The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 933
Penglai Xiandao has always been known as a fairyland on earth. Jiajia opened the door, the red sun rose to the top of the horizon, and the whole Penglai Xiandao began to come alive.

The terrain of Shenhezhuang is extremely high on the entire Penglai fairy island, so standing on the top of Shenhezhuang, you can easily see the beautiful scenery of most of Penglai fairy island. Penglai fairy island surrounded by clouds and mist is a blessed place in the world. Looking at the young boy who was standing in the courtyard not far away and waving a long sword, he couldn't help but smile. The clothes hidden in the Kunlun School standard are wide-sleeved long robes, and the monks wearing them have a little more clothes because of this. floating feeling.

The young boy who danced the sword gradually withdrew his hand, but saw the female cultivator not far away standing under the fallen leaves tree, motionless, but her clothes were fluttering, and her fluttering clothes made her look as if she was going home by the wind.

The little boy approached the female cultivator with some doubts. Standing in the position of the female cultivator, he could have a panoramic view of most of Penglai Xiandao.A bit of confusion appeared in the rare eyes: this beautiful picture of fairy islands in the sea seems to have been frozen in an instant.Even the breath in the body paused for a moment, but looking inside, it didn't seem to be there.

The young boy was a little puzzled, and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell, everything was normal.

The young boy saluted the female cultivator: "Master."

The female cultivator nodded slightly: "Showa, go out as a teacher to see the weather in the East China Sea these few days, and you stay here."

"Yes, Master." The young boy bowed his head and saluted, then looked up to see that the female cultivator had left the door.Her speed was not fast, step by step, she walked down the stone steps of Shenhezhuang.

The young man held his sword and meditated. After a long while, he finally rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand. After a long pause, he shook his head: "There is no wind."

But... the boy's eyes turned to the female cultivator who was walking down the stone steps. She was still fluttering in her clothes, as if she was about to ride the wind to go home.

"Could it be that the master used spiritual power?" The young man was a little puzzled, but he was not persistent. The master's practice was not similar to his. He hadn't even cultivated his own practice well, so how could he care about the master's practice.

The young man sitting cross-legged took out a spiritual fruit from the storage bag and took a bite: He hasn't bigu yet, so he still needs to use bigu pills. A lot of spiritual fruits came, and they chewed the spiritual fruits to satisfy their hunger on weekdays.

After eating a spirit fruit, he felt warm all over his body, and the last bit of space in the small world of his dantian was filled. It was time. The young boy sat cross-legged, holding the palm-sized long sword in his hand again: my sword Xi I dance, drink and sing wildly!The young boy's face was reddish, his eyes were blurred but amazingly bright, and the Kunlun classics he had memorized by heart danced out one by one in his hands, and the spiritual power in his dantian flowed to the major meridians of his body with the sword dance, as if hundreds of rivers converged into the sea.The shackles that had fettered him for more than a month, from the middle stage of Qi training to the late stage of Qi training, seemed to become less unbreakable with his sword dance.

The young boy has nothing else in his heart at the moment, only a long sword in his hand. The sword cultivator cultivates this sword, and he is the most religious monk in the world today. This sword incorporates all the painstaking efforts of the sword cultivator. What he cultivates is Tao, focus on one thing, until the ultimate, the end of the pursuit is the Tao.

The spiritual energy in the courtyard swept towards the young boy's body, and the young man showed his understanding of the sword with every move and sword.

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There is also a barter place for the monks in the East China Sea. On the 20th and NO.[-] of every month in Haifang City, it will be opened for monks to barter and buy. Donghai Wentian Pavilion.

In Wentian Hall, there was a monk playing the piano alone. He was playing a fanqin and a fan song. It was ordinary and not very pleasant.Jia Jia stood aside for a long time.

The cultivator who played the piano finally stopped and looked at Jiajia: "My real man, you have such a high level of cultivation, what are you doing here to ask Tianguan?"

The monk Fuqin is only at the Jindan period, and most of the people who come here to ask about the Tianguan are Jianji, Jindan, and occasionally a few Nascent Soul monks will come to ask a question.Therefore, this place should definitely not be the place where this high-ranking monk who might have gone out of his body or even hid the god would come.

"I asked Tianguan about disasters at sea and climate change, and this is what I'm asking, why can't I come?" the female cultivator asked.

The Fuqin monk was a little surprised when he saw the female nun wearing the uniform of the Kunlun sect: "My lord, you want to go to sea? The routes between Penglai, Yingzhou, and Fangzhang Island are almost the same, and the routes among the seventeen islands are almost the same. God bless, there will be no catastrophe, you don't have to come here to ask."

"I didn't come here to ask about the route of the Seventeen Islands in the East China Sea. I just want to know when the ten ominous waters of the East China Sea will come?"

"Missing Sea?" The Jindan cultivator playing the piano looked at Jiajia in astonishment. Seeing her calm expression, he realized that he had heard correctly, but he couldn't help but glance a few more times, "Ten middle-grade spirit stones."

Jiajia pushed the middle-grade spirit stone over with her backhand.

The Jindan cultivator glanced at Jiajia, but there was still confusion in his eyes, but he got up and walked to Wen Tianyi at the side, made several seals, and chanted some unintelligible incantations.

Jia Jia looked at the spherical Wen Tianyi who was frozen in mid-air and said nothing.This is Wen Tianyi. It is said that the spiritual weapon in the East Sea that can divination the sea area is usually used by the monks of the East Sea to calculate it when they want to go out to the far sea, so as to avoid those dangerous dangers that can be avoided.

After finishing the calculation, Jindan cultivator wrote the result on the bamboo slips and handed it to Jia Jia: "Really, the result is here."

"En." Seemingly unwilling to listen to his persuasion, the female cultivator walked very quickly, but disappeared before his eyes in a blinding time.

The Golden Core cultivator held the ten middle-grade spirit stones in his hands, and was still a little dazed. After a long while, he couldn't help shaking his head: "Where is the Mizong Sea? No matter how high your cultivation is, losing your life is nothing. I was in such a hurry to die."

"Death for what?" The person who walked in from the door obviously heard his muttering, and couldn't help asking.

"No... ah, Island Master, this disciple has met the Island Master." The Island Master, who is rarely seen on weekdays, would come here, and after hearing his complaint, the cultivator was nervous but also a little excited, and hurriedly Greetings.

"What is even a real person here for?" The person here is Mo Dongxing, the owner of Penglai Island in the East China Sea. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes. Very kind.

"Hey, I didn't ask you to do anything. The real person from Kunlun asked his disciples to figure out when the Lost Sea Region will appear?" Jindan cultivator was in a state of excitement, and when Mo Dongxing asked, he instinctively answered.

"Missing Sea Territory? What is she going there for?" Mo Dongxing withdrew his smile, showing some suspicion, and asked him after a while, "When did you figure it out?"

"One thousand and two hundred miles west of Penglai. Fifteenth of next month."

"En." Mo Dongxing responded, turned and left.

The monk looked at Mo Dongxing's leaving back, breathed a sigh of relief, went back to his seat and sat down, the moment his hand covered the strings, his face suddenly changed: "Lian? Kunlun monk? What happened?" , the old island owner ordered that you must not tell the island owner about the movements of that female cultivator in Kunlun who was in the Tibetan God stage, just now... just now I just said everything without knowing it, so what should I do."

(End of this chapter)