Early the next morning, the two brothers Yu Huanting came and brought a pretty girl with them.
The girl is wearing a pink and white dress, youthful and cheerful, with a sweet smile.
"This is Han Mingke, Mr. Han's granddaughter." Yu Huanqi introduced him actively.
"I've met Mr. An, Mrs. An, and Mr. Wenren." Han Mingke was very sensible and polite, and his smart eyes looked around An Yan and the others.
"I heard that you were going to worship the mountain, so I came with you. Wouldn't it be too presumptuous?"
Wenren Jinping was very fond of this pretty and cheerful girl, not to mention Han Wenzai's granddaughter. He immediately smiled and said: "How could it be? It's not too late to welcome you."
Han Mingke's eyes suddenly turned into a pair of crescent moons as he walked up to Wenren Jinping and said with a smile: "Then, how about I call you Sister Jinping? I always heard Sister Jinping's nickname in Chang'an! Sister Jinping it's beautiful!"
An Yanyou noticed that this girl always glanced at Yu Huanting intentionally or unintentionally, and she felt relieved.
The two women quickly became close and called each other sisters.
Yu Huanting and the others found two luxurious carriages, one for Wenren Jinping, Han Mingke and three women from Huanxi.
An Yan waited for the four men to ride together. Fortunately, there was a lot of space in the carriage and the four of them didn't feel crowded.
Along the way, An Yan asked about some local customs in Chang'an. Extravagance and comparison are very popular here in Chang'an, and the rich and powerful families are very exaggerated. The most famous anecdote recently is that Prince Su built a beauty house. He also invited countless high-ranking officials and concubines to play together inside.
I heard that everyone in this beauty's room was naked.
Wenren Jingheng couldn't help but marveled after hearing this, and An Yan was also surprised.
He was thinking about how Yu Jingtang could safely allow Yu Huanting and the others to study in Chang'an. As the son of the prime minister, Yu Huanting would definitely have access to this social circle. Perhaps Prince Su would have to give in, but according to what Yu Huanting said before , White Deer Academy has very strict rules, maybe it is also a pure land.
Wenren Jingheng asked at this time: "Have you ever been in?"
Yu Huanqi smiled and said: "Students of White Deer Academy have always kept a distance from these things. Mr. Han cannot understand this kind of culture. If he is expelled from the academy by Mr. Han, his career in this life will be considered over."
Wenren Jingheng couldn't help but frown and think hard. His family asked him to join the academy, and he couldn't help but worry about his future.
Yu Huanqi patted Wenren Jingheng on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, those are just some low-level fun. When you enter the academy, there will be more fun things waiting for you."
Yu Huanting also had a look of contempt on his face: "Prince Su has a notorious reputation. He was slapped in the face by that boy Wu Jie before. It's really an embarrassment to the royal family!"
Yu Huanqi also smiled and said: "That's right. Even those who play with him look down on him in their hearts. If it weren't for King Su, this kid probably wouldn't have a single friend."
Before His Majesty the God-Emperor ascended the throne, the Queen had no children. A hundred years later, the government would still have to return to Li, and the lineage of King Su was the most likely to inherit the throne.
But now that His Majesty the God-Emperor has ascended the throne, everything is different. She can accept the harem in a grand manner, and perhaps give birth to another son.
Alternatively, she might also cultivate the Wu family.
While a few people were chatting, the carriage slowly drove out of Chang'an City Gate and headed towards Taihua Mountain.
During this period, An Yan opened the car curtain and looked out. There were many vehicles and even people on foot on the road. As Yu Huanqi said before, there were many people going to pay homage to the mountain.
Near noon, Anyan and the others finally arrived at the foot of Taihua Mountain.
Yu Huanqi asked the coachman to go to a nearby inn to find a place for a few people to stay, so as not to have to stay overnight if they couldn't get back today.
An Yan raised his head and looked up the mountain. He saw lush ancient pines, many waterfalls and springs. It was majestic and graceful. The clouds and mist on the top of the mountain were misty and the mountains were covered with clouds, adding a bit of mystery and profundity.
What a fairy mountain!
An Yan thought to herself.
There are crowds of people, especially at the foot of the mountain, who come to worship the mountain. People can be seen kneeling there and prostrating themselves on the ground.
Yu Huanqi handled the matter very appropriately and led everyone to find a stall to eat something.
There are no high-end restaurants and elegant rooms here. This stall was also temporarily set up by someone. Fortunately, a few people didn't dislike it.
Everyone came to the stone tablet engraved with "Jiuzhou Spiritual Roots, Taihua Immortal Mountain". Yu Huanqi and others bowed their heads, and An Yan followed suit.
Hearing that Jinping was very pious, he put his hands on his chest and said silently in his heart: May my husband and I be safe and happy in the future, and may we grow old together!
Then she opened her eyes and saw An Yan staring at the stone tablet beside her, and asked, "Did your husband pray?"
"Um."
"What is your husband praying for?"
An Yan smiled calmly: "It might not work if I say it."
Wenren Jinping also nodded seriously.
Yu Huanting said: "There is also a monument on the top of the mountain. Rumor has it that if you pray there again, your prayers will come true."
Han Mingke immediately said excitedly: "Then let's go quickly! My wish must come true!"
Wenren Jinping couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Sister, why are you laughing?"
Wenren Jinping rolled his eyes at him: "Don't meddle in women's affairs!"
Everyone started climbing the mountain and stepped into the crowd.
Climbing a mountain is a very physically demanding sport, but An Yan felt that his physical condition was extremely good. He walked for an hour in a row, but he didn't feel tired at all.
On the other hand, the others were all panting.
Wenren Jingheng complained: "What fun is there in climbing mountains?"
“You’ll find out when you get to the top of the mountain!”
An Yan went to help Wenren Jinping: "Shall I carry you?"
Wenren Jinping's face turned red when she heard this. She looked around, shook her head, and whispered: "Thank you, husband, no need..."
Han Mingke laughed at the side and said: "I really envy Sister Jinping. Someone loves her. It would be great if there is someone willing to carry me up the mountain."
Yu Huanting said calmly at this time: "It's almost time to rest, let's continue walking up."
After that, he took the lead and continued climbing the mountain alone.
Everyone laughed, Han Mingke curled his lips, waved his fist at Yu Huanting's back, and then followed him.
Wenren Jinping smiled and said, "Sister Mingke is really cute."
An Yan admired the scenery along the way, supported Wenren Jinping as he walked up, and pulled Huanxi from time to time.
The higher you go, the lower the temperature becomes. The sun continues to move westward, and the wind in the mountains makes you slightly chilly.
An Yan didn't feel tired. He felt that his previous guess might not be false. His body was not an ordinary body.
The special energy in his body kept swimming around within his limbs, making him feel as if he had endless power.
In the afternoon, everyone finally reached the top of the mountain.
Wenren Jingheng sat on the ground, lifting the hem of his clothes to fan himself.
"Dizziness!" he cried.
There are many people on the top of the mountain, as well as many vendors and performers setting up stalls here. At first glance, it looks very lively.
Looking from the top of the mountain, you can see a hazy sea of clouds in the distance, shining beautifully under the sunlight.
"I'm a little dizzy too." Yu Huanqi said, covering his forehead.
Han Mingke looked around and found the stone monument on the top of the mountain. He was about to run over, but he staggered and almost fell to the ground after just two steps.
Upon seeing this, Yu Huanting quickly went to help her.
"Let's take a rest first."
Wenren Jinping also looked uncomfortable at this time and said to An Yan: "Husband, I am also a little dizzy."
An Yan didn't feel any discomfort at all. He thought that everyone might be exhausted and lack of oxygen.
He helped Wenren Jinping sit down on a large rock, and Huanxi came over with a bad look.
Thump~
An Yan suddenly heard a muffled sound, but it was someone who climbed to the top of the mountain behind them. As soon as they arrived, they fainted on the ground.
Something seems wrong...
He looked around and saw that there was nothing unusual about the people who had been on the top of the mountain. They might have adapted and recovered, but the people who came up later had obvious symptoms of discomfort. There were many people sitting on the ground around them, covering their heads and panting.
An Yan looked at Wen Ren Jinping beside him and asked with concern, "How are you?"
Wenren Jinping didn't want to say anything at the moment, but when An Yan asked, she replied with unsteady breathing: "Husband, I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a while."
An Yan frowned secretly when he saw this, but at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't want to disturb you."
An Yan was startled, and his thoughts immediately changed. He felt that the energy in his body seemed to be connected to something.
He tried to reply with his mind: "What did you do?"
The voice rang again: "I'm just practicing here. I accidentally took away a little bit of my spiritual soul from my fellow Taoists. I hope that my fellow Taoists will pay attention."
A little bit of spirit...
An Yan's heart suddenly sank. He looked around calmly, and then his eyes rested on an old man who was also looking at him with a smile.
This old man has snow-white hair and an extraordinary temperament.
"My fellow Taoist is very good at condensing energy. I didn't notice it in advance, so I didn't have time to dismantle this magic circle. Please don't blame me, fellow Taoist. It's just a little bit of spiritual energy from a mortal, it won't affect anything."
An Yan's thoughts were racing at this moment. He knew nothing about cultivating immortality in detail, but he had been influenced by various cultures in his previous life, and he had a rough idea of what the path should be.
What kind of monks and what kind of techniques would seize other people's souls?
Moreover, this thing of soul, just because it sounds annoying, makes me feel that it should be extremely important.
How dare this guy be so unscrupulous and take advantage of others to come to worship the mountain and practice such evil ways!
An Yan asked with her spiritual thoughts: "Have you stolen the souls of all these people who come to worship the mountain?"
The voice laughed and said: "I would not have dared to be so bold before, but now His Majesty the God Emperor has suddenly issued a decree and lifted the ban on us monks, so that I can go out and do some activities. They are just a group of mortals, and I don't want to Their lives.”
"Of course, if fellow Taoist I really don't like what I've done, I'm willing to offer you compensation. This can be regarded as an apology for unintentionally taking away the souls of my fellow Taoist friends. Outside monks are about to enter the customs. I'm also afraid that they will look down on our Xuantang." The monks are eager to improve their cultivation, and I think fellow Taoists can understand it."
An Yan pondered for a while and responded: "I don't need any compensation. I just ask you to return my friend's soul."
But the voice showed a look of embarrassment: "I'm afraid this can't be done. I don't have the ability to do this. Fellow Taoist, you won't force me to scatter my soul, right?"
An Yan suddenly felt that things were extremely difficult to handle.
I don’t know where this monk came from, but he must be stronger than himself, and he doesn’t know how to use any spells.
But what should Wenren Jinping and the others do? Has their soul been taken away like this?
After An Yan hesitated, he asked again: "What will happen if they lose that part of their soul?"
The old man didn't respond, and An Yan noticed that the way he looked at her seemed a little different.
After a while, An Yan heard the voice again: "It's nothing. You just need to rest for a while and you will recover on your own. Although I am a monk, I will not harm the world."
An Yan was hesitant and frowned secretly. She didn't know how credible his words were, but he was on the completely passive side.
The voice added: "Fellow Taoist can also warm up their souls. I won't take much away. It only takes half a day to recover."
An Yan is still thinking.
The voice said sincerely: "If my fellow Taoist doesn't know how to warm up the soul, how about I give it to you?"
After the other party finished speaking, An Yan saw him take out a book, as if he really wanted to give it to her sincerely.
An Yan frowned and showed hesitation.
boom--
A strong wave of air suddenly erupted from the old man's body, and everyone on the top of the mountain, including Wen Ren Jinping, Yu Huanting and others, fainted at this moment.
An Yan's eyes were dazzled when the old man teleported directly in front of him. The smile on his face was gone and his eyes were a little cold.
"My fellow Taoist knows nothing. He turns out to be a half-hearted casual cultivator. Mortals are not easy to kill, but if you kill a cultivator, no one will care. The spirit of a complete cultivator is worth all the achievements I have made in the past two days." !”
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