Xianhong Road

Chapter 772 Brother and Sister Reunion
"You sneaking around here, what's your plan?"

Yang Fan asked casually, and that wretched monk, in a state of fascination, should answer truthfully.

After listening to it, Yang Fan showed a weird look, and immediately looked numb, and he pointed his fingers to erase this memory in his mind.

boom! !

Before leaving, Yang Fan knocked him unconscious with a palm, and said with a little sarcasm: "Immortal cultivators who don't practice meditation, but they are so smart. There is really everything in the world... "

Yang Fan didn't care about the shameless deeds of that wretched monk, but before he left, his palm was very skillful, sealing his mana for a year.

Originally, I wanted to abolish this sub-mana directly, but after thinking about it, everyone has their own thoughts and their own "Tao".Furthermore, the immortal way of immortality is destined to be out of reach of most people, so it is common for more monks to put their minds on other aspects.

When it was late at night, Yang Fan quietly floated near the ground. He had the wooden token on his body, so he didn't have to go out of his way to avoid the patrolling monks.

According to the map on the jade slip, Yang Fan flew to the cloud-shrouded peak of Lingding Xianfeng.

As for the height of this peak, it is difficult for Yang Fan to estimate it visually, but judging by its radius, it can accommodate a million monks, and the height of ten thousand feet is definitely there.

If it is in Beiqin and other places, such a height will definitely be affected by the violent wind and even the force of restraint from heaven and earth.

But the world of Great Qin seems to be taller and wider.

The destination is the "Bailing Tianyuan" on the seventh level of Lingding Xianfeng.

According to the jade slip map, the entire Lingding Immortal Peak is divided into nine layers, and the higher you go, the higher the status of the monks you live in.

I heard from the wretched monk before that the "ninth level" is basically a forbidden area, and the eighth level is the place where ordinary elders and high-ranking people live.

The monks on the seventh level are either senior members of the sect, or inner disciples with special status.

Yang Fan is still on the fifth peak at the moment, which is the place where Nangong Han lives. It can be seen that his status can be included in the middle class in the Immortal Dao Sect.

When he flew to the sixth level, Yang Fan found that there were fewer and fewer monks living here, but their cultivation bases were more advanced. Most of them were above Nascent Soul monks, and there were a few people who turned into gods.

But when he reached the seventh peak, with his powerful senses, he only felt an invisible pressure, which was the result of the unintentional emission of the breath from the body of many god-turning powerhouses.

There are even fewer monks in the seventh peak, less than one percent of the sixth peak.

However, most of the monks on this peak are monks in the early stages of the transformation of gods, and there are a few people who have mastered the mystery. Even if there are those below the stage of transformation of gods, they are either servants running errands, or relatives and relatives.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and when he reached the seventh peak, his "Huantian Bud" felt the sensation again, and it became stronger and stronger.

"The mind of wisdom must be on the seventh peak."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and was about to walk over when there was a crackling sound above his head.

"Hey, where did the outsider come from, and they got mixed up on the seventh peak?"

A group of patrolling monks flew over. The leader was a young man at the transformation stage, wearing a purple-patterned black cloak. He looked imposingly at Yang Fan with slightly squinted eyes.

Yang Fan glanced at the young man in the stage of transformation, and his heart shuddered. This person is not an ordinary monk in the stage of transformation, but he is actually a master of mysteries.

This combination made Yang Fan puzzled, because the monks he saw just now were all led by monks in the early stage of transformation.

"My lord, I am a foreign visitor from the noble sect. After wandering around, I came here."

Yang Fan pretended to be panicked and said nervously.

"Foreigner, who invited you here?" The young man asked calmly with sharp eyes.

"I'm a pharmacist, and I'm here this time to treat the illnesses of spirit beasts for the elders of fellow Daoist Nangong Han."

Yang Fan reluctantly said calmly.

"Nangong Han? That's how it is. I know her master. It is said that the beloved 'Golden Carp King' has a strange disease and has never healed."

The young man in the purple-patterned black cloak smiled.

Yang Fan stared at it, and suddenly felt that this person's face was like a crown of jade, but it was sharp-edged, with red lips and white teeth, and a bold nose, yet sonorous and upright.This is actually a handsome man who is somewhat more handsome than him, the difference is only the difference in temperament.

"Brother Xie, do you want to take him down for interrogation?"

Someone nearby said in a low voice.

"No, if he's lying, how can I not see it?" Senior brother Xie was very confident, his voice was magnetic, and he said to Yang Fan: "You are just an ordinary foreigner, not a distinguished guest, and you have no right to enter the first class." It’s because you didn’t know about Yaefeng, let’s let it go this time and go back.”

"Yes, my lord."

Yang Fan cupped his fists to express his thanks, and hurriedly turned back along the original road.

Not long after he left, he heard one of them complimenting him: "Brother Xie, we are on patrol. You have a noble status, so why do you need to do such a lowly job."

"Then there will be a job."

Brother Xie smiled slightly, and unexpectedly calmly left the patrol team and flew towards a certain place in the seventh level.

"Strange, senior brother Xie is respected as one of the four rookie geniuses in the sect, how can he do this job?"

One of them muttered.

"Hehe, you don't know, this patrol job is specially asked by Senior Brother Xie, the drunkard's intention is not to drink, you understand..."

"Oh! I understand," another monk suddenly realized, "I heard that Brother Xie has pursued that 'Hui Yu Fairy' for a long time..."

Everyone was stunned, it turned out to be the reason!

Just after the patrolling monks left, an unobtrusive monk emerged from the soil again, muttering to himself, "What a coincidence."

After saying that, he immediately sank down, unfolded his senses, and followed Senior Brother Xie secretly.

After flying for a while, a garden with singing birds and fragrant flowers appeared in front of it, shrouded by a special magic circle. From a distance, you could see many fairy birds, birds, and more spiritual flowers and trees.

The garden is surrounded by a kind of creeping vine that shimmers blue and dimly, and fits together with the wall.

In front of the gate of the garden, there are four characters hanging horizontally: Bailing Tianyuan.

"Bailing Paradise!! It's here." Yang Fan was overjoyed.

But when Senior Brother Xie came to the door, he was stopped and interrogated.

"Mr. Xie, the 'Bai Ling Tian Garden' does not accept guests in the middle of the night. If there is a mistake in the fairy birds and flowers in the garden, we cannot bear it..."

The person guarding the gate was actually a cultivator at the transformation stage, wearing law enforcement attire, he said in a very embarrassing way.

Senior brother Xie smiled lightly, and took out a silver token: "I am the patrol captain of the seventh level today, and I have the right to patrol everywhere."

"Yes." After seeing the token, the cultivator guarding the gate immediately opened the restraining formation and let Senior Brother Xie in.

Seeing this, Yang Fan felt that things were a little tricky. He had observed the formations around the "Bailing Tianyuan", and they were very mysterious, no less than the ancient strange formations he had seen.

Even the soil layer under the garden is under the protection of the formation prohibition.

Yang Fan escaped to the bottom of Bailing Tianyuan and carefully pondered the formation.

It is not difficult to break through this formation, but it is difficult to reach the sky without triggering the alarm restriction.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, but came up with a plan.

He saw a piece of earth-colored spar appear in his hand, and with a thought, the earth-colored light burst into bloom, condensing into a huge pangolin.

The aura on this pangolin's body is so powerful that it seems to have reached the stage of transformation.

Immediately, a piece of "Taixu Tianhuo" rose from his body, shining golden spots of light silently.

"puff"

The formation restriction, in front of Taixu Tianhuo, was like paper paste, and Yang Fan immediately entered the "Bailing Tianyuan" through the hole.

And the next moment, the alarm restriction was activated, and a sharp golden sound resounded in the "Bailing Tianyuan", piercing the night sky for hundreds of miles.

In an instant, there was chaos in the garden, and almost everyone was alarmed.

shhhhh--

Hundreds of law enforcement monks rushed in this direction.

Yang Fan hid himself a long time ago, letting the substitute "Pangolin" escape into the depths of the garden.

"What happened, Bailing Tianyuan has always been heavily guarded..."

Even Senior Brother Xie flew out from a secluded cave.

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, his aura was concealed to the extreme, and he was integrated with the surrounding environment.

In this garden environment, his hidden and changing supernatural powers are like a fish in water, even if the great cultivator of Huashen comes, it is easy to ignore.

Yang Fan succeeded in his plan to scare the snake away, and successfully used his stand-in to attack the east and west. After confirming the location, he immediately sneaked towards the location of the secluded cave.

He thought to himself that this chaos lasted at least half the night.

The closer he got to the secluded cave, the stronger Yang Fanhuan Tianya's feeling became.

When he walked to the front of the cave, his aura changed again, and he turned into an old man dressed as a gardener. His aura was the same as that of the servants in the garden.

The so-called art of transformation in the human world is just an illusion, practiced to the subtle level, it is the simulation of breath and the integration with the surrounding environment.

At this moment, a rosy glow flashed in front of the cave, and a graceful and ethereal woman walked out. Just looking at her back, it was pleasing to the eye.

Yang Fan's eyes were fixed on this woman's delicate and jade-like face, but he was taken aback.

Although this woman is peerless, he doesn't know her.

At least one thing is certain, it is not my sister Huixin.

"Could it be the wrong place?" Yang Fan just had this idea, but was replaced by Huan Tianya's mysterious induction: "No, it must still be in this cave."

"Hey, you gardener, you feel very unfamiliar."

The ethereal and magnificent woman in palace attire, a little lazy, glanced at Yang Fan faintly.

"What kind of status is a fairy, it's normal not to know Lao Nu as a servant."

Yang Fan bit the bullet and said.

"Hehe, that's true." The gorgeous woman in palace attire smiled sweetly.

"Uncle Li, the gardener in his garden, is looking for you..."

In the cave, there was a soft female voice, with a feeling of lingering lingering.

"Yes."

Yang Fan had no choice but to continue to bite the bullet and go in.

Because the gardener he imitated was referring to a gardener in the garden he had just seen.

Walking into the cave, stepping on the winding pebble path under your feet, there are bamboo forests on both sides, and a small emerald green mansion under the moonlight appears in front of you.

In front of the Cuiyu mansion, there is a girl dressed in simple and elegant, graceful style. She is pretty in front of the door. Her bright eyes are as beautiful as water, her face is as white as clouds, and her silk-like blue hair. Beautiful, but there is a kind of quiet beauty, a kind of natural wisdom.

Yang Fan's body froze, his expression was complicated, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

He was just about to speak, but he heard the woman in palace costume behind him laughing: "Junior Sister Huixin, there is some small disturbance outside, it's nothing serious, let's continue chatting, and by the way, ask this 'Uncle Li' about gardening skills."

　One more. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)