Chapter 718
There are many things that cannot be seen in the light curtain. The short-haired female cultivator cannot be seen in the mustard space, nor can she see the initial station where she and her friends fell into the Star Sui Continent. From falling into the space-time tunnel to reappearing on the light screen, she was already in Daliang Town.
When the man in the high position saw this, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes. On the other hand, City Lord Yan, who was standing below him, looked at the light curtain hesitantly and then at the man on the seat:
"This..."
"This great opportunity that has an impact on the fate of all the people in Xingsui is not allowed to be peeped by others." The city lord is a member of the Yan family. The man on the seat patiently explained, "This woman has not cultivated her moral character, and her future is unpredictable. Fortunately, she has good conduct and is not unethical. People who value profits can be handed over.”
As for what kind of big opportunity it is, he is not interested.
Everyone has their own destiny, and taking away other people's destiny may not necessarily make you better than what you are practicing now. In the light curtain, the life of the short-haired female cultivator has been praised by the man before the broadcast has finished, which means that the matter has been concluded.
The epidemic is not her fault.
Yan Jingchu, whose heart had been hanging for a long time, suddenly relaxed and felt at ease when he heard these words. Facing the admiring gaze cast by the city lord's uncle, he humbly leaned forward slightly and lowered his eyes to show respect, then straightened his back and stood proudly.
He has a keen eye for recognizing talents and has been recognized by the elders at the table. He is honored.
In the future, he will also have the right to speak in front of respected clan elders. Unlike before, he was always regarded by the elders as a foolish young man who acted impulsively and recklessly without regard for the consequences.
Although the conclusion has been reached, in order to convince the public, the traceability in the light curtain continues.
Just as the man said, the short-haired female cultivator never interfered in Yancheng affairs. After one of her friends joined the patrol camp, she never disclosed any important information to her friends, and the female nun never heard of it.
With no distractions, he indulged in alchemy and cultivation.
Ten years later in the blink of an eye, she was worried about not surviving the disaster that day. When she learned that there was an epidemic in Yancheng, she immediately put aside her doubts and rushed back to check the situation.
Seeing this, there is no need to look any further.
The thought of the man on the seat moved slightly, and the tracing in the light screen dispersed, leaving only the image of the short-haired female cultivator shrouded in the spiritual mirror. He looked around at the two rows of clansmen and powerful men with his calm eyes, and said slowly:
"A little golden elixir knows that the lives of all living beings are precious, even more so than her own temptation to advance..."
Having said this, he raised his right hand slightly, and immediately a translucent flute hung in his palm.
"This is the 'pure dust' given by your majesty, and you asked me to give it to someone who is destined. I see that you have a noble character and are quiet and inactive, which is in line with your majesty's intention of taking this 'pure dust'. I will give it to you now. I hope When you reach the top of the road in the future, you can still maintain the innocent heart you have today.”
Although this minor cultivator's cultivation level is relatively low, it is still unknown whether he can aspire to the Great Dao.
But when I saw her singing loudly in the mortal world, with compassion in her eyes that resonated with all living beings, I felt that something was missing in her hands. And she is still using the jade flute brought from the mortal world. Mortal things are mortal things after all, and are of no use to practice.
When we meet, we are destined, regardless of rank.
This fairy jade flute was accidentally found by His Majesty when he was on a tour. When he went to see Jia Jia, she was thinking about how to use it. Seeing him coming, he casually gave him the hot magic weapon. He confessed that he was not good at music, so His Majesty asked him to give it to someone who was destined for him.
Anyway, I wasn't allowed to give it back to her. She wasn't good at music either. She had a headache when she saw it. It would be a pity to throw it away.
After finishing speaking, the flute hanging in the man's palm turned into a few rays of spiritual light and swayed towards the light curtain. Alas, the elders of the Yan clan below saw it with red eyes, and looked with envy and jealousy on their faces as they watched the fairy jade flute fall into the hands of others.
I wanted to stop him, but I didn't know how to speak, for fear of giving the impression of being greedy and immoral in front of the man.
With such a good thing, why not make it cheaper for the tribe? There are many young monks in the clan who are good at music, but they just lack a magic weapon for their hands. However, what was sent out could not be retrieved, so the man dispersed the light curtain with his mind. He stood up and walked down the jade steps, saying as he walked:
"It has been two hundred years. Luqiu and Weishi have not been able to solve even a small epidemic, and they are no longer the second master of elixirs. They will withdraw from Yancheng today and never return. In addition, those who refine epidemic diseases and harm living beings will be scattered His spiritual essence will be punished by his clan.”
"Yes." The subordinates he brought with him responded in unison, and bowed to see the man off.
Some of the people who stayed in the main hall had calm expressions, some had earth-colored faces, and some suddenly attacked the Yan family who was holding them hostage, trying to find a way out of their lives.
Suddenly, the solemn and silent hall was filled with sounds of fighting and destruction...
At that time in Zishan Valley, the two people standing at the bridge had already disappeared. The pressure on their bodies disappeared, and Bai Shuixin and the other three, who were free again, quickly stood up and helped the dizzy Sang Yue back into the barrier.
Seeing her pale face and cold sweat on her forehead, Bai Shuixin was so frightened that she quickly shouted:
"Aman!"
"Stop screaming," Aman's feeble voice floated in the courtyard, "My head hurts~!"
I thought I could escape by hiding in the space, but I didn't expect that the other party had no martial ethics, and even a mere monster like it had its soul traced back to its origin by being reflected in the mirror. Moreover, because the owner was in a defensive mood, he was completely suppressed by the traceability mirror and his muscles were injured.
Then it was implicated, and it fell down and was locked and suppressed by the mirror power.
But the strange thing is, why would those people let it and its owner go? The magic weapons and monsters on the master's body all came from the Demon Palace in Daliang Town. Those people would be able to see clearly with the traceability mirror, but why didn't they pursue it?
Aman was puzzled, but he was too dizzy to think too much.
Sang Yue's face turned pale, and she pushed away the people who were supporting her. She wanted to say that she was fine, but she didn't even have the strength to speak. She quickly sat down and calmed down. I really didn't expect that Jin Dan was like a baby in front of the transformed god, with no power to fight back.
Apart from the pain caused by her resistance, there was no other harm on her body.
In a daze, she saw a blur of light and shadow through the mirror, and what the other party said to her was clear. Including the jade flute he presented and the words he spoke about His Majesty, one could vaguely guess his identity.
The small city of Yan could actually alert the king of Yan to come in person? Either idle or just passing by.
No matter what it is, fortunately, this is a royal husband who understands justice and reason. If she met those brainless noble people in movies and TV series, she would definitely be in trouble today...
Due to the power of the mirror, and the fact that she had been refining the Qingyun Pill these days, she couldn't get up once she relaxed.
It was already three days before she regained her energy.
Sit there, open your eyes and look at the sunny June weather above you. The sky was blue and clear, and the trees in the courtyard were lush and green, blocking her from most of the scorching afternoon sun.
The shadows of the trees are whirling and the light and shadow are mottled.
In the quiet afternoon, with the cool breeze, Dangdang and Banban were lying on the left and right not far away, feeling comfortable and leisurely. There are two rocking chairs under the eaves of the main hall in the front yard, and Lu Qingzi and Baishui Xin are lying on them taking a nap.
Tang Xingzhu was not at home, he must have gone back to the patrol camp to be on duty.
Seeing how comfortable and carefree Ah Shui and Ah Lu are, it seems that her job in the patrol camp has not been affected by her own involvement.
The years are peaceful as usual. It would be great if it could always be like this.
Thanks to book friend ranlan21 for the tip~