The selection of personal disciples seems to have affected the nerves of the disciples of the various peaks of the Imperial Sword Villa, and many monks who are qualified to participate have begun to secretly compete and prepare for this matter early.

Wan Qingsong is also one of them. However, he has not been in a good mood lately, and since the last time he came back, he seems to have a big stone in his heart, and he is always restless.

Since he stepped into the sect, he has been smooth sailing, and he has worshiped at the foot of Lei Jian Peak as he wished. Lei Jian Peak is a powerful vein of the sword technique in the nine peaks of the sect, and it is a fierce and unwieldy path, and the overall strength is strong enough to rank among the top three peaks.

After worshipping Lei Jianfeng, his performance was very good, and he was already in the middle stage of condensate before he was forty years old, and he was praised by many division commanders.

Forty years old is not a confused age in the eyes of mortals, but it can be regarded as very young among monks, compared to the long life span of immortal cultivators, his appearance is like that of a mortal at the age of twenty. With such a cultivation, he inevitably has some self-confidence, and he has an inevitable mind about the current number of personal disciples.

However, it was when he was complacent that he saw Liu Yiwen's supernatural skills and unconsciously made a comparison in his heart. No matter how he thought about it, he finally had to face a reality: if he met this son, he had almost no chance of winning.

Liu Yiwen was younger than him, and the sword technique he used was more mysterious. Wan Qingsong carefully observed, this sword should definitely not be given by Yuquan Peak, which made him very puzzled. And the "Yaoli" spirit sword that he inquired about was really extraordinary. If his guess is correct, this sword grade is already of the highest grade, and it is better than himself.

So, he thought about Liu Yiwen's affairs over and over again, as if he was sick.

Thinking that he had easily defeated this son in the sect competition, but now he has become his insurmountable existence, and his heart is really bitter.

......

Liu Yiwen traveled all the way to the northwest, this time he was rich, he hurried during the day, and at night he found an uninhabited cave to meditate and rest. Huanglong Dan has already started to take it, taking advantage of the time at night to refine it, one pill a night.

The effect of this pill is indeed good, and with the refining of Gongsun Qi, a master of the Dan Dao, the medicinal power has increased by three points, making his cultivation more refined. With the Daoist Inner Dan Technique, it was at least twice as fast as ordinary cultivation, which made him secretly happy in his heart.

Recently, he also took out the spirit wine that Jinggu used sake lees to age in the cellar for the second time and drank it, although this spirit wine is not as good as the original wine, but it also has six or seven points of charm, which cannot but be said to be an unexpected joy.

Don't underestimate this sake lees, the spiritual materials in it are many times more precious than those on weekdays, and it can be successfully fermented and extracted successfully, which can be described as a good thing for pies in the sky.

After being aged for a long time, it is also suitable for drinking, not to mention that the taste is really good, and the spiritual power is also full, which undoubtedly adds a lot to the refinement of mana.

In this way, he lived a half-hurrying and half-cultivating life, and a month passed in a flash, and he didn't realize that he had arrived in the territory of Chu'an County. To the northwest is Hongcheon-gun, which borders the Qi realm, and to the north is Seowon-gun.

He thought about it along the way, and planned to go to see Tan Biao first, after all, he couldn't delay it for a few days. When he thought of this, he felt a lot of emotion, so he changed the direction of the light and walked north.

At dusk, he finally arrived, and knocked on the knocker with some eagerness. A thin old man in his fifties pushed the door open, looked up and down, and asked, "Childe, who are you looking for?"

Liu Yiwen smiled and said, "Is Tan Biao here?"

The old man was slightly stunned, and said suspiciously: "Tan Biao? Are you wrong about this son? This is Lu Mansion!"

Liu Yiwen was stunned, looked up at the plaque, and sure enough, the word "Lufu" was written on it. The font is neat, the gold paint is shining, and you can see that it has not been long since it was hung up. His face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Where did the original owner of this house go?"

The old man paused slightly, and there was hesitation in his expression.

Liu Yiwen's pupils shrank, his voice turned cold, and he shouted: "Say it quickly, what's going on?" He was concerned about Tan Biao's safety, and it was inevitable that there was something unkind between his words.

The old man made contact with his gaze, as if a cold air hit his body, trembled, and said, "What the son said is the head of Taizheng Commercial Bank?"

Liu Yiwen thought about it for a while, remembered that Tan Biao did take on such a position, and nodded: "Not bad!"

The old man sighed and said, "My master has just moved here, and this house was bought from Taizheng Trading House. Later, after talking with the neighbors, I learned that the original owner of this house was a dart surnamed Tan in the trading house. ”

Liu Yiwen listened a little anxiously, but it was not easy to interrupt the old man's narration, so he listened to him patiently.

"In fact, the neighbors all think that Mr. Tan is very righteous and very enthusiastic, but he ......"

"But what?" Liu Yiwen said hurriedly.

The old man looked around and looked around, as if he was afraid of something, hesitated for a moment, and whispered in his ear: "I heard others say that it seems to have offended the gods?"

Liu Yiwen's head buzzed, and he lost his voice: "Immortals?!" Of course he knew that the immortals in the mouth of mortals were referring to them immortal cultivators, but how could Tan Biao offend the monks?

It stands to reason that he would not be a mortal who would have anything to do with immortal cultivators under any circumstances, of course, he was an exception.

After hearing this news, his heart sank violently, although immortal cultivators would not kill mortals at will, but under the anger, no one could guarantee that they would do anything. And the destruction of one or two mortals is probably a trivial matter in the eyes of the monks.

He froze in place, his mind racing through his thoughts, thinking of many possibilities.

Seeing that he didn't move, the old man muttered again: "It is rumored that he pestered a certain fairy, made her move his mortal heart, provoked several immortals to come and make him difficult, and arrested him to the Heavenly Palace." Then he shook his head, "Alas, fairies are also acceptable to me, mortals. ”

Liu Yiwen raised his eyebrows, a spiritual light flashed through his mind, and he said, "Fairy?"

The old man snorted, "I also listened to others!"

Liu Yiwen's mind changed sharply, and he guessed that most of the "fairies" in the old man's mouth were Yu Qiuqing, and when he returned to the sect from Jinggu more than a year ago, he also helped her bring a letter to Tan Biao.

I just felt that Xianfan was different, and I didn't think much about it, and I felt sorry for the two of them. Who would have thought that things would go so far.

Tan Biao was taken away by the people of Xianyinguan, and I don't know what happened now.

After figuring out this joint, he thought about it for a while and decided to go to Xianyin to watch Tan Biao first. In any case, find a way to save his life. After all, this person is kind to himself, how can he sit idly by?

His face was heavy, and he turned away, turning into a ray of light and galloping north!

The old man suddenly felt a flower in front of him, was shocked, sat down on the ground, and exclaimed again and again: "Immortals! Immortals!" Liu Yiwen couldn't hide it in a hurry, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.