Town School Little Fox [Cultivation]

Lu'an sat at the highest point of the hall, and below stood two rows of solemn, rigid, respectful old men.

In fact, these "old men" are all his descendants.

As monks in the Dharma-ending era, no matter how talented the cultivators are, they will not be able to cultivate the realm of beauty.

No matter how lucky he was, he caught up with the last glory of the cultivation world, and with the help of his aura, he rushed to the stage of distraction in one fell swoop.To put it badly or badly, before he ascended, the Dharma-ending Era had arrived, and he was abandoned in the world of comprehension.

Among the group of monks who were also abandoned, he was not the strongest, but the youngest.

Those who are stronger than him, or even live longer than him, will die and go crazy.

On the contrary, he, who was content with the status quo, survived well and became the only living fossil left that witnessed that era.

However, after getting used to this kind of life, Lu'an enjoyed it quite a bit.

As the patriarch of the town sect, in order for him to protect the sect for a long time and protect Cangmi sect from standing at the top of all sects in the cultivation world forever, his disciples and grandchildren always try their best to show filial piety to ask him to care.

For example, the treasures collected from various secret ruins - although they cannot be used in this thin aura environment, they are also good as collections.

Or all kinds of miscellaneous jade slips and classics—the reason for sending them is the same as above.

In order to prevent him from becoming depressed and obsessed, he even gave some "gadgets" of ordinary people, and specially set up some signal towers to pass the time for him.

Lu'an is very interested in these.

Today is the time for disciples and grandchildren to make offerings—oh no, it's the time of the Zongmen General Assembly, and I don't know what new tricks those young disciples will have this year. For the sake of surprise, he is also willing to keep his spiritual sense.

The owner who looked more like an antique than him talked a lot of nonsense, and finally it was time to pay his respects.

Lu'an is well-behaved, especially like the ancestors of the Zhenpai.

The first disciple who came up to pay respects came in with a cropped cut and a large lacquer tray.

The lacquer tray was covered with a piece of cloth, I don't know what was in it, but from a long distance, Lu'an could smell a fragrance.

From the looks of it, it should be something delicious!

He watched his disciple walk to the center of the hall respectfully, said something in his mouth, slowly lifted the cloth with his hand, and then

"Drip...drip...drip..."

It rained outside not long ago, and even the dry well that had been abandoned for a long time was like a dead tree in spring, and a pool of small puddles had accumulated.

Unfortunately, the only resident inside was not satisfied.

The tick-tock sound of seepage water soaking into the wall of the well is non-stop. Although it sounds good to pass the time when you are free, it also disturbs people's dreams.

The dim light from the well mouth shone in slightly, and one could vaguely see something moving by the side of the small puddle. At the bottom of the uneven well, this movement rolled a wheel, and would roll under the shimmering light. .

Only then did I see clearly that what rolled over was a small broken pot.

It was also a beautiful object in my mind, although it has been a long time, but I can still see some nobility from the incomplete and exquisite patterns.

It's a pity that it falls in this dim place, but no one can appreciate it.

The pot was uncomfortable under the light, and it rolled around again, but failed to escape the light, and a long orange-red ear drooped from the mouth of the pot.

There is a hole pierced at the tip of the ear, and a simple ring hangs on it, shaking and shaking with the slight shaking of the ear.

After a while, a small orange-red palm-sized thing emerged from the broken jar. Its white-haired chin rested unabashedly on the edge of the broken jar, and a depressive look was visible on its face.

Lu'an was indeed very depressed. Anyone who managed to have a delicious dream but was woken up halfway would be as depressed as him.

He smashed his small mouth, recalling the taste in his dream, his expression became more depressed.

Why not let him eat it and then wake him up? !

Or, at least let him see what is on the plate!

What's wrong with seeing half of it?

The glutton in my stomach was hooked up, I was so hungry.

Not the hunger in the belly, but the emptiness in the spirit.

Lu'an jumped out of the small broken jar, his fluffy six tails swaying behind him.It took him a long time to get used to this kind of feeling on his butt.

Now he is already proficient in using it as a part of his body.

It can be seen how long he has suffered!

He's having a hard time, just wanting to see others have a hard time.It's better to go outside and see if there is any unlucky ghost who can give him a smile and make him happy.

Lu'an looked up, stepped on the wall of the dry well in twos and then turned into an orange light and flew out.

The dry well where Lu'an lives is deep in the cold palace of an imperial palace.The place is gloomy and deserted, except for ghosts, there are only some lunatics left.

However, the dry well was built on top of a spiritual cave, and it was a good place to practice, and Lu'an didn't dislike it.

The wind was blowing under his feet, and he ran fast.

Not long after, he left the boundary of the Lenggong and arrived at a magnificent place.

The imperial palace, a place of wealth and honor in the world, is extremely luxurious, and it is not uncommon for the buildings here to blind people's eyes.Moreover, this is also an area where stories frequently occur, and various dramas emerge one after another, so it is a good place to pass the time.

However, today was a little different from usual.

Stretch of white cloth was hung on the walls of those palaces. It seemed that someone died in the palace, and the dead person was a big shot.

Lu'an stopped, and continued to run forward, passing through a few palace alleys familiarly, and came to a huge palace.

The place is full of people, men kneeling in a pile, women kneeling in a pile, all wearing white clothes, separated by a long distance, but they are all crying out of breath.

It seems that the emperor is dead.

Lu'an walked slowly through the group of people, no one could see him.

When he walked to the front, he heard the young man in the pure black dragon robe say with a sad face: "The empress also followed the emperor Daxing."

Then, the cries of those men and women suddenly became louder.

Sure enough, the emperor died. He remembered that when he came out last time, the man in the dragon robe was an old man with a gray beard, but now he was a young man in his 20s.

Then, Lu'an's eyes turned and fell on the young boy next to the new emperor.

The young man was about eleven or twelve years old, even though his face was a bit haggard, he still looked handsome, but his swarthy eyes were dull.

I haven't seen you for two days, it's like a different person.

Yes, Lu'an knew that young boy, and even paid close attention to him.

In such a land dominated by mortals without spiritual roots, meeting a good seedling who can attract the lively aura, as the ancestor of the former town sect, and now the demon cultivator, Lu'an really couldn't help but pay attention.

He remembered that the child was seventeenth among the emperor's sons.

Moreover, he is the son of the queen, the only legitimate son in this palace.