Daoyan Sect, in front of the mountain gate.

"I'm leaving."

Lu Xuan was dressed in white and stood with his hands in his hands.

can't stand the stubborn stalking of the disciple Sun.

In addition, Qingyangzi gave another condition that Lu Xuan couldn't refuse-

Judging from the news of the Tianshui Temple, the dead city is likely to be an ancient relic from the very old age.

The laws of heaven and earth shown in it are all somewhat different from those of the Cangyuan Realm.

Lu Xuan felt that if he entered this city, he might be able to touch the bypass and comprehend some things, which would help the baby.

So the ancestor of the Jindan period, who had been at home for almost a thousand years, finally decided to go down the mountain for a walk.

"Congratulations to Uncle Zu—"

Qingyangzi raised his hands together, fairy wind bones, and fluttering clothes.

Beside him, there was also an old man standing, who also bowed his hand with a very respectful expression.

It is Qingyangzi's junior brother, Fengyangzi.

Lu Xuan bowed slightly.

In Qingyangzi's generation, there are a total of four people.

Respectively, the four words of bright, moon, clear and wind are used to take the road number.

Since 200 years ago, Mingyangzi and Yueyangzi have been seated one after another.

The only people in the sect who knew about the existence of Lu Xuan, the ancestral uncle, were Qing and Feng.

Lu Xuan remembered that Yueyangzi ...... It should be the descendant of one of his sisters.

The master has ascended to immortality, and he has a senior brother who has fallen outside, and there are also junior brothers who have sat down in the long years.

In the end, even the descendants of the junior sister were sent away by Lu Xuan.

"Uncle Zu, have you brought all the things?"

Kiyoko asked.

Lu Xuan raised his hand and showed his green jade wrench:

"It's all in there."

"I went out this time, I don't know how long it will take to come back, you keep that pair of baby calligraphy and paintings, if there is a disciple to break through, you can use it."

Lu Xuan says:

"Also, in the drawer in my room, there is a scroll of calligraphy and paintings, which contains seven sword qi, and when you encounter an enemy who can't be defeated, you will unfold the calligraphy and painting, and then send me a message."

"Yes."

When Qingyangzi heard this, his heart was settled.

After explaining the corresponding matters, Lu Xuanyi raised his hand.

A cyan bamboo leaf was thrown by him, turned into a light boat, and was suspended in the air.

"Let's go!"

The white-clothed and black-haired young ancestor stepped on the bamboo leaves, and with a soft sound, he turned into a streamer and fled away.

Qing and Feng didn't leave immediately, and watched Lu Xuan go away.

………………

Three days later.

Xiaoshui City.

Inside an inn.

Lu Xuan got up in the morning, pushed open the window, and felt the morning sun.

On the table by the window was a copy of the Xiuzhen Daily, dated today.

Lu Xuan doesn't read newspapers much, because he can often turn to the obituaries of the deceased, which makes people feel bad.

The founder of Xiuzhen Daily is one of them.

The idea of creating a daily newspaper for monks was inadvertently mentioned by Lu Xuan back then, but he didn't expect it to be made by that person.

In recent millennia, obituaries of old friends have disappeared.

Probably because Lu Xuan has been going down the mountain less and less frequently over the years, and there are fewer and fewer new friends.

And the old friends who know each other are also sitting.

Even if he is a monk in the Mahayana realm, his lifespan is only 5,000 years.

Some bloodlines are special, such as the Spirit Turtle Ancient Wood cultivation formation, which can live a few more years.

But in front of the eternally young Lu Xuan, they will eventually grow old.

"Xiuzhen Daily" is edited and printed by [Sancai Academy], only doing news and not editorials, and the daily newspaper covers a wide range of contents.

The old ancestor of the Daoyan Sect, who has been retired for many years, doesn't care about the affairs of the world, and only watches lace news.

For example, the wife of a certain sect leader was abducted by a disciple, for example, the master of a certain sect has finally turned around, for example, a certain boss has endured humiliation for many years, and after taking charge of a faction, he wants to take revenge on his cousin, but in his excitement, he mistakenly orders the pursuit and killing order into a killing order......

I felt the strangeness of the world, and flipped through the serious content, but I didn't see any news related to the weird ancient city.

The Cangyuan Realm is so big, and there are countless gods and ghosts that happen every day.

Sancai Academy is a newspaper agency, not an intelligence agency.

The location of Tianshui Temple is remote, and it is normal for Xiuzhen Daily to not report on the birth of the dead city.

………………

Inside Xiaoshui City.

"The teleportation array is about to open, please queue up in an orderly manner for those who have paid the spirit stones......"

At the entrance of the teleportation array, a monk in armor shouted to maintain order, and a little mana was used in his voice.

The monks in the audience were bustling, and Lu Xuan was also among them.

He wants to go to the territory of Tianshui Temple through the teleportation circle.

It's not that he can't fly over directly, it's just that Lu Xuan is really a little tired of things like traveling with the sword and taking the flying magic weapon.

Only newcomers who have just started will be keen on flying with Edgeworth, and treat their swords as if they were their other half in love.

An old monk like Lu Xuan, who has been fighting the sword for 9,000 years, can only have the feeling of "touching your hand is like touching my own hand".

Commonly known, tired of.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized.

It seems like he hasn't used a sword in a long time.

With this in mind, he took his saber out of the storage magic weapon, held it in his arms and touched it twice.

Lu Xuan's sword has a scabbard and is decorated with spiritual jade, which is very warm to the touch.

The slender sword body was close to his heart, trembling slightly, like a deep resentful woman abandoned by a scumbag, conveying the idea of faint resentment.

"Hey, don't be so perverted......"

The corners of Lu Xuan's mouth twitched, and he pressed the sword rubbing in his arms, and used the art of the mind to communicate with the sword spirit.

"Okay, okay, I won't let you stay with a sword this time...... In fact, I have been in retreat for nearly 100 years, and I have just come out, and I will come to see you soon. ”

Real men don't make drafts when they talk nonsense.

"What? What do you say Jindan has closed for a hundred years...... No, how can a sword spirit know so much? You don't care about human affairs. ”

was coaxing his own sword spirit, Lu Xuan's pace slowed down slightly, and he saw someone step forward to join his team.

Slightly dissatisfied, he reached out and pressed his hand on the man's shoulder, pulling him back.

When the person who cut the queue turned around, it was a big man, with a rather majestic figure and a face full of meat.

The big man snorted, and his eyes were full of anger:

"You kid ...... intentionally"

Before he could say the second half of the words, he swallowed them alive.

Because at this moment, he sensed the breath on the other party-

Gold...... Elixir?!

And it's also Jindan Perfection.

“…… If you have an opinion, it's just that I don't listen. ”

Only the big man in the foundation building realm suddenly whispered, and changed his words stiffly, and his face turned purple.

"Line up at the back."

Lu Xuan raised his hand and pointed.

"Yes!"

Without hesitation, the weak Tsukiji Monk staggered to the end of the line and lined up honestly.

The surrounding monks also felt the aura on Lu Xuan's body, and they all took half a step back.

Generally speaking, the main ones who use the teleportation array are the Zhuji and Jindan period monks.

Body forging and qi refining cultivators have just entered the cultivation realm, and they don't have many spirit stones on their bodies, so they often can't afford to pay for the teleportation array.

After arriving at the Yuanying Realm, the monk will begin to retreat for a long time, and the number of times he will go down the mountain will be greatly reduced.

At the same time, the monks of this realm pay attention to pomp and circumstance, go out to sit on private treasures, and fly in the sky.

As the saying goes, it is not common for the old monster to be born, and the villains of Jindan are everywhere.

Jindan is a very delicate realm.

After the monk is knotted, the mana in his body will take a qualitative leap, and his combat power will be greatly enhanced.

Although the monks of this realm are not enough to be compared to the above, they are more than enough.

So when Lu Xuan went out, he was never looked down upon.

At that station, everyone else was afraid of him.

………………

"Little friend, please stay."

After getting off the teleportation array, not far out of the city, Lu Xuan heard someone shouting behind him.

When I looked back, an old man in black robe was standing there.

The old man's clothes were printed with a tripod-shaped pattern, his hair was white, and he had a bit of fairy wind bones.

"Is the old man looking for me?"

Lu Xuan said.

"The old man is just near the teleportation array, and he is preparing to hand over a batch of new disciples with the elders of my sect, seeing that Xiaoyou is extraordinary, he intends to leave this inheritance to you, I don't know if you are willing?"

The old man spoke, straight to the point.

There is a strong man's qi on his body.

Lu Xuan slightly perceived——

Wow, Yuan Baby Boss.

"Thank you for the kindness of the old man, but I already have a teacher, so it is inconvenient to re-apprentice."

Lu Xuan waved his hand and casually found a reason to refuse.

He had encountered this kind of thing many times before.

Walking on the road in a good manner, someone will give him a chance.

What took him as a disciple, gave him merit, and recruited him as a son-in-law......

What is the gift of magic weapons, the gift of elixir, the gift of Taoist couples......

There was even a time when a demon monk was chased and killed, and he happened to bump into Lu Xuan.

Mo Xiu was seriously injured, probably because he wanted to pull a passer-by into the water to block the knife, so he stuffed the treasure he robbed with his life into Lu Xuan's arms.

As a result, before he could finish speaking, he died with a bang.

Lu Xuan has a lot of inexplicable inheritances, all of which come from this.

"Aren't you kid bluffing me? In today's major sects, how can anyone wear such white clothes? ”

The old man looked incredulous:

"I guess your sect is also not well-known...... Let me tell you, our Danding Sect is a master of transforming gods, and you can't waste your talent......"

Lu Xuan: "......"

It turned out to be a strong sect of the gods, and it was disrespectful.

He suddenly remembered that his clothes were a popular style among the disciples of the Daoyan Sect nine thousand years ago.

The popular costumes in the spiritual world are always changing.

The head of the mountain on the portrait of the patriarch was wearing a gray robe, and at that time everyone was dressed more conservatively, and the color of the clothing was dark, advocating the dark color.

When Lu Xuan apprenticed, it was popular to wear a white-clothed imperial sword, and the fairy spirit was flying around, and the fairy was stepping on white silk under his feet.

The geniuses of the current sect all wear green shirts, those with rich families will raise white beasts, and barefoot is popular among fairies.

He is worthy of being a strong person, with keen observation and details.

Fashion is a circle, and I don't know when it will turn back.

Lu Xuan still misses the era of white silk stepping on and stepping on in his heart.

"If I don't go with you, you're going to keep pestering me?"

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment and then said.

"The old man can't watch Puyu being buried, even if he is tied up, he will tie you back to the sect."

Yuanying Monk snorted, his attitude very resolute.

The negotiation was fruitless, and Lu Xuan sighed:

"Dare to ask which direction your faction is?"

The old man put one hand behind his back, raised his hand and pointed at it, and his face was proud:

"Eighty thousand miles northwest of here, it is the station of my Danding Sect!"

“…… That's pretty close. ”

Lu Xuan thought for a moment.

The Danding Sect Elder was puzzled.

Before he could ask, he heard a clear voice sound—

"In that case, I'll give the old man a ride."

Before the Danding Sect elder could react, a pair of white palms grabbed his arm.

A faint clear glow flowed from between his fingers, and a mysterious mana sealed the cultivation of the Danding Sect elder, making him unable to move.

The next moment, the elder was picked up by Lu Xuan, spinning like a big windmill.

"Walk you!"

As soon as Lu Xuan let go, he pulled out the frightened old man.

The dignified primordial infant powerhouse had no power to resist, screaming and going up to the sky at the same time, turning into a streamer and disappearing.