Ancestor, your soy sauce bottle fell off

Shan Qingya was sitting in his room, with a cup of tea still steaming in front of him, and on the opposite side were his only three apprentices in the past 200 years. Before the last apprentice came out, they were indeed three.

There is only one reason for them to sit here: the opening of the Xingchen Fairy Market.

"Xingchen Xianxu..." Because of the strange rule that Xingchen Xianxu opens once every 100 years, only Shan Qingya has been here. Even if he is impatient to say so many words, he still takes on the important task of explaining, of course the object of his explanation It's just his three apprentices, and then these three people will tell others. In this way, his apprentices are much more miserable than him.

So the mood of someone who was inexplicably comforted suddenly improved a lot, at least he didn't release the low pressure anymore, "The Star Fairy Market is huge, but the place we are really going to is actually only a part of the center, and the rest..." Qing Ya frowned, and although he didn't say it, he still revealed a faint disdain, "But to go to the central place, we need to walk, cross the lake, and climb the mountain."

Jiang Qiyi and the others have all heard of this, so although they are dissatisfied with relying on their feet like ordinary people, they have no other way. They can only say that the seniors who built the Xingchen Fairy Market are too naughty.

The brainless fan of the creator of Zhen Xingchen Xianxu continued to speak expressionlessly, "You only need to move around the outermost part of the central part, don't try to be brave, the interior is not something you can challenge."

Although a certain person was imprisoned by Tian Yuanzi for 20 years because of "bravery", he still shamelessly warned his apprentice like this, even though he knew that this warning was useless to the protagonist.

"Master, won't you be with us?" Wei Lin lowered his head, his eyes were dim, and he looked sullen.

"Yeah." Shan Qingya nodded slightly, not knowing whether it was distress or apprehension, I hope that he is not present "normally" this time, and the plot can run "normally"!

"Master, are you going to go deeper?" Jiang Qiyi was bolder and luckier than the others because she followed Shan Qingya since she was a child, and she was able to pull out a little bit of more sexy things. Of course, this is one of the reasons why Wei Lin is more jealous of him. One, I knew Master much earlier than him or something.

"En." Although Shan Qingya was still concise, she still gave a relatively clear answer.

Wei Lin lowered his head, an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

"All in all, remember, when you come out, it represents Dao Dao Zong's face." With the last sentence left, Shan Qing Yapeng got up and went into the house without drinking tea.

As for the more detailed things, he has already recorded them and handed them over to the three of them, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

The remaining three people looked at each other and went out obediently.

And Wei Lin, who was not so good at heart, just entered his room and took out a jade tablet, "How long did you stay in the Falling Immortal Pond before your cultivation became stable?"

No one answered, and he didn't care. He put away the jade plaque and began to meditate. Until today, he felt that the gap between him and his master was really...too big.

It was so big that he couldn't help but want to reach the Nascent Soul Stage all of a sudden and cling to Master.Feeling the meager strength in his body that belongs to the early stage of Jindan, the blackness in Wei Lin's eyes gradually became thicker.

It is clear that... the demon has been born.

Shan Qingya didn't know that the protagonist's inner demons caused by the almost death of Bai Yueguang's sister had already surfaced at this moment. At this moment, he just looked at the lunatic in the water mirror very seriously, "So...you don't come gone?"

Feng Kuang's eyebrows and eyes became more and more wild, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled at this moment, "What? I haven't seen you for a long time, do you miss me?"

Shan Qingya glanced at him, expressionless, "You are really shameless."

Only in the face of Feng Kuang did his poisonous tongue come to the fore. Feng Kuang clearly knew this, and a sad expression appeared on his face at this moment, "You just treat me like this, who hasn't seen me for a long time?"

"So..." Shan Qingya showed a real smile this time, "Are you sure you want to change the subject like this?"

Feng Kuang's smile stagnated for a moment, he looked at the cold and mocking expression on the other side, and the expression on his face slowly subsided, "I haven't found it yet."

Shan Qingya was silent, looking at him: "It must be her?"

This isn't the first time he's asked, and of course there's a good chance it won't be the last.

Feng Kuang smiled and said nothing, but the determination in his eyes never diminished by half.

Shan Qingya sighed, "I have something here, about Huashen, I read it is not bad, come and get it when you have time."

Feng Kuang's expression suddenly became very complicated, "Okay."

Shan Qingya frowned, and before he had time to ask, Feng Kuang quickly said, "I still have something to do, I'll contact you later."

Looking at the suddenly shattered water mirror, Shan Qingya frowned even tighter, feeling that Feng Kuang had something to hide from him...

But soon he stopped thinking about it, besides what stupid things he did for Wen Puyu, he couldn't think of anything Feng Kuang could hide from him.

On the second day, Burying Immortal Island slowly showed its figure under the glow of the morning glow, revealing a lush exterior, which looked particularly harmless, but it was impossible to see from the outside how sinister it was inside.

Shan Qingya and the others are not in a hurry at this camp, they are still packing things slowly while other monks are rushing there, rather than saying that these young disciples are not excited at all, it is better to say that Shan Qingya can hold his breath, After all, it's not good for them to go in early. Not only is it tiring to squeeze in now, but it also looks particularly... stupid?

They will all be teleported to different places in the end, so what are they fighting for now?

Shan Qingya realized that he had finally encountered a question similar in difficulty to "Where do girls get their extraordinary fighting power in Double Eleven?"

Likewise, he couldn't think of an answer to this question.

When the things were almost packed, Shan Qingya flew over with his people. From a distance, the team of more than 200 people was quite spectacular.

"Will Mr. Liu Ya Dao go?"

As soon as he landed, Shan Qingya heard a familiar voice, looked up, and saw Shen Changliu's gentle smile, "Friend Shan Daoist."

Nodding coldly, although Shan Qingya has a good impression of this person's attitude towards formations, he doesn't like to deal with such a smooth person, although it is a bit regretful that he just missed out on his personality, which should be a good friend Alone, Shan Qingya didn't show any expression other than polite and cold on his face.

Shen Changliu didn't seem surprised, he smiled apologetically at him and turned his head back to the people around him, "Have you realized something, then you..."

Shan Qingya in the back can't hear it, he has already led people away.

According to the previous experience, they would need to walk for three months this time to get to the inner part of the Xingchen Fairy Market, that is to say, for... three months.

Shan Qingya looked at the disciples with swords behind him, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. In any case, the physical strength of sword cultivators is much better than that of Fa cultivators!

Shan Qingya, who was a half-time swordsman, looked at his body that had not been exercising for a long time, and felt very complicated in his heart. No wonder the master didn't want to let himself be a closed disciple, but continued to wander around the world looking for apprentices.It is almost impossible to have any great fortune in sword cultivation with one's own character, so master's swordsmanship can't just be lost like this, right?

"Let's go." It's useless to think too much, Shan Qingya set foot on the soft and slightly damp land with a large number of "strong" disciples behind him.

It is said that it will be teleported to different places at least three months later, which means that Shan Qingya needs to take such a group of "children" for three months...

Shan Qingya said: Let me be quiet.

The terrain of Xingchen Fairy Market is very "interesting". There are not only forests and lakes, but also snowy icebergs, deserts, and wastelands, covering almost all the characteristics of Yunxiao.

Now, they are walking through a forest. The tall trees that have been growing for many years look extremely dense, and the emerald green crowns almost block out the sun, with only a few rays of sunlight leaking out, and the air is full of humidity. Or the smell of decay.

The surrounding area is extremely quiet, or it can already be called dead silence. In such an environment, everyone is tense, but they relax slightly when they see the white figure in the front. After all, that is Qingya Daojun. With him around, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Shan Qingya led the way expressionlessly. He didn't know what kind of strange mood he was in at this moment, because this forest was the same as the road that his master took him back then. Crossed over again.

Shan Qingya, who once again "understood" the script, looked at the sky silently. Speaking of it, since it is a copy, there are naturally many tests, and this seemingly flawless forest is actually planted with many hallucinogenic herbs. He and the master walked out with almost no effort, after all, sometimes the pure body is really abusive to the author.

He was thinking about irrelevant things, but Shan Qingya's vigilance did not decrease at all. Since these people are now his responsibility, he has the responsibility and obligation to try his best to ensure their safety.

coming!

"Close your mouth and nose." As soon as she smelled the familiar sweet and greasy breath, Shan Qingya opened her mouth decisively, and at the same time threw a large handful of ice and fire talismans towards the place where the aroma came from. It seems that this kind of grass can emit such a strong aroma. Not a lot.

Not far away, flames shot up a foot high, but then disappeared quickly, and there was a faint burnt smell in the air.

Shan Qingya's brows and eyes were indifferent, "This is a hallucinogenic herb, the name is unknown, and it is afraid of fire."

So at this time, the benefits of being in a big sect are revealed. You can get the news that others have worked so hard to get and you can use it quickly. I don’t know how much advantage I took in this process. .Although for Shan Qingya, what he just said is... something he found out by himself, which is also the reason why he and Tian Yuanzi stayed here for a long time last time, the master and apprentice took turns. After ravaging all the herbs here, it was concluded that the herbs are afraid of flames.

Every "little white mouse" who is willing to devote himself is worthy of respect, although... Shan Qingya doesn't think that if these "little white mice" are conscious, they will be willing to find out how to kill the same kind quickly for this kind of thing—— sacrifice or something.