Chapter 258: The Patriarch of the Sword Sect
“Is it difficult to save an immortal?” Liang Yan murmured first, then chuckled: “My fate is up to me and not God!”
He said in one word Then, without the slightest hesitation on his face, he immediately took a big step, and followed what Lao Jin said before, guarding the Lingtai and Qi Luck Dantian, and then jumped towards the shrine.
Oddly enough, the shrine was obviously only the size of a lantern, but Liang Yan was in mid-air, and his whole body shrank unknowingly, and finally he actually jumped in.
Buzz!
There was a roar, and just as Liang Yan entered the shrine, his mind was in a trance, and then a soft force surrounded his whole body, making his whole body lazy, as if he was unwilling to use even the slightest strength.
Before he could react, this force lifted him into the sky again. He was in a trance, as if his soul had left his body, but his physical body was still there.
This feeling was so weird that it gave Liang Yan a dreamlike feeling, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger. In desperation, he had no choice but to stick to the mourning platform and maintain the last bit of clarity.
Just when he was confused, his whole body was wrapped in a transparent bubble, gently floating out of the window of the hall, and flying above the thousands of miles of white clouds outside.
It was just that Liang Yan was high in the sky, looking around at this moment, but saw that everything around him had lost its color. The original jade railings of the Immortal Palace and the colorful clouds have all turned into black and white. The vast fairyland was slowly unfolding before his eyes like an ink painting.
"Why is there a black and white picture in my sight? Is this the technique of 'Mysterious Immortal Traveling'? Could it be that my soul has left my body and is heading to the underworld?"
Liang Yan's mind surged. There were countless questions, but his thinking was getting slower and slower, a wave of tiredness emerged, and he could hardly raise his eyelids.
Gradually, he was too lazy to think about it anymore. At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he seemed to see himself passing through a plaque named "Yunxiao Palace" and flying into a magnificent palace. , and saw another huge landscape group portrait.
"Master-uncle, master-uncle!"
A burst of urgent shouting woke Liang Yan up from the chaos. He slightly raised his drooped eyelids, feeling a sense of weakness and exhaustion all over his body.
What I saw here was an extremely simple thatched house with a sandalwood table and an old teapot on the table. There was a lot of dust on it. It had obviously not been used for a long time.
And now I am sitting cross-legged on a stone bed. Apart from this table and a bed, there is no furniture in the room. It is simply a bit monotonous and harsh.
“Is this already within the scope of Shangjing Yuan Tu?”
Liang Yan murmured, with many thoughts coming to his mind. However, the next moment his face changed drastically, and he felt a little shocked. He said: "Huh? Where is my spiritual power!"
It turns out that just now he habitually mobilized the spiritual power in his body, but he found that his meridians were empty, with no trace of spiritual power remaining at all.
Not only that, even the physical strength that he was proud of disappeared at this moment. He could clearly feel that he was no different from ordinary weak scholars.
“How could this happen!”
Liang Yan’s heart was in turmoil. He was never afraid of encountering unknown dangers, but was afraid of losing his ability to resist dangers. In panic, he subconsciously reached out and touched his waist. He felt a little more at ease until he got a scabbard that was as warm as jade.
“Fortunately, the Dingguang Sword is still with me.”
Liang Yan lowered his head and looked at the sword that was taken from the hands of his former enemy. He gradually calmed down and began to secretly guess again. This is a weird situation.
However, before he could figure out the current situation, the man outside the door shouted again at the top of his lungs: "Master-uncle, master-uncle! Now is the time when our clan's life and death are at stake. How long will you, old man, continue to retreat here?" This person's voice was urgent and exciting, which made Liang Yan in the room frown secretly and thought to himself: "Is there another powerful person here?"
"Lao Jin said that I only have three hours to find the remains of the Qing Emperor in the world of the painting, and I must not neglect it at all! It is better to go out and find someone to inquire about the world in the painting. The situation in the world, let’s make detailed plans!”
With his mind made up, Liang Yan jumped off the stone bed and walked towards the door of the thatched house.
Squeak!
The rotten wooden door was slowly opened. Liang Yan glanced outside and was surprised to see a thin Taoist boy, kneeling with his legs on the ground, kowtowing towards the thatched house.
"Uncle Master!"
As if hearing the sound of the wooden door being opened, the Taoist boy was trembling and he hurriedly raised his head. There was blood on his forehead, obviously he had kowtowed a lot before, and his cheeks were stained with tears, and he looked sad and angry.
However, all the sadness and anger, the moment he saw Liang Yan, actually disappeared from his face in an instant, and was replaced by an exciting excitement.
“Uncle Master, you finally woke up from your trance!”
The Taoist boy shouted loudly, and at the same time he stood upright, but his legs still remained in a kneeling position, and he crawled towards Liang Yan "thump, thump, thump!" on his knees.
"What are you doing?"
Liang Yan's face changed slightly. He didn't react for a moment, but this person hugged his legs tightly. However, although he has lost all his spiritual power now, his six senses are still there. With just a slight induction, he already knows the details of the Taoist boy in front of him.
"He has no spiritual power! He is just a mortal with good martial arts skills!" Liang Yan thought to himself.
Thinking of this, he felt a little calmer, but the Taoist boy at his feet seemed to have met a savior. He hugged Liang Yan's thigh and cried: "The evildoers of the Demon Cult are besieging our Kunwu Sword. Zong, we have now reached the sword trial stage. If you don’t come out, Master Master, I am afraid that the hundreds of years of inheritance of our sect will be completely cut off today.”
Liang Yan frowned slightly after hearing this, and immediately shouted: "What Kunwu Sword Sect, what uncle! You are talking nonsense"
However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and in Xiao Daotong's eyes A look of doubt flashed across his face, and he couldn't help but raise his head to look at Liang Yan, only to see Liang Yan staring blankly at a Bagua bronze mirror hanging on the lintel, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Uncle Master, what's wrong with you?" the little Taoist boy asked curiously.
Liang Yan stood silently and did not reply to Xiao Daotong, because he was also in a state of turmoil in his heart at the moment.
On the lintel, what was reflected in the Bagua mirror was an old man wearing a Taoist robe, with white beard and white hair!
"This is me?!"
Looking at the old face in the mirror, Liang Yan couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart.
(End of this chapter)