Raiders White Moonlight Master

The fire trees and silver flowers clearly illuminated the upturned faces in front of the Heguang Hall. The banquet guests communicated with each other, and those with high status talked about where the next Immortal League Conference will be held. In a ball.

Shan Yuan glanced lightly at the two people who were a few steps away, and calmly withdrew his gaze.

The female cultivator who was speaking noticed that someone was looking at her, so she quickly pushed away the male cultivator who was leaning on her shoulders, and scolded: "I tell you to stay away from me."

The man raised his hands slightly, begging for mercy: "Good junior sister, so what if you see it? At worst, the senior brother is responsible, and I will marry you in."

"It's a beautiful idea!"

At that time, the moonlight was like water, and a round of bright moon was slightly dimmed under the continuous fireworks.The little boy squeezed out of the crowd and grabbed Shan Yuan's sleeve from behind, "Good-looking uncle, my aunt is missing, can you take me to find her?"

As far as the eye can see, the boy is shorter than the lion cat, about two or three years old.I don't know which pair of parents are so big-hearted, leaving the youngest son alone in the crowd, Shan Yuan turned his face and spoke kindly, "What's your mother's name?"

"Song, Song Liuyan, father's name is Nangong Ling."

The little guy seemed unaware of strangers, and even answered questions that Shan Yuan didn't ask quickly.Thinking that this child is Song Liuyan's son, Shan Yuan smiled and said, "Why did you find me when we met for the first time?" He pointed to Bai Chang who was standing side by side with Nangong Luo, "Your mother and he are brothers and sisters of the same school. You should look for him."

"No," the child shook his head resolutely, "Aniang said that Senior Master Bai wants to date someone, so don't disturb me casually."

Shan Yuan: "...Okay, I'll take you to find it."

Leaving the crowd with big hands and small hands, Shan Yuan could find out Song Liuyan's location with his spiritual sense without asking anyone.He stopped at the door of a teacher's room, put his hands on the little boy's shoulder blades, and pushed slightly, "Your mother and father are inside, go quickly."

"Yeah, thank you for the good-looking uncle."

The candles in the house danced, casting irregular shadows on the trees through the window paper, Song Liuyan heard the noise, and said as he walked, "Who is outside?"

"Auntie, it's me! Someone..." The little boy turned his head, his back was empty, and he couldn't help wondering: "The strange uncle was still there just now."

The entire mountaintop of Lieyan Peak was shrouded in bright fireworks, and Shan Yuan had already stepped out of the range of Lingyun Mountain in the blink of an eye, his black robe perfectly blending into the night, and he was heading north.

The sound transmission technique sent his voice across the mountains to the palace where the head teacher lived, "The mountains are high and the rivers are long, see you by fate."

When Shan Yuan came, he was alone, but when he left, he was free and easy.The Lingyun Sect tonight was full of people, but no matter how lively it was, it did not belong to Shan Yuan.Following the established track, he came out of the first sect of the fairy sect. When the moon was in the sky, he became interested. He found a big tree in the mountains and wild forests, stretched his sleeves lightly, and lay down on it.

Shen Baixing's blessing, 100 years of time, and the identity of Qilin's successor, Shan Yuan has already explored the road to sanctification.Immortals don't need to sleep, but every time dusk falls, Shan Yuan will close his eyes on time.The reason for doing this is because Shan Yuan is enjoying the taste of sleep.

The first ray of dawn fell on the thick black eyelashes, Shan Yuan was lying on his side, resting his arms on his pillow, motionless, even though he was already awake.Birds go out for food and flap their wings, insects crawl slowly in the soil and grass, and blue smoke rises from the distant cottages, like a huge picture scroll that is so precise and terrifying, it spreads in Shan Yuan's mind exactly.

When the sun was high, Shan Yuan slowly opened his eyes, but there was no sleepiness in them.The hair band scratched his skin lightly with the wind, Shan Yuan turned over, put his long legs on the tree branch, and said to himself: "Xiaobai, it's really nice to sleep late, no wonder you like it."

If someone observes carefully, he will find that his living habits are gradually approaching Shen Baixing.Perhaps in Shan Yuan's subconscious mind, when the master is gone, he recalls the past over and over again, his behavior is influenced by his thoughts, and by virtue of his words and deeds similar to another person, he can slightly make up for the emptiness of his soul.

With a little tiptoe, Shan Yuan disappeared into the branches, running towards Xuandu against the wind.

Cangxuan Kingdom is still there, people come and go in Xuandu City, the original Hou's Mansion has been repaired and expanded, and now there is a plaque of King Jing's Mansion.Shan Yuan doesn't remember much about the memories of joining the army, but he only thinks about the biting coldness of splashing water in winter.He came to the place where he met Shen Baixing for the first time, but he saw that the inn was dilapidated, weeds grew up to thigh height, and the trees were green.

With a wave of Shan Yuan's hand, a flash of inspiration flashed, and according to his idea, he built an inn that was exactly the same as it was more than 100 years ago.On the second day, he went to Xuandu City to recruit staff and rested in a teahouse.

Ever since the abyss was quiet, the weather in Cangxuan Kingdom has been smooth, and the surrounding small countries dare not touch its edge, and have been low-key and small.The annual event of envoys paying tribute has become a well-known and lively event in Xuandu City.On this day, people can see people from outside the customs with different hair colors, eye colors, costumes, and languages ​​appearing on the main street leading to the imperial city.

People crowded on both sides and stretched their necks to watch, and the passing envoys waved their hands with smiles on their faces.At the feet of the Son of Heaven, the Imperial Forest Army was ready to go, and no one would have thought that they would suddenly attack.

The sunlight shining on the unsheathed blade was extremely white, and a trace of demonic energy lingered on it.Shan Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids, sitting by the window with a teacup in his hand, the presence of the old god seemed to transcend the mundane world.

Ordinary people are naturally no match for the demons, but not all the people guarding the imperial city are ordinary people.The current emperor has a good relationship with the world of cultivating immortals. In order to avoid the situation of being unable to resist the invasion of demons, he specially sent a post to Xianmen, inviting monks to be his guests.Because the treatment offered by the emperor was very attractive, monks generally would not let go of this opportunity to make money, since they were not long-term workers anyway.

Just like now, the monks who were usually invisible suddenly appeared, subduing the little demons who were in trouble.The demons who succeeded in seizing the house were taken into the magic weapon. Shan Yuan looked at the Huanhua Sect nun under the teahouse, having nothing to do, and tested his luck for them.

The female cultivator's luck is really common, and just when Shan Yuan was about to misunderstand, a wave of fluctuations came from the vast sky.

At first, Shan Yuan didn't care, but when the fluctuations became bigger and bigger, Shenzhou's luck also declined. Seeing that it was going to exceed the normal range, Shan Yuan no longer sat idly by.He closed his eyes, and the bustling capital instantly shrank into a dot in the sea of ​​consciousness. The face of the earth was carved into a different world, and countless red lines rose from it, which represented luck.

Shan Yuan looked down at Shenzhou and found that the reduction of luck was not irregular.Just like the Xuandu City he was in just now, where the dragon veins are located, the luck is naturally luxuriant, but the place near the ghost world is thin.At a glance, the red silk thread is as dense as a crimson cloud, and it is gradually decreasing. However, the originally thin boundary between humans and ghosts has not been weakened at all.

Shan Yuan wanted to find out what was causing the disturbance. He thought it would be smooth sailing with his strong cultivation, but when his spiritual power penetrated in, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no sound at all.He tried many times, even changing the strength of the output of spiritual power, but the thing that absorbs luck is like a ball of cotton, absorbing all the temptations into the body.

Shan Yuan: "..." What?His spiritual power also eats.

Simply, this thing knows how to absorb it to a certain extent. Once the luck in a place becomes dangerous, he will change places immediately, without taking a nap.Although this kind of behavior would not cause any harm to Shenzhou, it left Shan Yuan with a mess of doubts.

He called to Heaven: "In the world, is there anyone with more mana than me?"

"No."

"Then why can't I find out the true nature of this thing?" Shan Yuan pointed to the big dot in the sea of ​​consciousness, which symbolized the city of Xuandu, and saw that the color of luck that shrouded it had become lighter.

A cloud of qi squeezed back and forth in Taixu, and gave an answer: "I don't know."

Shan Yuan doubted: "Ignore you before you take revenge on me."

Tiandao: "...I am a symbol of the operation of natural rules, and I do not possess human emotions."

Shan Yuan: "Lie, you are angry right now."

Tiandao: "..." slipped away.

Afterwards, no matter how Shan Yuan communicated, Tiandao was like a dead man, silent and strictly carried out his revenge on Shan Yuan.

No one answered the questions, and he couldn't find out by himself, Shan Yuan had no choice but to give up.He stayed in the inn outside Xuandu City for a year, imitating his master to keep cats. Unfortunately, not long after, the lion cat, who heard the news from nowhere, ran out of Lingyun Mountain angrily and killed the outskirts of the capital.

That night, the tiles on the roof of the inn rattled, and the shrill cat meows became louder and louder, which scared Ye Ye's clerk almost fainted.The lion cat is like a lightning bolt. It tramples the kitten that Shan Yuan just raised under its feet, and flaunts its power to the cat owner. It is very arrogant: "Look, I am still the best."

Shan Yuan said indifferently: "So?"

"So you shouldn't have other cats, you should have me."

"You have taken shape."

The lion cat waved its white fluffy paws, and said with a deflated mouth: "I am Xiaobai's orphan, you can't just throw it away."

Shan Yuan: "... I think you don't want to study, you want to stay in the inn and wait for death."

Lion cat said in his heart that he was very right.

"No wonder it takes hundreds of years to change shape, trash snack."

As long as you don't drive the cat away, the lion cat's heart is as big as a basin, and after a few months of living in the world, Shan Yuan takes it to the heaven of rebirth.

In Kunlun Mountains, where stones can become fine, lion cats are as happy as gods. They only dare to climb trees to dig out bird nests and dare not go down to the lake to fish.He spends very little time cultivating every day, but his cultivation has grown much faster than in Lingyun Mountain.After all, even if he didn't take the initiative to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the spiritual power of the past life would also actively enter the lion cat's body.

Since that day, he felt that something was absorbing the luck of Shenzhou, and Shan Yuan would notice the appearance of the other party every few years, with a frequency of about ten years.

Today, that thing appeared again, very close to Kunlun Mountain. According to Shan Yuan's calculations, this is the tenth time he appeared.

It's just that this time it's a little different from the past, he sucked enough luck, and actually condensed a finger-sized white.That thing lay lightly on the crimson cloud, like a ball of extremely soft cotton, rolling slightly from side to side.Shan Yuan stretched out his index finger and pointed it up, "Cotton Buff" turned over and did not move, and when his finger was about to leave, he rubbed his bulging body against Shan Yuan.

If it wasn't for his eyesight, Shan Yuan would think that "Mian Xu" is a baby that has shrunk countless times, and he is acting like a baby to him.

Taixu, Tiandao's moving body stopped, and the whole mass of energy looked towards the position of Xiang Shengtian.

"Meow!" On a high branch, the lion cat was sleeping soundly, when something neither soft nor hard suddenly hit its head.He stared at it, and found that it was a small green fruit blown by the wind and hit his forehead.

The small fruit exudes a strange and charming fragrance, and the lion cat can't help swallowing. He looked at the closed door, raised his head and put his nose against the fruit, "It smells so good, I really want to eat it."

The lion cat licked it with its tongue, and Xiao Guozi trembled as if frightened.The lion cat immediately shut up, stared at the fruit with round eyes and remained motionless. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the little fruit was cute, and he couldn't put his mouth down.

He decided that he would not eat the fruit.

The lion cat got up and was about to go down the tree. At this moment, a bird called from behind.The bright eyes of the colorful birds are aimed at the freshly baked green fruit.

The lion cat yelled badly, jumped three feet high, and flew the birds away.Who dares to eat what his cat likes? !

It's a pity that the fruit is really attractive to the birds, so they hovered beside them and refused to leave.The lion cat let out a deep growl from its throat, and Bai Maomao scratched vigorously in the direction of the bird with its paws, "Chi! Chi Chi!"

"Chirp—!"

A large flock of birds smelled the fruity fragrance rolling in from the sky, and the lion cat's scalp felt numb just looking at the number, and shouted at the Yaoguang Temple: "Shan Yuan! Escort!"

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