person from the Hedao realm sitting in the village. After all, it is also a large sect with tens of thousands of years of history and a profound foundation."
Ye Ling frowned slightly. The division of sects and families in the world was simply based on the realm of the strong within the sect. The highest rank in the Ruwentian Sect was only the Celestial Phenomenon Realm monks, which could only be regarded as a second-rate sect. If one day a monk from the Mingwei Realm takes over, he can join the ranks of a first-class sect. As for peak existences such as the Seven Lines of Immortality, the Four Confucian Schools, and the Three Buddhist Temples, there are at least several Mingwei Realm monks in the sect, and there may even be powerful ones in the Hedao Realm.
The three of them looked for the gate of the village, but they saw a tall archway, majestic and majestic. The three characters of Huixianzhuang were powerful and graceful, implying the texture of the avenue. I don't know which great scholar wrote it.
But when Ye Ling looked again, he saw many monks in front of the door, but they were all blocked and driven away. A monk in blue greeted the surrounding disciples and stopped at the door, scolding the casual monks who were planning to come to the meeting: "No one will be allowed in without an invitation!"
Jiang Fan sighed helplessly and said: "This Huixian Village has sent invitations to almost all the prestigious sects in the world. It's just that we, the casual cultivators, have no family or sect, and Huixian Village doesn't look down on them at all. We're just afraid I can’t get in either.”
After hearing this, Ye Ling frowned slightly. The little Xu Nuo next to him said: "Since the gate cannot be entered, can we climb over the wall?"
Jiang Fan smiled bitterly and explained to him that the sect's protective formation was impossible to break through. Little Xunuo scratched his head in confusion and ran out of ideas for a while.
If you want to save people, you must at least be able to get through the door first. However, there was nothing the three of them could do at this moment, so they left first and went to a small town outside the village.
This fairy city is not large in scale and is also under the jurisdiction of Huixian Village. At this moment, a large number of monks have gathered, most of them are casual cultivators. They originally wanted to try their luck at Huixianzhuang and gain some knowledge, but they couldn't even get through the gate.
In a wine shop on the street, a big man slapped the table and shouted: "Huixianzhuang bullies people too much and looks down on us casual cultivators. I can't swallow this bad breath!"
Someone next to him echoed: "That's right, although we have no family or sect, we all have a blood feud with that thief and a sworn thief. Since we have to deal with these two thieves, we have to go!"
Another old Taoist priest stood up and said: "We usually walk alone, and it's hard to support a lonely tree. But this time, we will go to Huixianzhuang together. If they refuse, we will block the door. Tell him that this conference can’t be held!”
"Yes! You can't do it by asking him!"
The crowd was noisy, causing more and more monks to gather, and soon there were dozens of people.
Ye Ling and Jiang Fan promised to find a place to sit on the second floor of the restaurant. The restaurant happened to be right outside the window. Listening to their shouting, Ye Ling sneered and said, "If you are caught once, you will have more enemies all over the world!"
Jiang Fan shook his head helplessly: "They are greedy by nature and have no regard for propriety, justice and shame. They are indeed rogue cultivators, wild and untamable. It's because they are so shameless that others look down upon them!"
But Ye Ling smiled and said: "What about the people in the sect? Isn't it just the sanctimoniousness and uneven distribution of the spoils that led to such a conference?"
As the two of them were talking, they saw a sudden change of color in the mid-air, a Tao rhyme spread out, and the invisible Tao sound resounded, making Xu Nuo look uncomfortable. Ye Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand to disperse a burst of Tao power to protect Xu Nuo.
Immediately afterwards, a young man in purple clothes came through the air, stood in the air, and said with a smile: "You idiots, how dare you challenge Huixianzhuang?"
Someone among the casual cultivators recognized this person and said loudly: "This person is Ying Beisheng, the Young Palace Master of Wuying Palace!"
"It is said that this person has only practiced Taoism for three hundred years. He has already reached the level of Yingchong Realm. It is just around the corner to break through to the Immortal Realm."
"Shadowless Palace is also a first-class sect. It is said that there is a Mingwei Realm master sitting in the palace, and few people dare to offend them."
As soon as Ying Beisheng appeared, these casual cultivators were no longer as excited as before. They all knew that Ying Beisheng had a good relationship with Sun Shaozu, the young master of Huixianzhuang. Now that he was going to Huixianzhuang to cause trouble, Ying Beisheng was afraid that he would stop him.
Seeing that none of them dared to say a word, Ying Beisheng couldn't help but sneered: "What a bunch of cowards, they don't dare to repeat what they just said?"
The man who just started for the first time couldn't stand it anymore and gritted his teeth and said: "Ying Beisheng, let's go to Huixianzhuang to discuss it ourselves. What does it have to do with you? Don't think that we are afraid of you!"
"Yes, this is the grudge between us and Huixianzhuang. It has nothing to do with you. Don't think that just because you were born in Wuying Palace, you don't take us seriously at all. Without Shadow Palace, who among us is afraid of the other! "
"Oh?" Ying Beisheng raised his eyebrows and said, "In that case, I would like to give your skills a try!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Beisheng suddenly struck out with a palm, and his Taoist power turned into a palm print and struck down on his head. The man and several people around him had no time to dodge, so they hurriedly used Taoist weapons to resist, but the difference in strength was too great, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and they fell. On the ground, almost dead.
The casual cultivators around looked shocked, and many people fled to avoid harm to themselves. However, an old Taoist with Yingchong realm took a step forward and shouted: "Ying Beisheng, you kill people for no reason, do you really think that we are rogue cultivators?"
Ying Beisheng smiled and said: "Since there is someone here, let's fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Beisheng struck down with another palm. This palm was even more powerful, and the void cracked. However, the old Taoist's robes danced, and he punched with his backhand. The fists and palms collided together, causing a huge wave to hit all around.
Ye Ling, who was standing by the window next to him, frowned and pointed his blade forward, slashing out with a faint edge and splitting the air wave without hitting the food platform.
The old Taoist punched, stepped into the air, and the invisible Taoist rhyme came out to fight against Ying Beisheng.
Ying Beisheng smiled slightly: "Old Taoist priest, it's rare that you have survived for so long. If you die in my hands, why don't you cry out for injustice?"
The old Taoist looked solemn and did not say anything. He held out a copper furnace with his backhand, shrouded in light and densely covered with Tao patterns, and smashed it towards Ying Beisheng.
Ying Beisheng didn't panic, and seemed to have infinite power in his hands. He struck out with two palms and hit the copper furnace. The copper furnace was shocked back and forth, unable to take another step forward.
The old Taoist's face darkened, and then he shouted loudly, his robes danced, and fires filled the sky out of thin air. Then, the three-color blazing sun was drawn from the copper furnace, turned into a lion and fire beast, and rushed towards Ying Beisheng.
When Ying Beisheng saw it, he didn't hide or evade, and actually let the fire lion swallow him up. But then, bursts of brilliant light emerged from the fire lion's body, and then two light pillars penetrated the fire lion's body. The fire lion screamed twice, and the flames dispersed and turned into nothingness.
Ying Beisheng was standing in the void, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, half black and half white. It was a low-grade Taoist artifact named Sun Moon Sky Realm. There are two divine lights in the realm, Yin and Yang, which can destroy all laws and kill people.
When the old Taoist saw Ying Beisheng's methods, he knew he was outmatched, so he hurriedly recalled the Taoist weapon, the copper furnace, and turned around to escape. Unexpectedly, Ying Beisheng stepped forward, and the Taoist mirror in his hand emitted two rays of divine light and shot towards the old Taoist.
Lao Dao hit the copper furnace with his backhand, but unexpectedly the copper furnace was easily pierced by the divine light, and even Lao Dao's body was penetrated by the divine light, bleeding.
Ying Beisheng smiled and said: "Old Taoist, is this your method? How disappointing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist body fell from the clouds and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Several casual cultivators around him turned pale when they saw that the old Taoist was dead, and fled in a hurry, not daring to delay any longer.
In the dining hall, Jiang Fan said in shock: "Ying Beisheng is really powerful. After all, the old Taoist is just like him. He is a real Yingchong Realm practitioner, but he was killed easily."
He turned to look at Ye Ling, only to see that Ye Ling was not paying attention to the battle situation in the sky. He kept looking at the street, where he saw that several people injured by Ying Beisheng's palm were dead, and a fat Taoist was smiling with a smile on his face. They collected the storage tools and valuables from these people.
Jiang Fan shook his head helplessly: "People die for money and birds die for food. There are really people who are not afraid of death and dare to pull teeth from the tiger's mouth."
Xu Nuoyan said: "That fat Taoist monk is also very advanced. He should be a monk in the Yingchong realm, just like the master."
Jiang Fan nodded and said, "But he is here now, how can Ying Beisheng let him go?"
"It doesn't matter," Ye Ling said with a smile, "There is something mysterious about this fat Taoist. No matter what kind of danger he is in, he can turn it into safety!"
"So, Brother Ye, do you recognize this fat Taoist priest?"
Ye Ling nodded. Just now when he was watching the battle, he discovered the fat Taoist priest who had been hiding in the crowd. Later, the casual cultivators fled one after another. Only he saw the right opportunity and jumped out to pick up the ready-made ones. What he did was the same as before. There was usually no difference between them when they met, so Ye Ling recognized this person at a glance.
I met the unscrupulous Taoist priest Wu Liang in the Demon Saint Tomb and Guyue Cave!
