Chapter 371 Turtle Immortal

Chapter 371 Turtle Immortal

Chapter 371 Turtle Immortal

"Shadow Heart."

Yan Chunyang closed his eyes and his heart beat violently.

He was almost going crazy after sitting in meditation for forty-two days. When he heard Ying Xin's voice, he almost lost his composure.

"My Lord, calm your mind."

Ying Xin was more cautious than him: "Be patient. Lord Mo Long is here with His Majesty's imperial decree. He will be in Hengshan in a few days."

"Master Molong, Master..."

Yan Chunyang's nose felt slightly hot.

Mo Long is the commander-in-chief of the Dragon Shadow Guard, but he is not one of the masters who died at the hands of his master, nor is he the two great masters. He is the incarnation of his master's spirit.

Carrying the sword's power to subdue demons, to some extent, it was like his master himself was present!
"Don't panic, my Lord. The prince treats you like his own son. Even if Long Yingchan is a great master, he would never dare to hurt you easily."

Ying Xin comforted him softly, "Not to mention His Majesty's will."

"These people in the martial arts world have no king or father. I'm afraid they don't care about your majesty's will, right?"

Yan Chunyang felt somewhat uneasy. Over the past thousands of years, he had seen too many cases of people in the martial arts world pretending to obey orders but actually disobeying them. The Dragon and Tiger Temple had even participated in the assassination attempt on the late emperor, which showed how bold they were.

"Your Majesty is not the late emperor."

Ying Xin snorted coldly: "If Longhu Temple does not obey your majesty's order, then Taizu's order to divide the world will have no weight!"

"Ok?"

Yan Chunyang was shocked: "Your Majesty is interested..."

"Your Majesty has never forgotten the assassination of the late emperor. It may not be impossible for you to do so now."

Ying had something in mind, but was quite timid, so he said:

"The Dragon and Tiger Temple would never dare to openly disobey the order, but this matter has caused a big stir and everyone in the martial arts world knows about it. I'm afraid it won't work if I ask them to release the person..."

Yan Chunyang nodded and agreed with it.

"Lord Molong means that he will invite Long Yingchan to come down the mountain for a gathering. At that time, we will sneak in secretly and kidnap the Marquis to prevent the two sides from confronting each other and the Dragon and Tiger Temple from secretly attacking you."

"Ok?"

Yan Chunyang frowned, feeling that something was wrong:

"Not appropriate. If a master from the Dragon and Tiger Temple were to ambush and attack you, you might not be able to stop him."

"By then, the Dragon and Tiger Temple may not be in the mood to attack the Marquis. Have you forgotten about Fa Yin Tongzi and that Blood Vajra?"

"You mean?"

Yan Chunyang's eyes lit up: "If Long Yingchan is not here, and the Evil God Cult takes action..."

"How can I not avenge my detention?"

Ying Xin knew what he was thinking, but she could only comfort him: "When the Marquis understands the Yin and Yang, it will not be too late to avenge this."

"You're right."

Yan Chunyang calmed down and asked again:

"Where is Master? Are you still looking for the Bafang Temple?"

"Originally, it was, but later it was transferred to the coast of the East China Sea."

"East China Sea? That spirit turtle?"

Yan Chunyang's heart moved, and he was a little surprised: "Master, isn't interested in that old turtle?"

"A few months ago, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, Wu Jianzhu, came out of seclusion..."

Ying Xin subconsciously lowered her voice: "I heard from Lord Mo Long that Master Wu Jian had been in seclusion for eight years and only then figured out that the spirit turtle contained the great secret of ascending to heaven..."

"Oh?"

Yan Chunyang was not very interested in this and asked a few questions casually. Yingxin had already quietly escaped when the dark clouds covered the sun.

"Whoo~"

Yan Chunyang sat quietly with his eyes closed. He did not challenge the sword intent that his master had left in his heart. Instead, he restrained his breath and waited.

This is the only elixir he has left.

……

hum~
In the small temple, Long Xixiang was sitting cross-legged, with strands of light interweaving into a scene in front of him. One of the scenes was of Yan Chunyang who was sitting in meditation and regulating his breathing.

"The various magical uses of the health furnace can only be used freely if you have passed the Tiangang level..."

Long Yingchan stood aside and explained to him how to use the health stove.

He pointed his finger, and all the scenes disappeared, leaving only Yan Chunyang's figure, which quickly enlarged to more than a person's height. Long Xixiang took a look and saw the faint shadow:

"The Dragon Shadow Guard is indeed difficult to kill. No wonder he is so courageous."

"They are just some half-dead ghosts. It doesn't matter whether they are killed or not."

Long Yingchan frowned, his eyes dark, "That Wan Zhuliu really cares about his disciple, he even sent his spirit to personally go on this trip..."

Long Xixiang looked at him carefully. Under the interweaving of light and shadow, it seemed as if he was face to face with Yan Chunyang: "This person's appearance seems to be somewhat similar to Wan Zhuliu?"

"Maybe it's Wan Zhuliu's illegitimate child?"

"Hard to say."

The two chatted for a few words, and then the light and shadow in front of them dissipated.

"This man dared to rape and kill a woman in Hengshan City. If we don't kill him, it will be difficult to appease the public anger!"

A murderous intent flashed in Long Xixiang's eyes: "Even if he is Wan Zhuliu's biological son, he must die."

"Kill, of course I have to kill him."

Long Yingchan glanced at him and said, "After I go down the mountain, something may happen. You can deal with it then. It is best to be quick and decisive and avoid any gossip."

"You always think too much."

Long Xixiang frowned.

"If you don't run a household, how can you know the difficulties of being a householder?"

Long Yingchan sighed. Sometimes, he was too lazy to explain to these reckless men in the sect, which made him feel unhappy.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Hearing him sigh, Long Xixiang also had a headache. He didn't want to listen to this old man complaining and lecturing, so he decisively stopped him and changed the subject:

"Come to think of it, those families should be arriving soon too?"

"Qinglong Pavilion is a long way away, and Yiqi Villa was delayed by something. I heard that Master Yuanqing was blocked by his confidante from his early years for several months..."

There was a smile on Long Yingchan's face.

"That old guy is a playboy. He was so carefree when he was young, but he has to pay it back when he's old."

Long Xixiang snorted coldly. He and Taoist Yuan Qing were half of the same generation and they had some friendship in the past, but it was only a fist-based friendship.

"Master Yuan Qing has excellent talents and good luck. If he had not been so unruly, he might have already figured out the secrets of the 'Divine Palace'."

"It's just a possibility. Wan Zhuliu hasn't even built a divine palace, so what virtue and ability does he have?"

"Martial arts has nothing to do with virtue."

Long Yingchan knew about the slight grudge between his junior fellow apprentice and Yuan Qing Zhenren, so he stopped talking about it and instead talked about the martial arts performances of the various sects:
"Among the younger generation of the imperial court, there are few outstanding people except Yan Chunyang. After that, the only one who can compete with Xinglie for the top spot is Pei Xingkong from Yiqi Villa, besides Shi Qingyi from Qinglong Pavilion."

"Good talent?"

Long Xixiang didn't understand this.

"You should not be inferior to me."

Long Yingchan commented: "Especially Pei Xingkong. It is said that this boy has the demeanor of Yuan Qing Zhenren. He is not interested in men and women and has a calm mind."

"In this case, it doesn't matter if I win first place. It's just an opportunity to take the test of the true teachings."

Long Xixiang felt relieved. Since he was not inferior to them, it was obvious that he had no chance of becoming a Taoist, so it was no big deal.

In the martial arts performances of various sects, the apparent prize is that each sect produces a top-grade magic weapon, the last one to produce two, then the leader gets three, the next one gets two, and the third one gets one.

But secretly, there is also a test opportunity for each of the relic sects among the mysterious weapons they hold.

This is the reason why the five major Taoist sects share their resources with each other, and it is also the reason why people in the court need to be screened out in advance.

Glancing at the courtyard opposite, Long Yingchan felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that Li is too young. It would be best if the competition could be postponed for ten years." "If he really wins the championship, it may not be a good thing. With his talent, if he really enters those ruins sects, they may not abide by the rules..."

Rules are rules. In a true trial initiated by the Lord of Arms, winning or losing is not a big deal. But if someone with the potential to become a Taoist enters one's own relic sect, then the rules will be worthless.

Long Yingchan nodded. If it were him, he would not follow the rules either.

No matter how big the rules are, they are not bigger than the mysterious soldiers of heaven.

"Try to familiarize yourself."

Long Yingchan prepared to leave.

Long Xixiang suddenly called him: "Tell me, have you used the health furnace to spy on anyone before?"

"The health-preserving furnace is a sect's most important device. How can we move it lightly?"

Long Yingchan frowned.

"is it?"

Long Xixiang was a little suspicious, but Long Yingchan warned him and left.

"This old guy..."

Long Xixiang shook his head in his heart. Although he could not remember what happened in the past forty years, he still had some vague impressions.

But he did not delve into it further. He sat cross-legged and began to try to familiarize himself with the health-preserving furnace. It was not easy. The furnace did not recognize its master after all. Every time he urged it, it seemed as if he was asking for something.

"but……"

Looking at the various scenes interwoven by light and shadow, Long Xixiang relaxed his brows and was attracted by those scenes:

“It’s easy to use. It’s really easy to use.”

……

……

Hengshan Road is located to the east of Dayun, close to the East China Sea. To the south is Gusu Road.

Gusu Road is located in the southeast, with more water and fewer mountains in the area. The Pingjiang Grand Canal runs through all the roads, and it lasts the longest in this road. Many large and small cities are located beside the canal, so the business is extremely prosperous.

Dingtian Prefecture is located at the intersection of Yueyou River and the Grand Canal. Because it is closest to Hengshan Road, there are many caravans stopping here all year round.

Huhu~
On the Grand Canal, ships came from the south, and a large ship six stories high slowly docked at the shore.

"Brother Pei, we have arrived at Dingtianfu City. Shall we stop here for a few days?"

On the big ship, someone was begging. He was a handsome young man, who was pulling a young man with a sallow face. Many young men with long swords and knives on their backs also came to look.

The young man with a sallow face sat cross-legged on the deck. He had no valuables on him except for a long sword held in front of his chest, and he seemed to be breathing.

Hearing this, he opened his eyes.

With a glance, you can see the exquisite and beautiful pleasure boats, some painted with flowers or red, docked by the river.

"No!"

Pei Xingkong frowned: "The fireworks here are too strong, it is not suitable to stop. Let's go to Hengshan Road and find a city to stop."

"Brother Pei, please be considerate of our fellow disciples. It's really hard for us to stay afloat for 20 days. We can just dock for one day!"

"Yes, Brother Pei."

"Just one day..."

When someone spoke, everyone started to make a noise.

Pei Xingkong had no choice but to let the boat dock. All the disciples of Yiqi Villa were overjoyed. They picked up their bags and jumped from the deck more than ten feet high to the riverside, attracting the attention of people nearby.

There are many people who make a living by fishing in the Grand Canal, so they are not surprised to see this. Only some young people have some longing in their eyes.

"Who are those people?"

A fisherman was collecting his nets when he heard the question and looked up.

A small boat was floating down the river. On the boat stood a strange-looking old man. He was short and slightly hunched. He was wearing brown and yellow clothes and had a bamboo hat on his back.
His forehead was broad and slightly raised, his face was deeply wrinkled, and his smile looked very strange. What was even stranger was that on a sunny day, he was actually holding a large black umbrella and covering himself completely with it.

"Boatman?"

"Oh, they should be disciples of Yiqi Villa. Look at the flag hanging on the boat..."

"Oh, thank you."

The old man took a glance and saw the word "Qi" written on the flag of the big ship, with dragons and phoenixes flying in the air, which looked quite magnificent.

"Yiqi Villa..."

With light steps, the boat approached the shore. The boatman looked over and saw that the old man was hunched over and carrying a bamboo hat, just like a giant turtle coming ashore.

"Shu~"

Suddenly, the old man turned around. The boatman was frightened and forced a smile.

"Boatman, go ashore and walk eastward along this stone for 480 steps. Then, dig 13 feet deep..."

The old man was holding an umbrella and his voice was deep and powerful.

"what?"

The boatman was startled: "Why?"

"Haha~"

The old man smiled slightly, and two flags suddenly fell from the big black umbrella he was holding. When the wind blew, they stood up high.

The boatman and the nearby merchants who were attracted by him all looked at him.

But I saw a banner with the words "What are you asking?"

Another one reads 'Don't ask what?'

Is this a fortune teller?

The boatman was disappointed, but someone else grinned and walked quickly in the direction the old man said. He was quite good at light work. After a while, a cry of surprise came from the other side:

"Twenty ounces of gold!"

"what?"

There were many people on the shore, and they started talking about it after hearing what he said. The boatman was stunned and immediately regretted it.

"Living God!"

"Old man, help me calculate where the gold is."

"Old man, help me calculate..."

There were many ships and merchants outside Dingtianfu City. At this moment, many people's attention was attracted, including the disciples of Yiqi Villa who jumped off the boat.

"Yo, you charlatan."

A middle-aged swordsman sneered.

A young disciple glanced at him and asked curiously, "Brother Wang, how do you know he's a liar?"

"Junior Brother Zhang, this is your first time out of the village, so you must remember that all fortune tellers in the martial arts world are fake."

The middle-aged swordsman coughed lightly and taught his fellow disciples:

"Just think about it, if you have the ability to tell fortunes, would you keep it to yourself or would you help others get rich in exchange for the money?"

"Brother Wang is right."

Upon hearing this, the young disciples all thought it made sense.

"Be careful what you say and do."

Pei Xingkong frowned slightly, rebuked him lightly, and then bowed to the old man who was looking over:

"Don't blame me, elder. I am just saying what I mean."

As he said this, he casually took out a piece of silver and flicked his finger. The old man was quick to grab the silver and weigh it:
"Is this considered divination money?"

Pei Xingkong was slightly startled: "I guess so, but Pei doesn't have anything to calculate."

"That doesn't count."

The old man smiled, looked at Pei Xingkong's receding back, and murmured in his heart:

"The people here have a little less luck."

(End of this chapter)