The immortality of mortals

Chapter 145 Conflict
After Yang Xuan received the summons, he took Yuan Yao out of the courtyard.

He was not in a hurry and walked slowly up the mountain path. Sometimes it was steep and sometimes it was gentle. He could feel the ups and downs of the entire mountain.

Yuan Yao deliberately stepped on the fallen leaves beside the stone road, making a cracking sound.

A trickle of water formed a channel between the rock cracks, and ferns grew in the moist corners of the mountain wall.Some vines are climbing and twining, blooming trumpet-shaped pink flowers, with three or two butterflies and bees flying around.

Take a deep breath of fresh and pleasant air, which smells of moist water vapor, soil, green leaves and flowers.

After Yang Xuan stepped into the foundation building, he became more sensitive to the various breaths and sounds in the airflow.

The sound of butterflies and insects flapping their wings and the cheerful chirping of birds in the distance are all in my ears.

Looking around, you can see golden citron trees all over the island, forming an undulating green mountain forest. There are various markets and buildings where mortals live in the open spaces.

There are boats with white sails moored on the pier, and there is a busy flow of people.

In the distance, the endless blue water is rippling with blue waves, interspersed with the blue sky and white clouds, and small islands are dotted here and there, forming a beautiful seascape picture.

Yang Xuan found that in places that used to be covered by mist, the scenery now became very clear, with a wide field of vision and excellent visibility.

"The wind seems to be a little messy."

He felt the wind between heaven and earth. The sea breeze that used to blow from the sea to the land during the day seemed to have some subtle changes.

"Sir, do you feel something is wrong with the weather?"

Yuan Yao has lived on the island for many years and has rich prophetic experience.

"Counting the days, it is estimated that the storm will come soon."

"Tianfeng?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan immediately thought of the three famous natural disasters in Luan Xinghai, namely monsters, sky wind and ghost mist.

The sky wind is a terrifying hurricane that ravages the chaotic sea of ​​stars. The waves it passes through are monstrous and dangerous for mortals. Even immortal cultivators are in danger of falling when they are caught in it.

This is the first time Yang Xuan has faced the natural disaster of Chaotic Star Sea.

"It will probably take some time to arrive. Young Master, please hurry up and meet the guests. It seems that another island owner is visiting, so don't keep them waiting."

Yuan Yao took his hand and urged him with a smile.

"I'm just afraid that the person who comes here is not good!"

Yang Xuan had already heard the conversations in the hall from the wind.

After releasing the little green magpie from the spirit beast bag, he walked into the reception hall first.

As soon as they entered the spacious hall, they saw the old man Jinmu in gray, serving tea to two middle-aged people, a man and a woman.

Both of them were clearly in the foundation-building stage.

The man among them had sunken eye sockets, a pale face and no beard. His short eyebrows and hanging eyelids showed a sinister air. He was wearing a short-sleeved mandarin jacket and carried an unsheathed scimitar at his waist. His cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building.

The middle-aged woman next to her is in the middle stage of foundation building. Although she still retains her charm and maintains a dignified and noble look, her deep nasolabial folds add a bit of sternness to her. Her thin eyebrows are also short and her face is somewhat similar to that of a man.

Behind the noble lady stood a young and thin woman, at the peak of Qi refining, who seemed to be a maid.

Yang Xuan looked at each other, and the two people on the opposite side also looked at him with sharp eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, you are finally here."

Old Man Jinmu quickly stood up with a smile and introduced: "This is Mrs. Feng, the owner of Feiyi Island, and next to her is her brother, Fellow Daoist Sun. Both of them are distinguished guests, so we can't neglect them."

The old man seemed to point out the identity of the two people intentionally when he spoke, so that he would not offend.

Yang Xuan remembered the information he had learned previously.

Feiyi Island is relatively close to Jinmu Island, and they are both medium-sized islands. However, the owner of the other island is a late-stage fake elixir monk. It can be said that it is second only to Kuixing Island and has a very loud reputation in the nearby waters.

However, it seems that only his Taoist companions and family members came today, and the island owner of the False Dan Realm was not present.

"Are you Yang Xuan?" Mrs. Feng looked at him for a moment and said coldly, seeming to be condescending to the casual cultivators.

"My son Maocai has been missing for more than a month. I heard that he had a conflict with you before leaving Kuixing Island?"

'As expected, he came to inquire about the whereabouts of Feng Maocai. '

Yang Xuan knew what was going on.

The owner of the fat island has been missing for dozens of days, and the person behind it must track down his whereabouts.

There were many people on the beach at that time, and there were also the Kuixing Island monks who were behind the instructions, so it was not difficult to find him.

But Yang Xuan didn't look strange at all.

Even if the other party does investigate and find something, the murderer is still a demonic monk wearing a black robe.

What does it have to do with him, a righteous alchemist dressed in pure white clothes?
"Senior Feng, you misunderstood. The young master and I just wandered around the island that night and did not have any conflict with the young master of Guidao. Then we left Kuixing Island and returned."

Yuan Yao explained aloud.

In her opinion, this was indeed the case. From the beginning to the end, she had never seen any young island master catch up.

"Ok?"

Mrs. Feng suddenly looked fierce: "When we foundation-building monks are talking, how can you, a junior Qi refiner, interrupt us? You don't understand the rules! Xiaokui, slap me!"

"Yes, ma'am."

The woman dressed as a maid behind the middle-aged woman immediately stepped forward and raised her hand to hit Yuan Yao.

boom!
Before the maid Xiaokui's hand fell, she was already flying backwards, smashing a table and chairs. When she got up, her cheeks were swollen and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

But it was Yang Xuan who waved his sleeve and knocked the woman away.

Although he just waved his sleeves seemingly casually, there was a surge of air, which was more powerful than a direct slap.

"Boy, how dare you?!"

Mrs. Feng was immediately furious.

The ruthless male cultivator surnamed Sun next to him was directly struck by the light of a magic weapon.

Yang Xuan did not dodge or evade, and punched out with anger.

The vitality power of the innate body-breaking divine fist collided hard with the magic weapon, and with a snap, although the power of the fist was broken, the magic weapon also fell back!

"Good boy, what kind of magic is this..."

The middle-aged monk surnamed Sun recalled the magic weapon and felt secretly shocked.

Although he didn't use all his magic power and only wanted the opponent to suffer a big loss, his attack in the late stage of foundation building was actually defeated by a newcomer who had just stepped into the early stage. It was really unexpected.

"Hmph, two fellow Taoists, this is not your Fat Relic Island. You can do anything to my fellow Taoist fellows. Although I, Yang, am only an alchemist, I am not someone who can be bullied!"

Yang Xuan spoke in a deep voice and held Yuan Yao's slender hand with dignity.

"Son..."

Yuan Yao felt the young man's protection, and couldn't help but feel tenderness in her heart.

"What Fellow Daoist Yang said is reasonable. Please give me some respect and don't do anything. If you want to ask questions, you can sit down and discuss. We are equally concerned about the disappearance of the young island master."

Old Man Jinmu seemed to be trying to smooth things over, but in fact he was also helping Yang Xuan.

Just now, the other party fought against the monk surnamed Sun who was in the late stage of foundation building. Although it was only for a short moment, he had already seen that the young man's strength was probably extraordinary.

Therefore, whether it is to win over the other party to increase his favor, or to rely on the little friendship he has made on the island recently, Old Man Jinmu has to come forward to protect him.

　Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation~
　　I recently watched the anime version of Mortal, and I felt that he was inexplicably similar to the protagonist of this book.Due to the pacing of the episodes, the plot of the anime version has been sped up a lot, giving the impression that Mo Caihuan is thinking about it, Senior Sister Chen is attracted to it, Dong Xuan'er likes it, Nangong Wan cares about it... and the protagonist is so good-looking, it's a bit of a coincidence, haha.

　　
　
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