The slender fingers of the plain-clothed scholar gently played with the messenger flying sword from Sanqing Mountain, saying that his little junior brother was really okay, and he only went to the mountain for a while to refine the messenger flying sword that belonged to his own mountain, not bad, but the mountain spirit monster called Qingyu who helped take care of Sanqing Mountain earlier should contribute a lot, and next time if you have the opportunity, you have to pay attention to thank you. Regardless of whether the other party has the intention of stammering or not, helping is helping, and the cycle of cause and effect is a great good......

Pang Beidou urged to check quickly, where are you rummaging, Zhang Xianjun angrily threw the flying sword in the latter's hand, and said that you are in a hurry. Pang Beidou was ashamed to say that if I come, I will come, not just a mountain formation, what to show......

The Chuanxin Flying Sword was in the hands of Pang Beidou, the big gentleman who was good at deduction, and before he could cover the heat, he threw it back into the hands of the plain-clothed scholar, saying that this Raush Zi Formation Talisman, why is it so complicated, I think it will take some time to unravel it, you can come directly.

The plain-clothed scholar rolled his eyes at him and said, "This mountain god Qingyu was valued by Xuancang back then, and it is not unreasonable to take care of the ownerless Sanqing Mountain, just this is just the tip of the iceberg The plane talisman formation can be seen, and his formation attainments are definitely not ordinary." ”

Pang Beidou put his hands around his chest, looked at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and said to himself: "That's it, even I think it's a bit cumbersome, this kid seems to be really accomplished......"

Zhang Xianjun directly ignored Pang Narcissism, who was standing on the side and talking to himself, staring at the flying sword talisman, it was actually very simple, just now he glanced in, the complicated and cumbersome formation entrance in the eyes of others was like paper paste in the eyes of this Confucian sage, and it could be broken.

The flying sword engraved with the three big characters of Sanqing Mountain was suspended in the air above the palm of the plain-clothed scholar.

Pang Beidou moved lightly and stood behind the plain-clothed scholar, leaned his neck to look at the rare scene in front of him, he deduced the hexagram like that, and he also dabbled in the formation, but it was not too fine, and now the saint deduced the formation in front of him, but he had to take a good look, after all, in the peaceful world today, there are very few opportunities for the saint to make a move, but the opportunity to watch the saint shoot from the side like Pang Beidou is even rarer......

The plain-clothed scholar's mind moved slightly, and the Messenger Flying Sword moved, slowly moving to the place in front of him to eat, and stopped in the air. Zhang Xianjun stretched out his right hand, and made a sword finger, and the moment he touched the flying sword, the talisman on it bloomed with white light, and he was very resistant to this. Zhang Xianjun's face was expressionless, his sword fingers were slightly forced, and the light emitted by the flying sword slowly extinguished, and finally turned into a faint streamer, walking on the surface, no longer resisting.

Pang Beidou said: "I thought you had some good way to break the ban on flying swords, but I didn't expect that it was to make this Laoshizi brute force to forcibly break the flying sword qi luck valve and forcibly enter it to explore information, boring, boring......"

The plain-clothed scholar pointed at the sword and had already submerged into the hilt of the sword engraved with the formation talisman on the Chuanxin Flying Sword, and entered two inches, like a sword swallowing his fingers.

Zhang Xianjun said expressionlessly: "What do you know, the talismans engraved by the formation refined by this Chuanxin Flying Sword are not ordinary, just hit the painting scroll engraved on the top of this talisman Sanqing Mountain The painting scroll engraved on the top of this talisman is refined by introducing the main luck of Sanqing Mountain, Dao Yuan, this kid is generous, just for the mountain master, he just raises as much luck as he plays, it is really luxurious." ”

The plain-clothed scholar continued: "What is engraved under this talisman is a picture scroll of prosperity at the foot of Sanqing Mountain, where ordinary people live in groups, and a beautiful picture scroll of the water and water spirits in Sanqing Mountain......

Pang Beidou said: "How long has this kid been in office, Sanqing Mountain's luck is used to refine the mountain messenger flying sword talisman, although this thing only needs to be refined once to worry about it, but this needs to be assisted by a huge mountain qi operation, is the luck stored in Sanqing Mountain enough?"

The plain-clothed scholar said: "Sanqing Mountain was originally a famous Taoist immortal mountain, and this bit of luck is still enough for him to build. ”

Then the sword finger easily untied the three formation runes, and found that there was still light in them, and the sword finger continued to probe, and found that there was a small person sitting in the void, and when he got closer, Zhang Xianjun was happy, isn't this the kid of Daoyuan. In fact, after breaking the three runes, he already knew the content of the flying sword message, but at the same time, he took a closer look at the gestures of the villain sitting cross-legged in the space of the talisman, and the next moment, the face of the Confucian Temple who had been practicing for many years was half green, and the villain actually stretched out his arm and pointed his middle finger at himself......

Zhang Xianjun gritted his teeth - steadily withdrew his sword finger, and exited the hilt talisman around the way he came.

Pang Beidou asked, "How is it, what is the flying sword talking about?"

The Confucian sage, who was talking about childish words, said calmly: "On the twelfth day of next month, the opening ceremony of Sanqing Mountain, I specially invited the immortals to descend to the city lord to watch the ceremony. ”

Pang Beidou smiled: "This kid, the development is very fast, I'm still worried that Qingyu guy will stumble on Xiao Yuanzi when the time comes, it seems that I think too much." ”

Zhang Xianjun nodded, and then his mind moved, according to the way he came, with a light wave of his right hand, the content of the flying sword was restored as before, and it fell into the space of the sword hilt rune, and the three rune formations that were cracked and opened by him were all restored to their original appearance, and the flying sword was intact and restored as before. However, when the flying sword was restored, the void villain in the shape of Dao Yuan was very angry with him, after all, he was a little doll, and he acted so naively.

After that, Zhang Xianjun's mind moved slightly, and the Messenger Flying Sword disappeared in front of him and flew into the orbit that was frozen in time, and after returning to its original state, at the suggestion of the plain-clothed scholar, time resumed flowing, and the Messenger Flying Sword disappeared into the air as if it had just arrived here without stopping, and flew into the Immortal Descending City Lord's Mansion......

Pang Beidou folded his robe, his eyes stared at the direction where the messenger sword disappeared, and muttered to himself, "How can the invitation to observe the ceremony of Sanqing Mountain not be sent to Lizhou, in the early years, the world was peaceful, and the gods and monsters in the mountains followed the imperial decree according to the mountain, and there were many opening ceremonies at that time, but they were only invited to the mountain gods and monsters of a continent. ”

The plain-clothed scholar, who was already lying on the recliner and felt the aura of heaven and earth with his eyes closed, moved his lips slightly, and said: "Qing Yu naturally thought of it, otherwise this Xiaojian would not have arrived here. ”

Pang Beidou turned his head to stare at someone on the recliner and asked, "How do you say this?"

Zhang Xianjun slowly raised his arm, bent his arm and pointed at himself, and then slowly put it down, he didn't want to speak, he pouted, he was really stupid enough, with this IQ, I really don't know how to climb to the thirteen realms of the cultivation avenue, alas......

Pang Beidou oh ~ snorted, clapped his palms, didn't see the corners of the disdainful mouth of the plain-clothed scholar, no wonder, this Qingyu Mountain God has also been a mountain master for hundreds of years, and has been taking care of Sanqing Mountain for some years, Sanqing Mountain has not been listed in the court brochure of the previous new mountain lord, which is now suddenly announced that there is a mountain lord who has been empty for hundreds of years Sanqing Mountain to take office as the new mountain god, and the head is a little brighter will check the background, this check, the relationship, it is conceivable, the mountain master is the world's Daozang, who is the Taoist teacher, who is the senior brother, so that the immortals descended as the place where the saint was born, and naturally made an exception in the list of invitations to the ceremony......

Pang Beidou exclaimed: "This Qingyu has a lot of thoughts, even you have thought of it, but the mountain gods like them below should know about the trivial rumors on your side, even if they don't know everything, they should know a little bit about it, so they are not afraid of annoying you?"

The plain-clothed scholar did not answer, and the venue was silent......

Pang Beidou looked back, this guy was asleep, walked to the recliner, raised his foot and kicked the leg of the recliner, "Hey, ask you, I will be angry if you treat your eldest brother like this." ”

After a long while, Zhang Xianjun quietly opened one eye and said, "Did you give Dao Yuan anything when you sent him to the bottom of Zangfeng Mountain?"

Pang Beidou said: "Give, give some clothes or something, after all, I don't have anything for him, it just so happened that I brought the golden silk cloak robe you gave a few years ago, so I gave it to Yuanzi." ”

Zhang Xianjun said: "Yes, that robe is recorded in the imperial court holy book, everything given to the Temple of Literature on the Nishang Pavilion, including what was given to which saint, is recorded, and you can know it with a little attention, as for the Tibetan Peak Mountain, I noticed it in my early years, that mountain is different from other mountains, and the four seasons flow all year round and do not use mana to change into four seasons like spring, compared to the mountains in the world, it is also unusual." ”

Speaking of which, Pang Beidou understood in his heart, it seemed that the golden silk Arhat white jade robe he gave to the mountain god Qingyu to see, and his eyes were really vicious enough......

Sanqing Mountain sent a message, and the flying sword turned into a streamer and fell into the hands of Cui Hathan, the immortal descending city lord.

This city lord who has been sitting firmly in the position of the city lord for hundreds of years and personally renamed the former Chaoshan City as the Immortal Descend is not young, and some of the fold marks left by the years can be seen on his face, to say that people who have cultivated to this realm want to have a youthful face, and a little magic used by the mountain fairy can beautify the face permanently, but maybe this city lord feels that he is too young to sit in this position and can't suppress the subordinates below.

Just imagine, the high-rise of a city is a group of old and rare people, and the city lord is indeed a young man with a white face.

Cui Hathan waved his hand to open the Transmission Flying Sword, looked at it for a few seconds, and after thinking about it, it was as much as a quarter of an hour.

Qing Yu saw who Dogen was wearing, but Cui Hathan didn't know, this invitation to watch the ceremony was sent here, how would he reply, after thinking about it, he clapped his palms, no matter how much, as the lord of the city where the saint was born, he was naturally on the side of the saint.

Then a messenger flying sword belonging to the Immortal Descending City Lord's Mansion flew into the sky and disappeared......