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Overcast skies and a thin, dim sun.

Jiang Xuan slept really well last night, even though the whole Qingcheng Mountain was quite lively.

But all the excitement had nothing to do with him; his main focus was on ignoring everyone and achieving a state of complete slumber.

Seeing that Nangong Pushe and the other person still wanted to stay in bed, Jiang Xuan left behind the Human Emperor Sword and drew a circle at the same time.

Jiang Xuan sometimes felt that this talisman method was really too useful.

It can be used at any time.

Whether it's suppression, defense, or attack, you can use it however you want, as you please.

After Jiang Xuan pushed open the door, he saw that the sun was shining brightly outside and the sky was cloudless.

He strolled casually on Mount Qingcheng, intending to visit the palaces there, since there had been quite a few people coming and going on the mountain the previous night.

Jiang Xuan could sense that at least half of the people here were first-rank martial artists.

Those at or above the Celestial Realm level still account for one-fifth.

Moreover, each main hall has at least one expert at the Land Immortal Realm presiding over it.

interesting!

Jiang Xuan glanced around, then stomped his foot twice, muttering to himself.

"What's underground? I have a feeling that this layout, and these people, are suppressing something."

Jiang Xuan suddenly remembered that Xu Weixiong had shown him information about Qingcheng Mountain earlier.

One of them is that Qingcheng Mountain is a ghost mountain, and because it is located between the realms of Yin and Yang, it is extremely yin and full of demons and monsters.

Later, a great Taoist master preached and taught here, using immortal arts to suppress the underworld, and at the same time gathered the fortune of rivers and mountains to suppress the ghost king.

After thinking about this, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but rub his cheek.

One thing about this legend is true: Mount Qingcheng is indeed very yin (negative) in nature.

Even with Mount Qingcheng suppressing it, and with so many grand halls and statues, the yin energy cannot be completely suppressed.

However, Yin energy is ultimately a kind of energy of heaven and earth, proving that Qingcheng Mountain truly deserves to be one of the Ten Great Grotto-Heavens.

Just as Jiang Xuan was deep in thought, someone walked up behind him and extended their hand.

Jiang Xuan turned around instantly before the other person could pat his shoulder.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the other person's wrist.

As their eyes met, Jiang Xuan released his grip and looked at the man in front of him.

The other party was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple robe. He looked slightly old, but his whole being was full of energy.

His eyes, in particular, lacked the composure expected of a middle-aged man; there wasn't even a single bloodshot in them.

It looks bright and clear, as if it can see through people's hearts.

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest spoke first, saying, "Who are you, and what brings you here?"

Jiang Xuan nodded, a fawning smile on his face, and then took out two silver notes from his sleeve.

“I came down from the mountain to pray for blessings, and I stayed here last night.”

"I was a little hungry when I woke up this morning, wondering if there was anything to eat, and I also wanted to ask when to start praying for blessings."

Upon hearing Jiang Xuan's words, the middle-aged Taoist in front of him frowned. He did not accept the silver note offered by the other party, but instead his eyes flashed with disgust.

"Take it away!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist took a step back, but he quickly concealed his expression.

He then pointed to a row of rooms in the distance and said.

"That's the cafeteria over there, don't come over here."

Without waiting for Jiang Xuan to speak, he turned around and left.

Looking at the other person's back, Jiang Xuan felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

However, it is truly astonishing that an unknown Taoist priest possesses the strength of a terrestrial immortal.

interesting.

As Jiang Xuan thought this, he took a deep look at the other person's back, then turned and left without hesitation, as if nothing had happened.

For the next few days, Jiang Xuan was quite calm.

Every day is the same routine: eating, strolling around, and of course, sleeping.

However, every day when Jiang Xuan strolled around Qingcheng Mountain, he was always accompanied by Nangong Pushe.

It's not that they don't want to move, but they've really been tormented to the point that they can't get up.

At first, Nangong Pushe thought she was alright, but without learning the art of lovemaking, she was sometimes not as good as Zhao Fengya.

After all, as members of the royal family, there are some things that they should have learned or seen even if they haven't done them themselves.

So in the end, the two of them were evenly matched.

No one is better than anyone else.

So in the end, no one got out of bed, and Jiang Xuan had to bring them food every day.

Two days later, we finally arrived at the Luotian Grand Ritual at Qingcheng Mountain.

The entire Qingcheng Mountain was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, the crackling of firecrackers, the fluttering of red flags, and a sea of ​​people.

In short, it was indeed very lively.

The entire Luo Tian Grand Ceremony seemed to have put the plague aside.

Countless people came out of their homes and then stepped onto the steps of Mount Qingcheng with devout expressions.

Just as the three were enjoying the commotion, a young face appeared before them.

Wu Shizhen looked at Jiang Xuan and the two people beside him and said.

"I heard you've come to pray for blessings?"

Chapter 282 Wu Shizhen's Thoughts, and Filial Piety Between Father and Son

Wu Shizhen's appearance did not surprise Jiang Xuan, but he still showed a look of astonishment.

"Yes, yes, even the Little King of Qingcheng knows this?"

Wu Shizhen chuckled and waved his hand, but a smug look appeared on his face as he spoke.

"There is nothing on the entire Qingcheng Mountain that I, the Little King of Qingcheng, do not know."

As he spoke, he adopted a mysterious and enigmatic demeanor and continued.

"I know what you're asking for, and I can help you, so come with me?"

Upon hearing Wu Shizhen's words, Jiang Xuan subconsciously looked at the two beauties beside him.

He certainly didn't care; he mainly wanted to see what Nangong Pushe and the others thought.

At this moment, Zhao Fengya grabbed Jiang Xuan's arm, her face showing a look of dependence, and said...

"We don't want to go today. Since we've already agreed to attend the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony together, let's wait until tomorrow!"

Upon hearing Zhao Fengya's words, Jiang Xuan chuckled and put his arm around her waist, while looking at Wu Shizhen.

"Young King Qingcheng, I'm really sorry, but since my wife thinks so, let's call it a day?"

Wu Shizhen's expression was unpleasant at this moment, but he didn't like to show his emotions on his face.

Although he was stunned for a moment, he looked at Zhao Fengya's face and nodded with a smile.

"Of course, have fun then, goodbye!"

Jiang Xuan glanced at Wu Shizhen's back, then turned around and pinched Zhao Fengya's nose, saying...

"You little rascal, you're so naughty!"

Zhao Fengya wrinkled her nose, revealing an adorable expression, and then gave Jiang Xuan a big kiss on the cheek.

Before Jiang Xuan could say anything, Zhao Fengya hugged Nangong Pushe, who was standing next to her, and kissed him on the cheek before he could react, with a bright smile on her face.

Nangong Pushe blushed instantly, her eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

Jiang Xuan watched the two of them with interest, then chuckled softly without saying a word.

Nangong Pushe covered his cheek, his face showing an incredulous expression.

At this moment, she felt as if she had witnessed something incredible, after all, she never expected that she would be kissed by Jiang Xuan's other woman.

But at this moment, Zhao Fengya grabbed her and shook Nangong Pushe's arm.

"Good sister, what's so surprising? It's not like we haven't done this before."

It was only then that Minister Nangong remembered when this had happened.

But back then, who knew who was who? Who had time to think about all that?

And at night, can it be the same as now?

Although Minister Nangong thought so, Zhao Fengya clearly didn't care.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan also grabbed her arm, and the three of them walked along the bustling streets at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

There were indeed quite a few people around, but what surprised Jiang Xuan and the others was that many of them had devout expressions and were bowing every three steps as they walked toward Qingcheng Mountain.

Moreover, judging from their appearance, it was clear that this did not begin today; they had likely started coming up several days ago, bowing every three steps.

In the past, he would have thought these people were crazy, but now he understands that some of them have no hope for the government and are afraid of their own future.

After all, under such a terrible plague, what else can they believe in besides Qingcheng Mountain?

Jiang Xuan glanced at it and then ignored it; some things weren't ready for him yet.

Even if he were to kill Wu Lingsu and his son now, it would be meaningless; he would only be cursed and seen as a demon.

Jiang Xuan and his two companions strolled around the Luotian Grand Ceremony at Qingcheng Mountain, enjoying the pleasure of shopping.

Zhao Fengya didn't know what she needed, and she didn't really need anything, but she just loved to shop.