The black-faced general scanned the opponent's body with his consciousness in confusion.
He couldn't help but feel shocked, and his face showed incredible fear.
The other party unabashedly released a powerful cultivation aura, and turned out to be a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage.
However, he had no idea when such a great monk named Yan appeared in Jin Dynasty.
Thinking that he had almost ordered a puppet to attack the person in front of him, the monk surnamed Cao was sweating on his back. He quickly rushed to the sky and bowed deeply:
"The junior did not know that the senior was coming just now, so I caused a lot of offense. I hope the senior will forgive me!"
After hearing this, the young man in the sky remained expressionless for a moment, then looked up at the palace in the sky not far away, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
As a result, although the black-faced monk below was sweating profusely, he still did not dare to act rashly, for fear of offending this senior master and causing death.
After all, for some Nascent Soul monsters, such events are not impossible to happen. He didn't want to die in such a muddle.
Fortunately, the white-faced middle-aged man on the side finally spoke to resolve his dilemma.
"Senior Yan, you promised this junior before that you would give me a few months to report this matter to the Pavilion Master. Why are you following this junior here now?"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and saluted the man in the air.
"Actually, it's nothing serious. My time is precious and I really can't wait too long."
"Therefore, it would be better to have an interview with your Pavilion Master directly."
"This must be the legendary Tianji Palace."
"It is said that this palace is also located in the mustard space, and it is also an extremely rare free space. It automatically changes the entrance position every few years, and ordinary people have no chance to see it."
“What I saw with my own eyes today, it really lived up to Yan’s expectations.”
"You don't need to be cautious. Since you are the guard here, Yan will not mind what happened before. It's just that Yan hopes to meet the master of your pavilion, and I hope you can lead the way for me."
The young man's last sentence was spoken calmly to the black-faced monk, his tone full of irrefutable firmness.
To be honest, until this moment, he still could not fully understand the true intention of this great revisionist. It was confusing whether he was an enemy or a friend.
After hearing this, the white-faced middle-aged man couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded slightly to the black-faced monk.
The monk surnamed Cao immediately stopped hesitating and promised hurriedly:
"The seniors have orders, and the juniors should obey them. However, the master of the pavilion is receiving a distinguished guest at the moment. Could you please inform the juniors first and then lead the seniors there?"
"Is there a distinguished guest here?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he still maintained an expressionless posture and nodded gently.
The black-faced monk was overjoyed and quickly reached out and took out a transmission talisman from his storage bag.
After whispering a few words to the talisman in a low voice and quickly, he waved it and released it, turning into a flash of fire and speeding towards the palace in the distance.
Then, he respectfully greeted the young man in the air with a smile, took the initiative to step into the Jade Gate, stepped on the jade steps in the air, and began to lead the way.
The fair-faced middle-aged man followed quickly, following suit.
Both monks chose to walk and did not directly control the escaping light on the jade steps.
"No air ban!"
The young man frowned slightly when he saw the scene in front of him, but then a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
I saw a flash of blue light all over his body, floating forward directly from the air, as if he was not affected by anything at all.
The two monks below saw this and secretly smiled bitterly.
The restrictions around this place are extremely strict, and monks whose cultivation level is less than the Nascent Soul stage cannot leave the ground more than three feet.
However, for a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, this level of restriction obviously did not pose a threat, and they had no choice but to pretend not to know and continue walking ahead.
The young man in the air seemed to be deliberately avoiding too much conflict with the owner of the place. He did not go straight to the main hall, but followed the two of them, flying slowly and leisurely.
This young and promising young man is Yan Yun who came all the way from the distant Jin Dynasty.
Despite his advanced cultivation, it still took him more than half a year to cross the vast Mulan grassland and reach Dajin.
Although the journey was difficult, he did not encounter too many difficulties. Instead, he went smoothly and reached his destination smoothly.
Recalling the time when he traveled through the vast grassland, he was surprised to find that he had successfully avoided all potential crises without encountering any trouble.
This surprised him.
It turns out that more than a hundred years ago, due to some unknown reasons, Saint Tianlan and the Great Immortal Master jointly issued an order.
All high-level monks are required to gather in the Tianlan Temple in various places for collective retreat practice. They are strictly prohibited from going out without permission from the temple.
The purpose of this operation seems to be to enhance the overall strength of the entire Tubul tribe's immortal world through mandatory training.
After learning about this, Yan Yun inevitably felt a little regretful, but since he had missed this opportunity, he would not go to Tianlan Temple to cause trouble.
After all, the strength of the Tuwu clan cannot be underestimated, if he rashly breaks into the Tianlan Temple.
Then it is not just a personal grudge against a certain Tuwu monk, but a dispute over the interests of the entire Tuwu clan.
This is fundamentally different from the personal hatred between the Xinggong elders he killed in Tianxing City. He has always maintained a certain degree of vigilance against the overall strength of the Tuwu clan.
Therefore, after careful thinking and weighing in his mind, Yan Yun finally gave up the idea of finding trouble with members of the Tuwu tribe. He passed through the vast grassland safely and entered the borders of the Jin Dynasty.
Compared with the other two problems, the problem about mustard space is relatively less difficult to solve and requires less time.
Therefore, Yanyun decided to deal with this matter first and resolve it first.
He set foot in a well-known city on the border of a certain state capital in Dajin, and directly found a branch of Tianji Pavilion here.
A request was made to the pale middle-aged man in charge of the semicolon to purchase the mustard seed space refining method.
If an ordinary Nascent Soul Stage monk made such a request, the middle-aged man in charge of semicolon affairs would definitely reject it without hesitation.
However, when he faced Yan Yun, the undisguised great monk, the shopkeeper in the late stage of alchemy formation was filled with shock. Naturally, he did not dare to do such an offensive thing, so he could only keep explaining with a smile on his face.
He said that he really could not make decisions on such matters involving the mustard seed space secrets without authorization, nor did he have the right to know the refining method. He had to report it to the Pavilion Master in person to get an answer.
At the same time, in view of the importance of this matter, it may be difficult to achieve the purpose by transmitting information only by means of transmission notes. He needs to return to the main hall to make a trip in person, and the waiting time is expected to be two to three months.
After Yan Yun heard this, he thought it was quite reasonable and nodded in agreement.
However, he did not really intend to wait patiently for such a long time. Instead, he decisively used his secret technique and quietly followed the middle-aged man to this place. According to his understanding, although Tianji Pavilion is just a trading company.
But in fact, he has secret connections with several of the ten sects of good and evil, and has also hired a late Nascent Soul monk to serve as the Great Elder of Keqing.
As for which sect this great elder belongs to, very few people know about it, and it seems quite mysterious.
For Yan Yun, none of this matters.
As long as this Keqing Great Elder is not the sect leader of Yinluo Sect, even if he is an elder of Tianmo Sect or Taiyi Sect, he has nothing to do with him.
Although he came here this time with the idea of overwhelming others with power, he did not come purely to obtain this secret technique. Rich spiritual stones and some precious treasure materials have been prepared.
In this way, the other party would not be willing to risk offending a great monk for a seemingly useless secret technique.
Yan Yun's premonition seemed to be correct. Just when they were halfway up the suspended jade steps, bursts of melodious welcome bells suddenly came from the air hall.
Immediately afterwards, the light flashed at the door of the palace, and more than a dozen rays of light rushed out from it. After a gorgeous circle, the figures of the monks appeared one after another.
They are neatly arranged on both sides of the entrance to the hall, as if they are not bound by any air restrictions.
Among these people, two people walking side by side stood proudly, looking down at Yan Yun and others.
Yan Yun frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure, and his figure suddenly took a step in the air.
He actually moved more than ten feet out of thin air, and in just a few steps, he appeared strangely in front of the main hall's door, just in front of the two figures in the middle.
Seeing this scene, the monks on both sides immediately caused a commotion. Some of them even looked frightened and stretched out their hands to hold the storage bags at their waists.
"Don't be rude! Please step aside first. This must be Fellow Taoist Yan."
A bloated old man standing on the right suddenly scolded the monks around him, and then asked Yan Yun with a smile on his face.
"Could it be that you are the master of Tianji Pavilion?"
Yan Yun looked at the old man carefully for a moment and asked in a calm tone.
"Pindao is the master of this pavilion and has a respected position. In fact, I have partially understood the purpose of this visit from shopkeeper Zhang through the transmission notes of shopkeeper Zhang."
"However, this is not a suitable place for conversation. Fellow Taoist, can you follow me to the hall to discuss it in detail?"
The plump old man stretched out his generous palm and invited Yan Yun to follow him into the hall with a very sincere attitude.
What's amazing is that each of the old man's ten fingers is covered with a ring with a completely different shape. Some are so sparkling and dazzling that they seem to sting the eyes.
Some are dim, ancient and simple, which really make people marvel at the wonder of all things in the world.
"Of course it doesn't matter. I just want to ask all the masters, who can tell me your name and identity?"
Yan Yun glanced at the ring on the old man's finger and nodded slightly in agreement.
Then his eyes turned and fell on the monk beside the old man, and he asked quietly in a quiet voice.
This monk is wearing a light yellow cassock, has a handsome face, and looks like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.
Despite this, judging from the powerful aura it exudes, it is obvious that he is an extraordinary figure in Buddhism who is in the middle Nascent Soul stage.
"I dare not bear it, poor monk Yanzhu!"
After the young monk smiled slightly, he clasped his hands and performed a Buddhist ritual on Yan Yun.
"Fire Bamboo?" Yan Yun repeated the name in a low voice, but there was no relevant memory in his mind.
However, this is not surprising.
High-level practitioners of the four major Buddhist sects are usually not well-known to ordinary monks. In addition, Yan Yun is not a native of the Jin Dynasty, so it is normal not to know an elder of the Buddhist sect.
However, when the old man on the side saw Yan Yun's indifferent expression, he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Although he concealed it very cleverly, Yan Yun's keen insight could not be easily let go. On the surface, he remained unchanged, but inside he began to think deeply.
Could it be that this monk is a famous practitioner in the Buddhist sect? Otherwise, why would the master of the Tianji Pavilion show such an expression?
However, the young monk didn't care about Yan Yun's reaction. He just smiled calmly, displaying the demeanor of an eminent monk who was detached from the world.
At this time, the white-faced middle-aged man and the monk surnamed Cao finally arrived at the entrance of the hall, and they hurried forward to salute the old man.
However, the old man simply explained a few words and sent away the monk named Cao, leaving only the fair-faced middle-aged man.
Then, with the old man's humility, everyone entered the Tianji Hall and sat down in the order of host and guest in a hall that clearly belonged to the side hall.
Of course, the white-faced middle-aged man and several other monks in the alchemy stage could only stand respectfully on both sides.
"I heard that fellow Taoist Yan came here with the intention of purchasing our secret technique for refining the mustard seed space. I wonder if this is true?"
The old man asked Yan Yun bluntly about the true intention of his trip.
"Indeed, Yan came here this time precisely for this matter."
Yan Yun didn't hide anything and answered frankly.
"Then if fellow Taoists want to obtain this technique, they must have discovered the cracks in the space themselves, hoping to refine it into a mustard space. At the same time, they do not want to reveal the specific location of the space to avoid being known by others."
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The old man smiled lightly and seemed not to care.
As the master of the Tianji Pavilion, he has the strength of the middle Nascent Soul, and as the leader of a force, when facing Yan Yun.
Despite the show of respect, he remained calm and composed without any gaffes.
"Oh, fellow Taoist, have you agreed?"
Yan Yunzhen asked curiously.
"Nothing happened! Although these Taoist friends have solemnly promised not to leak the refining technique to anyone, but if this pavilion really makes the secret refining technique public."
"I'm afraid that treasures such as the 'Tianji House' and 'Tianji Mansion' are no longer unique creations of our sect."
The fat old man in plain clothes answered frankly.
"Fellow Taoist acted like this, there must be a clever strategy to deal with this matter. Otherwise, even your Majesty would definitely not make such an unwise move."
After Yan Yun was silent for a moment, he said meaningfully. (End of chapter)