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The depths of the mass graves are no longer dead silent.

The sound of hoofbeats came from far to near, and a white horse stepped out from the faint miasma, carrying a beautiful young man like a fairy on its back.

The young man looks like a native of the Central Plains, but he does not dress like a Han Chinese.Wearing a brocade robe with narrow sleeves, a leather belt around the waist, and boots on the feet, the whole head is braided with blue silk, which is gathered into the gauze crown.And his ears and chest were all covered with silver ornaments, and every step was voiceless.

The young man had been lingering in the mass grave for half an hour, and he was a little annoyed by the Central Plains' ecstasy formation.Fortunately, another tomb pavilion was bypassed, and the front finally became clear.

A hundred or so steps away, there stands a white jade archway with dragons and cranes dancing.But behind the archway, there is a deep and thick fog, as if hiding some big secret.

The destination is almost here.The young man dismounted from his horse, and the moment he passed through the archway, a strong mountain wind and thick fog rushed towards him!

He quickly covered his face while stopping the horse behind him with one hand.

When the wind stopped and the haze was gone, he opened his eyes and saw that within three steps, there was a deep cliff.If he believed in letting the horse let go just now, he might have died at the bottom of the cliff with his horse at this moment.

After being amazed, the young man gazed into the distance—the vast sea of ​​clouds was already under his feet, and through the gap between the clouds, he could see the mountain road when he came, like a winding thin line, connecting the bonsai-like village at the foot of the mountain.

He turned his head and looked to the left of the archway: a white jade step was slowly rising; beyond the railings on both sides, there were green pines, verdant cypresses, and strange rocks.In the distance, the clouds and mist are misty, and the sound of cranes flapping their wings can be heard faintly.

The barren villages and wild mounds are just illusions, this is the true face of Yuncang Peak - Xianshan Dojo.

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The young man led the white horse up the stairs.After walking for a long time, the jade steps were finally cut off by a cloud wall.There is a moon cave door in the center of the wall. Inside the door is a courtyard, and there are noisy voices.

The young man led his horse into the door, and before he had time to look around, a childish voice greeted him: "May I ask if you have a greeting card?"

The person who came was still a boy, with black buns and a moon white robe, but he was serious and looked like a little old man.

The young man took out a seemingly clean white paper from his pocket, took off his gloves, bit his fingertips and dripped blood on the paper.

After a while, a few lines of clear writing appeared on the paper: "Nanzhao Kingdom, Five Immortals teach Dharma protection, practice Zhu Xian"

The welcoming boy was about to come to get the greeting card, when he suddenly saw the word "Five Immortals", and immediately withdrew his hand.

Knowing that he was afraid of poison in the blood, Zhu Xian, the Dharma protector of the Five Immortals Sect, asked indifferently: "Mr. Xiao, can you finish checking?"

The boy nodded: "That's right."

Lian Zhu Xian flicked it lightly, and the invitation turned into a green flame, which was annihilated in ashes at his fingertips.

Follow the boy out of the small courtyard and continue upwards, which is the core area of ​​Yuncang Peak.But before that, Lian Zhu Xian had to settle down his mount first.

There is a small building on the west side of the small courtyard, which is also guarded by several Taoist boys, and strange roars can be heard from the door from time to time.

Seeing Lian Zhu Xian's mount, the Taoist boy on duty was stunned, and asked politely: "Excuse me, what kind of spirit beast is this? How do you need to take care of it?"

Lian Zhu Xian said: "It's a white horse."

Daotong stared: "Ordinary horse?"

Lian Zhu Xian nodded, at this time there was another strange roar in the small building, and the rein in his hand began to tremble.

He patted the horse's head lightly, and put his ears on it: "Xiaobai, be better, don't lose face to my teacher in front of Yuncang."

The white horse blinked innocently, and was taken away by the Taoist boy to take care of him, while Lian Zhuxian continued to follow the guide boy.

After going up another forty or fifty steps, there was a sudden commotion high above my head.

I saw a mountain gate hall built up in front of the mountain.In the open space in front of the hall, there were a few people who were queuing up to prepare for the hall. They should be disciples of various sects of cultivators who came from all directions to participate in the meeting.

The guide boy signaled Lian Zhuxian to stand at the end of the line, and said that after a while, he would go to the other side, and there would be other senior brothers who would be in charge of guiding him, so he said goodbye and left.

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The Five Immortals Sect is a long way from Yuncang, even though practicing Zhu Xian is going day and night, they can only arrive within the time limit.There are very few people in front of him at this moment, and it seems that there is no need to wait for a long time.

As soon as the boy guiding the way left, he heard a loud singing from inside the gate hall: "Jiangnan Huajian Hall, a box of Donghai Yemingzhu, a box of shark fat wax—"

Soon it was his turn to pass the hall, and he saw that the small mountain gate hall was gloomy and dim, and in the center stood three Yuncang disciples with expressionless faces, with a huge wreath lamp hanging above their heads, illuminating the living people like clay sculptures.

Lian Zhuxian stepped forward, took out an ebony square box from the Qiankun bag, and presented it with both hands.

Among the three, the disciple on the left took the box and sang the inscription on the box: "Nanzhao Five Immortals, three thousand-year-old snow ganoderma—"

When the words "Five Immortals" were sung, Lian Zhu Xian could clearly feel all kinds of eyes cast in the darkness around him.

He just pretended not to see anything, and after delivering the gift, he went straight through the corridor to find a new guide.

The sun was shining brightly outside, which made my eyes a bit uncomfortable when they were used to the dimness.But at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from nowhere, and stopped in front of Lian Zhu Xian.

This is a man with handsome features, but his hair is disheveled and his face is dirty. If it weren't for the untidy moon white robe, he could hardly be seen as a disciple of Yuncang.

He actually yelled at Lian Zhuxian loudly: "Bastard of the Five Poison Sect, go back! This is Yuncang Fairy Mountain, you Nanzhao dogs are not worthy of coming here! You are not worthy——!"

Lian Zhu Xian's expression turned cold, and he ignored him.

At this moment, there are still several disciples of Yuncang near and far, all of whom are watching the fire from the other side with relaxed faces.

I saw that crazy disciple Yuncang yelled and cursed a few more times, as if he couldn't understand his hatred, he rushed forward to beat him again.

Lian Zhuxian flashed past calmly, while looking coldly at the other people watching from the sidelines: "Is this the way of hospitality of the first school in the world?"

I'm afraid I didn't dare to watch the matter become a big deal, and finally a few disciples came to dissuade him, forcibly pushing away and dragging away the mad fellow.

It was only at this moment that Lian Zhu Xian realized that the sleeve of the lunatic's right arm was actually empty, and it turned out to be a cripple.

The lunatic was dragged away, and another Yuncang disciple who was well-dressed came from the mountain after hearing the news, and apologized to Lian Zhu Xian.

"That uncle just now was stimulated 'in the past'. Now he is delirious and talking nonsense. If he offends, please ask Dharma protector Haihan."

Although Lian Zhuxian had not personally experienced what happened in the "back then", he generally knew that both the Five Immortals Sect and Yuncang Mountain lost a lot of lives at that time.The lunatic's arm just now was most likely lost at that time; the predicament that the Five Immortals are now restricted by Yun Cang is also the sequelae of that time.

But those are old accounts.Now that Yun Cang sent invitations, and the senior brother of the sect leader sent him to a banquet, the two sides naturally didn't want to expose each other's scars and fight again.

Thinking of this, Lian Zhu Xian didn't go into it any further, and continued to walk up the mountain with this senior disciple.

After leaving the backyard of the mountain gate, there is another long section of jade-stair mountain road.The finely carved stone walls on both sides are still the waves of the sea of ​​clouds, swimming dragons and dancing cranes.Going up to the end of the jade steps, the front suddenly opens up, and you can see the majestic palaces and temples among the lush forests and bamboos.

Lian Zhuxian followed the leading disciples through the Xuanxiao Dantai, and finally arrived in front of a majestic palace.

The Jade Muslim King Sanctification Ceremony will be held tonight.Before that, guests and friends from all walks of life had a banquet here.

Lian Zhu Xian followed the leading disciples into the hall, only to know that the inside of the hall is a hundred times more spectacular than the outside: on the big pillars painted with red lacquer, there is a golden dragon hovering around.The ceiling on the top of the column is decorated with lacquer gold, and there are 81 white cranes flying in groups to the north.

Looking under the beam again, there are seven or seven 49 wreath lamps hanging upside down, reflecting each other with the chandelier trees on the ground.

In the brightly lit room, Lian Zhuxian saw that eight rows of banquets with a hundred paces were neatly arranged in the hall, all of which were full of guests and friends.

He looked north along the seat: the highest point on the upper end was a high platform surrounded by golden lacquer railings.There are huge light wheels on the left and right, shining like fiery trees and silver flowers.A large gold and green screen stands between the two lamp wheels, and white cranes dance in the screen, echoing the dragon hidden in the clouds.

And right in front of the screen is Yuncang's main seat, and there is no one there at the moment.

Lian Zhuxian didn't go deep into the hall, because the disciple who led the way quickly brought him to the seat—it was the table closest to the door.

This obviously shouldn't be the case.

Today, Yuncang is the head of the dragon in the realm of comprehension.Under Yuncang, there are five great aristocratic families, each of which controls more than a hundred fairy gates, big and small.In addition to these famous and decent schools, there are still some mountain spirits and water monsters attached to the righteous schools, and their status is naturally inferior to others.Just now, Lian Zhu Xian took a rough look, the closer the guests are to the door, the less human-like they are, and the more demonic they are.

But now, Yun Cang's seat for the Guardian of the Five Immortals is actually more humble than these mountain spirits and water monsters, which is obviously meant to be ridiculed.

How to deal with it?

Lian Zhu Xian has an aloof personality, and has never been tactful in his dealings with others.For a moment, he did have the thought of leaving in a huff.

However, after all, he shouldered the mission of teaching, and after weighing the pros and cons after being impulsive, he sat down on the seat calmly.

As soon as he sat down, there were curious looks from all around him.

Ordinary monsters don't have so many human manners, and they speak straightforwardly.So Lian Zhu Xian heard them whispering - most of them were guessing his identity, and some monsters even judged him to be a fox demon because of his good looks.The reputation of those charming foxes has always been promiscuous, so it is not surprising that they are at the bottom.

When they thought they had settled the matter, the monster sitting on the left of Lian Zhu Xian approached with a teacup in its furry paws.

"This little boy, I don't know how to call him?"

The surrounding area was quiet in a small area, and the monsters all pricked up their ears.

Practicing Zhu Xian is neither humble nor overbearing, and raises his glass to report the history.

It's funny to say, when I heard the words "Five Immortals", not only came to offer tea, but even the little monsters around showed a frightened look, as if they saw a natural enemy.

It's no wonder that although the Five Immortals Sect is only active in Nanzhao, its "famous name" has already spread to the Central Plains.It is nothing more than rumors that people in the Immortal Cult keep poisonous substances, grow poisonous weeds, refine poisonous medicines, and even have toxins all over their bodies, which cannot be touched.

Of course, there are even more outrageous rumors, saying that the followers of the Five Immortals sleep by day and come out at night, drink blood like hair, and especially like to swallow low-level monsters alive.Moreover, the sacred bird of the Five Immortals is the peacock. It is said that the believers are like peacocks, the more poison they swallow, the more beautiful and gorgeous their appearance will be.

Now that such a frighteningly beautiful protector of the Five Immortals Sect suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was still sitting in the last seat, like a ghost blocking the door, how could we not make these little monsters frightened?

Lian Zhuxian knew that their prejudices were already deep, so he didn't bother to argue.

Coincidentally at this time, there were two chimes from the north, and the whole hall quickly fell silent.

Lian Zhu Xian looked north along with the others, only then did he see that several people had climbed onto the golden lacquered platform.

The leader is a man in his 30s with a refined and handsome appearance.He wears a crown of white cranes and golden scales on his head, a moon-white brocade robe, a golden crane cloak, and a pendant around his waist, which is very luxurious.

The master of Yuncang, Yunhua Immortal Venerable, is about to ascend and has been in seclusion for several years.Right now, the person in charge of the Immortal Sect is Chunwu Jun, the only son of the Immortal Venerable who is honored as the "Great Master".It is not difficult to imagine that he will be the new head of Yuncang Mountain in the future.

However, Lian Zhuxian's eyes only glanced briefly, and then turned to the second person behind Chunwu-jun.

The second person is about a few years younger than Chunwu-jun, and his appearance is somewhat similar to Chunwu-jun, but the outline is deeper.His eyebrows are like a raised sword, his eyes are like bright stars, and the angle of the sun is long and accurate, and he has a faint appearance of an emperor.

But such a dignified face was matched with a pair of thin lips.Although it didn't hurt Junyi, it was a little more strict and less friendly.

Although this person's clothing is not as rich as Chunwu Lord, but he can be seen as a distinguished figure of Yuncang Sect.Standing beside Mr. Chunwu, it is like a crane and a dragon, outstanding.

Lian Zhuxian knew that this person was the head of Yuncang Mountain, Lord Fengzhang of Fengzao Hall.

After Chunwu and Fengzhang, there were another palace master and cabinet master, all wearing moon-white cassocks, elegant and noble, like flying immortals descending to earth.However, Lian Zhu Xian's gaze was always on Feng Zhangjun.Even if it moves briefly, it always turns back quickly.

Perhaps it was his gaze that gave birth to some kind of obsession, Feng Zhangjun seemed to have sensed it, and even raised his head to look this way.

The two were a hundred paces apart, but they seemed to be looking at each other.

After a short period of heart palpitations, Lian Zhuxian was a little disappointed - because the other party's eyes were completely unfamiliar, without any emotion at all.

Because the surroundings were extremely quiet, he heard the two monsters beside him whispering.

"The one next to the real man is the famous Feng Zhangjun? Why do I look a little like the real man?"

Another demon whispered that he was ignorant: "The Dazheng and Feng Zhangjun were cousins. Feng Zhangjun's mother is the half-sister of the old fairy. It was wrong to have a good fairy back then, so I went to the harem to talk to those bastards." Women in the secular world compete for favor, and finally end up in a miserable end with a decapitated body!"

Another demon sneered: "You know what! Everyone knows that Yun Cang has always had a deep relationship with the imperial court! Back then, Miss Biyun was sent to be a concubine by the old fairy. If there were no accidents in the middle, then Feng Mr. Zhang should have been the emperor of the Daning Dynasty long ago!"

The first monster who spoke laughed: "I heard that the sons of heaven are all flying immortals. He Fengzhangjun is so powerful, but that...is he really good enough?"

Another demon said disdainfully: "How many flying immortals have you seen? Who knows if Feng Zhangjun is the reincarnation of an exiled immortal? Besides, the emperor is also a mortal body, and after a hundred years, he will immediately turn into rotten flesh. Where is it?" It's better than being devoted to the Tao, if you really become a god, wouldn't you be happy?"

This remark drew another rebuttal: "Zifeiyu knows the joy of fish? The emperor is not good. Where are so many people rebelling at the risk of losing their heads and destroying the nine clans?"

They talk to each other, and they are so lively.Lian Zhuxian was really upset when he heard it, so he knocked on the teacup and cleared his cough.

The bunch of monsters were all dumb all of a sudden, presumably they were afraid that he would be terrified.

The author has something to say:

Feng Zhangjun: Lian Zhuxian is poisonous all over his body, you guys are too shallow, so don't get close to him.

Lian Zhuxian: Let go of your hand!

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Practicing Zhu Xian is roughly a player who is strong on the outside, but soft on the inside, with a gorgeous appearance and a wifey inside

Feng Zhangjun is a cold-faced player with a warm heart, a calm appearance and a dark heart, a sullen player