Nan Fuguang couldn't see where the woman came from.
Those who practice immortality and enter Taoism start from the initial life of the swirling sea of consciousness, to the entrance of the Qi refining stage, and then experience the foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, leaving the body, transforming into immortals, and overcoming tribulations, and finally achieve great success.
Since the world lost the blessing of the Sand Tuo Cracked Sky Tree, for thousands of years, civilization has stagnated, and there are no people who have finally achieved great success in cultivating immortals and becoming Taoists.
Now the entire continent is divided into two by the Impure Sea. On the east and west coasts, there are thousands of immortal sects, large and small. Among them, the east coast is home to eight of the ten largest sects, including the Yuntian Sect.
In the last sect election, Yuntian Sect ranked third in overall strength because of its Yunshang Immortal Master and the unique Guixing Pavilion, which specializes in recording historical development in the world of immortality.
Counting all the sects on the east and west coasts, most of the registered inner sect disciples are basically traveling in the Qi refining stage. Occasionally, a few people break through to foundation building and can already become senior brothers or sisters of the sect.
The banquet is the stage of transforming into an immortal. For thousands of years, few people can surpass him.
Nan Fuguang was in the final stage of foundation building and was considered a leader among his peers.
In the world of cultivating immortals, to tell the strength level of an opponent, one must either rely on the person reporting his or her family status, or a monk with a much higher level than the opponent can guess one or two.
So to sum up, the ordinary monk Nan Fuguang can barely tell one or two, but at this moment she can't tell whether it is a god or...
Purely mortal?
but.
As a reptile that is essentially a close relative of cold-blooded animals, it can be said that Yan Ji'an has a heart like a bodhi mirror, not to mention pity for beauty and beauty, and cannot stir up any dust.
Holding a woman in front of everyone?
- This is not unusual at all.
Standing at the front of the disciples' team, Nan Fuguang shook his right hand and pulled out the Yaoguang Sword before everyone had time to react!
"How dare you, the slut, dare to pretend to be an immortal?" Before he even uttered the first word of the classic line, his bare mouth trembled. Only five steps away, the immortal with a clean and handsome face seemed to be aware of it. , cast a calm glance.
In an instant, there was a muffled "bang" sound, followed by a crisp and shattering sound!
With a ringing in his ears, Nan Fuguang felt his wrist tremble, like the sore numbness from the fingertips to his shoulders gnawed by thousands of ice ants——
"Follow the light!"
"Senior Sister Riri!"
Amid everyone's exclamations, Nan Fuguang was so shocked that he took two steps back. Fortunately, Taotao behind him reached out in time to help him.
At her feet, the sword that condensed the true energy was broken into pieces like broken ice, leaving only the dark iron hilt with the word "Yao Guang" engraved in ancient characters. It was lying pitifully on the dusty ground.
"..."
His fingers were numb, hanging stiffly at his side in a twisted posture.
My mind was just blank for a moment.
When the throat is tight, it feels like it is being choked by invisible hands.
In such a situation, naturally it is impossible to say a single word.
Nan Fuguang slowly retracted his gaze from the remains of the Yaoguang Sword, and was not surprised to find that the surroundings were also so quiet that there was no sound.
Everyone's eyes turned back and forth for dozens of times between her, Yan Ji'an, and the woman in Yan Ji'an's arms... Yan Ji'an naturally didn't care, the woman in his arms was still unconscious, so Nan Fuguang Naturally, he was the first one to be unable to hold on. He found his voice and said, "It's okay. It's just a medium-grade magic weapon. If it breaks, it will break."
Her voice is normal.
But no one dared to talk.
Even Xie Cong, the leader of the sect, looked like he was unable to speak and was instantly poisoned and became mute.
The Yaoguang Sword was given to Nan Fuguang when she first entered the sect and became the only disciple of Yan Ji'an. Yan Ji'an opened his own arsenal and gave it to her——
What did you say at that time?
"This sword has a similar name to yours, so just take it and use it."
Over the years, Nan Fuguang has grown from being taller than a sword, dragging her sword around in circles on the ground, to being able to fly with a sword. Even now that she has reached the end of foundation building, such a medium-quality magic spell can be easily taken from the treasure house. In fact, the weapon is no longer worthy of her, but she also manages to be as good as the sword...
Everyone had nothing to do, and often gathered together to imagine ten thousand scenarios in which the Yao Guang Sword of the first eldest sister of the sect would one day retire gloriously——
Kill demons?
Save the common people?
Or is it to suppress evil and calm the energy, and both jade and stone will be destroyed?
But it definitely does not include the current situation: being looked at by Yan Ji'an (who was holding another woman in his arms) and was shattered.
I don’t know what Nan Fuguang thinks.
Anyway, standing next to the expressionless First Senior Sister of Yuntian Sect, Taotao felt like she was going to be broken.
……
The surroundings were so quiet that most people just wanted to run away.
At the critical moment, the mute leader Xie Cong finally found his tongue. In the dead silence, he cleared his voice and finally spoke to break the silence: "Immortal Lord, may I ask who this girl is-"
Yan Ji'an didn't answer.
In fact, Yunshang Immortal Lord has kept his head slightly tilted since just now. At this moment, his eyes are still indifferently falling on the profile of the girl five steps away.
His gaze went to her ear, where the hair that was a little messed up when she was wielding the sword swept across it. Under the sunlight, there seemed to be a subtle halo surrounding the ends of the hair.
"We met by chance at the foot of the mountain, by chance." Yan Ji'an said in a calm voice, "I was in a hurry when I returned home and forgot to notify you."
Xie Cong didn't bother to ask who the immortal was talking to.
It just so happened that the Immortal Lord didn't need anyone to respond to his remarks.
After finishing speaking, Yan Ji'an held the person in his arms and left gracefully with his sword in the direction of Chixue Peak.
……
Chixue Peak is one of the three main peaks at the gate of Yuntian Sect. In addition to being shrouded in mist, it is also covered with snow all year round. There is a pottery pavilion on the top of the mountain.
Immortal Master Yunshang lives and practices in Tao Pavilion every day. Immortal Master likes to be quiet, so there is a ban on entering Chixue Peak personally imposed by Immortal Master Yunshang——
It's not an amazing formation, but except for the disciples who usually walk around Tao Pavilion, the rest are not on the restricted list and cannot get close to Chixue Peak.
The main peak is majestic and majestic, and the Tao Pavilion is on the top of the mountain. You can't climb it without wielding a sword. This is also the main reason why Nan Fuguang, a person on the banned list of Chixue Peak, took advantage of the loophole and kept flying swords in the sect.
...I asked, but I didn’t fly around. I was on my way back to (leaving) Taoting.
Speaking of Tao Pavilion, although the name is not loud enough, how can the residence of the Immortal Lord occupying the entire hilltop be shabby? At a glance, under the fairy mist, the glazed tiles and tiles stand against the mountain, just like a gleaming palace.
Yan Ji'an walked against the wind and stepped on his sword, only to hear the fairy robes fluttering, and he arrived at the gate in an instant. The beast on the gate was originally sleeping, but when it landed on the ground, it seemed to sense the master's return, and the closed beast's eyes opened. He opened it, revealing his green gemstone eyes, muttering "I'm back" and "I'm back"——
Immediately after the "creak" and "creak" of metal friction and groaning, the heavy palace door slowly opened.
There was no fairy boy or sect disciple to greet him, the majestic palace was deserted, but he seemed to have been used to the banquet for a long time, his eyebrows were still, his goal was clear, and he went to the side hall with the woman in his arms.
After laying down the person in his arms on a bed in a side hall, he leaned over and checked his breath with his fingers. After confirming that his breathing was steady, he took back his hand. The comatose woman has not yet woken up, Yan Ji'an lowered his eyes, his bottomless starry eyes remained calm, and he straightened up without any nostalgia.
Her thin lips opened slightly, and she was about to speak. She turned around and looked at the eyes behind her upper body. Her brows were vicissitudes of life, her eyelids had many layers of folds, and her eyes had deep wrinkles...
He was slightly startled,
By the way, my mouth was also closed.
The leader of Yuntian Sect stood on the spot with his hands folded, his face calm, as if he didn't notice the unnatural pause and slight shock of the Immortal in front of him——
It's not him you're looking for.
Xie Cong's tone was respectful but not very polite and he snorted from deep in his nose: "Why is the Immortal so confused?"
Immortal Lord is really confused.
"Riri?" The long eyelashes trembled, "Where are the people?"
Why didn't you follow?
Xie Cong looked at the man in front of him with a confused look on his face, as if he really didn't understand why his only good apprentice didn't follow him closely as usual, and followed him back to Taoting.
Xie felt an indescribable subtlety in his heart...
Probably, you also have today?
Really.
Almost laughed out loud.
"Immortal nobles often forget things." Xie Cong tried his best to keep his voice from sounding emotionless, "This Tao Pavilion is located on the top of Chixue Peak, more than a thousand feet high. Naturally, you have to climb up with a sword, and Nan Fuguang's Sword——"
You just broke it with your own hands.
In the long and meaningful omission of the ending, I could see the black eyes of Yunshang Immortal Lord flashing like stagnant water, and Xie Cong sighed.
After enduring it, I still couldn't help but pour a pot of Ten Thousand Years Shark Oil on the Spark.
"Chixue Peak is also very high. Nan Fuguang is usually spoiled and pampered. Now we can't let her climb up from the bottom of the mountain with two legs and two arms."
As he finished speaking, the corners of Immortal Yun Shang's lips tightened this time. He probably really remembered that he seemed to have done something inappropriate just now, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the side hall door.
Naturally, it is impossible for Nan Fuguang to appear out of thin air.
After a brief pause, Immortal Yunshang seemed to think of something again, and his usually indifferent voice was finally tainted with a trace of uncertainty, "Her hand?"
"I don't know." Xie Cong already folded his hands and said, "It probably depends on how much force the Immortal Lord used to break the sword."
Yan Ji'an frowned.
……
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the golden light of the afterglow shines through the clouds on the glazed tile roof. It is almost time for evening classes.
Yan Ji'an finally waited for the belated apprentice in the main hall of Taoting. Carrying the hem of her skirt, she stepped across the threshold. The girl calmly called the immortal who was sitting in the main seat for an unknown length of time, "Master". Then he found the chair where he usually sat and sat down.
The chair was in the position closest to Yan Ji'an's head.
Yan Jiyan raised his eyes to look at the girl sitting above, but found that there seemed to be no emotion on her face——
The eyes observe the nose, and the nose observes the heart.
He couldn't see anything clearly.
He didn't know if it was because the two chairs were placed farther apart than he thought.
In the past, when he came back from his tours in the mountains, Nan Fuguang, whom he hadn't seen for several days, kept talking, as if he wanted to finish all the words he had been holding back since he hadn't seen him these days.
Now she is sitting there without saying anything, and Yan Ji'an is not used to it.
But I'm just not used to it.
"Hands?" he asked.
She felt the girl's breath linger, and for a moment, she shook her head.
"It's okay."
"Sword?"
"It doesn't matter."
Yan Ji'an hesitated, very unsure.
"Are you unhappy?"
Nan Fuguang smiled.
"How is it possible?"
"It's Master's fault that the sword was broken without warning today, even though the Yaoguang Sword is no longer suitable for use." Yan Jian said a few more words, which was barely an explanation, "I'll give you the key to the private treasury, and you can choose another one. Regardless of rank, take whatever you like.”
Yunshang Immortal Banquet Ji'an's private treasury——
That's all good stuff.
Regardless of his resounding title and strength as the True Dragon Immortal Lord of the Three Realms, it is rumored that the Dragon Clan likes to collect some rare treasures and immortal artifacts...
Especially those gorgeous things that are golden and so famous that they wish they had their own legends.
Po Tian's Fugui buckled down, but Nan Fuguang didn't show the cheers she should have. She just lowered her head like a conditioned reflex and looked at the wrist that was naturally placed on her lap.
The cuffs of the soft snow jacket were hanging down, and the bruises from the lower half of the thumb to the tiger's mouth to the wrist were clearly visible, and the blue blood vessels turned purple.
Silently, he retracted his hands into his sleeves.
"I want your feather fragments."
Strictly speaking, it cannot even be said that the Feather Broken Sword is a sword. It jumps out of the three realms of living beings. It is not an immortal weapon or a magical weapon. It is an accessory that was born with the world. According to legend, when the divine phoenix fell, its wings and feathers Tearing it apart, this sword was born, named "Yu Sui".
Yu Zuan is Yan Ji'an's sword, and it is also his identity as a true dragon.
Of course, Nan Fuguang's answer was the habitual silence. After a long time, Yan Ji'an said: "Every day, don't mess around."
The eldest sister of Yuntian Sect smiled.
"It's really a joke."
she said gently.
Looking at the girl's slightly raised lips, Yunshang Immortal Master slowly frowned for the second time today.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Sect Master: I just watched quietly as the fire in the crematorium was lit little by little
Riri: It is impossible to be gentle. Once you are gentle, you must have failed to hold in your fart
When I was writing this chapter, I suddenly had some inspiration: maybe I didn’t write the article because I wanted to write it, but simply because I wanted to be scolded (no)
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