Chapter 2: Our Jindan Cultivator focuses on a domineering way

Author: Mr. Xuanxin

Chapter 2: Our Jindan Cultivator focuses on a domineering way

Daoyanzong, in front of the mountain gate.

"I'm leaving."

Lu Xuan stood in white clothes with his hands behind his back.

I can't resist the pestering of the head Sun.

In addition, Qing Yangzi gave another condition that Lu Xuan could not refuse-

Judging from the news from Tianshui Temple, the dead city is likely to be an ancient ruin that is extremely long ago.

The laws of heaven and earth expressed in it are somewhat different from those of Cangyuan Realm.

Lu Xuan felt that if he entered this city, he might be able to learn from other things and understand something, which would help him.

So the Jindan period ancestor who had been staying at home for almost a thousand years finally decided to go down the mountain to take a walk.

"Greatly send the ancestor uncle--"

Qing Yangzi raised his hands together, with his fairy style and his clothes fluttered.

Next to him, an old man also stood, bowing and bowing with a very respectful expression.

It is Qingyangzi's junior brother, Feng Yangzi.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly.

There are four people in the Qingyangzi generation.

The four words "Ming", "Ming", "Qing", and "Feng" are used to obtain the Taoist names.

Since two hundred years ago, Mingyangzi and Yueyangzi have been transformed one after another.

The only ones in the sect know that Lu Xuan, the ancestor uncle, existed were Qing and Feng.

Lu Xuan remembered that Yue Yangzi... should be the descendant of one of his junior sisters.

The master ascended to become an immortal. Some of his senior brothers fell outside, and some of them lived in transformation over the long years.

In the end, even the descendants of the junior sister were sent away by Lu Xuan.

"Uncle Master, have you brought all the things?"

Qingyangzi asked.

Lu Xuan raised his hand and showed his jade ring:

"It's all inside."

"I don't know how long it will take to come back when I go out. You can keep the calligraphy and painting of the baby. If you have a disciple who breaks through, you can use it."

Lu Xuan said:

"Also, there is a volume of calligraphy and paintings in the drawer in my room, which contains seven sword energy. When encountering an enemy that cannot be defeated, I will spread the calligraphy and paintings and then send me a message."

"yes."

When Qingyangzi heard this, he felt very calm.

After explaining the corresponding matters, Lu Xuan raised his hand.

A green bamboo leaf was thrown out by him, turning into a light boat, floating in the air.

"Leave!"

The young ancestor in white clothes and black hair stepped on the bamboo leaves, and with a light shout, it turned into a stream of light and fled far away.

Qing and Feng did not leave immediately, watching Lu Xuan leave.

……………………

Three days later.

Xiaoshui City.

In an inn.

Lu Xuan got up in the morning, opened the window, and felt the morning sunshine.

On the table by the window was a copy of "Cultivation Daily", which was dated today.

Lu Xuan doesn’t read newspapers very much because he often reads obituaries from old friends, which makes people feel bad.

The founder of "Cultivation Daily" is one of them.

Creating a daily newspaper dedicated to monks was the idea that Lu Xuan mentioned accidentally back then, but he didn't expect that he was really made by that person.

In recent thousands of years, obituaries related to old friends have disappeared.

Perhaps it is because Lu Xuan has gone down the mountain more and less frequently in recent years, and has fewer and fewer new friends.

And the old friends I met were all transformed.

Even a monk in the Mahayana realm has a lifespan of only five thousand years.

Some special bloodlines, such as the cultivation and formation of the ancient turtle tree, can live longer.

But in front of Lu Xuan, who is always young, they will eventually grow old.

"Cultivation Daily" was compiled and published by [Sancai Academy], and only makes news but not editorials. The daily content covers a wide range of content.

The ancestors of Daoyan Sect, who had been retired for many years, did not care about the world and only watched gossip news.

For example, the wife of a sect leader was abducted by a disciple, for example, the master of a sect master finally changed his personality, for example, a big boss endured humiliation for many years, and after taking charge of a sect, he wanted to take revenge on his cousin, but was excited but mistakenly issued a hunting order as a killing order...

After feeling the bizarreness of the world, I read through the serious content, but I didn't see any news about the strange ancient city.

The Cangyuan Realm is so big that countless gods and ghosts happen every day.

Sancai Academy is under its command of a newspaper, not an intelligence agency.

Tianshui Temple is located in a remote location, and it is normal that the Cultivation Daily did not report on the emergence of the dead city.

……………………

In Xiaoshui City.

"The teleportation array is about to be opened. Please queue up in an orderly manner by fellow Taoists who have paid the spirit stones..."

At the entrance of the teleportation array, a monk wearing armor shouted with his sword to maintain order, using some magic power in his voice.

The monks below were bustling with people, and Lu Xuan was also among them.

He wanted to go to the territory of Tianshui Temple through the teleportation array.

It’s not that I can’t fly over directly, but Lu Xuan is really tired of walking on the sword and riding on flying magic weapons.

Only newbies who are just starting out will be keen on flying with swords, treating their own swords as if they are in love.

An old monk like Lu Xuan who has been using swords for nine thousand years will only feel the feeling of "touching your hand is like touching my own."

Commonly known as, tired of it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized.

It seems that I haven't used a sword for a long time.

Thinking of this, he took out his sword from the storage magic weapon, held it in his arms and touched it twice.

Lu Xuan's sword is covered with a scabbard, and is decorated with spiritual jade around it, which makes it very gentle to the touch.

The slender sword body was pressed against his heart and trembled slightly, just like a resentful woman who was abandoned by a scumbag, conveying a faint resentful thought.

"Hey, don't be so perverted..."

Lu Xuan twitched, pressing the sword rubbing in his arms, using his spiritual skills to communicate with the sword spirit.

"Okay, okay, I won't let you stay with me this time... In fact, I have been in jail for nearly a hundred years. I just came out and I will see you soon."

A real man tells lies without making drafts.

"What? You said that the golden elixir is closed for a hundred years... No, how can you, a sword spirit, know so much? Don't care about human affairs."

Just as he was coaxing his own sword spirit, Lu Xuan slowed down a little and saw someone step forward and get into his team.

He was a little dissatisfied, and reached out to press his hand on the man's shoulder and pulled it back.

When the troop cutter turned around, he was a burly man with a strong figure and a fat face.

The big man snorted, and his tiger's eyes were filled with evil spirits:

"You guys have the intention..."

Before he could say the second half, he swallowed it.

Because at this moment, he sensed the aura on the other person-

Jin... Jindan?!
To be continued...