With the Feng Que sword in hand, all the ghosts in Weiyang City will not be afraid.

Feng Zhangjun held the sword in his right hand, supported Lian Zhuxian with his left hand who was still dizzy and had not completely escaped from the ghost infestation, and rushed quickly along the northbound road.After a while, the two arrived under the Weiyang Pagoda.

Li Tianquan, who was watching from the tower, immediately ordered someone to open the door to welcome the two into the tower.

"Water." As soon as Feng Zhangjun entered the pagoda, he ordered someone to bring a bowl of water. He also took out a piece of Yingluo talisman paper, melted it and melted it into the water, and fed it to Zhu Xian to drink it up.

After a bowl of talisman water fell into his stomach, Lian Zhuxian slowly got rid of the drowsy hallucination symptoms.He looked up at Feng Zhangjun, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but two tears fell from his eyes first.

Feng Zhangjun has always regarded Lian Zhu Xian as an extremely tough and tough person, after all, he had endured the severe pain of the unarmed laparotomy a few days ago.Seeing his tears at this moment, he couldn't help being slightly startled, and then saw that Lian Zhuxian was holding the body of a small green snake in his hands, presumably it should be Lian Zhuxian's pet.

He is neither familiar nor fond of these poisonous snakes and scorpions, but he has seen Lian Zhuxian teasing and feeding them in his spare time, and he seemed very intimate.Lian Zhu Xian must be feeling extremely sad at the tragic death of his beloved pet.

Thinking of this, he didn't know what to say, he simply sighed, stretched out his hand to pull Lian Zhuxian into his arms, and patted Lian Zhuxian's back lightly one after another.

"...Thank you, I'm fine." Although Lian Zhu Xian was angry in his heart, he did not forget the current affairs, and he was no longer depressed after he choked up a little.

He took out the small piece of corpse wrapped in rags from the little snake's mouth, put the little green snake's body back into the bamboo tube, and then led Feng Zhangjun to climb to the height of Weiyang Tower.

On the 18th floor of the tower, Li Tianquan and Dong Xianyuan are waiting eagerly.

According to their report, Ren Wuxin and Shang Wuyong didn't seem to have changed during the time Lian Zhu Xian went to the cemetery.However, the "scallion dew" attached to the heart of the tower is constantly decreasing, and it seems that it is being absorbed by Ren and Shang.

If Shang Wuyong draws power to control Ren Wuxin, then that's fine, I'm afraid Ren Wuxin absorbs the power of scallions, and then breaks free from Shang Wuyong's shackles - then it will cooperate with Gu Yanlan outside the tower, The consequences could be disastrous.

Without further ado, Lian Zhuxian immediately began to prepare the materials for Xiangpi.

Due to the special nature of this fragrance voyeurism, it needs to be treated with extra care, so there are several more materials and processes in the fragrance making stage than the previous scene in Yuncangsi's building.Lian Zhu Xian kept his hands on for a moment and concentrated his attention until everything was ready, only to find that Feng Zhangjun had already sat down beside him.

"I'm with you." Yun Cang first made a proposal that he could not refuse, "There is a care."

"Okay." Lian Zhuxian knew that he couldn't shake his decision, so he simply nodded, but he didn't forget to remind Feng Zhangjun: "This time, Xiangyu is different from the last time. Ren Wuxin and Shang Wuyong are ghosts and immortals. They are living people. We must be extremely cautious in order to pry into their consciousness without being discovered. You must absolutely obey my instructions and do nothing unnecessary, do you understand?"

"Understood." Feng Zhangjun nodded, and added in a low voice: "I am only responsible for protecting you."

Lian Zhuxian's ears suddenly turned cold - before arriving in Weiyang City, the charming memory under the wisteria trellis suddenly jumped out of his mind.

Knowing that this was simply too inappropriate, Lian Zhuxian immediately drove away all kinds of thoughts from his mind like a plague god, and then quickly lit the incense seals on the ground.

"Let's go."

He stretched out his hand to Feng Zhangjun: "Let's go and see what's going on behind this farce."

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In the dense smoke, Lian Zhu Xian and Feng Zhangjun both closed their eyes.Under the guidance of the aroma, it slowly escapes from reality and enters the realm of fragrant peeping.

The first thing that appeared in front of their eyes was a piece of greenery.

Here is a courtyard with a medium layout, and the sky is almost covered by the crown of a hundred-year-old camphor tree.The ground is paved with flat blue bricks, and a fine layer of light yellow camphor flowers has fallen.On the vermilion lacquered wooden platform in the middle of the courtyard, there are twelve tables arranged in three rows, on which sit twelve young disciples in blue clothes, listening to a monk's lecture.

"This is Biyun Residence? Isn't it supposed to be a sect of cultivating immortals?" Lian Zhuxian speculated by observing the clothes of his disciples, "Why are you listening to the monk's lecture?"

"Buddhism and Taoism belong to one family." Feng Zhangjun who was standing beside him replied softly, "Many sects in the Central Plains have Buddhist scriptures in their collections, and they often invite monks to exchange teachings. If disciples of Xianmen are away from home, they can stay To the local Buddhist temple, and Shimen disciples can also place orders at Xianmen."

While they were talking in low voices, the monk in the main lecture hall was eloquent and eloquent.However, the immortal youths in the audience were obviously not interested, and some even dozed off secretly.

Lian Zhu Xian's eyes flicked over the faces of these youngsters one by one, obviously studying their appearance carefully.

"Gu Yanlan mentioned that Ren Wuxin became a monk halfway through adulthood; so among these children, there must be one Shang Wuyong who cultivated immortality since childhood."

While speaking, he had already observed all the children, but obviously, he didn't find anything close to him.

On the contrary, Feng Zhangjun, who was looking in another direction, made a discovery: "It should be him—"

Lian Zhu Xian followed Feng Zhangjun's guidance and found that it was a young boy hiding in the corner of the courtyard.About seven or eight years old, his stature has not yet begun to grow, and he is dressed in coarse cloth bunts, holding a bamboo broom that is about the height of a person in his hand, and looks like a small handyman.

"His eyebrows are really somewhat similar to that Shang Wuyong." Lian Zhuxian became a little confused, "But isn't Shang Wuyong the eldest disciple of Biyunju Ye's head?"

The illusion cannot answer his doubts, but the answer is obviously hidden in the situation.

Different from those lazy disciples of the immortal sect, Shang Wuyong, who was hiding behind the hedge, was listening to the monk's preaching attentively, his longing eyes were as bright and moving as the sunlight that sifted through the leaves of the camphor tree.

The first scene of Xiangpei didn't last long, and the green courtyard under the sun soon had ripples.Before Lian Zhuxian could remind him, Feng Zhangjun came over and grabbed his arm so as not to get separated.

The ripples cleared up, and what appeared in front of the two of them this time was actually a pile of ruins.

This is an abandoned house after a fire. The scorched and broken walls collapsed, like a huge bonfire that has been extinguished.

On the right side of the abandoned house, stood several monks in navy blue robes.Three of them were clearly reporting respectfully to the person in the middle—perhaps about the fire.

"That person is Ye Hao, the former head of Biyunju." Feng Zhangjun pointed to the person in the middle, and introduced Lian Zhuxian.

It turns out that this is Ye Zhen Zhen's father who "ascended in the daytime", Lian Zhu Xian couldn't help but take a good look at it.

To be honest, he originally thought that this man with a wife and son should at least be an honest and gentle middle-aged man with a three-inch beard.However, when I saw it now, I was surprised to find that the real Ye Hao was so indifferent that he was almost "transparent".

It was a unique temperament like smog.It's as if you have been alone with him face to face for an hour, but you still can't remember his appearance; and when a gust of wind blows, he may disappear without a trace in front of your eyes in an instant.

Such a person, not to mention marrying a wife and having children, seems like he shouldn't even get involved in the mundane world at all, and is more like a character that only exists in ancient scrolls.

Lian Zhuxian was wondering when he heard a burst of noisy footsteps on the mountain road behind him—it turned out that it was the twelve young disciples he had seen in the previous scene, running past here under the leadership of the martial arts instructor, and saw The head and everyone in charge stopped to salute.

Ye Hao's eyes swept across the group of young disciples, and suddenly he pointed to the pile of discarded objects in front of him and asked, "What do you see from this?"

Knowing that the master was going to temporarily test himself, the young disciples immediately whispered to each other.Ye Hao didn't stop them, and waited until they had finished communicating before ordering them to speak one by one.

I only heard the first disciple say: "It has been raining in Biyun Mountain recently, rain is water, and thunder is wood, so it is an example of 'water grows wood' among the five elements."

Ye Hao was noncommittal and only let the next one speak.

So No.2 disciple said: "Thunder is an earthquake, the mountain is a gen, and the thunder and lightning falling on the top of Biyun Mountain is the hexagram of a minor fault in the Thunder Mountain. It shows that we need to be cautious and consider everything in the near future."

Ye Hao still did not judge, and continued to let the disciples speak one by one.

In a blink of an eye, the twelve young disciples had already answered one by one.However, Ye Hao was still not satisfied. He only heard him ask all the people present loudly, but no one responded.

Just when Lian Zhuxian thought that this problem was going to be settled, there was a small voice from an inconspicuous corner.

"Reporting to the head: The house on fire is like the world, full of all kinds of suffering. However, people live in it without realizing it. The so-called way of cultivating immortals is to guide everyone to jump out of the burning house and obtain real peace and freedom."

Not only Lian Zhu Xian and Feng Zhangjun, but everyone present followed the voice at the same time.

I saw the young Shang Wuyong standing in the corner still wearing the rough clothes, his hands and face were covered with carbon dust from cleaning up the ruins, but his expression was calm and not even a little bit timid.

Ye Hao took two steps towards him and asked, "Who are you?"

Shang Wuyong just moved his mouth, but before he could make a sound, someone answered for him: "This is a boy doing odd jobs on the mountain. His family is poor, and his parents and relatives are all dead. The people in charge saw him as pitiful, so they left him here. On the mountain, I do handyman on weekdays."

After the man finished speaking in one breath, Shang Wuyong finally found a chance to express his own voice: "If I go back to the head, I want to worship Biyunju...but I don't have money."

Ye Hao asked him, "Why do you need money?"

Shang Wuyong opened his mouth to answer, but he looked at the manager who looked embarrassed in front of him, he closed his mouth and shook his head.

"So the qualifications for entry can also be bought and sold?" Lian Zhu Xian had already read the subtext behind it, "Fortunately most people dare not join my Five Immortals Sect."

"In the Central Plains, it was considered an honor to be able to join the Xianmen, and you can enjoy many conveniences that come with it." Feng Zhangjun did not shy away from this, "As far as I know, Yuncang's entry document was once It was once speculated at a high price of ten taels of gold."

Twelve taels of gold?This is too outrageous, right?Is it true that if you enter the fairy gate, you will be able to stay young forever and have boundless mana?

Lian Zhuxian was slandering, but saw Ye Hao beckoning Shang Wuyong to come in front of him, then stretched out a pair of hands that were so white that they seemed to be transparent, and covered the boy's small head.

"Bone." Feng Zhangjun said softly.

Without his explanation, Lian Zhu Xian can understand it - this is a very common operation in Xianmen.People with fairy bones are more suitable for cultivation than people with ordinary bones.

There was no sound in the surroundings, all eyes with different emotions, silently waiting for the head of Biyunju's judgment on this young servant.

Not long after, Ye Hao opened his eyes.

He looked down at Shang Wuyong: "From today on, you will practice as a teacher."

The author has something to say: Lian Zhu Xian: I hope this film will not be as cheating as last time

Feng Zhangjun: Don’t worry, this time I heard it’s a romantic literary film

Lian Zhuxian: Love-hate entanglement between brothers and sisters in the small sect?The evil consequences caused by the master's continuous picking of children?The eldest brother is like a father, and the second brother is like a mother?No matter how you look at the movie's slogan, it's a bit strange...

Feng Zhangjun: The show is about to start, so bring your 3D glasses.Here, popcorn!

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