Drinking and dreaming drunk, I don't know that the East is white.

Wang Lin leaned against the doorrail, and when he opened his eyes again, An Qianxue had already finished his work.

The wind in the forest outside the Scripture Pavilion was loud, and the aura within a radius of a hundred meters poured into An Qianxue's body at an astonishing speed.

But the aura that she inhaled into her body was all like cow mud entering the sea, and it disappeared in an instant, as if it didn't exist at all.

But An Qianxue was neither angry nor discouraged, except for the ten fingers that were deeply clenched into Xiu's palm, which were pinched white by her, there was no trace of annoyance on her face.

Even though she knew that no matter how hard she tried, her hard work would be in vain, but she still didn't sleep all night, didn't give up her cultivation because it was useless, and still diligently gathered her energy to practice.

It's just that after Wang Lin woke up, his eyes became extremely strange, and he stared at An Qianxue blankly.

Not because of the terrifying speed at which she absorbed aura, nor because of the weirdness of her cultivation.

It's because in his brain, he drew a book full of slots:

"Sucking Palms"!

Wang Lin stretched, then jumped to the level position on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

Then facing the window of his own open wooden window, he stood up with his palm, and gently pulled it back, and a strong force rose from his palm, absorbing the fruit and vegetable bags in the room, and the magic sword and wooden stick at the head of the bed.

He put the magic sword on his waist, carried the wooden stick in his hand, grabbed a few fruits casually, and ate them.

After hastily eating breakfast, An Qianxue also collected the exercises, and went to the mountain gate with him to greet the people of Xianyin Pavilion.

"Uncle Shi, thank you."

Halfway through, An Qianxue suddenly lowered her head and said to Wang Lin.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have the qualifications to go to the mountain gate today, and no one would come to inform me, so I could only pretend not to know, and I was inexplicably selected by them, and inexplicably replaced by them, and became a laughing stock."

Wang Lin drank happily and smiled at her:

"Senior nephew, don't think so, the Taoist couple can be successful, not the group, there are indeed some problems with the arrangement in the door, but there is no need to be depressed and resentful because of this, we are fighting in the world of cultivating immortals, in the end, we still need the help of others, these things are not very interesting.

"That Xianyin Pavilion has abundant resources and a solid family background, even the head of the sect has to give up his face to ask them to borrow some jade Jue to subsidize our sect, saying that it is a mutual couple, in fact, the elders on both sides have not paid much attention to us, but they are just borrowing the reason of our juniors to strengthen the exchanges and alliances between the two factions.

"Cultivating immortals, what you cultivate is not fighting, killing and killing, all of your cultivation is human affection."

How could An Qianxue not understand these truths?

But how can she accept this feeling of powerlessness that is completely ignored, at the mercy of others, and overflowing all over her body?

She raised her head and sneered, looked at the figure at the mountain gate, and said abruptly:

"Thank you Uncle for mentioning it, it's a pity that I'm An Qianxue, what I cultivate is to fight and kill, and what I ask for is to be straight and uncurved.

"The two factions are normal exchanges, for the sake of the sect's interests, I can understand, and it doesn't hurt to replace me. But the Holy Son of the Immortal Yin Pavilion offered to replace me, but in the end he didn't even want to write a letter to me to explain, without remembering his childhood old feelings, and with no one in his eyes, he tried to despise and humiliate me. ”

An Qianxue was born in the royal family, and the palace attaches the most importance to etiquette and ceremonies, and there is no room for mistakes.

The Holy Son was also related to the royal family, and had an old relationship with her, and there were frequent correspondence before entering the school, and there was never anything improper in etiquette.

But now he doesn't say a word, he doesn't write a word, he just thinks he never knows An Qianxue.

What kind of villain posture?

Although Wang Lin is not very empathetic, he can also understand where An Qianxue's anger comes from.

But it has nothing to do with him, he just goes to help fill the field, and he doesn't need to express his opinion.

There were a lot of people gathered at the mountain gate, except for the disciples of the Pure Yang Palace Gate who were sent by Li Fu Pavilion to welcome the guests, all of them were the disciples of the Pure Yang Palace who came to join in the fun, and the rest were all the slaves brought by the Xianyin Pavilion on this trip.

As long as there are no disciples in the Pure Yang Palace who are in retreat, they are basically all sent to the mountain gate to greet the people of the Xianyin Pavilion.

But the mountain worship team of Xianyin Pavilion is vast, and at the moment, there are more servants and miscellaneous servants than the upper and lower sects of the Pure Yang Palace combined.

Although they are both Taoists, the gorgeous costumes of Xianyin Pavilion make people never imagine that the two are in the same vein.

Not to mention the elder of the Xianyin Pavilion who has not yet appeared, and how extravagant the true legend and the holy son in the sect are.

Even the slaves and miscellaneous servants who stood aside, bent over and kneeling to hold the treasures, and carried the gift lists, were all embroidered by streamers, wearing a gorgeous crown hat decorated with Zhu Yingbao, and a white jade spirit ring at the waist, like gods.

Although the three of Elder Xianyin, Holy Son, and Meng Shuyue did not appear, the pomp and circumstance in front of the mountain gate was already very scary.

The treasure bottle held in the hands of those slaves faintly attracted the thunder light among the clouds, and the pills placed in them were all high-grade elixirs that could be completely transformed into elixirs just waiting for the catastrophe.

A piece of utensils covered with gold silk and white brocade, from time to time there were a few sounds of phoenixes and dragons, shaking the surrounding aura.

Such a deliberately created momentum, in the eyes of An Qianxue, who was now deliberately ignored by the Holy Son, was even more arrogant and humiliating.

Wang Lin pulled An Qianxue, who was in a bad mood, and stood silently with her, waiting for the three of Xianyin Pavilion to come forward to officially worship the mountain.

The surrounding Pure Yang disciples couldn't help but discuss when they saw the two of them coming together.

Many people couldn't hide their excitement, and their eyebrows fluttered and they gestured to the people next to them, they had guessed correctly before.

Only the initiator, Lu Qingkong, knew what was going on in his heart, and he couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that he had stumbled by mistake and was blinded by the truth.

The originally silent mountain gate instantly stirred up countless undercurrents.

When the servants and servants of the Xianyin Pavilion saw the movement inside the mountain gate, they all showed strange expressions, and they all got out of the way, allowing the personal attendant of the Holy Son, who was standing behind, to come forward.

A majestic and tall figure walked out, climbed the stairs, held the gold plate behind one hand and the other hand, looked at Wang Lin and An Qianxue from afar, and raised his head and said:

"The master ordered me to climb the mountain first and give a sword to Senior Sister Meng's Taoist companion as a greeting gift. He also instructed me to find the poor emperor and give her a treasure pill to save her body, with the righteousness of full acquaintance, since both of them are there, then I will be missing some legs and feet, so I will dedicate the treasure to the two! ”

After finishing speaking, he raised the gold plate in his hand, and two clusters of brilliance shot up, exploding a dazzling light.

In the clouds and mist, a white glazed pill and an ancient sword more than four feet long appeared.

Everyone glanced at it, but saw that a layer of green gas faintly emanated from the scabbard, and the sword was not out of the sheath, and it was already known that it was extraordinary.

Taking this magic weapon and sword as a greeting gift, everyone secretly sighed at the luxury of the Holy Son and the magnanimity of the Xianyin Pavilion.

Whether a sword weapon is good or not, except for Wang Lin, everyone in the Pure Yang Palace knows it at a glance, so there is no need to say more.

But some people couldn't see the origin of the treasure pill, and asked the same sect around him who was proficient in alchemy, and asked suspiciously:

"What is Bao Dan?"

I saw that among the people, all the people who were proficient in the method of alchemy had changed their faces, and they were all secretly angry, and their faces were iron:

"This is to save the vandan! It is specially used for the waste body that is broken by the Dao Foundation, or cannot be cultivated for various reasons, and after taking it, it can give up the original body, and regain a pair of acquired mortal bodies that stop building the foundation and are hopeless for life. ”

As soon as these words came out, the whole Pure Yang Palace was furious.

In an instant, hundreds of angry eyes stabbed towards the tall retinue of the Holy Son.