About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

"Mrs. Song, good afternoon." Yang Yuyao and the others greeted them. The husband of Yi Baoxuan's boss Li Yingying was named Song, but they only learned about it from the servant's title and had never met her husband.

"Why are you still screaming so lively? Just call me Aunt Li." Li Yingying said with a smile. She was wearing a water-red jacket today, holding the handle of the food box, and wearing a sheep on her exposed wrist. Fat white jade bracelet, "Come and try the snacks made by Aunt Li."

"Thank you Aunt Li." They shouted in a good-natured way. Yang Yuyao once asked Yi Ziqi if he knew what kind of power Yi Baoxuan had behind the scenes, or the background of Li Yingying's husband's family. It's a pity that Yi Ziqi doesn't know much about it. He only knows that Yi Baoxuan has always had a good reputation. Some monks are even willing to travel thousands of miles to Xuanzhen City just to trade or choose their favorite products at Yi Baoxuan.

"So well-behaved. It would be great if my child could be as well-behaved as you." Li Yingying said with emotion. Several people moved to the room. Grandma had already brought them some charcoal pots and made tea. "It's a pity that boy's wings are hard now, and his parents don't want to listen to him."

"Aunt Li, how many children do you have?" Ye Qianqian asked, taking the initiative to pull a chair for Li Yingying. Ye Qianqian is always the first to ask questions. With her helping to ask questions, Yang Yuyao doesn't have to ask questions by himself. "How old are you this year?"

"Aunt Li, I'm just a child. I just got pregnant this year, but I can't stay home. I wanted to bring him over to get to know you and make friends, but I didn't know where he went this morning."

"Maybe he went to meet his friends." Yang Yuyao answered casually, not caring whether his words were reasonable or not. I was thinking in my heart that this situation is really special. From what Yang Yuyao knew, Li Yingying was a Nascent Soul monk, at least on the surface, so her child should also be a monk if nothing unexpected happened.

If what Li Yingying said is true, then her son is twenty years old this year. Monks of this age are usually disciples of the sect, and Xuanzhen City is a vassal city of Xuanzhen Sect. There is a high probability that the monks here want to practice. They will all choose to join Xuanzhen Sect. But Li Yingying's words sounded like her son lived at home. Sect disciples generally did not do this, except for those with special status, such as the heirs of the sect master or elders who lived at home.

But regardless of the disciples of the sect, even if they are just children, it is very strange to leave home without telling their family. Unless he was going somewhere he didn't want his family to know or meeting someone he didn't want his family to know, and this wasn't the first time.

"As a very capable woman, she should not be so arrogant. The child left without saying goodbye many times without understanding what happened. Maybe Li Yingying had actually investigated where her son had gone, but was too lazy to find out. That's it." Yang Yuyao guessed, and then thought that this was someone else's family matter, why did he think so much about it? He immediately put the matter behind him.

"Speaking of which, Qianqian came to Xuanzhen City because she wanted to participate in Xuanzhen Sect's recruitment meeting and join Xuanzhen Sect, right?" Li Yingying asked with a smile. During the short period of time when Yang Yuyao was distracted, they had already moved on to another topic. After going up, the snacks that were taken out first were already eaten, so Li Yingying took away the empty upper layer of the food box and took out the snacks from the lower layer.

There are three kinds of snacks prepared in her food box. One is coated with soy flour like a donkey rolling, but it is filled with sugar filling. A yellow-green snack made from peas like pea yellow. There is also a snack that looks like an ordinary steamed rice cake at first glance, but there is a pickled and cored dried plum hidden in the middle of the rice cake. When you bite it, you will find that it is sour and sweet, which is particularly refreshing.

"Yes, I hope I can join smoothly." As the time for the recruitment meeting drew closer, Ye Qianqian became increasingly unconfident. "My qualifications may not be very good..."

"Why do you think so?" Li Yingying said in disbelief, "You have already reached the third level of Qi training before joining the sect. Many people have not yet introduced Qi into their bodies before joining the sect! I believe Aunt Li, you will definitely be able to Join the Xuanzhen Sect!"

"That's it..." Ye Qianqian's eyes looked at Yang Yuyao, and then quickly moved away. Probably because she spent a long time with Yang Yuyao, Ye Qianqian felt more and more that her qualifications were mediocre. She could only manage to not fall too far behind Yang Yuyao by practicing harder.

"Qianqian, don't compare yourself with Xiao Yuan." Although Ye Qianqian's gaze stayed for a short time, Li Yingying still caught the girl's gaze, "Not to mention the foundation building stage, the golden elixir stage can have a monk as powerful as Xiao Yuan. Even Xuanzhen Sect can't find a few. Although it is a good thing to follow the footsteps of the strong, being too ambitious can easily distract your mind and be detrimental to your practice. It is better to compare yourself with yourself. Every time you make a little better than your previous self, you will make a lot of progress. ”

"Yes, indeed." Yang Yuyao agreed and took another piece of plum rice cake. He liked plum rice cakes and pea cakes, but he had eaten one of those snacks that looked like a donkey rolling around and never touched them again. Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian prefer that kind.

"What about you, Xiaoyuan? Aren't you going to join the Xuanzhen Sect together?" Seeing Yang Yuyao's rare opening, Li Yingying asked immediately.

"The casual cultivator is pretty good." Yang Yuyao replied. Li Yingying did not continue to ask, but turned to Yi Ziqi. Because Yi Ziqi did not conceal his identity, Li Yingying, who knew that he was a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, chatted with him about some anecdotes about Taoist Chizhu.

Yang Yuyao quietly kicked Yi Ziqi under the table. This Aunt Li was really good at chatting. She could chat with almost anyone, and Yi Ziqi talked a lot without knowing it. Although there should be no confidential parts involved, if the conversation continues like this, it is very likely that something will be leaked.

Fortunately, Yi Ziqi didn't get too excited. After Yang Yuyao kicked him, he quickly reacted and moved the topic away without leaving a trace.

After finishing the snacks, Li Yingying took the food box and left without even any obvious solicitation during the whole process. It was as if she was just an ordinary woman chatting with juniors. But Yang Yuyao didn't think so in his heart. He still felt that Li Yingying had a purpose in contacting them. Maybe she was not in a hurry now and wanted to temper their vigilance first, and then her purpose would be truly exposed when the time was right.

Yang Yuyao does not reject the other party's approach with purpose. After all, it is natural for people to contact each other with purpose. However, Yang Yuyao hopes that the other party will be more straightforward and say what they need directly, so that if they need to cooperate or something, Smoother.

They ate too much snacks in the afternoon, and even Ye Qianqian, the only one who didn't feel hungry, didn't feel hungry, so they skipped dinner. Instigated by Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian, Yang Yuyao was taken to the street by the two. Although Yang Yuyao has been free in the afternoons and evenings since he started this job, after so many days, today is the first time Yang Yuyao came to the streets of Xuanzhen City except the day he first arrived in Xuanzhen City. .

By today, most of the sects had arrived in Xuanzhen City, and the already lively streets were now filled with monks walking in the costumes of various sects. The hustle and bustle made Yang Yuyao feel a headache and almost wanted to go home immediately. Thanks to Yi Ziqi and the others, they quickly pulled him away from the most prosperous area, and Yang Yuyao breathed a sigh of relief like a fish that had returned to the water and could breathe again.

After finally taking a breath, Yang Yuyao realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He cast his eyes doubtfully a little further away. Several men dressed like peacocks stared at them with unkind expressions. Next to them, several female nuns also looked at them, with friendly expressions but a hint of weirdness. of fanaticism.

"What's going on?" Yang Yuyao asked in confusion, but neither Yi Ziqi nor Ye Qianqian understood what was wrong with those people.

After avoiding the busy area, it is much more comfortable to walk around. It's just that they seem to encounter monks from various sects wherever they go, and some of their costumes look familiar. However, through the clothes, Yang Yuyao was able to recognize two sects, the Qingfeng Sect, which had special patterns on its clothes, and the Zhengren Sect, which was dressed in bright red. In addition, Yang Yuyao also noticed that other sects looked at the Qingfeng Sect monks with more or less disgust.

"Did something happen to Qingfeng Sect again?" Yang Yuyao was a little curious, but his attention was soon attracted by stalls selling various special materials.

"A Yuan, you really like these." Yi Ziqi sighed. Knowing that Yang Yuyao would not move for a while, Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian simply squatted down to help Yang Yuyao choose or study. How to identify these materials that can be used to make magic weapons. The stall owner of this stall is a woman with a high ponytail, and her clothes are also masculine. She seems to be in a good mood today. She not only patiently selects them for them, but also introduces the special uses of some materials.

After buying the materials, they didn't want to go shopping anymore. Too many people made it difficult to walk smoothly, so the three of them decided to go home.

They all went to bed very early that day, especially Yang Yuyao. Perhaps because he had a headache earlier, he fell asleep at noon. Outside the room, there was the occasional ticking sound of melted snow on the trees and the rustling of branches, but they did not wake him up. However, Yang Yuyao was not sleeping peacefully. He was in a strange state where he didn't really fall asleep but couldn't wake up, which made him feel particularly tired.

I don't know how long it took before Yang Yuyao truly fell asleep. However, it seemed that in the next second, Yang Yuyao felt that the protection alarm he had set was triggered. He suddenly opened his eyes and turned over and got out of bed. The room was dark with no candles lit, only the pale moonlight filtering through the window paper.

Yang Yuyao muttered the spell in a low voice and threw a restraint spell towards the place where he sensed a living creature. Then he put on his space ring, took out his talisman and threw a few more talismans to prevent the intruder from breaking away from his spell. Law. Perhaps because he heard too much noise coming from Yang Yuyao's side, Yi Ziqi held his sword, opened the door and barged in. The moonlight surged in as the door opened, illuminating most of the room and also illuminating the intruder who was restrained by Yang Yuyao and could not move.

"A Yuan, are you injured?" Yi Ziqi walked around the man and came to Yang Yuyao, blocking him behind him and asked.

"No, but that person was seriously injured." Yang Yuyao said, snapping his fingers and lighting the candle that he blew out before going to bed. The scene in the room finally became clearer. "Who are you?" Yang Yuyao asked the intruder. The other person's clothes did not look like an assassin who would break into other people's rooms at night. Coupled with the injuries, he looked like he had broken in accidentally. .

"Who are you?" The young man who couldn't move looked at them angrily and asked, suddenly spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Then the young man was "invited" to sit on a stool, with Yang Yuyao's binding talisman still attached to his body. The young man watched with vigilance as Yang Yuyao took out a small pill wrapped in oil paper and handed it to his mouth. If he hadn't recognized that this was an elixir with excellent healing effects, the man would never have taken it. The man looked at Yang Yuyao strangely, not understanding why he trapped himself but healed himself, but Yang Yuyao didn't say anything, but went around his back, drew out his sword and swung it down, just enough to cut it. The cloth on the man's back.

A black thing suddenly jumped out and flew towards Yi Ziqi. Yi Ziqi was startled and slashed with his sword. The sharp sword did not split the thing in half. However, he slapped it to the ground. Yi Ziqi injected spiritual energy into the sword and stabbed it hard, and then fixed the thing on the floor.

"What is this?" the young man asked with a pale face. He didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or being frightened. By the candlelight, they all saw the mass clearly. The thing looked like a sea urchin or some kind of starfish, covered with tiny, squirming black tentacles, with a few circles in the middle that were lighter in color and looked like ring-shaped teeth that kept opening and closing.

"This is what you are carrying on your back. You can't even know it, and we can't know it either." Yang Yuyao looked at the thing and his expression was not very good, and he seemed to feel that there was a small black shadow just now. Where did it go? If it is this kind of thing. "Ziqi, go and see Qianqian and Nanny. I wonder if there are things like this that have escaped elsewhere."

"Ayuan, is it okay for you to be alone here?" Yi Ziqi glanced at the disgusting things and asked.

"I have no problem, you should try to be careful yourself." Yang Yuyao replied, frowning as he looked at the large bloody wound on the young man's back.

"Okay." Yi Ziqi glanced at the young man, caught the sword thrown by Yang Yuyao, and then left with the sword.

"I'm Gu Yuan, what's your name?" Yang Yuyao took a picture of the scene behind the young man with the Xunlian beta version, returned to the man and asked, and then used the recently added projection function to take the picture Show him the photo, "This is what's happening behind your back now. How do you manage to carry something like that without feeling heavy or painful?"

"I don't know, I just felt pain." The man's face turned pale again, "Your name is Gu Yuan, are you the talisman master?" The man looked at Yang Yuyao, shocked by his youth, "I His name is Song Yizhang."

"Your surname is Song? Are you Aunt Li's son?" Yang Yuyao stared at the man's face carefully, trying to find facial features similar to Li Yingying's. Then Yang Yuyao was disappointed to find that he was not very good at reading. When Song Yizhang was stared at by Yang Yuyao like this, his first thought was that this young man had bright eyes and was very good-looking.

"I..." Song Yizhang was just about to answer when he was interrupted by someone who came in. The first person to come in was Ye Qianqian. She rubbed her eyes and looked as if she had not yet woken up. She was probably caught in the middle of a deep sleep. Yi Ziqi called out, and then the nanny who came in to help with the care, and the last person who came in was Yi Ziqi, who was guarding with a sword.

"Master?! Why are you here? What's going on..." Grandma immediately exclaimed when she saw Song Yizhang sitting on the stool. Although Song Yizhang's identity was basically confirmed, Yang Yuyao did not let go immediately. he. He showed up at a suspicious time, was injured, and came back with a monster on his back. There was no guarantee that he would still be controlled, so Yang Yuyao planned to wait until Song Yizhang's mother came over and let Li Yingying make arrangements.

After Yi Ziqi took Ye Qianqian to find Nanny, Nanny used the messenger Li Yingying to send the message. They didn't wait long before Li Yingying came over with several monks. One of the female monks turned out to be the female stall owner from whom they bought materials while shopping.

Yang Yuyao was ready to confront Li Yingying. After all, he had controlled her son. Song Yizhang was still injured and covered in blood. It was normal for him to be misunderstood. As a result, Li Yingying turned out to be surprisingly reasonable, and Young Master Song also took the initiative to explain that he was injured and accidentally broke in and frightened Yang Yuyao. The possible tense situation did not happen at all. Instead, Yang Yuyao was praised by Li Yingying for his move of confining Song Yizhang because he could not confirm whether there was any hidden danger in him... Why was he inexplicably a little disappointed?

"Is that possible..." A male monk looked at the monster that was pinned to the ground by a sword before. He seemed to recognize what it was, but did not say it directly. Li Yingying's face darkened as she seemed to realize something, and she quickly arranged for the monks who came with her to search the entire yard.

Yang Yuyao silently looked at Song Yizhang, who seemed to have been forgotten by his biological mother, thinking about how to treat the wound on his back.

"This wound is weird." Yi Ziqi also realized that something was wrong with the wound on Song Yizhang's back. "Within an hour after taking the vitality pill, it should be healed even if it is seriously injured again, but this wound... It seems We still have to wait for those monks to come back."