"Go down to save people!" Since the young master Lian saw that he fell into the water, he would take action no matter what.

There are many masters under his command, with agile figures, and several people rise and fall to the bottom of the cliff, and then resist the "corpse".

This man's face is like white jade and is wearing a Nine Palace Bagua robe.

This person is Song Lin who was washed over by the sea.

"Die?" Young Master Lian looked at Song Lin, who was silent, and then looked at his subordinates next to him, "Buried it."

"Young master, wait."

A middle-aged man in zither clothes and a tall crown on his head walked out of the crowd.

"Young Master, this person is afraid he is not an immortal!" said the middle-aged man excitedly.

"What's the solution?" said the young master Lian Qi.

This middle-aged man was named Shangqiu Zixu. He was a Wei country man who liked to shed cattle and play the flute. He was eighty and never got old. When the young master heard that this man was strange, he came to ask for advice. Shangqiu Zixu said that he had thirsty drinking cold springs and hungry eating pudding techniques, so he lived forever.

Seeing that he had a strange skill, the young master took him as his disciple.

Gongzilian still trusts this person quite much.

"This person is not without breath, but with a long breath. This is a Qi training man who has entered the realm of divine breath!" Shangqiu Zixu sighed.

The realm of divine breath is long, like a gossip, soft and soft, seeming to disappear, and it seems to exist. The mind and breath are also slender and slender, and the divine breath is constantly embracing each other. This is the realm of divine breath practicing qi.

"So that's it." Young Master Lian looked carefully and found that it was indeed the case.

"I guess the gods encountered some difficulties. Come and carry the gods on their backs."

"Ahem!"

At this moment, Song Lin woke up slowly.

"Awakened! Wake up!"

"The villain greets the immortal elder!"

Shangqiu Zixu bowed down and bowed.

Seeing these people, looking at the coast not far away and their wet bodies, Song Lin knew what was going on.

The wooden sword is still by my side, otherwise the loss will be great.

"You saved me?" Song Lin looked at Young Master Lian. These people were vaguely led by him, and they should be the leader or the like.

"That's right, why did the immortal chief appear on the sea?" The young master Lian asked in confusion.

"Oh, I was practicing in Penglai, which happened to be the thousand-year-old demon dragon passing through the tribulation. I calculated with my fingers that the demon dragon might cause harm to the world, so I fought with him for 300 rounds and obtained the Dragon Thousand Years Dragon Ball..."

Song Lin made up randomly.

While speaking, he took out the Three Yang Fire Swords.

Wow!

The fire sword burned red flames.

The temperature rose, and Song Lin’s clothes were dried.

Then he recited the curse of stopping the bleeding, and with a gentle finger, the part of the skin being scratched by the reef immediately returned to its original state.

Soon, Song Lin became elegant from a wet Taoist.

When everyone saw this scene, they were shocked and believed in the Taoist killing the dragon.

"Is this... Xian Chang going back to Penglai, Xian Island?"

"No, Penglai is wandering around, and I can't find it for a while. Let's travel around the world first." Song Lin said with a smile.

"Why don't the immortal prince walk with us? I'm here Ying Lian, the prince of Qin..."

Song Lin immediately agreed to go with everyone.

After some conversation, Song Lin realized that this was the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

After a while, I realized that the young master Lian in front of me was still a celebrity. The young master Lian’s father was Duke Ling of Qin and his grandfather was Duke Jian of Qin.

If you guess correctly, Young Master Lian will be the future Duke Xian of Qin.

His son Qu Liang was the famous Qin Xiaogong in the future, and he valued Shang Yang to start reforms.

Song Lin didn't expect that he would come to such a magnificent era.

Seeing the young master Lian who was so respectful to him, Song Lin suddenly had an idea in his heart.

He can borrow the power of a country to help himself find that fairy island.

The Taoist priests of Xiandao left many good things, especially the mysterious bronze mirror.

It is too difficult to find an island in the vast ocean just by myself.

There are still many things that have not been excavated in the pre-Qin period, so it is definitely not possible by myself.

If you can obtain powerful Taoism from the pre-Qin period, it will undoubtedly be very beneficial for you to firmly take up the position of the warehousing warehouse manager and pass the three levels in the future.

Song Lin sat on a horse and walked side by side with the young master.

"I dare to ask how many years have the immortals practiced?"

"I have almost forgotten it, but there is a sycamore tree outside my gate. I have seen the autumn leaves fall more than 300 times."

"Didn't you live for more than three hundred years?" Young Master Lian said in surprise.

Shangqiu Zixu next to Song Lin, this guy followed him like a dog skin plaster since just now.

This guy is actually a monk.

"I am not a monk. I was originally a shepherd boy from Yunmeng Mountain in the Wei Kingdom. I accidentally discovered the guidance technique of edible food and cattails carved on the stone wall, so I could do this kind of Taoist practice."

Shangqiu Zixu did not know magic, so he was considered an alien at best.

"Yunmeng Mountain..." Song Lin murmured to himself. When he heard this place name, he remembered a person - Guiguzi.

Yunmeng Mountain is Guiguzi's temple, perhaps this is also an opportunity.

Da da da da da!

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the front.

A group of ragged bandits rushed from the foot of the mountains on both sides. These bandits actually had military weapons and armor. Judging from their shape, they should be objects from Qin.

"No, the enemy attacks!"

Eighteen Qin cavalry surrounded three people.

"Young Master, there are too many enemies. Our palace guards you to protect your retreat!"

Always keep your ambitions in death, and others will be fearless.

These people are all dead soldiers under Ying Lian, so they are naturally not afraid of death.

"Okay! It must be the one who made the wife of Mrs. Qin. It's hateful. When I return to China, I will kill you!"

The young master sighed bitterly, and Mrs. Qin was the mother of the current king and the demon who grasped the national affairs.

"Don't panic!"

At this time, Song Lin stood up to calm the people's hearts and then turned into a green bead.

Everyone saw Xian Chang's words and then calmed down.

The bandits got closer and closer to everyone, and the green beads suddenly spit out a faint green miasma.

The miasma spread a hundred feet.

The bandits enter the fog, and the sword is sharp and the armor is tough. As long as they inhale a little, they will die immediately. When the skin touches the miasma, they will corrupt and become purulent.

"ah!!"

Dozens of bandits died instantly, and the rest were wailing on the ground, their nails slashed with blood.

These bandits had never seen such scenes, and they were immediately scared to death.

"The immortal is so brilliant!"

The young master Lian was shocked and frightened. The immortal elder seemed to be fairy-like, but his methods were so vicious. Fortunately, he did not offend the immortal elder.

Shangqiu Zixu looked at the green beads and thought to himself that the green beads were the thousand-year dragon balls.

Mortals are indeed vulnerable in front of immortals.

The group returned to the city, and the young master even asked his family to pay homage. Song Lin also met the future Qin Xiaogong, who was still a child at this time.

That night, the young master was worshipping Song Lin's gate, hoping that the immortal chief would protect him and return to the country. After ascending the throne, he was willing to treat him with the courtesy of the national teacher and respond to all the requests.

Song Lin agreed happily.

Under the moonlight, the young master slashed his palm, pointed his sword at the sky, and sweared to the mysterious bird of destiny.

"From then on, the descendants of the Daqin Emperor all worshipped the immortal chief as their teacher and stayed with the country! The Xuanniao was the proof!"
Chapter completed!