Chapter 63: Trip to Yichuan

Chapter 63: Trip to Yichuan

Chapter 63: Trip to Yichuan
In the deep night sky, two fireworks lit up two mountaintops, reflecting each other.

Lin Shan watched this scene from afar under the tree, knowing that Princess Guo and others were not far away and it was not advisable to stay here for long.

I immediately returned the same way.

When they returned to the original battlefield, there was only a mess left, and Master Huang was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.

Lin Shan hurried to the front of Master Huang, only to see that Master Huang's lower body was covered in blood and flesh, with flying ants gnawing and laying eggs, and some moving in and out of his intestines. It was a horrific scene.

Lin Shan was in a panic for a moment, and suddenly he remembered something. He took out the storage bag of the green-robed old man, opened it and took out a small tower. He was about to use it to collect the flying ants.

But the spiritual power in his body could not be transferred into it. It turned out that this magic weapon had been sacrificed by the green-robed old man. If he wanted to activate it, he had to erase the traces of the green-robed old man's sacrifice first.

Lin Shan's forehead was covered with sweat. Seeing that this trick didn't work, he could only use his hands to grab and pinch these flying ants to death one by one.

At this time, Master Huang on the ground slowly spoke: "Brother Lin, don't worry about it."

Lin Shan remained unmoved and just kept catching bugs.

"Brother Lin, I beg you for a favor."

Huang Xianshi took off the storage bag from his waist with difficulty and placed it at the foot of Lin Shan. Blood kept coming out of the corner of his mouth, and his face became increasingly pale. He was already ninety years old, and now his vitality was severely damaged. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to survive tonight.

Lin Shan stopped his useless efforts, as he knew that Master Huang was going to make arrangements for his final affairs.

"There is a letter in the storage bag. Give it to her. Lingshi Yichuan will redeem her."

Huang Xianshi spoke slowly, the turbidity in the corners of his eyes had blurred his vision. The rest of his voice was as thin as a whisper, like the low buzz of a mosquito.

Lin Shan quickly leaned over and only heard the last sentence:
"After the matter is completed, you can take it yourself."

Strong winds blew from the mountains, and the fallen leaves rustled in the air.

Master Huang was silent, his energy and spirit were exhausted, and his death came prematurely.

Lin Shan silently watched the old man who had been with him for less than a month. Fifty years as an unknown mortal, twenty years as a slave, another twenty years of living a life of debauchery at Nightingale headquarters, and finally died in the unknown depths of the Yanyun Mountains.
"Never mind. I'll help you this time."

After looking at the storage bag on the ground, Lin Shan closed Master Huang's eyes.

……

A quarter of an hour later, four cultivators of different appearances appeared beside the corpse of the green-robed old man. Among them were Princess Guo and the middle-aged man in brocade clothes.

"It should be the guy who fought with me by the stream that day." Princess Guo checked the wound of the green-robed old man and found that there were faint ice residues around it. She concluded that it was caused by Lin Shan's mid-level magic weapon.

"Is the Nightingale guest named Lin?" an old woman's voice came from the side.

"Who else could it be if not him?" The middle-aged man in brocade clothes had an angry look on his face. "The old monster in green robe has always been two-faced. He previously hid his identity and secretly revealed his itinerary to us, and then stopped the two Taoist friends from coming to help me and my sister by the stream."

"We formed an alliance two days ago to track down Nightingale and his partner, but today he secretly left us behind and came here to eat all the food! He spent all day hunting geese, only to be pecked by them!"

The other people also cursed and spit on the green-robed old man, saying that he deserved to die. But after cursing, they all looked at the brocade-robed middle-aged man, who was obviously the leader in their usual actions.

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes looked at the old man in green robe as he fled, and remained silent.

……

One day later, a young man in white was walking deep in the Yanyun Mountains and came to a foggy place.

“This should be the right place.”

Lin Shan compared the map he got from Master Huang's storage bag and observed it for a long time, confirming that the maze in front of him was the outer maze of Yichuanfang City.

Following the spell taught by Master Huang, after performing it for a while, a passage as high as a person slowly opened up in the fog in front of him, and Lin Shan walked straight in.

After walking about a hundred steps, the white fog around us dissipated and the view in front of us suddenly became clear.

A strong spiritual energy rushed towards him, and Lin Shan couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. The concentration of spiritual energy was five times that of the outside world, and this was just the outside. Looking at the green mountains, gurgling streams, birds singing and flowers blooming in front of him, it was as if he had come to a holy place for cultivation.

After walking along the mountain road for about a few miles, you can see terraces and canals on both sides of the mountain. Rows of golden crops stretch out in the wind on the ridges, and the rich wheat aroma mixed with spiritual energy blows into the mountains.

"Is this a spiritual field?"

Lin Shan smelled the moving fragrance, felt the spiritual energy in it, and was intoxicated.

He hurried down the mountain and saw fields of golden wheat ears. The grains were large and plump with a mellow color. Just one look at them made one's appetite whet and drool.

There are a few immortal cultivators in the distance in the field. From afar, they seem to be casting spells, sowing seeds and fertilizing, sprinkling water to control temperature, and making clouds and rain.

Along the way, Lin Shan quietly watched these monks working on the farm without making a sound to disturb them.

After crossing the ridges of the fields and climbing up another high mountain in front, we could faintly hear the sounds of people talking and laughing coming from the pavilion on the mountain.

Lin Shan climbed up the stairs, walked several hundred steps, and reached the top of the mountain.

The mountain is covered with clusters of bright red flowers, with spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums gathered in one season. There are five pavilions standing among the flower fields.

There were three pavilions in which three or five immortal cultivators were sitting. They raised their cups, drank from the winding stream, chatted and laughed, and performed small spells with their hands for everyone to point out and comment on.

Lin Shan took a few steps forward and saw that the people in the pavilion had no reaction when they saw him coming, so he quietly sat down in a corner of the pavilion. While pretending to admire the sea of ​​flowers, he listened attentively to the conversations of these immortal cultivators.

The monks took turns to speak. Some told about their interesting experiences while traveling, some shared their experiences while practicing, some performed their newly learned magic for everyone to appreciate, and some told some strange stories.
Lin Shan was listening to the discussion with fascination, and wanted to join in the discussion with these fellow cultivators. However, he knew that he was not very knowledgeable, and his cultivation was low, so he really didn't have any valuable information in his head, and he was afraid that he would be laughed at if he spoke out.

Moreover, he was not familiar with the people there, and forcing his way in would only cause nuisance. Now, just hiding in the corner and listening would bring him great benefits.

But at some point, a voice suddenly came from the pavilion: "Brother Daoist, I just brought back a jar of spiritual wine from my trip to Dayan, why don't you come and taste it together!"

Lin Shan, who was standing by the pavilion, was startled and realized that the voice was inviting him. He quickly stood up and saluted, feeling flattered:
"I have just come to Yichuan. I have heard that you Taoists are knowledgeable and talented, and every word you say is like a pearl. I am intoxicated by it. I do not intend to offend you."

A young man from an aristocratic family, dressed in the same white robe as Lin Shan, smiled gently and pointed to the seat next to him.

"Brother, you are too polite. As long as you come, you are welcome. Please take a seat!"

Four or five people around nodded and pulled Lin Shan to sit down. The young man in white who invited him took out a jar of wine and filled it for everyone. In an instant, the fragrance of wine filled the pavilion and even drifted to other pavilions.

Monks from other pavilions also came to ask for wine. The young man in white had a wide circle of friends and he never refused anyone who came. They talked and laughed, and when they were drunk, they let loose and sang and danced!
Lin Shan was a newcomer and felt a little reserved, but he just kept nodding and praising, taking a sip of wine from time to time.

With the enhanced panel identification, it is not dangerous.

This wine is indeed what the young man in white said, a magical brew brought back from the Great Yan Dynasty in the north. As soon as he took a sip, it was refreshing and nourishing, and it was equivalent to a whole day's meditation practice!

Lin Shan didn't dare drink too much, because he knew it was very expensive. People were willing to give it to him to lighten the mood, but he couldn't drink too much, and he knew the limits.

Through quiet investigation and observation, Lin Shan discovered that all the young men and women present were at least in the late stage of Qi training. Some of them had a gleam in their eyes, and it was estimated that they were not far from releasing their spiritual consciousness. It was very likely that they had already completed Qi training and were just one step away from building their foundation!
……

After some conversation, it was getting dark and everyone dispersed.

Some seemed to be leaving Yichuan in groups, some were walking alone towards different forks in the road ahead, and one buddy was lying in a pavilion with his chest exposed, drunk until he was unconscious, and fell asleep in the mountain breeze.

Before leaving, the young man in white gave Lin Shan some pointers: "I see that you are new here, so why not turn right and you can go straight to the market."

Lin Shan thanked him quickly and asked his name.

The young man in white did not hide his origins, and told him that he was born in the Gongsun family, a family of immortal cultivation, and his name was Gongsun Yu. And all the people present today were young men and young ladies from various immortal cultivation families, traveling together and passing through Yichuan.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Gongsun Yu went down the mountain.

Lin Shan secretly sighed that what he had seen and done today had brought him great gains and made him reluctant to leave.

This is the real place for cultivating immortality in his mind.

(End of this chapter)