After crossing the mixed cave, a weak feeling of stagnation came. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in another world, it was Yecheng above Zuzhou.
Yanhuan looked up and saw the familiar sky, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. His life had not been so stable in the past few months.
Although the Xuan cultivators had not yet broken up with Yunmeng Pavilion, he himself was well aware of the turbulent undercurrent beneath it.
If someone else takes action, with the Dayan Xutian Cauldron protecting him, Yu Huan will not be afraid at all, but with the fierce god Tang Yuan by his side, the pressure on him is too great.
It was only at this moment that Yu Huan let go of the worries he had been holding on to. In the East China Sea Yunmeng General Pavilion, even three or five Yuanshen True Immortals could not cause any trouble.
Seeing that the cultivators were still chatting, Yu Huan took the lead and said, "I hope you will forgive me. I have to go back to the pavilion first, so I will have to drink and chat later."
Yunmeng Pavilion's plan for this trip was basically a complete failure. Everyone also knew that when Yu Huan went back, he would never simply return to life, and he might even be punished.
At this juncture, they didn't say any more sarcastic words, and all "understanding" allowed Ruan Huan to fly away first.
After the monks from Yunmeng Pavilion left, only the East China Sea Immortal Sect monks were left in the sky, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Li Xuanfei flew in front of Tang Yuan and said with a smile on his face, "Fortunately, Brother Taoist chose me to practice in Yuquan Mountain, otherwise it would be me and other Xuanmen people who flew away today."
The two of them had discussed the matter while chatting, so there was no need to hide it at this moment and they spoke out directly.
Tang Yuan smiled and replied: "A certain family is used to being undisciplined. It's okay to practice in a mountain gate. If I were asked to mix with the family, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the patience and would end up being nasty."
"It's the best, it's the best." Li Xuan held up his palms and agreed, "As a practitioner, what we seek is to be free and at ease. How can we compromise our status and end up as a servant and a guest? No matter how nice they say it, He’s just a first-rate domestic slave with a foreign surname.”
"Hahahaha, what Brother Li said makes sense." Lin Qingyuan laughed and said beside him, "In the family, blood is the most respected, and there are big differences between the direct descendants, let alone the people with other surnames? If Brother Jun agrees, With the invitation from Yu Huan, I can guarantee that fellow Taoist monks will never be able to practice in peace at Yu Huan's house."
After he came closer, he raised his hand and sighed: "Brother Li got a big deal this time and robbed Brother Jun to go to Yuquan Mountain. Lin is really regretful."
Li Xuan looked proud and said: "Brother Lin's words are wrong. That's because the Taoism of Yuquan Mountain is suitable for Brother Jun. The two of us hit it off immediately, how can we talk about each other? If you don't come to Yuquan, how can you still have Brother Jun? Go to hell, can't you practice the thunder method?"
"I have always heard about the reputation of Shenxiao Thunder Technique. If I have a chance the next day, I will definitely go to Shuize to make trouble."
"Hahahaha, then Lin is looking forward to seeing you from fellow Taoist. The scenery in Shuize is one of the best in the East China Sea!" Lin Qingyuan said with a bold smile.
The cultivators chatted for a while, and a female cultivator from Miaoyin Pavilion suddenly said: "Seniors, if you are not satisfied with chatting, why not go to my Miaoyin City and sit cross-legged for a while? The current generation of my sect is walking and is about to be born. Xiao Nizi is an accomplished disciple in singing and dancing, and is the most qualified disciple of our sect in the past thousand years."
Tang Yuan looked around and saw that this woman had a peach-shaped face and a graceful figure. What was even more rare was that she could speak clearly and her voice was charming and low, with a slight hoarseness, but it was very pleasant to hear.
Their cultivation level is just that of Yin Shen, and they are considered the weakest among all the cultivators. In their words, they put themselves in a slightly lower position.
As for Miaoyin Pavilion, it is one of the most famous among the Xuanmen in the East China Sea, almost as famous as Shenxiao and Shangqing, and much more famous than Yuquan Mountain.
Of course, it has nothing to do with strength, it's just that in the past generations of Miaoyin Pavilion, they were all beauties with unparalleled appearance, elegance and refinement, and they followed the path of idols in the earthly immortal world.
Moreover, when you travel around the world, you will inevitably have all kinds of emotional entanglements with the proud disciples of various sects. This is a bloody drama that has been staged in the earthly and immortal world for hundreds of years, which makes people want to stop.
Lin Qingyuan squinted his eyes and said jokingly: "Then I'm interested to see it. I still remember Fairy Shi Hui three thousand years ago. Her talents and qualifications are the best among her peers. I don't know how many people have Bai Yueguang in their hearts. I am one of her admirers." It doesn’t even rank in the top ten.”
The female cultivator from the Miaoyin Pavilion looked dark for a moment after hearing this. Shi Hui was the most outstanding disciple of their Miaoyin Pavilion in the past ten thousand years. She was a first-grade elixir and the seed of the soul.
Many elders believe that she will definitely achieve the state of Yuan Shen and lead the sect to greater heights.
But the disciple who had such high hopes fell deeper and deeper into the love tribulation, fell in love with the contemporary devil of Jiuyou Dao, and even died in his hands.
Since the death of Shi Hui, Miaoyin Pavilion has not had a new soul for three thousand years. If the sect had not still had a three-declined patriarch sitting in charge, it would have fallen from the first-class immortal sect in the East China Sea long ago.
The female cultivator quickly adjusted her expression and said with a smile: "Talent and talent are important, but for monks like us, it is just one of the conditions, not even the most important ones. In the end, we can cultivate the Yang God, Yuan Only those who are spiritually righteous can be called successful.”
Lin Qingyuan smiled and said: "Although those who walk fast may not be able to walk long, people with extraordinary talents will always have more opportunities than mediocre people. The talents of this generation's walking are actually comparable to Fairy Shi Hui , I am more interested in it.”
As he said this, he turned to look at Tang Yuan and Li Xuan, "Brother Jun, what do you think of Brother Li? This first trip to the Miaoyin Pavilion is a new thing in my practice world in the East China Sea."
Li Xuan looked at Tang Yuan. Although he wanted to return to the mountain gate immediately and settle everything, he still had to see what Tang Yuan wanted.
This person who has just entered the immortal world may be interested in these trivial activities. If he does not agree, it will not be beautiful.
So he added: "So that Brother Jun will know that the day when Miaoyin Pavilion Walking was born, it can be regarded as a small social gathering in East China Sea. Many music masters in the world will attend, and the younger generation of heroes in East China Sea have just completed the Hundred Cities Tour." Bi, most people will go here. If Brother Jun is interested, you can take a look."
Tang Yuan's eyes moved and he said with a smile: "It sounds interesting. If it is a hero of the younger generation, I would really like to see it."
When the female cultivator from Miaoyin Pavilion heard this, she quickly bowed and saluted: "Senior, if you are willing to come here and give me some advice, it will be a blessing to that girl Fang Nichang!"
Fang Nishang, it is indeed her! Tang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. In his previous life, this Miaoyin successor had a lot to do with him.
After Tang Yuan formed the elixir, he became the Holy Son of the Blood Sea Dao. At that time, Fang Nishang had already gained a great reputation and was known as the White Lotus Fairy.
I don’t know what she was thinking, but she insisted on following the example of her ancestors, feeding the devil with her own body, and trying to save Tang Yuan from evil and return to righteousness.
Instead, he was infected by the Tang Yuan Demon and turned into a fan-wielding goddess under him. The consequences of this incident were even more serious.
In the end, the entire Miaoyin Pavilion was expelled by Tang Yuan and the inheritance was cut off.
After deciding to visit Miaoyin City, Tang Yuan and the many monks said goodbye for the time being. He and Li Xuan went to Yuquan City first, temporarily delaying their trip to Yuquan Mountain.
