Following the middle-aged Confucian scholar, he walked into a small road. After seventy-eight twists and turns, he led Yan Yun to one side, stepped into one of the small roads, and entered the bamboo forest.
After many twists and turns, the Confucian scholar led Yan Yun to a dark wooden door that was about ten feet high.
The Confucian scholar stepped forward slowly and knocked gently on the door, making a series of banging sounds.
With a "click", the door slowly opened, and a young man in white robe pushed the door open and walked out.
"It turns out that Mr. Yan is here. He is here to see Mr. Lu Da!"
The young man's cultivation level was not low, he had reached the third level of Qi training, and he bowed his hand to Yan Hehe.
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yan remained calm, cupped his hands and asked, "I'm here to see Brother Fang. I wonder if Brother Fang is free now?"
The young man in white robe thought for a moment and replied: "A distinguished guest has come to the Lower Academy. My husband is staying with me in the study. I will go and inform Yan Xian."
Wen Yan, a Confucian scholar surnamed Yan, showed a smile: "That's fine, please excuse me."
The young man in white robe cupped his hand, reached out and took out a transmission talisman, moved his lips slightly, and raised his right hand.
The telegraph turned into a streak of fire and sped away into the distance.
After a few breaths, a man's faint voice sounded from the sky above Yan Yun and others:
"Brother Yan came at the right time. I have distinguished guests here. Brother Yan, please come together."
The three of them walked through a large attic, rounded several corners, and came to an elegant courtyard.
After leading the two of them here, the young man in white robe cupped his hands and turned around to leave.
Yan Yun and the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan were left alone.
At this moment, the closed door made a soft sound and then opened on its own. Then Mr. Lu Da’s words came to their ears:
"Brother Yan, please come in. Fairy Hualian from Huangqing Temple happens to be a guest at the Burrow. Lu will introduce you to Brother Yan."
Mr. Lu Da's words were calm and steady, and no specific emotions could be heard in them.
"Huang Qing Guan?"
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yan had a look of surprise on his face, but he walked in without any hesitation.
Yan Yun's expression remained normal and he followed slowly.
As soon as they entered the house, a man and a woman sat down as host and guest.
The man is in his forties, with a thin face and a long beard. His temperament is somewhat similar to that of a Confucian scholar named Yan.
The woman is in her twenties, with black hair and fair skin, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a silver whisk in one hand, but she has a graceful and luxurious temperament, and she is actually a Taoist nun.
Seeing Yan Yun and the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan enter, the Taoist nun's eyes moved slightly and she said:
"Is this the famous Mr. Yan Yao? Although Pindao has no interest in world affairs in the temple, he has also heard of the name Mr. Yan of Yonghua Academy."
This Taoist nun's cultivation level is average, only in the late stage of foundation building.
Upon hearing the Taoist nun's words, the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan did not dare to neglect, and quickly raised his hands and said:
"I don't dare! I don't dare. Yan has seen Fairy Hualian."
Yan Yun stepped forward slowly and cupped his hands: "Junior, I have met two seniors!"
"This little friend is..."
Mr. Lu narrowed his eyes and asked noncommittally.
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yan explained calmly:
"This nephew of Yan Yun is a distant relative of my next best friend. He heard about the name of Bailu Academy, so he brought him to the academy to try it out."
"Since you are the nephew of an old friend of Brother Yan, let me see your spiritual root qualifications."
Mr. Lu Da called out softly and waved to Yan Yun.
Yan Yun handed over his hand without any hesitation.
"Huh? Feng Leigen is still at the tenth level of Qi training."
After feeling Yan Yun's qualifications and strength, Mr. Lu Da's eyes flashed with surprise.
Then Mr. Lu Da's expression changed. After looking at the Confucian scholar named Yan on the side, he nodded and said:
"Although the period of accepting disciples has passed at this time, since he has a supernatural spiritual root, he should be admitted to the academy."
"Thank you, senior."
Yan Yun immediately bowed his hands and thanked him.
Mr. Lu Da moved his lips slightly and called a boy: "Let him go, Haosheng will be settled properly."
The boy immediately saluted respectfully: "Yes!"
Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly, he took a deep look at Mr. Lu Da and the monk named Yan, and then turned and left.
As Yan Yun left, Fairy Girl did not stay any longer and left.
As a result, the entire hall fell silent instantly.
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yan and Mr. Lu Da did not exchange a word for a while. They just sat quietly on the chairs and remained silent to each other.
In particular, the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan looked uncertain, as if he was thinking about something.
"How are you preparing? To deal with the demon Niu Tiande, only by helping me practice the 'Zhenzhen Heyuan Jue' can I be 70% to 80% sure of destroying this demon."
Mr. Lu Da finally spoke, but his voice was low and emotionless: "Now that everything is ready, you won't pity your own life at the last moment, right?"
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yan's face darkened, and he said solemnly: "Huh! As long as I can avenge the annihilation of my clan, what will I pity Yan's broken body? It's just you."
"Hey! Once you help me cultivate this magical power with your body, I will naturally inherit your awe-inspiring aura, which must contain your resentment."
Master Lu raised his eyebrows slightly, naturally sensing the uneasiness of the monk surnamed Yan, and explained calmly: "If I don't get rid of that Niu Tiande, I will not be able to use these awe-inspiring auras for my own use."< br>
Speaking of this, Master Lu glanced at the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan and sneered: "Besides, Brother Yan doesn't think there is any other monk besides me who can help you kill this beast, and he is not afraid of the Black Sun Sect's revenge at all."
"You are right. I have made friends with some monks over the years. Although Brother Lu is not the one with the highest level of cultivation, you are the only one willing to help me."
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yan clenched his hands into fists, his nails pierced his palms fiercely, and said angrily:
"After all, he is backed by the Black Sun Sect, and no one else is willing to mess with me, a mortal."
Elder Lu waved his hand gently and said calmly: "This is natural. Niu Tiande is the Black Sun Sect's foreign affairs enforcer. It is not something that ordinary small sects can provoke. We, the Confucian sect, are the same as the demonic sect."< br>
At this moment, a silver little fox suddenly landed in the house.
Seeing the appearance of the fox, Elder Lu's expression changed and he immediately stood up.
Before he could speak, his eyes suddenly blurred and he fell under the seat with a plop.
As for the Confucian scholar surnamed Yan on the side, he froze in place and stopped moving.
"Whoops!"
As a harsh sound broke through the air, Yan Yun, wearing a white robe, fell into the hall.
"Master."
Yinyue jumped slightly and handed over Mr. Lu Da's storage bag.
Yan Yun took the storage bag, and his spiritual consciousness slowly poured into it.
After a while, two jet black jade slips appeared in Yan Yun's hands.
"This should be the Zhenzhen Heyuanjue technique!"
Yan Yun murmured and slowly placed the two jade slips between his eyebrows.
After half a cup of tea, a trace of surprise flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and then he slowly put down the jade slip, moved his lips slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect that Confucianists actually have such skills."
The technique of Devouring the Truth and He Yuan Jue is to swallow the aura of Confucian scholars and integrate it into oneself.
And this Mr. Lu Da obviously wants to swallow up the aura of monk surnamed Yan and raise his cultivation to the elixir-forming stage.
As for why there is no need to be strong, it is because the aura of awe-inspiring people is very special. If the person is not willing, he cannot give his aura of awe-inspiring power to someone else. "But as far as I'm concerned, it's not that troublesome."
Yan Yun smiled and shook his head, then turned his attention to the second jade slip.
The technique recorded in this jade slip is quite peculiar, and it is called Haoran Zhengqi Song.
The growth of his cultivation is linked to the amount of Haoran Qi in his body.
In other words, as long as there is enough Haoran's righteousness, one can completely upgrade his cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage.
This is why Mr. Lu Da practices evil methods to swallow the aura of others.
Thinking of this, Yan Yun's body swayed and disappeared from the place.
And Yinyue's tail flicked, and the storage bag in her hand returned to Mr. Lu Da's waist again.
Silver light flashed, and when the two opened their eyes again, they had completely forgotten everything just now.
As for Yan Yun at this moment, he had already followed the boy to a wooden house.
After the boy led Yan Yun here, he simply said some things to pay attention to here, and then turned around and left.
Yan Yun sat cross-legged, flicked his fingers, and formation flags fell around the room one after another.
A stream of light quickly enveloped the room.
The greatest function of this formation is to conceal the aura.
With his cultivation level breaking through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul stage, any move made by Yan Yun is enough to cause a huge stir.
Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and two golden corpse beads turned into a stream of light, floating in front of him.
Yan Yun circulated the Nine Yins to absorb the soul into his body, slowly absorbing the corpse energy in the two Sky Corpse Beads.
Time flies, and three months fly by in the blink of an eye.
【Yanyun】
[Spiritual Roots: Wind, Thunder Spiritual Roots]
[Physique: Wind Spirit Body, Thunder Spirit Body]
[Cultivation: Mid-stage Nascent Soul]
[Skills: Fenglingjianxu (88% on the eighth level) Dayan Jue (55% on the fourth level) God Forging Technique (2% on the fourth level) Haoran Zhengqi Song (3rd level)]
[Body refining techniques: Mingwang Jue (seventh level), Nine Yins absorb soul into the body (seventh level), Wind and Thunder Body Refining (seventh level 1%), Giant Demon Technique (Dacheng)]
[Spells: Shura Holy Fire (Dacheng), Binghuoyang Lei (Dacheng), Wind and Thunder Condensation Sword Technique (Dacheng), Wind and Thunder Escape (Dacheng), Breath Condensation Technique (Dacheng), Sword Qi into Silk (Dacheng), Shangling True Wind (Dacheng) ) Spiritual Art Transformation (Dacheng)]
[Supernatural power: Wind and Thunder True Body, Transparent Lingxi]
Looking at his attribute bar, Yan Yun took a breath and said calmly: "Although he has not yet broken through the late stage of Nascent Soul, he has finally absorbed the Nine Yin Soul into his body and cultivated it to the Great Perfection."
Yan Yun looked down and saw that his whole body was covered with a faint gray air, and there were also faint gray lines on his skin, which looked quite strange.
Yan Yun waved lightly, and his powerful body seemed to crush the air.
In addition, the Haoran Zhengqi Song practiced by Yan Yun has also reached the third level, and the whole body is enveloped in the powerful Haoran Qi.
This skill is very unique. It mainly focuses on cultivating Haoran's righteousness. It contains a colorless mass of Haoran's righteousness in the Dantian.
It does not conflict with the true energy of cultivation, and even after trying it for a while, it was found that it could actually increase Yan Yun's cultivation.
This is also the reason why Yan Yun continues to practice this technique.
At this time, Yan Yunguang looked at Haoran's righteousness, which was enough to rival Mr. Lu Da in the later stage of foundation building.
This is also thanks to Yan Yun's cultivation in the middle stage of Nascent Soul and the fact that he has read books for countless years. If not, the practice would not be so smooth.
"March is approaching, and it's time to pick fruits."
The corner of Yan Yun's mouth raised slightly, and his figure swayed, turning into a shadow and disappearing from the place in an instant.
In the secret room.
The monk surnamed Yan sat cross-legged, while Mr. Lu Da opposite him had a blushing face.
As long as he can absorb the awe-inspiring righteousness of the monk surnamed Yan today, he will definitely be able to successfully break through the pill formation stage.
"Don't blame me. Who gave you such strong righteousness?"
Staring at the monk surnamed Yan in front of him, Mr. Lu Da showed a sneer on his lips and was about to take action.
Suddenly there was a sharp sound breaking through the air in the secret room.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Yun, wearing a white robe, appeared in the house out of thin air.
Seeing the sudden appearance of Yan Yun, the monk surnamed Yan was stunned and couldn't help but said: "Why are you here?"
Compared to the monk surnamed Yan who had no cultivation, the monk Lu on the side had a shocked face.
To be able to appear here so mysteriously is not something that ordinary monks can do, at least those who are above the elixir formation stage.
With this in mind, Monk Lu quickly saluted Yan Yun and said, "I don't know that senior is here, but this is Bailu Academy..."
Before he could finish his words, a fierce gust of wind flashed past and fell on Brother Lu.
The strong wind of spiritual power quickly struck Brother Lu's body, splitting him in half.
"This..."
Seeing such a scene, the monk surnamed Yan looked shocked and couldn't help but retreat.
"Don't you want revenge?"
Yan Yun glanced at the monk surnamed Yan and said calmly: "In this case, your awe-inspiring righteousness will be the same to anyone, right?"
After hearing this, the monk surnamed Yan immediately reacted and knew that Yan Yun also came for his own righteousness.
Knowing that Yan Yun had plans for him, the monk surnamed Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked: "Can you really avenge me?"
"It's just a deacon of pill formation."
Yan Yun snorted, and with a shudder, a red figure suddenly appeared next to him.
Yu Huan's figure flickered, and then quickly disappeared from the place.
"Within one day, your enemy's body will be here."
After saying this, Yan Yun's figure swayed and disappeared from the spot.
As for Mr. Lu Da's body, he suddenly and strangely disappeared, and what appeared here instead was a snow-white silver moon.
Silver Moon's tail swayed slightly, and dots of silver light flowed on her body.
Mr. Lu Da, who was indistinguishable and had a great sense of righteousness flowing from his body, sat on the chair and said to the monk surnamed Yan: "Brother Yan, continue drinking tea."
Such a strange scene made the monk surnamed Yan not know what to say for a moment.
But when he thought of being able to avenge himself, the monk surnamed Yan immediately sat down patiently.
As long as he can avenge himself, he is willing to feed it to a tiger.
Time flies, and one day flies by in the blink of an eye.
"Plop" sound.
A strong man dressed in Black Sun Sect was thrown into the secret room.
The moment he saw the strong man from the Black Sun Sect, the monk surnamed Yan immediately turned his eyes red and filled with hatred. (End of chapter)