The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 768
After sending away Daoist Hua Dao, Jiajia also relaxed a lot, and began to focus on cultivation.

The days and months of self-cultivation are always monotonous and long. On this day, Jiajia received the sound transmission talisman from Huanxi very early in the morning. It was probably because she was really exhausted from doing the magic sword for Shi Mojian last time. It is said that Yuan Lao and Huanxi went back She just fell asleep, her face was dull for several months, Jiajia went to look for Huanxi twice, and seeing her standing on the verge of falling asleep, she couldn't help shaking her head and sighing, she only wanted to wait for her to rest before coming back to look for it. She is fine.

After resting for several months, Jia Jia received a happy sound transmission talisman, asking her to go down the mountain to Mingding City for a stroll.

The two of them walked down the mountain all the way, wearing only the most common uniform of the Kunlun sect, occasionally talking about some things that Huanxi has seen and heard over the years, which is somewhat interesting.

Walking along the line, we said that it would soon be noon, and I happily sniffed my nose, and let out a heartfelt sense of satisfaction: "What kind of smell, it smells so good!"

Looking at it like this, Jiajia really couldn't bear to reject her, she hadn't tasted fireworks for a long time, but she was as happy as before.

Seeing this, Jiajia couldn't help but suggested, "Why don't the two of us go and have a look?"

Huanxi nodded hurriedly, as if out of a foodie's instinct, she pointed at a food shop on the side of the road.

Huanxi's cultivation food store is not big, but it is clean and comfortable. The two found a seat facing the street and sat down. Jiajia didn't have much appetite, and only held a cup of tea made from Lingquan water to watch. Feasting happily, he ate a bun and gnawed a piece of monster meat: "The leg meat of the tiger spirit beast is well cooked, and the rattlesnake is a bit burnt, promise this is okay..."

Jia Jia pursed her lips and smiled, and was about to speak, but seemed to be instinctively, she suddenly turned her head and looked behind her, and glanced at the diners at the tables behind her with vigilant and suspicious eyes, before she turned her head.

Huanxi, who was eating hard, also noticed Jiajia's gaze, and raised her head in surprise and asked her, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jiajia smiled, reached out to hold a piece of meat for her, and frowned slightly.

In the wing room not far behind the two of them, someone was also startled by her. He couldn't help but patted his chest, and sighed repeatedly: "My God, I was scared to death. I thought it was her sudden turn around just now." found us!"

"The one next to her is Huanxi. Although she doesn't look very good, she is only at the Jindan stage at nearly two hundred years old, but she is a master of supernatural powers. The Shimo sword is the supernatural power that she and her master completed. Tongshenyi is very special. No matter how talented people are, Yu Tongshenyiyi may not be able to achieve anything. Looking at the entire Kunlun, only Huanxi and a real person surnamed Yuan are practicing the art of Tongshen The real person surnamed Yuan is no better than her, he is very cunning, so the best candidate is this Huanxi in front of me. And you see, she left Kunlun by herself, isn't it God helping me?" A man dressed in a brocade robe The monk lightly shook the folding fan in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to the female nun beside him, frowned and said, "But I'm afraid it's not easy to take joy away."

"What do you mean?" The frightened monk came up to him just now, his eyes were still a little frightened, as if he had lingering fear.

"The female cultivator who suddenly looked back at you is about the same age as Huanxi, and she has a good relationship with Huanxi. In addition to her appearance, there is only one person." The monk holding the folding fan frowned, and his eyes did not miss any of Jiajia. She muttered, "Lian Jiajia, a female cultivator from Kunlun, is a teacher of Qin Ya, and Gu Lang is from the same sect. Forming alchemy in the sky is like a phoenix bathing in blood. It can be regarded as a high-ranking task in Kunlun. The appearance is weak and charming, but she is actually a girl. A ruthless character. Don’t look at her at this age, but she is already a real Dzogchen cultivation base in the late stage of out-of-body, this level of cultivation at the immortal level, and I heard that her five senses are different from ordinary people, and she is proficient in fighting. Look, maybe she has already discovered it."

"Earth Immortal-level cultivation? What should I do then? Do you want to take away that Huanxi?" The monk couldn't help frowning, "It may not be easy to take that Huanxi away from her."

"It's not easy to do it under the noses of Kunlun in Mingding City. What's more, it's unusual now. This man named Huanxi has only recently been rumored to be an official with the magic sword. Kunlun will naturally not be like this Letting her go, it's hard to take someone captive, not to mention that she is accompanied by a difficult monk who is in the late stage of Dzogchen, so it's almost impossible to do it." The monk said, pointing his eyebrows with a folding fan , Shaking his head again and again, "I don't agree with this matter at all, if it's not for those monks who understand the divine way, I'm not willing to come here and take this risk."

"Who knows!" The cultivator on the side stomped his feet, "Originally, the psychic power was little known, but who knew that he had killed the Demonic Sword halfway, and now it's all over, what should we do? Should we just give up like this?"

"Of course it won't work. I have been preparing for this for more than 300 years. If I give up at this time, nothing will happen." The monk holding the folding fan kept his eyes on Jiajia's every move, not missing her. Seeing that she seemed to look normal, she was talking with Huanxi with a smile on her face, and she even took a piece of meat and put it in her mouth in a good mood.

After watching for a while, the monk holding the folding fan suddenly asked, "What time is it now?"

"Brother, why are you so nervous that you don't even know the time?" The monk holding the folding fan glanced at his mouth and complained, "It's a quarter of an hour."

"It's almost time." The monk holding the folding fan said, twirling the folding fan in his hand, and as he folded his sleeves, the purple air that poured into the sky was smudged, covering the small food shop.

Seeing this, the monk at the side breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to the two sleepy female nuns sitting by the window: "Brother, don't worry too much, even monks in the Tibetan stage may not be able to avoid this illusion. What's more, she's only just out of her body in the late stage of Dzogchen. There should be no problem." After saying this, he was about to push the door and go out, but was stopped by the fan-folding cultivator: "Slow down, You look at it and talk about it!"

While speaking, the monk who was about to open the door turned his eyes to Jiajia naturally, but he couldn't help being shocked when he saw her. Seeing her move her fingers, she seemed to be struggling and shook her head.

Seeing this action, he was terrified, jumped back hastily, and grabbed the arm of the monk holding the folding fan: "Brother, look at her..."

"Don't panic!" The cultivator who was called the big brother raised his hand to comfort him, frowned and looked at Jia Jia who seemed to be still struggling. Seeming to be drawn into the illusion after all, he breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the door out, and walked towards the two by the window.

(End of this chapter)