"I've never been anyone's master, I don't know if it's fun to take in apprentices, why don't I also take in an apprentice to have fun?" An Yun said to himself.

The corners of Mingyue's mouth twitched when she heard this, and she wanted to remind her that the apprentices were not taken in for fun. But after hesitating for a while, he wisely decided to pretend not to know, and instead intended to dispel her sudden magical idea with something else.

"Landlord, you haven't instructed yet, what should we do in the future?"

An Yun looked back at him strangely: "Didn't you say just now, we will also go to Xuantian Sect to congratulate in a month, don't you know what to do in the future when the time comes?" If we can befriend Xuantian Sect, then what are the three factions we afraid of? If the other side does not intend to meddle in our affairs, we will continue to fight guerrilla warfare with the three factions of them to see who can survive. However, if the Xuantian Sect is on the side of the three factions, it will be easy to do, run for your life. ”

Mingyue was choked by her irresponsible statement, and it took a long time to stare at her eyes and relieve her breath, and she said angrily: "Xuantian Sect Qinghua Zhenren has a month to celebrate his thousand-year birthday, so what should we do this month?" Continue to hide in shame, playing children's hide-and-seek with the three major sects? ”

An Yunyan looked at Mingyue and said seriously: "I remember that a mortal once said, 'Dragons can be big and small, and they can rise and hide; The big one is the clouds and the fog, and the small one is hidden and hidden; Ascending soars between the universe, and hidden lurks within the waves'. Now that the thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi is in decline, it is like a newborn dragon, only lurking in the turbulent deep sea, accumulating strength day and night, and when the time is ripe, it can soar into the sky. So, there is no shame in our hiding. It is shameful to lose one's life in vain in a moment of anger. ”

"During this time, don't face the three factions head-on, you must avoid them. At the same time, you can't let the other party be too relaxed, and harass and hit the other party from time to time. Remind the three factions of our existence at all times. ”

It was difficult for Mingyue to understand An Yun's approach, according to what he thought in his heart, if anyone deceived the door, even if he knew that he was invincible, he would have to fight, and even if he died, he would die in a dignified manner. This is the common idea of ordinary cultivators, and the path of cultivation is to go against the heavens, and there are countless crises in life, and they must be overcome one by one in order to attain the great path.

Brave the rapids, sailing against the current. Knowing that you can't do it is the path of monasticism. If you retreat and dodge when you encounter a crisis, your Dao heart will inevitably be affected, and your cultivation will also be delayed.

But how does a monk like Mingyue, who grew up in the sect, know the mentality of the scattered cultivators? The scattered immortals have no guidance and no sect protection, and they live a day of fear and fear, for them, living is the first priority, and everyone is dead. What monasticism to talk about?

Almost all of the more than seventy foundation building period monks brought back by Bei Daosheng were born as casual cultivators, because they did not feel ashamed of An Yun's approach, and even admired them quite a lot. I just feel very happy.

If An Yun had asked them to guard the Bibo Gorge and fight to the death with the intrusive Yijian Gate, I am afraid that they would have been scattered long ago, where would there be the current thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi?

Moonlight sprinkled. Falling in front of the window of another wooden building, the old man with snow-white hair in the window couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. muttered in his mouth: "The thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi, this name is very good." That's a great name! ”

Tsing Yi is also willow Xiangye.

At the beginning, the owner of the thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi Willow Lane was the most famous emperor in Izumo Province, Dazai Liu Qingyi, who acted as the prime minister, did the emperor's things, looked down on the world, and became the supreme mortal and famous through the ages.

An Yun reorganized Kuaiyi Gate in Tsing Yi Willow Lane, where Emperor Dazai Liu Tsing Yi lived in danger, and named it Tsing Yi Thirteenth Floor. He also used the change of the dragon as a metaphor for the situation of the thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi at this time, and his ambition was not far-reaching.

Bei Daosheng listened to An Yun's words, and completely put his mind at ease, he understood that An Yun was really hearted, and Kuaiyimen would one day be able to laugh at the world.

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The Longyang Empire is in the middle of Linhai Continent, with an area of only tens of kilometers, which can be described as the smallest country in Linhai Continent.

However, everyone in Linhai knew that in ancient times, the current territory of the Longyang Empire was just a royal inner city.

After the disappearance of Longyangzi, the Longyang Empire gradually declined, and the former land was annexed little by little by one country with the support of the monastic sect, and only the Longyang Imperial City was retained, which is now the Longyang Empire.

The Longyang Empire has less than 2,000 troops all year round, most of which are concentrated in the royal guards, and there are no troops stationed on the border, and it is difficult to see one or two soldiers even in the domestic fortresses.

The breeze drove the carriage quickly on the official road, and the horse's hooves made a crisp sound on the stone slabs. An Yun sat in the carriage and looked at the tall city gate in front of him.

The green wall is majestic, made of incomparably hard iron and stone, and the city gate is lacquered, and the momentum is brilliant. It's a pity that there are only two lazy soldiers guarding the door, which suddenly makes this majestic city lose its solemnity.

Qingfeng drove the carriage without pause, and entered directly through the city gate, ignoring the two of them telling him to stop and check.

The two soldiers were blinded by the dust splashed by the horse's hooves and wheels, spit a few times, cursed angrily at the carriage An Yun was riding, and then dozed off against the city gate on the right and left.

An Yun couldn't help but shake his head when he saw it, the most important imperial capital of the Longyang Empire was so undefended, no matter who it was, entering the emperor was comparable to entering a no-man's land. It's ...... that this empire can last for tens of thousands of years. It's really overwhelming.

Qingfeng seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and with a cold face, he just urged the horse to speed on the bustling street, causing pedestrians on the road to avoid scolding.

Qingfeng is a skilled driver, driving through crowded streets without facing anyone's clothes, and ignoring the abuse of pedestrians. But after a cup of tea, the carriage stopped in front of an inn.

An Yun saw that Longyang City was so prosperous, and suddenly had the idea of playing. She has been a human being for two lives, and when she thinks about it carefully, she suddenly realizes that her life is nothing but cultivation or cultivation, and she doesn't seem to remember the last time she visited a mortal city.

She got out of the car, didn't want Qingfeng to follow, told Qingfeng to arrange accommodation and carriage, and then turned around and walked into the bustling city.

An Yun believed in the reins all the way, and on the way she walked, the crowd parted to both sides like a tide, and it seemed that there was a big invisible hand that gently tossed everyone in front of her on both sides.

The streets are lined with shops, and the streets are lined with stalls of small vendors. The cries of selling came and went, and the sounds of bargaining rose higher and higher.

An Yun looked at it curiously. Listen curiously, and find it interesting to see anything. Listening to the quarrel, I felt relaxed, like a girl who had not left the pavilion who secretly ran out of the inner courtyard, and looked at the one in front of her curiously.

Such a time is too rare for her, she has lived for many years, has traveled many places, experienced many things, many have forgotten jì, and many have not forgotten.

Ever since he was a teenager and embarked on the path of cultivation with a scroll of ancestral notes, An Yun has completely escaped from the mortal world. She didn't think about it and didn't regret it later. Because she didn't have time to think about it. All her time was spent cultivating, planting spirit grass, alchemy, hunting, and fleeing......

The life of a monk belongs to the mountains and forests, to the caves, to the sparsely populated places where animals are extinct, and not to the bustling and noisy cities.

An Yun was walking and walking, and was suddenly bumped. She turned her head to see a middle-aged vendor holding a sugar gourd stick.

When the peddler saw that he had bumped into a girl, a smile of embarrassment appeared on his loyal face, and he nodded apologetically at her. He bowed down and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, girl, did I hit you?" ”

An Yun was stunned. Seeing that there was no trace of aura on this peddler, he knew that he was not a cultivator. The vigilant heart was relaxed. She has a protective aura on her, and it stands to reason that mortals bump into her. It will only be gently pushed away, and it will never hit her. I think it was because she was distracted just now, and she didn't know if the protective qi was gone.

An Yun smiled faintly and planned to continue walking.

"Girl, you wait." When the peddler saw her turn to leave, he hurriedly shouted.

An Yun turned his head and looked at him quietly.

The hawker was quietly watched by her clear eyes as a mirror, and for some reason he was a little nervous, wiped the unnecessary sweat on his forehead, and said with a sneer: "I bumped into the girl, I'm really sorry, I'll give you a string of sugar gourds, you take it and eat it, it's very sweet and clean." ”

An Yun was stunned again, as if he didn't know what to do with the matter in front of him, and only whispered after a while: "I didn't bring any money." ”

The peddler hurriedly shook his hand and said repeatedly: "Don't want money, I bumped into the girl, and I will apologize to you." ”

An Yun didn't quite understand, he just bumped into her, why did he give her a string of sugar gourds? She was cautious and cautious, and had always believed in the principle that people must have a plan under the courtesy, so she did not say anything, and looked at the vendor again fixedly, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

She didn't know that there was a big difference between a cultivator and a worldly person, and her temperament was like a difference between clouds and mud. Although her dress is unusually ordinary, she is out of place when she stands on the crowded street, as if she stands tall and arrogant.

The hawker had sharp eyes, and saw that she had a noble temperament, and was worried that she had collided with a certain nobleman, but fortunately, this nobleman did not seem to be domineering and did not blame him. After returning the favor with a peach, he opened his mouth and sent An Yun a string of sugar gourds to express his gratitude.

Seeing that An Yun only looked at him but didn't speak, the vendor was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Since the girl doesn't like it, then I ......"

Before he could finish speaking, someone next to him shouted: "Hey, I bought all the sugar gourds that sell them." Hurry up, sir, I'm in a hurry to go back. ”

Seeing that there was a big business, the vendor couldn't take care of An Yun anymore, so he hurriedly looked at the person who spoke, and didn't forget to return loudly in his mouth: "Okay, you wait a minute." ”

The person who came was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, quite tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked a little naïve. He was dressed in precious silk and a bright moon of immeasurable value tied to his belt, and he rode on a horse and leaned down to look at the vendor.

"This master, there are a total of thirty-seven strings of sugar gourds, two cents each, and the villain gives you a total of seventy cents except for the odds." When the peddler saw that the person was dressed richly, the smile on his face became brighter.

The young man casually threw down a piece of silver, snatched the rod in his hand, pulled the reins of the horse and was about to leave, and did not forget to say: "The more you will be rewarded by the master." ”

The hawker was overjoyed and bowed down again and again to thank him.

The young man ignored it and pulled the reins again, but strangely found that the BMW under him was still motionless.

He looked down strangely, only to find a white jade palm resting on the horse's chest, stopping him from moving forward. (To be continued......)