In the deep night sky, two fireworks illuminated two mountains, reflecting each other's beauty.
Lin Shan watched this scene from a distance under the tree, knowing that Princess Guo and others were not far away and it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.
Immediately return the same way.
Returning to the original battlefield, there was only a mess left on the battlefield, and Master Huang Xian was lying on the ground with his life and death unknown.
Lin Shan hurriedly came to Master Huang Xian. He saw that Master Huang Xian's lower body was covered in blood and flesh. Flying ants were gnawing and laying eggs, and some were coming and going in and out of his intestines. The scene was horrible to watch.
Lin Shan was in a hurry for a while, and suddenly remembered something. He took out the green-robed old man's storage bag, opened it and took out a small tower, and was about to activate the object to collect flying ants.
But the spiritual power in the body cannot be input at all. It turns out that this magic weapon has been sacrificed by the old man in green robe. If you want to activate it, you must first erase the traces of the old man in green robe.
Lin Shan felt sweat on his forehead for a while. Seeing that this trick was not working, he could only use his hands quickly to kill the flying ants one by one by grabbing and pinching them.
At this time Master Huang Xian on the ground slowly spoke: "Brother Lin, don't...don't bother..."
Lin Shan remained unmoved and kept catching insects.
"Brother Lin, I want to ask you something..."
Master Huang Xian struggled to take off the storage bag from his waist and placed it at the foot of Linshan. He was still vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth and his face became increasingly gray. He was already ninety years old, but now his vitality is severely damaged. I am afraid it will be difficult to survive tonight.
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Lin Shan stopped his useless efforts, knowing that Master Huang Xian was about to explain his funeral arrangements.
"In the storage bag, there is a letter... Give it to her... Lingshi... Yichuan... Redemption..."
Master Huang Xian slowly spoke the key points, and the cloudiness in the corners of his eyes had made his eyes blurred. The rest of his voice was as soft as a whisper, like the low buzz of mosquitoes.
Lin Shan quickly leaned over and heard only the last sentence:
"When things are done, I can take care of myself..."
Strong winds came from the mountains, and the fallen leaves rustled all over the sky.
Master Huang Xian lost his voice, his energy was exhausted, and his deadline came early.
Lin Shan watched silently, this old man who had been with him for less than a month. He was an unknown mortal for fifty years, Yi Chuan spent twenty years as a slave, returned to the Nightingale headquarters for another twenty years of debauchery, and finally died in Yanyun.
The unknown depths of the mountains...
"That's all... I'll help you just once."
After looking at the storage bag on the ground, Lin Shan closed Huang Xianshi's eyes.
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A quarter of an hour later, four immortal cultivators with different appearances appeared next to the body of the old man in green robes. Among them, Princess Guo and the middle-aged man in Jinyi were prominently among them.
"It should be the boy who fought with me by the stream that day." Princess Guo checked the green-robed old man's wound and found that there were faint ice residues around it, and concluded that it was caused by Lin Shan's mid-level magic weapon.
"Nightingale guest surnamed Lin?" came the voice of an old woman next to me.
"Who else could it be if he wasn't him?" The middle-aged man in Jinyi said with an angry look on his face: "The old monster in green robe has always been two-faced. He previously hid his identity and secretly leaked the itinerary to us. He also blocked two fellow Taoists from rushing to help Wang Mei and me by the stream."
"We formed an alliance two days ago to track down the two Nightingales, but today he secretly left us and came to eat alone! It's like hunting geese all day long, only to be pecked by geese!"
Several other people also cursed endlessly, saying that the old man in green robe deserved to die. However, after cursing, they all looked at the middle-aged man in Jinyi. It was obvious that he took the lead in his actions.
The middle-aged man in golden clothes looked at the traces of the old man in green robes who had fled, and remained silent.
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One day later, a young man in white clothes walked deep in the Yanyun Mountains and came to a place filled with heavy fog.
"This should be the right place..."
Lin Shan compared the map he took from Huang Xianshi's storage bag and observed it for a long time before confirming that the outer maze of Yichuanfang City was in front of him.
Following the magic spell taught to him by Master Huang Xian, after some execution, a passage as high as a person slowly opened up in the thick fog in front of him, and Lin Shan walked straight in.
After walking about a hundred steps, the surrounding white fog dissipated, and the vision suddenly opened up.
A strong spiritual energy rushed towards his face, and Lin Shan couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. The concentration of spiritual energy was five times that of the outside world, and this was just the outside.
Looking at the green mountains, gurgling streams, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in front of me, I feel as if I have arrived at a holy land for spiritual practice.
Walking along the mountain road for about a few miles, you can see terraced fields on both sides of the mountain, dense canals, rows of golden crops on the field ridges stretching in the wind, and the rich aroma of wheat mixed with spiritual energy blowing into the mountains.
"This is... a spiritual field?"
Lin Shan smelled the moving fragrance and felt the spiritual energy in it, and was intoxicated.
He hurriedly went down the mountain and saw patches of golden wheat ears in the field. The grains on them were large, plump and round in color. Just one look at them made people's index fingers move and salivate.
There are several immortal cultivators far away in the field. From a distance, they seem to be performing magic, sowing and fertilizing, sprinkling water to control temperature, and moving clouds to spread rain.
Along the way, Lin Shan quietly watched these monks working on the farm without disturbing them.
After crossing the field ridges and climbing up another high mountain ahead, I could faintly hear the sound of chatting and laughing at the pavilion on the mountain.
Lin Shan walked up the steps, walked hundreds of steps, and climbed to the top of the mountain.
But I saw flowers on the mountain, bright red, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums gathered all season long. There were five pavilions standing among the flower fields.
In three of the pavilions, there are three or five immortal cultivators sitting in each of them. They are raising their glasses and drinking wine while the water is flowing. While talking and laughing, their hands are constantly changing small spells for everyone's guidance and evaluation.
Lin Shan stepped forward in twos and twos and saw that no one in the pavilion had any reaction when they saw him coming, so he quietly sat down in the corner of the pavilion. While pretending to admire the sea of ​​flowers, he listened attentively to the chatter and laughter of these immortal cultivators.
The monks each took turns to speak. Some told interesting stories about their travels, some talked about their experiences during cultivation, some performed their newly learned spells for everyone to appreciate, and some told some weird stories...
Lin Shan was fascinated by what he was listening to, and wished he could join in and discuss it with these fellow cultivators. However, he knew that he had little talent, little knowledge, and a low level of cultivation. He really didn't have much in his head, so he might make the magnanimous people laugh if he spoke out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Moreover, he is not familiar with the family, so forcing his way in will only annoy people. Now, just hiding in the corner and listening has made him gain a lot.
But at some point, I heard a voice suddenly coming from the pavilion: "Brother Taoist, I just happened to bring back a jar of spiritual brew from my trip to Dayan, why don't we come and taste it together!"
Lin Shan beside the pavilion was suddenly startled and realized that the voice was inviting him. He quickly stood up and saluted, feeling flattered:
"Lin came to Yichuan for the first time. He heard that several fellow Taoists were knowledgeable and talented, and he was intoxicated by them. No offense intended..."
A young man from an aristocratic family dressed in the same white robe as Lin Shan smiled gently, pointed to the seat next to him with his empty hand:
"Brother Taoist, you are welcome. Anyone who comes is a guest. Hurry up and take your seat!"
Four or five people around him nodded their heads and pulled Lin Shan to sit down. Among them, the young man in white who invited him took out a jar of wine and filled it for everyone. In an instant, the aroma of wine filled the pavilion and even spread to several other pavilions.
The monks from other pavilions also came to ask for drinks. The young man in white had a wide circle of friends and would not refuse anyone who came. Everyone talked and laughed, and when they got drunk, they became wild, singing and dancing!
Lin Shan was a little nervous when he first arrived, but he kept nodding his head in praise and taking a sip of wine from time to time.
This wine is indeed what Mr. Bai said, a spiritual brew brought back from the Great Yan Dynasty in the north. One sip of it refreshes the mind and spleen, and the spiritual energy is generated. It can be worth a day of meditation for him!
Lin Shan didn't dare to drink too much. Once he tasted this stuff, he knew it was very expensive. People were willing to use it to adjust the atmosphere, but he couldn't be greedy. He still knew this point.
Through quietly exploring and observing, Lin Shan found that all the young men and women present who discussed Taoism were at least in the late stages of Qi training. Some people's eyes were shining brightly, and they were probably not far away from the release of their spiritual consciousness. It was very likely that they had already completed Qi training and were just short of building Qi.
Ji Lin's kick!
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After a heart-to-heart talk, it was getting late and everyone dispersed.
Some of the companions seemed to be leaving Yichuan, some were walking alone on different roads ahead, and one of the companions opened his arms and exposed his arms, drank until he was unconscious, and fell asleep in the pavilion blowing the mountain breeze.
Before leaving, the young master in white gave some instructions to Lin Shan: "I think Brother Taoist is new here, so you might as well turn right ahead, which will lead directly to Fangshi."
Lin Shan quickly thanked him and asked his name.
The young man in white did not hide his origins and told him that he was from the Gongsun family, a family that cultivates immortality, and his name was Gongsun Yu. And everyone present today is the young masters and ladies of various immortal families, traveling together and passing through Yichuan.
After a brief friendship, Gongsun Yu went down the mountain.
Lin Shan secretly sighed that what he saw today was very rewarding and he never wanted to leave.
Chapter completed!