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"Beiyun Mountain!" Yang Zhen lost her voice and said, "What a coincidence? Is this a place we have been to?"
During the ten months they were in Zhao State, they searched for peaks called Beiyun Mountain, at least forty or fifty.
Zhao Yue'er shook her head, took out a pen and paper from her ring, sat down at the desk next to her, and started drawing with concentration on her face.
The ink is as clear as flowing clouds and flowing water. After half a cup of tea, a spectacular landscape painting is painted in one stroke.
Yang Zhen looked intently and saw that there were about twenty or thirty peaks in the painting, most of which were submerged in the vast sea of clouds, making them blurry and indistinct.
Zhao Yue'er said nothing, marked the words "Beiyun Mountain" under the sea of clouds, and wrote a line of words in the upper right blank space——
Changle lives in peace, and there is green jade in the northern clouds.
"What does this mean?" Yang Zhen asked in surprise.
"I never thought that a formula in my Zhao family genealogy would have such a meaning." Zhao Yue'er sighed softly and recounted the message left in the jade slip:
"The ancestor's grandfather was a Jindan cultivator at that time and was named the King of Changle. Because his official position was the Prime Minister of Zhao State, everyone at that time called him the Prime Minister of Changle."
"These mountains in the painting are all the fiefdom of King Changle. Once, he was visiting this area and accidentally discovered an ancient cave. So he went in to explore, but because of lack of time, he only explored half of it. According to his records, there are many caves inside. There is a rare piece of sapphire, which is of great benefit to the cultivation of the soul."
"Soon after, he had a courtyard built near the cave and named it 'Anjutang'. Whenever he had free time, he would stay here for a period of time to refine his soul."
"Later, there was a coup in the State of Zhao, so this ancestor made this jade slip about the situation in the cave and left it to the ancestors of Quanxiang in case of unexpected events. He also replaced a paragraph in the genealogy with these two sentences talk."
Hearing this, Yang Zhen already had two doubts, so she interjected:
"Can you be affected by the sapphire and cultivate your soul outside the cave?"
"Yes!" Zhao Yuer nodded.
"Since our ancestors have a lot of time to cultivate their souls, why don't they go into the cave and continue exploring?"
"There is a level in that cave. According to the ancestor's estimation, it would take at least half a year to crack. He was at the critical moment of seizing the heir and could not spare such a long time."
Yang Zhen suddenly realized.
Zhao Yue'er continued: "The ancestors left instructions in the jade slips. If you want to explore this cave, you must at least have the realm of golden elixir, and you must also be proficient in formations."
Speaking of this, she sighed quietly, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist: "I finally understand why the seniors of the Zifu of my Zhao family have been practicing diligently and diligently in the realm of golden elixir. Patriarch Yunjun did not care about the five hundred years old At such an age, they are risking their lives to attack the golden elixir. It turns out that they cannot let go of this cave left by their ancestors, this obsession!"
It's a pity that it's not that easy to become a real Jin Dan?
This secret of the Zhao family has been passed down like this. He knew clearly that there was a treasure of great opportunity in that place, but because he was not strong enough, he could only look forward and sigh, helpless. The ancestors of Zifu like the Zhao family must have been somewhat unwilling in their hearts before they died, right?
But now it's different.
Although Zhao Yue'er has not yet become a golden elixir, there are three demon kings in Yang Zhen's space who are just as powerful as the golden elixir, and there is even a Nascent Soul Lord whose strength is far superior to the golden elixir!
They have decided to book this cave! Go now!
…
two days later
Zhao State, Luzhou
The sea of clouds is vast, the silver light is flowing, the smoke is filled, and it is vast and boundless.
Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er stood on the top of the cloud, overlooking the mountains.
"The clouds are too thick," Zhao Yue'er looked around and said helplessly: "Almost every mountain peak here is shrouded in smoke and clouds, making it impossible to identify. The peaks in the Ancestral Jade Slips can only be judged to be here. area."
Yang Zhen nodded and suddenly looked into the distance.
A ray of blue light penetrated the clouds and mist, and came at a rapid speed.
"Brother Xiao Shitou!" Qing Xiaoling's charming voice came from the escaping light: "Xiao Ling found a sect nearby!"
The countries in the Eastern Region have different national power structures and management of immortal cultivators.
Xu State is a secular government, and the backer behind it is the Yunxiao Sect. In the entire country, there is only one sect, the Yunxiao Sect, and the rest are illegal.
The political power of the Qin State was established and controlled by cultivators. The Qin royal family is the only one, and other sects are not allowed in the country.
The Zhao Kingdom is completely different. Although the Zhao royal family is superior in strength, it is far from being able to crush all the heroes. There are many sects in the territory, each occupying one side.
However, as the years progressed, these sects, large and small, would mostly obey the orders of the Prince Zhao who entrusted this place and became sharp swords in the hands of these people.
Luzhou is the fiefdom of King Lu.
"This sect..." Yang Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "I'll go take a look!"
…
The peaks and ridges are like clusters, the mountains are lush and green, as green as the sea, and the clouds and mist in the forest are lingering, like a picture of intertwined green smoke.
On top of the mountains covered with ink-colored green forests, an archway stood impressively.
There are three big characters written on it——
Divine Will Gate!
Viewed from the air, the entire sect is built according to the mountains. There are many pavilions, towers and palaces. It is unknown how many monks practice here.
Yang Zhen was dressed in a green shirt with a long sword tied to her waist. She was dressed like an ordinary casual cultivator. She walked along a stone road and soon came to the archway.
Two late-stage qi-training disciples, one senior and one junior, who were guarding the mountain, were chatting when they saw someone coming and stopped talking.
"What are you doing?" the young disciple shouted with an unkind look on his face.
Yang Zhen released a little of Zifu's pressure.
The disciple's face changed drastically, and his attitude immediately turned 180 degrees: "This uncle, I have come to my sect on important matters. Who are you looking for?"
"I am from Zezhou. I was traveling around and saw a sect here, so I came here to stay overnight." Yang Zhen clasped her fists and took off a jade plaque from her waist.
There are many sects in the Zhao Kingdom, and there are also many casual cultivators, among whom there are many casual cultivators with high realms like Master Zifu. Yang Zhen's identity jade plaque was made again yesterday by Yunxiao Sect's disciples in Zhao State. On the surface, it cannot be seen as genuine or fake.
The disciple took the jade token and looked at it for a moment, and his expression became more respectful: "It turns out to be Senior Liu, disrespectful and disrespectful. I will go and inform the elders of my sect, please wait a moment."
After speaking, the man took out a whistle-like instrument from his arms, put it in his mouth and blew it hard.
The voice was sharp and urgent, and after a while, a ray of light came from behind the mountain, revealing an old Taoist wearing a purple robe with a few strands of rat whiskers on his chin.
The middle stage of Zifu's cultivation.
"Second Elder." The two disciples saluted quickly.
The old Taoist hummed, grabbed the jade token handed over by the young disciple, glanced at it, and looked at Yang Zhen with a hint of scrutiny:
"Fellow Daoist Liu, come to my Divine Will Sect, what do you want to do?"
Yang Zhen laughed and repeated what she just said.
"The head of the sect is out of town, and it is not convenient to receive foreign guests for the time being. Fellow Daoist Liu, please come back." The old Taoist said unceremoniously.
After that, he threw the jade token back to Yang Zhen, turned around and left.
This time Yang Zhen was not happy. His original intention was to come here to inquire about information. If he was kicked away like this, why would he inquire about it?
He had space in his hands and his own strength was not bad. As the saying goes, a skilled person is bold. He smiled coldly and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, please stay!"
The old Taoist paused and turned around, his expression unchanged.
Yang Zhen took out the wishful stick, made a starting gesture, and said with a smile:
"What the second elder just said is not the way to treat guests! In that case, I would like to ask the second elder to teach me two tricks, so that I can retreat and no longer dare to pester you!"
There is an unwritten rule in the world of immortality. If a monk provokes a monk in front of the sect, you send a disciple or elder of the same level to drive him away. It is reasonable and no one will say anything.
If you can't beat him, then you can honestly invite the other party into the mountain gate, entertain him with good food and drinks for a few days, and call it "talking about scriptures and Taoism, and exchanging skills", which can also save face.
Only avoiding and not fighting is the most despised thing.
"Arrogant!" The second elder was indeed irritated. He used a pair of black and white hooks and slashed at Yang Zhen without saying a word.
Yang Zhen resisted with a stick. When the two hooks were swung, the black handle was accompanied by bursts of rancid smell, which made people almost nauseous; the white handle turned into hundreds of sharp blades, covering the whole body overwhelmingly.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of third-level guardian jade tied around the neck shattered with a "bang", and there was a stinging pain in the newly condensed Zifu. In the gaze of the old Taoist, it seemed as if there was a heavy iron vertebra, hitting it. After shattering the divine jade, he continued to crash into the sea of consciousness arrogantly!
Three-pronged approach!
The old Taoist's move was his own unique move. He obviously didn't want to get entangled and wanted to get rid of this ignorant young man as soon as possible. If it can be killed directly, that's not a bad idea!
Unfortunately, his opponent is Yang Zhen.
Although it only takes a few days to advance to the Zifu, when it comes to the flawlessness of the Zifu and its ability to resist the impact of the soul, even some late-stage Zifu may not be as good as Yang Zhen. Even without the protection of the Divine Guardian Jade, the opponent's ferocious Divine Soul Vertebra may not be able to break through the young man's Zifu. At this moment, the powerful crossbow was at its end, and the damage was minimal. It only caused a ripple on the surface of Zi Mansion, which quickly dissipated.
The rancid smell was dissolved by the chaotic energy in the body and disappeared completely.
Only the thousands of white hooks caused some slight obstacles.
Yang Zhen danced the Ruyi Stick tightly, facing the direction where the double hooks were stabbing, and rushed forward!
In the stunned horror of the old man, he had already reached the opponent's side, struck the right knee with a stick, and knocked the person to the ground.
"I agree." Yang Zhen stretched out her hand and pulled the old man up.
He had no intention of enmity with the opponent, and the blow he had just taken had absorbed most of its power. Otherwise, it would not be surprising if this person's right leg would turn into powder.
In less than a breath, he was knocked down neatly by the opponent. The veteran was blushing, but it was not easy for him to get angry.
Watching the young man take out a new piece of guardian jade from the ring and tie it on, even if he is dissatisfied, a defeat is a defeat. If he continues to pester, he will not lose his own face, but the sect's face.
"Ashamed, ashamed." The old Taoist sighed, stretched out his hand and said:
"Fellow Taoist, please come inside."
…
The two of them came to a large hall surrounded by jade railings, one after the other, and sat down in the hall as guests and hosts.
"Young Daoist Liu looks so young, but his strength is so extraordinary. I admire him." After the old Taoist sat down, he seemed to have forgotten his unhappiness just now, regained some of his calm demeanor, and said with a smile while twisting his beard.
"Luckily," Yang Zhengong said, "May I ask the second elder's name?"
"The poor Taoist's surname is Shen and his given name is Bo Biao," the old Taoist asked with a hint of disbelief: "Young Daoist Liu is not even three Jiazi this year?"
"Yes." Yang Zhen replied.
The age listed on his jade medal is one hundred and fifty years old.
If the actual years spent in Baisu Space are not included, Yang Zhen is only thirty years old this year, and she is already a Master of the Zi Mansion, which is really shocking to the world.
In order not to attract attention, when he remade the identity token yesterday, he specially ordered someone to change his age several times.
"What a talented young man!" Shen Bobiao said with emotion.
Yang Zhen looked around. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else in the palace. She couldn't help but feel strange:
"I dare to ask Senior Brother Shen, are all the disciples of your sect not in the sect? Why can't you see a few of them?"
"Well," Shen Bobiao chuckled and said, "The Bizong is located in a corner. It is a small sect. There are not many disciples in the sect, most of them are cultivating. It is normal for you to see few people."
"How long has Guizong been here?" Yang Zhen asked next.
"More than seven hundred years ago."
No wonder there is no introduction in the jade slips. Sure enough, he only appeared after King Changle, Yang Zhen thought.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the temple door, and a young disciple walked in carrying a teapot and a cup.
"The humble sect is simple and has few visitors. Even this pot of spiritual tea was temporarily ordered to be cooked by disciples. Don't be surprised by the guests." Shen Bobiao said politely.
Yang Zhen quickly said she didn't dare.
"Brother," Yiyi said in the sea of consciousness at this moment: "There is something wrong with this spiritual tea! A fourth-level spiritual herb called dead soul flower is added to it. After drinking it, people will lose their souls and fall into a coma."
"So powerful?" Yang Zhen was surprised.
"However, this little fairy is in your body, so you don't have to be afraid!" Little Fairy Grass whispered softly, like coaxing a child.
Yang Zhen couldn't help but laugh.
When nothing happens, Yiyi hides in his body and experiences various things with him. Yang Zhen was also so happy. He could feel the joy and freedom of the little fairy grass in his body.
Sometimes when faced with danger, the two of them work together, which makes it even more fun.
Such as now.
With Yiyi as her backing, Yang Zhen immediately decided to drink this cup of tea and see what the other party wanted to do.
He took the spiritual tea from the disciple, took a sip, and then drank it all.
"How does it taste?" Shen Bobiao's eyes flashed.
"The fragrance is sweet and lingers on the lips and teeth." Yang Zhen praised it.
If you just look at the taste of this tea, it’s not an exaggeration.
Shen Bobiao stretched out his hand to twist his beard, feeling even more proud.
…
Ten breaths later, Yang Zhen put her hand on her forehead and fell to the ground with a clang.
"Hahaha!" Shen Bobiao stood up and ordered the disciple next to him: "Tie him up!"
The disciple took out a pair of third-level soul lock buckles from his storage bag and quickly clasped Yang Zhen's hands together. Then he took out another pair of immortal ropes and was about to continue.
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"Wait a minute," Shen Bobiao said, "First take off all the valuable things on his body! And his cassock, even though it's ordinary in style, I can see clearly that it's at least a third-level middle-grade one. Take it off for me!"
After a while, Yang Zhen was stripped down to her underwear, lying naked in front of the two of them.
By this time, he had already regretted it, but at this moment, his hands were tied and his spiritual power was imprisoned, so he could not take action at all.
He ordered Yiyi to help several times, but Xiao Xiancao seemed to ignore him and just kept laughing.
In the space, Zhao Yue'er, Qing Xiaoling, Mu Zixue and the other girls who were seen outside through the light curtain also couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Zhao Yueer knew very well that Yiyi must be up to something.
Although Qing Xiaoling and Mu Zixue didn't quite understand what was going on, seeing Zhao Yue'er rolling forward and backward with laughter, they knew that Yang Zhen was definitely not in danger, so they felt relieved and kept having fun.
Since you are so happy, I will let you have enough fun today! Yang Zhen didn't care anymore, she simply lay down and let the other party take away the rings, jade ornaments, swords, etc. from her body.
Then a rope tied him into a big rice dumpling.
"Oh, what a body of fine white and tender meat, tsk tsk," Shen Bobiao said with a sarcastic expression, his voice suddenly sharp: "When I wake him up, I want to see if he is Zhou Yuan's accomplice!"
As soon as these words came out, Yang Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and then she was ecstatic!
