Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 718

There are still many things that cannot be seen in the light curtain. The mustard seed space of the short-haired female cultivator cannot see the initial station where she and her friends fell into the Xingsui Continent. From falling into the time-space tunnel to reappearing in the light curtain, she is already in Daliang Town.

The man in the high position saw this and a hint of understanding flashed across his eyes. However, the Lord of Yan City, who was standing below him, looked at the screen hesitantly, then glanced at the man on the seat:
"This one……"

"This great opportunity that affects the fate of all living beings in Xingsui cannot be peeped at by others." The city lord is a member of the Yan family. The man on the seat patiently explained, "This woman cultivates virtue but not her mind, so her future is unpredictable. Fortunately, she has a good character and is not a person who loses morality and values ​​profit. You can make friends with her."

As for what kind of great opportunity it is, he is not interested.

Everyone has their own karma. Taking away someone else's karma may not necessarily be better than what you are currently practicing. On the screen, the short-haired female cultivator's life story had not yet been broadcast but had already received good comments from the man, which meant that the matter had been concluded.

The epidemic was not caused by her.

Yan Jingchu, who had been worried for most of the day, felt relieved and at ease when he heard these words. Facing the admiring gaze from his uncle, the city lord, he humbly leaned forward slightly and lowered his eyes to show respect, then stood up straight and proudly.

He felt proud that he had a keen eye for talent and received recognition from the elders present.

In the future, he will have a say in front of the respected elders of the clan, unlike before, when he was always regarded by the elders as an impulsive, reckless and foolish young man who acted without considering the consequences.

Although a conclusion has been drawn, in order to convince the public, the tracing process in the light curtain continues.

Just as the man said, the short-haired female cultivator had never interfered in Yancheng's affairs. After one of her friends joined the Patrol Guard Camp, he never revealed any important information to his friends, and the female cultivator had never heard of it.

He was completely focused and indulged in alchemy and spiritual practice.

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed. That day, she was worrying about not being able to pass the tribulation. When she learned that an epidemic had occurred in Yancheng, she immediately put aside her doubts and rushed back to check the situation.

Having seen this, there is no need to read on.

The man on the seat moved his mind slightly, and the trace of the source in the light curtain dissipated, leaving only the image of the short-haired female cultivator covered by the spiritual mirror. He looked around at the clansmen and powerful people in the two rows of His Highness with a calm gaze, and said slowly:

"A mere Jindan knows the preciousness of life, which is even more precious than her own confusion about advancement..."

Having said that, he slightly raised his right hand, and immediately a translucent flute appeared above his palm.

"This is the 'Qingchen' given by His Majesty, who asked me to give it to the destined person. I see that you have a noble character and are quiet and inactive, which fits the meaning of His Majesty's name 'Qingchen'. I will give it to you now, and I hope that when you reach the top of the avenue in the future, you can still keep this innocent heart as you do today."

Although this young cultivator's cultivation level is a bit low, it is still unknown whether he can achieve the great Dao.

But seeing her singing with compassion in the mortal world, she felt that something was missing in her hand. She was still using the jade flute she brought from the mortal world, but mortal things were mortal things after all, and they were of no benefit to her cultivation.

Meeting is fate, regardless of status.

This fairy jade flute was found by chance when His Majesty was touring. When he went to see the emperor, she was thinking about how to use it. Seeing him coming, she gave him the hot instrument. He admitted that he was not good at music, so His Majesty asked him to give it to someone who was destined to be with him.

Anyway, I'm not allowed to return it to her. She's not good at music and it gives her a headache to see it, but it would be a pity to throw it away.

After he finished speaking, the flute hanging in the man's palm turned into a few rays of spiritual light, swaying and floating towards the light curtain. Hey, hey, hey, the elders of the Yan clan below looked at it with red eyes, and looked at the fairy jade flute falling into the hands of others with envy and jealousy.

She wanted to stop him, but she didn't know how to start, for fear of coming across as greedy and immoral in front of the man.

Why not give this good thing away to the tribe members? There are many young monks in the tribe who are good at music, and they just need a magical weapon to match their skills. However, things that have been given away cannot be taken back. The man used his mind to disperse the light curtain. He stood up and walked down the jade steps, saying as he walked:

"For two hundred years, the Luqiu and Wei families have not been able to solve even a minor epidemic. They are unworthy of being the second master of elixir. From today on, the whole family will withdraw from Yancheng and never return. In addition, those who refine epidemic diseases and harm living beings will have their spiritual essence dispersed and their entire family will be executed."

"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 hall looked calm, some looked pale, and some suddenly attacked the Yan family members who were holding them hostage, trying to make a living.

In an instant, the sound of fighting and death rang out in the solemn and silent hall...

At that time, the two people standing at the bridgehead in Zishangou had long disappeared. The pressure on them disappeared, and Bai Shuixin and the other two who regained their freedom 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 scared that he shouted:
"Aman!"

"Stop yelling," Ah Man's weak voice floated in the yard, "My head hurts~!"

He thought he could escape the disaster by hiding in the space, but he didn't expect that the other party would not follow the moral code of martial arts, and even a mere monster like him was traced back to its origin by the mirror. Moreover, because the owner had resistance, he was completely suppressed by the traceability mirror and injured his tendons and veins.

Then it was implicated as well, and it fell down, locked and suppressed by the mirror power.

But the strange thing is, why did those people let it and its master go? The magic weapon and monster on the master's body all came from the magic palace in Daliang Town. Those people must have seen it 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 was pale, and she pushed away the people who were holding her back. She wanted to say that she was fine, but she didn't even have the strength to speak, so she quickly sat down to regulate her breathing. She didn't expect that Jindan would be like a baby in front of Huashen, and had no power to fight back.

Apart from the pain she suffered due to her resistance, she suffered no other injuries.

In a trance, she saw a blurry light and shadow through the mirror, and every word the other person said to her was clear, including the jade flute he gave her and that paragraph. Hearing him call him "Your Majesty" all the time, one could vaguely guess his identity.

How could such a small city like Yan City attract the presence of the King of Yan? Either he was free, or he happened to be passing by.

No matter what, fortunately this is a wise and reasonable husband. If she had met those brainless nobles in movies and TV dramas, 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, which was quite exhausting for her, she could not get up once she relaxed.

It took three days for her to recover her strength.

Sitting upright, she opened her eyes and looked at the sunny June weather above her. The sky was clear and blue, and the trees in the yard were lush and green, blocking 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 a cool breeze, Dangdang and Banban were lying on the left and right of me, looking relaxed and at ease. A little further away, under the eaves of the main hall in the front yard, there were two rocking chairs, where Lu Qingzi and Bai Shuixin were taking a nap.

Tang Xingzhu is not at home. He must have gone back to the patrol camp to be on duty.

Seeing Ah Shui and Ah Lu looking so happy and carefree, it seems that her job in the patrol camp has not been affected by my involvement.

The years are peaceful as usual, how nice it would be if it could always be like this.

Thanks to book friend ranlan21 for the tip~