Xianmen can only be saved by me

Chapter 8

After the ninety-nine and eighty-one thunderbolts struck before, it rained in the mountains, and there is still that slightly moist moisture in the air.

There are two people standing under the bluestone steps. They look young, but the person in the middle of the road has a more restrained temperament and is obviously much more mature.He frowned tightly, as if he was anxious, he kept looking at the end of the mountain road, letting the cold mountain wind pass by, but he seemed unconscious.

The little disciple who was leaning against the mountain wall at the side couldn't stand anymore—the standard brocade clothes he was wearing couldn't resist the wind—and he said timidly: "Uncle Master, why don't you go back first, it's two hours. Damn, if Master Uncle comes out, we will send you a letter..."

There is a wooden house for rest on the mountainside, if the headmaster is not standing here, these little disciples don't have to take turns to accompany them.

After Yan Pingran finished listening, he turned his head and glanced at the young disciple: "Haven't you built a foundation yet?"

"Soon." Speaking of this, the little disciple looked a little happy, "The place where my uncle has practiced is full of mysterious meanings. Although I don't understand it, I have understood it. The senior brother in the scripture hall told me not to worry, and said about the foundation establishment. Pay attention to a "successful course of action", I held back for a while..."

"Well, the truth is correct." Yan Pingran nodded, "But the foundation building can't hold back the mountain wind, so go back and rest first, I'll just wait here by myself."

"How can this be done?" The little disciple still had a lantern in his hand that had been held up at night, and said lightly, "The head is the head, not the one who holds the lamp."

Yan Pingran laughed: "You are not good at hand, but you are sharp with your mouth! That's enough, "you can do great things with your ability", those who can't handle the wind don't suffer here, you go quickly - you won't want me to send you off ? "

The little disciple scratched his hair in embarrassment. Seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, he had no choice but to go down the mountain: "Then, the uncle of the sect master should pay attention to rest! You have been standing here for two days!"

Yan Pingran waved his hand.

He wanted to go back and rest. Although the mountain wind would not affect him, it was still annoying, but he was afraid that he would miss it once he left.

It wasn't until the sun rose high that the fog in the mountains dissipated a little, and he saw the white dress appearing from the end of the mountain path, walking slowly towards this side.

Yan Pingran breathed a sigh of relief.

When someone approached him, he laughed, "You left the customs safely."

The visitor looked stern, glanced at him lightly, nodded and said, "Senior Brother Yan."

He has respect but no respect in his words, so it is impossible to argue with him—Yun Nianchen has been like this since he was a child, he is extremely talented, but he is cold and indifferent, except for the brothers and sisters in the teacher's school, he has always been too lazy to talk to others of.

Yan Pingran is not a master with him, so of course he is also considered "too lazy to talk to each other", and being able to say hello is considered very polite.

Besides... Yan Pingran knew that Yun Nianchen should hate him.

Thinking of this matter makes me feel stuck, so I can't think about it, Yan Pingran took out a cloth bag from his pocket, "I let that kid He Zhou deal with the mortals involved last night, and brought the bowl back, you Do you want to see it?"

"Is the person still alive?"

"Alive, sent to Jinxiu." Yan Pingran smiled, as if coaxing, "Do you want to go and see?"

"I don't know how to save people." Yun Nianchen's tone was indifferent, without any intention of turning around.

His eyes fell on the cloth bag, staring at it for a while, and with a thought, the cloth bag and the contents inside instantly turned into powder.

Yan Pingran opened his mouth: "I thought you would want to collect it."

"This is the object that my senior brother burned and played with in the early years. I still have a lot in my room." Yun Nianchen lowered his eyes, then raised his eyes again, "By the way, I'm going down the mountain."

Yan Pingran: "..."

Grass, fortunately he is here!

"This matter must not be done." Yan Pingran slowed down his tone, and persuaded him nicely, "You see, Houshan has not been peaceful in recent years. It is different now. No one in the sect can watch it except you. Besides Said, every year, I have people publish revelations about missing persons, but there is no news so far, and it will not help if you go down the mountain... Besides, if you leave now, who will trouble Fang Mingxiu?"

Yun Nianchen wanted to go down, but when he heard this, he stopped and turned around: "Why are you bothering him?"

He just drove Fang Mingxiu back yesterday, the poor should not chase after him, besides...

He can't see Mingxiu above.

"This time, Zixiaomen summoned monks from all over the world to discuss the current world of the Demon Dao. The invitation letter was not sent to us. If you say that back then, the entrance to the Demon Realm was sealed by the uncle! I think it is reasonable, we Everyone should lose their temper, right? The cultivators in the world can't let the monks think that our Tianxing Xianmen is a soft persimmon."

then……

Yun Nianchen lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, then raised his head for a moment: "You can figure it out."

After all, continue to walk down the mountain.

Yan Pingran was startled: "You insist on going down the mountain?"

"Yes." Yun Nianchen didn't look back.

"Yun Nianchen," Yan Pingran said with a rare stern look on his face, and a little more emphasis on his tone, "You just came back from the outside world before retreating."

"I have retreated for 200 years."

Yun Nianchen seemed to be strolling in the garden, but he didn't know how to walk. In a blink of an eye, there was no one, only the voice came back along the mountain wind.

"It's not easy to make progress, Brother Yan won't even take care of walking."

"Uh..." Tell you a big-headed ghost, think he will believe it?

But it's useless if you don't believe it - since that person is gone, no one in the Celestial Star Sect can control Yun Nianchen. 200 years ago, Yan Pingran risked his life to bring Yun Nianchen, who was almost insane, back from the outside, and forced him back to the Beichen Peak for retreat; now that he has broken through to the Guiyi Realm, Yan Pingran has no reason or ability to stop him.

Yan Pingran was a little annoyed by him, and couldn't help shouting: "What if you leave the sect!"

If it wasn't for him not daring to chase after him, the shout echoed and magnified through the valley would still have some momentum.Yun Nianchen probably walked away, and it took a long time for the sound to be sent back along the mountain wind.

"I'll watch."

"Look? You're all gone to see a ghost," Yan Pingran said indignantly, "It will be a year soon. Once the New Disciple Entrance Ceremony is about to begin, Beichen Peak’s handyman disciples will also be replaced, if you are capable, you should show up and have a look!”

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Yun Nianchen didn't hear his broken thoughts, and in a blink of an eye, he followed the traces that had not dissipated in the wind, chasing all the way to the outside of Mufu Town.

It was his first time visiting this place, but since he had seen it in the spirit vision the night before, he was no stranger to it.

The water level of the lake seems to have dropped a bit.

He looked around the lake for half a circle, came to the place where his sword light broke the bowl last night, and discerned the remaining aura around him.

Finally, he reached the place where the Zixiaomen disciple landed after being sent flying.

It didn't take long, and there were still some dark blood stains on the ground. Yun Nianchen's eyes moved slightly, and he bent down to pick up some soil from the ground, and crushed it with his fingertips.

A ray of black mist, which is hard to see for ordinary people, floated out from the soil, as if under some kind of guidance, it "swimmed" nimbly into Yun Nianchen's heart like a snake.He frowned, and for a moment he smiled lightly, his eyes full of mockery.

"Bad air...you really dare to come out."

As soon as the words fell, the white-clothed figure had disappeared in place.

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Xie Lin opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the winding dragon pattern on the top of his head.The house was exquisitely built, and even the wooden bed frame was carved with mythical beasts. Xie Lin felt the fragrance of money in his breath, and couldn't help but take another big breath.

Then the chest and abdomen seemed to be pulled from side to side, and the wound suddenly hurt.

It can be said to be a typical operation of extreme joy begets sorrow.

Xie Lin woke up briefly when he entered the door, and heard Yi Hezhou say that he was going to return to his life, handed him over to the little disciple who came to welcome the door, and said, "Take him to the Yuanfang Pavilion and let Master Chu show it."

Where is Yuanfang Pavilion, who is Master Chu, Xie Lin has no idea, he can only feel that he is being dragged by something soft and tough, moving to a certain place.The scent of green grass with moisture in the mountains penetrated into the nostrils, and the small and distant human voices were heard by the ears. The two young disciples seemed to be talking and laughing, and the warm sunlight slid over the thin eyelids from time to time. The atmosphere was really good. It didn't take long for him to fall back into a deep sleep.

Woke up right here, probably Yuanfang Pavilion.

He couldn't lie down, and when the pain subsided, he quickly got up from the bed.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he slept a few times along the way, and every time he opened his eyes, he felt more comfortable and stronger than the last time. Now as long as he can bear the pain, the injury will no longer affect his actions.

Just about to get out of bed, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a long-armed, long-legged white figure walking cheerfully, and ran out of the room in a blink of an eye; the other poured water from the table, and handed it to the bed in small, dignified steps.

Xie Lin was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was something he had brought back when he was unconscious.

It turned out to be a paper man?

This piece of paper is as tall as a person, and the workmanship is not exquisite, as if it was cut by hand, but the movements are so real that Xie Lin couldn't help but say "thank you" when he took the water glass.

Then I saw the two long "arms" of the paper figurine stretched out to the blank round head, made a movement that probably covered his face, and twisted its body left and right.

Even a shy paper man.

Compared with the sharp sword light, this little thing of life shocked Xie Lin more.He sipped the water in his cup, pulled his front and walked to the door. He saw distant mountains shrouded in mist, row upon row of houses, and neatly cultivated gardens lined up in front of his eyes; There are small paper dolls of different sizes carrying water to the plantation.

It's not beyond his understanding of this world. Xie Lin came from modern society, and he doesn't think he's someone who has never seen the world.

However, this "celestial mountain and blessed land" that seamlessly combines the landscape and nature with the magic of the gods and human beings, the impact is still a bit big.

He was a little moved. After all, in his previous life, he didn't have many opportunities to go out to enjoy the natural scenery. In this life, Mufu Town, where he lived for 15 years, was too barren.

Probably from this moment, in Xie Lin's eyes, the Celestial Star Sect is no longer the cold "revelation of missing people" in "Tian Shou Monthly", but has become concrete.

Just as he was in a daze, a person in the distance came with big strides, followed by the long paper man who just ran out.

The sleeves of the clothes fluttered with her movements, and the strong plum red almost dazzled the eyes.Xie Lin looked there, and quickly fixed his eyes on the other person's face, not embarrassed to glance down.

There is no other reason, this girl's neckline is really a bit wide, and there are clear colors between her eyebrows and eyes, she seems to be a bright and neat person.

"Are you awake?" The young woman finally stopped in front of him.

Xie Lin nodded: "Thank you, sir, for taking care of me. My name is Xie Lin. I don't know what you...how do you call me?"

"Chu Jinxiu." She said, "Don't call me "Master", it's not that honorable.I think you are only fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as a few young disciples in the sect, so you don't call me "Uncle Chu" like they do. "

Xie Lin was taken aback, and said, "I'm not a disciple of the Heavenly Star Immortal Sect, so it's not too bad to shout like that..."

"Didn't that kid He Zhou say you want to get started?" Chu Jinxiu raised his eyebrows, "The annual getting started ceremony will be next month, I think you can catch up."

"Uh..." Xie Lin thought for a while and said, "It was my adoptive father, Brother Guan Yi, who asked for favors, but I don't think it's appropriate. I think I should go to Middle-earth and go to the academy with my younger brother after the injury is healed. "

"How can there be a serious fairy gate in the academy? Our Tianxing fairy gate has been passed down for thousands of years. The current master is the third generation of No. 30, and the first 32 have all ascended. With this number, looking at the fairy gates in the world, let's take the second place. Dare to recognize the number one? There are many seniors in the sect, the inheritance notes are complete, and the collection is complete in the library. You can find secret books for any one you want to practice. It can be said that Tianxing Xianmen is a place worthy of the phrase "Great Immortal Gate" .You can safely and boldly enter with your eyes closed, and you can bring your younger brother to try it later. If you pass the test and enter the door, wouldn't that save you a lot of money? "Chu Jinxiu spoke seriously.

Xie Lin: "..."

A strange feeling in his heart became stronger.

What happened to your Heavenly Star Immortal Sect?Why do you still ask your disciples to get started? ?Isn't this a world where the eyes of the great immortals are higher than the top? ?

Can you still respect the setting of the next person!

"Anyway, I have to recuperate first..."

He felt that it was not good, and subconsciously used time to delay Dafa.Chu Jinxiu was unrestrained, and raised her chin to signal: "Take off your clothes, let me show you."

Knowing that it was because of the injury, Xie Lin was still a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he was injured on the back, so he could turn around and undress.

For some reason, the clothes that were wet before hadn't dried, because Yi Hezhou mentioned that "it seems to be good for recovery", he didn't dare to take them off when he woke up, but just put on another clothes to keep out the wind.At this time, I finally took off my clothes, but I didn't feel so cold anymore.

He hugged the shirt he had taken off to his chest in embarrassment, and felt two slightly warm fingers pointing near the wound, and a stream of clear water that seemed cool but still hot poured into his body from the wound, which was inexplicably familiar.

After thinking for a long time, I remembered that I seemed to have experienced it when my consciousness was blurred.

"It's amazing, where did the water on your body come from?" Chu Jinxiu sighed.

Xie Lin didn't know why, and said, "It's an ordinary lake outside our town? I was beaten into the water, and then..."

"This water is healing your wounds, that's why you healed so quickly." Seeing him turn around, Chu Jinxiu was delighted, "Is it strange? Everything in the world has spirits, and not only monks with water spirit roots can heal injuries. I guess , if you hadn’t been thrown into the water, you might have died at that time.”

The sword of a monk in the Foundation Establishment period pierced through the vest of a mortal, and it would be impossible for another person, another time and place, to survive.

Xie Lin blinked, and remembered those lively voices again: "But I don't seem to have done anything..."

"Some people are born with the ability to be close to nature. This kind of people are more likely to perceive the aura of heaven and earth, and they can get twice the result with half the effort." Chu Jinxiu smiled kindly, and squeezed his shoulders, "Well... the bones are also good. I see that you are destined to be a fairy, you have come here, you should try the entry test before you leave?"

Xie Lin: "..."

"It's all here"? ?

Is this what you, a great cultivator of the Great Immortal Sect, should say!

But within two days, Xie Lin lost interest in complaining.

His wound healed quickly, but the blood he lost had to be replenished slowly, so he stayed in Yuanfang Pavilion.It seemed that Chu Jinxiu was determined to let him enter the Celestial Star Gate. When changing the dressing, she repeatedly told him how good the Celestial Star Gate was. In the rest of the time, she let the paper figurine lead Xie Lin to visit other places outside the Yuanfang Pavilion.

Yuanfang Pavilion occupies a mountain top alone, facing other peaks far away.The mountain is quiet, and Xie Lin can often hear the sound of other people reading and practicing swords from the other side of the cableway bridge.

Because he didn't have the magic power to accompany him, the paper man didn't let him go on the bridge, so he had to listen on the other side of the bridge.To be honest, judging from the few words I heard and the appearance of the Tianxing Xianmen, this is indeed a decent fairy gate. Xie Lin really can't figure out why a serious fairy gate needs a master of the medicine garden to trick ordinary people into the gate In the end, it can only be concluded that there are too few disciples in Yuanfang Pavilion, and it is because of a rumor that he has vaguely heard.

The Zhenpai Xianjun of Tianxing Xianmen is a lunatic.

The author says:

Today is because I ran too fast and didn't see my wife;

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During the process of saving this article, there was a rainstorm and a natural disaster, so I would like to remind everyone that the clothes should be replaced as soon as possible when they are wet. Don’t wear them all the time like the protagonist, or symptoms of hypothermia may occur.

Hypothermia has nothing to do with temperature!

And hypothermia will really kill you, don't take it seriously.