Fang Nan's eyes fell on the face of the person who came, slightly stunned, and a little surprised in his heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The black-robed Taoist priest was none other than the big man named Fang Yan he had met in Jixian Mansion City, he hadn't seen him for a year, although the other party's cultivation was still at the sixth level of qi refining, but his breath was a lot more condensed, and it looked like he had newly cultivated a relatively advanced exercise.

Seeing Fang Nan's eyes, the black-robed man laughed, arched his hand and said, "Brother Fang Dao, it's been a long time." ”

"A year in the blink of an eye, it's not too short, don't come unharmed. Fang Nan smiled slightly, and politely returned the salute.

Although he and this person met because of a skirmish, but later they had a very happy conversation at the wine table, and it was also a friendship.

"The last time we saw each other was in the cold winter, but this time it was the late autumn of another year, and I thought that Daoyou would return to the East China Sea after a trip to Dazhou, but I didn't expect to see each other again. ”

"It's a coincidence. ”

Fang Nan smiled, how big the world is, even if it is Jixian Mansion, it is also hundreds of miles in radius, with dozens of cities under its jurisdiction, and it is also a kind of fate to meet in the same inn in this giant city by the river.

However, when he heard the other party talk about returning to the East China Sea, he couldn't help but feel dumbfounded in his heart, when he first came to Da Zhou, in order to hide his unique background, he made up such a statement from the territory of the East China Sea Sword Sect, and now when he heard this again after a year, he felt a little emotion out of thin air.

Glancing at the black-robed man, Fang Nan didn't want to mention this matter more, but the current situation was no longer necessary to hide, he chuckled, and said: "After leaving that day, I worshiped under the Yuqing Sect, where is there still the idea of returning to the East China Sea, just like Daoyou is now in the Taiqing Taoist Temple, do you still want to go back to do loose cultivation?"

I saw these mortal Taoist priests of the Taiqing Taoist Temple looking at the big man one by one, and then remembered the other party's plan when he met this person, Fang Nan just groaned slightly, where did he not know that the big man had already joined the Taiqing Taoist Temple.

The black-robed man glanced at the black-robed Taoist robe on his body, and said with a little embarrassment: "This is also a matter of no choice, who will let you join the Taoist temple and have the opportunity to worship the immortal gate." ”

After all, his tone in the inn at the beginning, but he sneered at the Taiqing Taoist Temple itself, and complained that the original Taoist temple quota excluded ordinary casual cultivation, and now he has become a Taoist priest in the temple, and it is inevitable that he will be a little embarrassed in the face of the old people who have heard his remarks.

But the next moment, the black-robed man seemed to remember something, his face changed, and he looked at Fang Nandao in disbelief: "Daoist friend just said that you are a monk of the Yuqing Sect now?"

Fang Nan was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the other party to care so much about this, but after thinking about it, this low-level casual cultivator in front of him, who was unable to enter all sects, and the Yuqing Sect was even more unattainable in the eyes of the other party, and it was normal to have this reaction.

"It's just a foreign affairs disciple, it's not worth mentioning. Fang Nan shook his head absently and said.

"That is already stepping into the immortal gate above, and the road will be smooth in the future, far from being comparable to me. The black-robed man sighed with some envy.

......

On the other side, all the Taoist priests in the lobby had fallen into a state of shock and numbness at this moment.

They never thought that their uncle, who had always been famous for his majesty and unsmiling words, would show such a warm and intimate attitude towards outsiders at this moment, knowing that this kind of treatment was never enjoyed even by the old man.

Especially when this outsider is none other than the white-clothed young man who was killed by them in array and regarded as a demon of the Demon Sect, after this kind of absurdity and shock are combined, all that is left is a burst of fear.

As Daoist disciples, they are not as ignorant as ordinary mortals, and they still have some understanding of the existence of immortal cultivators.

So in a moment, one after another eyes converged towards the purple-clothed Taoist standing at the front.

The purple-clothed Daoist's face was even more difficult to see at this time, and the conversation between the black-robed man and Fang Nan did not mean to evade, and it fell into his ears word for word.

Judging from the meaning of the words of this master who makes him extremely awe-inspiring on weekdays, the young man in white is not only his old friend and old friend, but also an immortal master who has cultivated to a higher level.

For him, who has read the Tao Tibet, the immortals are all out-of-the-world masters who eat and sleep in the open air, and collect essence and replenish flowers, how can such a great power be understood by himself?

How could he be reckless and mistakenly see the other party's methods as the ghost steps of the Blood Demon Altar?

Thinking of the kind of immortal methods that Shi Bo had revealed in himself before, the purple-clothed Taoist was trembling in his heart, his whole body was cold, and dense cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He actually relied on his outstanding swordsmanship to dare to make a move against such an immortal family, if he really provoked this immortal family, I am afraid that he would be ...... with a wave of his hand

For a moment, his mind was in a trance, and the conversation at the door became more and more ethereal, and in a state of confusion, he could only vaguely distinguish what the immortal master was continuing to greet with his uncle.

I don't know how long it took, a faint voice suddenly sounded:

"Ann Shi Nephew. ”

Hearing his own name, the purple-clothed Taoist was excited, and quickly reacted, and just raised his head, but he happened to meet the cold gaze of the black-robed man without the slightest emotion, and hurriedly agreed: "The junior is here." ”

"I also know about the previous things, Brother Fang Dao's strength is even higher than that of your uncle and me, you actually dare to make a move on him?" the black-robed man said coldly.

"Yes...... It's the younger generation who is reckless, and he can't see the identity of this senior, and he hopes that the master will forgive his sins. ”

His face trembled, and the purple-clothed Taoist replied tremblingly.

"Forgive sins? Hmph, what's the use of looking for me if it's not a weapon? You should also ask Brother Fang Dao, you still haven't opened your eyes yet, is it a pig's brain?" The black-robed man sneered and said, but he didn't leave the slightest emotion, and scolded the purple-clothed Daoist for being bloody.

The purple-clothed Taoist nodded hurriedly, his legs were weak, and he knelt down directly in front of Fang Nan, kowtowing his head, and said with tears in his eyes: "It's the junior who is blind and doesn't see the identity of the immortal master, and I ask the immortal master to forgive me, and ask the immortal master to be gracious......"

Fang Nan looked at the kowtow-like purple-clothed Taoist in front of him, the other party was dusty at the moment, his Taoist robe had already been messy and torn, and he was extremely embarrassed, where was the dusty temperament and high-minded mentality when he first entered?

Even the people with the highest status and the strongest strength among mortals are just ants in front of immortal cultivators?

Although Fang Nan didn't look at mortals and pigs and dogs at the same time, after thinking of these words at this moment, he looked at the appearance of the Daoist in front of him, sighed slightly, and still noticed a slight change in his mentality.

Whether it is provocation or begging for mercy, because the other party is just a mortal, he can't make any waves in his heart, and he doesn't have much interest in it.

Speaking of which, four or five years ago, I couldn't have ignored it so indifferently, right?

Although there was emotion, but it was only fleeting, Fang Nan sighed secretly, his eyes moved away from the purple-clothed Taoist who was crawling on the ground, he gently shook his sleeve robe, and said lightly: "Get up." (To be continued.) )