In the Wuyou Town Inn, Lu Xinrui looked out the window anxiously. It had been drizzling all night. Until it gradually cleared up this morning, she didn't see the figure in pink clothes.
Since they separated that day, she waited for a day and two nights without seeing Yan Mingxiu come back. She became more and more anxious and couldn't help but ask aloud: "Has Senior Brother Ji arrived? We have waited for so long, why hasn't my uncle come back yet?"
She asked many times but did not see an answer from Yan Nianxin in the room. She began to murmur in her heart. She suddenly sat up from the chair and walked to the door to question him: "You should say something! The pestle at the door is like a piece of wood. It's really I’m so anxious!”
Yan Nianxin was like an ant on a hot pot at this moment, but he didn't dare to lie to her. Just because he knows that Lu Xinrui cannot be deceived the most. If the lie is exposed, he will ignore you for half a month at best, or directly draw his sword and attack. He has suffered this pain over the years.
"If you don't tell me, I'll go look for it myself!" Lu Xinrui said as she stood up and walked out. Seeing that Yan Nianxin couldn't stop him, he said truthfully in his heart: "My foster father met Junior Brother Ji last night."
"Okay! Even you lied to me, but I'm so nice to you on weekdays!" Lu Xinrui was so angry. On weekdays, no matter how her uncle teased her, she was just showing off her temper, but what happened today was that she deliberately deceived her. How can I endure it!
"I, I didn't..." Yan Nianxin was a little confused. How dare he lie to his junior sister? The reason why he hesitated not to say anything was because he was afraid that she would worry. Moreover, it involved the forces of the Demon Sect, and the degree of danger was self-evident.
The two were in a stalemate, and they heard two or three monks downstairs speaking with strong Xiliang accents, discussing intensely about a very exciting thing that happened in Wuyou Town this morning.
I heard a young man in his early twenties slamming the table and saying boldly with the strength of his wine: "I don't know which immortal family made it. It's really a relief!"
The middle-aged man sitting at the same table with them quickly looked around and saw that there was no one in the inn. He was relieved and asked the waiter to bring a pot of sobering tea and asked in a low voice: "Junior brother, did you see it with your own eyes?"
Before the young man could reply, another young man replied excitedly: "Senior brother, don't you believe it? Everyone in the town has seen it, how can it be false?"
The waiter served them a pot of tea. Seeing the three people chatting lively, he couldn't help but interrupt: "What the three young heroes are talking about is that County Magistrate Kong was hanged in front of the county government office this morning?"
The three of them nodded in unison. The older monk pulled down the waiter's shirt and said cautiously: "Do you also know about this?"
When he mentioned this, the waiter nodded excitedly, raised his eyebrows and replied, "The county government office is not far from here. I have quick legs, so I happened to see the excitement, but my shopkeeper knows the whole story best."
The three of them hurriedly greeted the innkeeper who was settling the accounts and sat down at the same table. They poured wine and tea to entertain them. The innkeeper was so hospitable that they saw that there were not many customers in the shop, so they stopped delaying.
He stretched his head and glanced at the door, and said in a low voice: "This matter started at sunset the day before yesterday. The largest restaurant in the town was engaged in reselling fairy weapons. Forced buying and selling happened from time to time. Last night, they even blatantly robbed a diner of an immortal weapon. The people in the town dared to be angry but dare not speak out because there were many forces involved behind this, and County Magistrate Kong in the town was one of them."
"This is happening!" The three of them were shocked and looked incredulous. Wuyou Town has always had simple folk customs and strict governance, and nothing like this has ever happened.
The innkeeper sighed heavily and continued: "As the saying goes: if you always walk by the river, your shoes will not get wet. What happened to the restaurant owner the day before yesterday was not a good thing. The owner lost his life and the waiter was missing. Really unhappy retribution!”
The three monks felt much better after hearing this. The four of them raised their glasses and drank two glasses of wine. The shopkeeper continued: "Just as the people in the town were applauding what happened the night before last night, this morning Magistrate Kong was tied up. Gao Gao Hanging it high in front of the county government office, constantly mumbling about his crimes, it’s really satisfying!”
After hearing the ins and outs of this matter, the monks all cheered: "Hahaha! It seems that this Kongzhi County can't survive anymore. Let's wait for the Holy Lord's sanction!"
The four of them drank happily for a long time, and the innkeeper left because he was busy with something else. The topic of the three monks returned to the matter of Magistrate Kong being kidnapped. The older monk said with a look of reverence: "I guess it must be Nine." The Cangxu Sect of the Jie Mountain, they have often helped out the injustices at the foot of the mountain over the years. I heard from the store owner just now that the man was graceful and dressed in green clothes. Could it be that the Immortal Fairy from the Cangxu Sect came to the world again? "
The two young men disagreed and joked: "It has been ten years. If it is really the Immortal Princess of the Cangxu Sect, I am afraid she will be old and yellow, hahaha!"
The chatter and laughter of the three people gradually became louder, which alarmed a rich middle-aged man sitting at the next table. The man gently stroked his smooth chin and said calmly: "This is wrong! How can a person who cultivates immortality see it?" I tell you the truth, I am already in my sixties, can you tell?"
Lu Xinrui, who was still eavesdropping on the second floor, suddenly panicked. She was very familiar with this voice. This person was none other than her father's fourth senior brother Sheng Zhibai. But why is the fourth uncle in Wuyou Town? If her father knew that she secretly went down the mountain, her mother would have to lecture her, and it would be difficult for her to go back down the mountain...
Lu Xinrui was just thinking about how to deal with it when the words of the young monk downstairs came to her ears again: "I really can't tell, at most forty!"
People who cultivate the truth have many desires, but in the end they want nothing more than to prolong their lives and stay young forever. The three monks are all outer disciples of Wangyou Wuji Guan. Although they worship under the No. 1 Immortal School of Taoism, they are still outer disciples. There is no master to teach them personally. In addition, the rules and precepts of the sect are not strictly observed on weekdays, and the Taoist teachings The essence will inevitably miss the point.
The older monk stood up, raised his hands and asked for advice: "What kind of skills has the Immortal Master mastered? How can he live such a free and carefree life?"
Sheng Zhibai waved his hand, took a sip of tea, and said modestly: "A casual cultivator is not worth mentioning, and he cannot be called an immortal!"
The three monks were still going to ask questions, but Sheng Zhibai couldn't help but walked up to the second floor, murmuring constantly: "I was lucky enough to have a chance encounter with that Fairy Fairy back then. She was dressed in blue clothes and fell gracefully to the ground, with a gentle and quiet appearance. , compassionate, gentle, and caring about the world, she is truly worthy of the reputation of the 'Peerless Fairy'..."
Sheng Zhibai walked to a guest room on the second floor and stopped. He raised his hand and hesitated for a moment but still did not open the door. He just stood outside the door with eyes like lightning. Yan Nianxin didn't hesitate too much, pushed the door open and saluted respectfully: "Uncle Sheng."
Sheng Zhibai is the leader of Qingying Peak. He has cultivated to Nascent Soul Dzogchen. He is the fourth junior brother of the leader of Xuhai. He is a glutton for food and wine and often goes down the mountain to this Wuyou Town to satisfy his craving.
Yan Nianxin and Lu Xinrui were both in the realm of expelling objects, so there was no way they could escape the insight of the Nascent Soul realm. Moreover, he and Yan Mingxiu often went down the mountain to practice, but they often met Sheng Taobai, so there was no need to worry too much about showing up today.
But Lu Xinrui was different. She went down the mountain privately, and she was going alone. She felt guilty and her tone was lowered: "Uncle Fourth, don't take me back, okay..."
When Sheng Zhibai saw Lu Xinrui surrendering and admitting her mistake, most of the anger in her heart disappeared, and she immediately returned to her usual generous and kind demeanor. She walked through the door with a quick stride, touched Lu Xinrui's head, and said softly: "Silly girl, if you don't want to go back, don't go back." , It’s just you and this kid..."
Sheng Zhibai looked at Yan Nianxin with sharp eyebrows, his eyes full of contempt and dissatisfaction, and the atmosphere in the room instantly solidified. Just as Lu Xinrui was about to explain, Yan Nianxin hurriedly handed over and resigned. He knew exactly what he meant, and returned to his room next door with his head lowered without saying a word.
It is not etiquette for a man and a woman to live in the same room, and it is appropriate to be lectured by the uncle. The two juniors did not take it to heart, but this matter was secretly seen by someone hiding in the dark, and they felt uncomfortable... .
Yan Mingxiu subconsciously held the folding fan at his waist. He seemed to have the same expression as usual, but he was no longer calm in his heart: "I didn't expect this old guy to arrive too. It's really troublesome! Is Brother Wang still coming?"
Wang Yuanting narrowed his slender eyes and gently waved the black iron fan in his hand. Yan Mingxiu's words were obviously trying to drive people away. In addition, the Cangxu Sect had another Nascent Soul Realm master. This small Wuyou Town was really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.
He followed Yan Mingxiu for two days and felt that this person was unfathomable and he knew that he was no match for him. Although the two of them have similar cultivation levels, Yan Ming's skills are complicated, he controls the talismans and seals used by Kong County Magistrate, and he even belongs to the Demon Sect.
After weighing the pros and cons, he couldn't continue to bother him now, so he should go back to Yanyue Sect to report the matter of Wuyou Town to the sect leader.
Wang Yuanting cleared his mind and immediately handed over his hand to say goodbye: "Since Brother Yan has something difficult to do, I won't bother you anymore. Let's just say goodbye!"
Yan Mingxiu didn't say much. He held up his hands and walked away from Wang Yuanting. There were quite a lot of things that he had to do recently...
Half an hour later, Yan Ming repaired his clothes and knocked on Lu Xinrui's door.
The door was opened immediately. Before Lu Xinrui could question her, she looked up and saw Yan Mingxiu looking embarrassed. She understood instantly: "Oh! You didn't take me with you because you dislike my low cultivation level, right?"
Yan Mingxiu stood with his hands behind his back, stroking the fingertips of his right hand, smiling without saying a word.
Lu Xinrui's face turned red from suppressing it. Yan Nianxin, who was next door, heard the commotion and came over. Seeing Yan Mingxiu bullying Lu Xinrui again, he hurriedly said: "Little junior sister, don't worry, you and I are both at the third level of repelling things, so why should we dislike her?"
After hearing this, Lu Xinrui's expression softened a little, and Yan Mingxiu's eyes lit up: "Third level of driving away objects?"
Yan Nianxin achieved the Perfection of Expelling Objects a few years ago. It will not be difficult to reach the Golden Elixir stage after practicing for a while. How come his cultivation level is declining instead of rising now?
Yan Nianxin was worried and hurriedly called out: "Father!"
Yan Mingxiu immediately stopped talking, looked like he suddenly realized something, and grabbed Yan Nianxin's neck to take him out of the door.
Lu Xinrui didn't see the secret message between the two, and directly grabbed Yan Mingxiu's sleeve and asked, "Uncle, where is Senior Brother Ji?"
Yan Mingxiu shrugged his shoulders and replied calmly: "I'm leaving. Did I come back with you to see you?"
"You don't mean what you say! Humph, I don't believe I can't find it!" Lu Xinrui rushed out of the inn after saying this. Yan Nianxin was about to chase after him, but Yan Mingxiu stopped him with a folding fan.
I saw him saying to Yan Nianxin with a bad smile: "Tell me, you are obviously at the Great Perfection of Expelling Objects, how can you be at the third level of Expelling Objects?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Yan Nianxin had no choice but to confess and beg for mercy: "I have runes painted on my body that hide my cultivation. Please keep it a secret for me, stepfather, and don't let Xin Rui know about it. I beg you."
"Begging me?" Yan Mingxiu smiled bitterly. He thought these two words would never be spoken by Yan Nianxin, but he didn't expect that it was for the little girl.
"It's not impossible to keep a secret for you, but from today on, you have to listen to my orders." Yan Mingxiu rubbed the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly a plan came to his mind.
When Yan Nianxin saw Lu Xinrui running away, he didn't have time to think about it and replied directly: "I promise."
