Chapter 468: Hidden Sect, Immortal Guides the Way
Chapter 468: Hidden Sect, Immortal Guides the Way
The Leiyin Continent is mountainous, water-rich, and has many islands.
This small town is also surrounded by mountains and rivers. Although the city is not big, it is quite prosperous.
Li Yuan found a seat by the window. There was a high platform in the restaurant with an old man telling stories on it. In the private room on the sixth floor, there was the faint sound of singing.
There is not much entertainment these days. From Hengshan City to Leiyin Province, the restaurants along the way are all the same, all following the same model. There is really nothing new.
Only the delicacies may have very different tastes due to the differences in spiritual animals and spices produced in different places.
As usual, Monk Liaokong ordered two tables of food. Although he was addicted to gambling, he also observed all the precepts of the Xinyi Sect. At least during this trip, he did not eat any meat.
"Come, Junior Brother Li, try this braised red-browed spiritual fish. This is a spiritual fish that is a specialty of our Leiyin Continent. It tastes delicious."
Monk Liaokong greeted them.
Although he is a vegetarian, he never cares if others eat meat, and he even knows all kinds of delicious food.
“It’s really delicious.”
Li Yuan tasted a few bites. He thought it tasted good, but he was not very good at commenting. However, he kept using his chopsticks and soon, he had finished the whole fish.
Master Wanchuan and his disciple each held a pot of Baicao Wine, which was the wine they brought from Longhu Temple.
Li Yuan chewed slowly. He had taken a fasting pill yesterday, so he wasn't very hungry throughout the day, so he just wanted to satisfy his hunger.
Inside the restaurant, the storyteller's voice was rising and falling as he told the well-known "Legend of Yuan Qing". Although he had heard it many times, Li Yuan still listened with great interest.
The deeds of Yuan Qing Zhenren are one thing, but different personal interpretations naturally bring different kinds of interest.
"Master Yuan Qing's reputation is truly great."
Wanchuan put down his chopsticks and saw that Li Yuan was listening attentively. He couldn't help feeling a little emotional, because he had seen Master Yuanqing.
"It is said that Master Yuan Qing did not attend the martial arts performance this time because he was blocked by his former confidante?"
Qiao Tianhe was talking about the gossip he had heard, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was stared at by Wan Chuan.
There are some things that ordinary people in the world can talk about, but they cannot mention them.
Qiao Tianhe hurriedly lowered his head to eat, while Li Yuan was attracted by the conversation of a few drinkers not far away.
"Just now the government office posted a notice saying that the King of Zhenwu wants to hold a grand ceremony and invites fellow martial artists to come to the capital to watch it?"
"I heard that it's related to some Bafang Temple?"
"It doesn't matter whether it's the Bafang Temple or not. I heard that the court wants to take this opportunity to recruit guest officials, and it is said that the treatment they offer is very good."
What those wanderers were discussing was actually the Bafang Temple Festival.
In fact, it was not just these two people. Li Yuan listened attentively. Among the hundreds of people in the martial arts world on the six floors above and below, at least 30% were talking about this matter.
This ratio is very high.
"Eight-way Temple."
Monk Liaokong put down his teacup and concentrated for a moment. He also heard the discussion. His expression changed slightly and he said in a voice transmission:
"Brother Li, please tell me something. Are you going down the mountain this time to watch the sacrifice in the capital of the gods?"
"Ok?"
Li Yuan frowned slightly: "Why do you say that, Senior Brother Liaokong?"
"There are similar rumors in the martial arts world, saying that you and Brother Xinglie are going down the mountain to attend the imperial court sacrifice. Not only you, I heard that the true disciples of the other families have not returned to the mountain either."
Monk Liaokong sent a telepathic message to ask, he had been holding it in for a while, he always felt that these five sects were secretly contacting each other and excluding their Xinyi Sect.
"This, indeed, is not the case."
Li Yuan shook his head.
He was quite interested in the Bafang Temple Festival, but he had no interest in going to the capital of gods.
"is it?"
Monk Liaokong was in a daze, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "I bet the Taoist masters will definitely go!"
"..."
Master and disciple Wanchuan looked up at him. Li Yuan was a little amused. Monk Lekong had gambled a lot along the way.
He could not escape the word gambling in every three sentences. From rumors in the underworld to his three meals a day, there was nothing he did not gamble on.
"Bet or not?"
Monk Liaokong coughed lightly.
"No gambling."
Li Yuan waved his hand. He would not place a bet unless it was a sure win.
"what?"
While several people were talking, there was suddenly some commotion downstairs. Li Yuan's heart moved slightly. He had good hearing and had heard the source of the commotion.
It was a burly man with a big beard. He rushed out of the building with a knife in his hand, saying "Here we go again".
The commotion was not limited to the restaurant, some pedestrians nearby also followed suit.
"Is there excitement?"
Qiao Tianhe was a little curious and leaned over to take a look.
Wanchuan was very direct. He raised his hand and grabbed a drinker who was coming down from upstairs and asked.
The drunkard was a little impatient at first, but when he turned around and saw the crowd, he was shocked. There was a Taoist priest and a monk, three people you shouldn't mess with in the martial arts world, and yet there were two of them here?
People who travel the world have good eyesight. The drinker quickly replied:
"You are passing by, but you may not know that a few days ago, a master came to Blackwater City. He said he came from some hidden sect and wanted to recruit disciples here..."
"Hidden Sect?"
Li Yuan and his companions looked at each other.
Practicing martial arts full-time requires a lot of resources. From ancient times to the present, there has never been any sect or family hiding behind the scenes.
Not to mention, coming to such a small place to recruit disciples.
"What a courage."
Monk Liaokong's face darkened slightly, which immediately frightened the drinker.
"Not urgent."
Li Yuan stopped him and asked, "What then?"
"Then, the fairy settled down in the city. She would come out every few days, and every time she did, she would attract a large crowd of onlookers..."
"Fairy?"
Qiao Tianhe was startled: "She's a woman?"
"Yes, it's a beauty."
The drinker couldn't help but retort.
"beauty?"
Wanchuan frowned slightly: "That fairy, did you ever mention which hidden sect you came from?"
"This……"
The drinker shook his head blankly.
Wanchuan waved his hand and asked him to leave. The few people didn't care too much. There were no hidden sects in the world, but there were always scammers.
"I gonna go see."
Qiao Tianhe was a man who loved to join in the fun, and without waiting for his master to scold him, he had already rushed into the crowd.
"Bastard!"
Wanchuan scolded but didn't stop him.
In Hengshan City, many heroes gathered. The master and the disciple were not very noticeable, but in such a small place, Qiao Tianhe could run rampant.
The weight of a shape-changing warrior is heavier than a mountain in a small town like this.
Li Yuan looked out the window and suddenly said, "How about we go and take a look?"
"Junior Brother Li also likes to watch the fun?"
Liaokong was a little surprised. Along the way, except for going into the city to eat, he hardly ever saw Li Yuan go out.
"Then go have a look."
Wanchuan agreed without thinking, and felt relieved, thinking that this boy was a natural ascetic.
It seems that he is full of vigor and vitality and is young and full of admiration.
Hearing about the beauty, I am still somewhat interested...
Li Yuan didn't care about what these two people were thinking. He was a little absent-minded, and when he took a quick glance, he actually saw the light of weapon.
Although it was only a flash and he couldn't see it clearly, he was sure that it was at least the light of a tenth-rank weapon.
It could even be, the Mysterious Soldiers of Heaven's Destiny?
……
……
The east of Heishui City. The east of the city is where the rich live, and the streets are wide and clean. From the entrance, the streets extend straight and differentiate into alleys.
Outside an alley, there is a large house with a spacious front door and open terrain. There are dozens of strong servants outside, blocking the gangsters who are flocking in.
In the courtyard, on a six-story building, there is a wide view and you can see the crowds of people gathering outside the door.
"Fairy, everyone is here."
A middle-aged man dressed in silk knocked on the small door on the sixth floor outside the courtyard. He sniffed the smell coming from the room with a dazed look in his eyes.
"Ah."
Someone in the room responded. With just this one response, the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned red and he went downstairs in a daze.
“Not here either…”
Inside the room, a woman with a charming figure but a somewhat cold expression was putting on makeup in front of the mirror.
She said she was dressing up, but in reality, she was using her fingers, dipped in an unknown red liquid, to draw on an old bronze mirror:
"I have wasted so much of my time, could it be that this 'Immortal Guidance' has also been bound by that ruined temple?
Or is it that my secret learning is not good enough? "
The woman had a graceful figure and was wearing a tight black dress. At this moment, she was looking at the mirror with a frown on her face.
The blood on her hands was her own. It was not only her essence and blood, but also a lot of Yuanhuo she had consumed.
"That shouldn't be the case. These primordial flames come from the hairy gods of this world. Logically, they shouldn't be blocked by that dilapidated temple. Could it be that I didn't learn the immortal's guidance correctly?"
The woman in black frowned.
The Immortal's Guidance is a magical skill she secretly learned from her own master. As the name suggests, it can point her to the right path and a way out in times of extreme danger.
hum~
A faint light appeared on the ancient mirror, and the blood-colored lines flashed and disappeared. Then, blood-colored words appeared one by one:
"It comes from the southeast, across the Black Water."
Can't you be more clear?
The black-silver woman slapped away the dim light and put away the bronze mirror.
Hearing the noise outside the building, she frowned slightly, took a veil and put it on, then took down a black umbrella from the wall and walked out of the attic.
"What a bunch of filthy people, not to mention gods, demons, and stars, they don't even have the talent to enter the rank."
The woman in black shook her head inwardly, but glanced at the crowd. A faint light flashed in her eyes.
This is the light of talent entering the second level, but unfortunately, it is only the second level.
Sighing inwardly, she went downstairs.
Woo~
The moment the woman in black walked out of the gate of the house, the noisy sound in the open space outside the yard suddenly dissipated.
In the crowd, Qiao Tianhe felt his heart beating violently and he could no longer take his eyes away.
When he was caught in the glance from the woman, he felt every bone in his body go numb.
"Snapped!"
A slap on the shoulder stopped Qiao Tianhe who was about to move forward. Wan Chuan's old face turned black. This kid was too spineless.
"roll!"
Wanchuan wanted to slap him to wake him up.
Behind the two of them, Liao Kong clasped his hands together, his expression quite solemn. He whispered:
"What an amazing charm! I almost got caught in it!"
After transmitting the message, he glanced at Li Yuan and saw that the latter's eyes were fluctuating violently, as if he was also captivated?
'His state of mind is not as good as mine.'
The monk was in a good mood all of a sudden, but he still reached out and patted Li Yuan on the shoulder, saying:
"Junior Brother Li, you..."
"..."
Li Yuan forced himself to suppress the urge to turn around and leave, and retreated into the crowd without leaving a trace.
Damn it!
Li Yuan's heart twitched. He hadn't seen the light of the weapon yet, but he recognized the woman walking out of the door with a black umbrella.
This woman was the one he had seen when he was listening to the heavenly sound before, and the one who had made a deal with the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva.
Poison Dragon Academy, Chi Lian!
Visitors from outer space...
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Li Yuan had already activated the method of hiding his form and aura in the wind, tiger, cloud and dragon.
"Junior Brother Li?"
Seeing Li Yuan disappear into the crowd, Liaokong felt that something was wrong, but before he could think about it, he felt a chill in his heart.
When I looked up, I saw a pair of eyes with clear black and white.
Oh, it's so beautiful...
"This monk has been tricked!"
Seeing Kong stretching his neck with saliva about to drip, Li Yuan felt his heart go blank and subconsciously replaced the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer.
"what?"
Li Yuan hid very well, but still heard the voice, and then he also felt the real gaze falling on him.
"Level 3 talent, or two?"
It was almost dusk, and Li Yuan glanced at the woman in black and felt that her eyes were burning like torches.
Across the crowd, their eyes were fixed on me.
"Are there any masters?"
The woman in black raised her eyebrows slightly, and the crowd that had gathered around her dispersed without a word.
At this moment, even Wanchuan noticed something strange and looked over in horror.
Hundreds of people were seen like zombies, some staggering, some retreating, and some returning to where they came from as if sleepwalking.
"This……"
Wanchuan was shocked.
Li Yuan only felt his body slightly hot, and a ray of light rose from the Canglong cassock he was wearing under his Taoist robe.
Pure white like jade, in just a turn, it turned into a little monk about one foot tall, with red lips and white teeth, wearing a Taoist robe.
It was none other than Long Xi Xiang.
"Master?"
Li Yuan felt relieved. As expected, the old dragon head did not give him the cassock for nothing.
"Master Fulong?"
Wanchuan stared in amazement, and Monk Liaokong shuddered, suddenly awakened, stepped back in horror, and no longer dared to look directly into the eyes of the woman in black.
"Who is your Excellency?"
The faint white light dissipated, and Long Xixiang stood on Li Yuan's shoulder. He looked at the woman in black in front of the door with a serious expression.
"Protector?"
Gently turning the black umbrella, the black-clad woman Chi Lian looked Long Xixiang up and down with a slightly strange expression on her face.
Is a disciple with such talent worthy of the protection of such a master?
She was surprised, but then she realized that although this world was not small, it was very secluded, and a peerless talent was barely enough to qualify.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Long Xixiang spoke again, and he was also sizing up the woman:
"What do you want?"
He didn't remember much from the past forty years, but he had made up for it in the past year.
There are only a few famous grand masters in the world. Where did this woman come from?
And this breath...
"My name is Chi Lian."
The woman in black spoke, her voice was cold, but without the previous charm:
"I am here, waiting for someone who is destined to be with me."
"Destined person?"
Long Xixiang frowned and glanced at Li Yuan.
"not him."
Chi Lian carefully looked at Li Yuan and the fat monk who was sweating profusely beside him, and shook his head:
"It shouldn't be him."
Hearing this, Long Xixiang's brows relaxed.
Chi Lian paused for a moment and then spoke:
"I want to feel the bones, is that okay with you, sir?"
(End of this chapter)