Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chang'an City was right in front of us, but we didn't go to admire the majesty of this one of the eight ancient cities in the world.

The three people and the bear did not go north, but went east.

After walking for about an hour, we saw a thousand-foot high peak standing out from the crowd of low mountains in front of us.

That was Yushan.

The northwest corner of Yushan was a military camp of the Zhenxi Army, where a large number of troops were stationed in the past to protect Chang'an.

Last year, Yang Zhentian led the main force of the Zhenxi Army to the east to support Yingzui Cliff. In a battle, more than two-thirds of the Zhenxi Army soldiers, including himself, lost their lives in Wangfu Ridge, Duoshi Peak, and Yingzui Cliff.

After a year of recruitment, the military camp began to bustle again.

Training, endless training every day.

Their training was no longer conventional tactics against mortals, but special tactics against the six legions of the heavenly realm.

Ye Xiaochuan and others passed by the periphery of the military camp at the foot of Yushan, and occasionally saw groups of soldiers wearing helmets and armor walking neatly.

The equipment they were wearing was not the wooden swords in the hands of the women's army in the north of Lantian County, but the standard equipment made by the dwarves.

The murderous aura and well-equipped equipment all showed that this army had a terrifying combat power. There was a tea stall next to the road. The tea sellers were a group of old soldiers of the Zhenxi Army with missing arms and legs. They were injured on the battlefield and could not continue to serve in the army. They opened a tea stall near the barracks. The soldiers of the Zhenxi Army passing by would occasionally patronize

their business.

The glutton was indeed a glutton. He had just eaten a large bowl of rice porridge and four apples for breakfast, and now he was hungry again.

When he saw the tea stall, he would not leave no matter what.

Yuan Xiaolou was worried that Ye Xiaochuan had just recovered and could not stand walking too much, so he suggested going to the tea stall to have a cup of tea and rest.

An old soldier with a broken leg came up with a cane and said, "What do you want to order?"

The storyteller said, "Three bowls of coarse tea, three steamed buns."

Yuan Xiaolou quickly said, "Nine steamed buns."

The storyteller looked at the two gluttons, No. 1 and No. 2, and rolled his eyes, muttering, "Sooner or later, I will be bankrupted by you two gluttons."

As soon as the tea and steamed buns came up, a few people came from the direction of Yushan.

These people were almost all acquaintances of Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan's expression froze when he saw these people.

Yuan Xiaolou also recognized those people and immediately quietly grasped Ye Xiaochuan's hand.

There were seven people coming.

The three swordsmen of Fengchen, Bao Renhe, He Miao, and Mo Shaolin.

Liu Jiao of Tiansheng Cave in Qilin Mountain, and his little apprentice sister Duan Xiaoxiao.

Chu Quer of Yushan Blue River Immortal Mansion.

And a little old man with shifty eyes. It turned out to be the old naughty boy Wang Keke.

As soon as Wang Keke saw the rice bucket sitting by the tea shed eating buns, she immediately screamed and said, "Sister Chu, I thought such a big-headed iron-eating beast was only found in Cangyun Mountain and Qilin Mountain, but I didn't expect it to be found in Qinling Mountains as well."

Giant pandas have been rampant in the past few thousand years and have long since left Cangyun Mountain.

The Qixing Mountain in the east, the Qilin Mountain in the west, the Shiwan Mountains in southern Xinjiang, and the 800-mile Qinling Mountains can all be seen with traces of these black and white bears that eat bamboo.

Chu Quer smiled slightly and said, "As early as a thousand years ago, there were already many giant pandas in Qinling Mountains, but such a large one is rare. You must be tired after playing for a whole morning. Let's have a cup of tea here and take a rest."

Seeing so many guests coming again, several veterans were naturally happy and hurried forward to greet them.

Yuan Xiaolou held Ye Xiaochuan's hand tightly. She didn't know why. Maybe she was afraid that Ye Xiaochuan would stand up and recognize these people.

Once they recognized each other, Yuan Xiaolou felt that he might lose him forever.

Fortunately, Ye Xiaochuan was just drinking tea and eating buns silently, and had no intention of getting up to recognize him.

This time of escaping death made Ye Xiaochuan feel as if he was in another world.

He knew more than half of the people around him, and they were all acquaintances.

But he didn't dare to show up and see them.

He never got over that hurdle in his heart.

He didn't want to get involved in the grievances of the cultivation world.

He just wanted to live his own life quietly.

Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan had no intention of recognizing his friends, Yuan Xiaolou was relieved.

The group sat at two tables and started chatting.

Wang Keke squatted beside the rice bucket with a tray of buns, and seemed to be very interested in the rice bucket.

But the fallen flowers were interested in the flowing water, and the flowing water had no intention of loving the fallen flowers.

The rice bucket only had the two trays of buns in front of it in its eyes, and ignored Wang Keke at all.

Wang Keke seemed to think that the rice bucket had a strong personality and liked him even more.

He said to Ye Xiaochuan and others: "Did you raise this iron-eating beast? How about selling it to me? Fat old man, you name a price, I will never bargain!"

"Puff!"

The storyteller who was drinking tea couldn't help but sprayed all the tea on Ye Xiaochuan.

Yuan Xiaolou was furious and shouted: "Grandpa, what are you doing! Be careful!"

She quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped Ye Xiaochuan.

The storyteller ignored her and looked at Wang Keke in astonishment.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such a shameless person.

He is hundreds of years old, and there are only a few hairs left. He still dares to boast of being a handsome guy?

Wang Keke looked at the storyteller and suddenly felt familiar. He said: "Fat old man, have we met before?"

The old storyteller immediately shook his head and said in a proficient Guanzhong dialect: "Have you ever seen him before? He is a farmer. How could he be so lucky to meet the Immortal Whip King?"

Wang Keke nodded and said: "That's true...ah, that's not right. How do you know this handsome guy is the Divine Whip Wang Keke?"

The old storyteller immediately covered his mouth.

Yuan Xiaolou on the side felt a thump in his heart when he heard that he was beating the Divine Whip King Keke.

As far as she knew, her father Yuan Qin was a close friend of Qilin Mountain's Divine Whip King Ke Ke.

It turns out that this shameless old man is actually his uncle!

Wang Keke glanced around and saw the bamboo pole leaning against the curtain with the eight characters "The iron mouth is cut straight, making fun of the world".

He slapped his thigh, stood up, and threw half a drawer of buns on the table.

Wow wow shouted: "Okay, no wonder this handsome guy looks familiar to you, it turns out to be you, an old guy!"

When the old storyteller saw that he was recognized by Wang Keke, he stopped trying to hide it and said with a smile: "We haven't seen you for two hundred years. Senior Wang is still as charming as ever. What a joy to congratulate him!"

Wang Keke laughed loudly and said: "I am still young and strong, but you are old. Taili, Xiaoxiao, come and see, this is the magic fortune teller I often mentioned to you. Two hundred years ago, in Kunlun Mountain In Lingxiao City at my feet, he made a prediction for me, saying that I would suffer a bloody disaster within three days. As a result, I got several ribs broken by Qiankunzi the next day. "