After reconciliation with Jianzun

The previous Xuanjian Pavilion liaison envoy returned to the Immortal League without authorization, and the work in hand had not been handed over. Ye Zhili could go and find him, and if he could get more information, the probability of safety would be even higher.

He straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, and the original owner's appearance was somewhat similar to his, except that the eyebrows were more gentle than before, and he seemed to have a half-smile when he was not smiling, which made people feel very comfortable.

He was just about to leave to ask Shi Bin where his previous liaison envoy was, when he found him himself.

Most cultivators can't tell their real age with their naked eyes. Judging from their appearance alone, this liaison envoy who wants to go back to his hometown to get married is considered a young man, but his figure is too thin and his face is full of dejection, as if he just crawled out of a tomb.

"Junior Brother Ye, how are you doing?"

"Brother Lao misses me, everything is fine, please come in, brother."

When Ye Zhili welcomed him in, he subconsciously wanted to make tea to treat the guests, but he searched and found not even half a tea leaf.

It turns out that the disciples of the Immortal League's outer sect are also living in a difficult situation.

"Junior Brother Ye, don't bother, just drink water." Mu Yongge saw his embarrassment, and took the initiative to help him out, and after struggling for a while, he still asked, "I heard that you jumped into the lake because you didn't want to go to Xuanjian Pavilion gone?"

Forced by reality, Ye Zhili only poured two glasses of plain water, which were still cold.

"Brother misunderstood, I was just slipping today..."

Mu Yongge gave him a bitter look, obviously not believing it.

Ye Zhili was afraid that Mu Yongge would cry at him like Shi Bin, so he spoke first: "Brother, let's hand over the affairs of Xuanjian Pavilion? If it is convenient, can you tell me more about the affairs of Xuanjian Pavilion? "

Mu Yongge only thought that he had resigned to his fate, sighed heavily, didn't say anything more, and explained the truth dutifully.

"The rift first appeared a hundred years ago, and the monks moved spontaneously to protect the world, or formed gangs near the rift.

"Xuanjian Pavilion was established spontaneously by a group of casual cultivators. The level of the pavilion is not clear, and the cohesion is strong. It has not been restricted by the Immortal Alliance for a hundred years, so the internal situation is not clear.

"I'm ashamed to say that I only stayed in Xuanjian Pavilion for seven days before returning, and I don't know much about it. But I heard a rumor in Xuanjian Pavilion——Xuanjian Pavilion was built on the underworld."

Mu Yongge felt ashamed, if he hadn't run away before the battle, how could the mission of Xuanjian Pavilion's liaison envoy fall on such a junior from the outer sect, and even scared the junior into the lake.

There is an order from the Immortal League, although the disciples in the alliance should take killing demons and demons and protecting the world as their own responsibility, but they must also take their lives as the most important thing, the world exists only when people exist.

Ye Zhili heard this edict 20 years ago, and now there is no battle with the demons, it is not considered a critical moment, Mu Yongge can't stand the Xuanjian Pavilion and flees back to the Immortal League, although there will definitely be punishment, it is more difficult Life is strong.

What's more, the original owner himself was going to take the foreign dispatch audit, no matter how he blamed it, he couldn't blame Mu Yongge.

Ye Zhili smiled and said, "Senior Brother Mu, don't worry about it. I already thought about today when I went to take the exam."

Mu Yongge took a step forward and stuffed a storage bag to him: "Junior brother, your cultivation level is still low, and the journey is dangerous. I will send someone to escort you all the way. You take these magic weapons and elixirs in case of emergencies." need."

Ye Zhili quickly refused: "How can this be done!"

Mu Yongge lifted his foot and walked out: "You just take it, and treat it as the wish of the senior brother. When I get married with your senior sister, I must come back and follow the gift!"

Ye Zhili didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he finally accepted the kindness.

He followed Sheng Jian in his previous life, not to mention his cultivation, but his knowledge is not shallow. After Mu Yongge left, he used his spiritual sense to explore the storage bag.

Shiquan Dabu Pills.

Emergency life extension pill.

Bone and Muscle Cream.

Put dead medicine in place.

Ye Zhili: "..."

Senior brother really bothered me.

Ye Zhili has long heard that although Xianmeng is divided into inner and outer sect disciples, the biggest difference lies in the techniques that can be learned and several practice rooms. Much less.

Now an inner disciple of Mu Yongge would give him something for such an event, it can be seen that the rumors are true, the atmosphere in the alliance is really good.

He had never been to Xianmeng in his previous life.

As a generation of sword masters, Sheng Jian sits guarding Liuluomen and protects the peace of the people in Liuluomen. At that time, demons were rampant, and the two had no time to wander elsewhere.

Now that he was reborn and in the alliance, he was inevitably curious.

It is said that there is a long street in the Xianmeng, and the disciples in the alliance can set up a small stall on the street to exchange their useless magic weapon pills, or sell them into spirit stones.

It's midnight when the curfew is, and it's still early, so he's going to take a look around.

There was just a rain in the afternoon, and the sky was clear at night, and the moon was bright for thousands of miles. It was probably the battle with the demons, and everywhere was thriving.

After Ye Zhili asked a senior sister for directions, he thought as he walked. When he just woke up, he heard someone say that the doctor had saved a lifeless person. Coupled with the stiffness of his limbs, the original owner was probably dead. Only then did his ghost settle in.

But he never had such an idea, not to mention it has been 20 years, how could he be reborn in an outer disciple of the Immortal League?

He just walked for half a stick of incense in such a casual way, and the long street finally appeared in front of him.

Just looking at it from a distance, you can feel the bustling, and you can feel how lively it will be when you enter the street. There are all kinds of goods for sale. If it is not for the goods on the stalls, you may think that you have come to some market in the world.

so good.

This is what a cultivation sect should look like!He should have left Liuluomen and joined the Xianmeng long ago!

Under the lantern not far ahead, several young disciples gathered in a circle, crowded and the atmosphere was very warm.

After all, it was nothing, Ye Zhili moved over.

"Walk around and take a look, old dealer, fair and just!"

Hey, this is a bet!

He was born to love to play, and when he saw this, he squeezed forward, his smiling eyes reflected the lights all over the street, and he was astonishingly beautiful: "What is this betting on?"

The elder brother sitting in the villa was a little bit older, he was stunned for a moment because of the good looks, and then quickly reacted, explaining: "I bet on whether the outer disciple named Ye Zi can come back from Xuanjian Pavilion alive."

Ye Zhili: "..."

Someone next to him coughed softly, and Ye Zhili turned his head to see that it was the doctor who "rescued" him during the day: "Junior Brother Ye, why are you here?"

The people around the gaming table were instantly in awe, and the sympathy in their eyes was almost overflowing.

Since you are so sympathetic, why should you bet here!

As long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Ye Zhili tried his best to maintain his demeanor, and said with a kind smile: "I originally wanted to come out to join in the fun."

But I didn't expect that the excitement was actually me.

Before leaving, Shi Bin set a table of simple wine for Ye Zhili, saying that he would practice it for him, and Mu Yongge wanted to send someone to escort him to Xuanjian Pavilion safely, so he also came.

Shi Bin almost burst into tears on the spot, but Ye Zhili finally held him down, he didn't have much time to comfort him, Mu Yongge came back too suddenly, he had to go to Xuanjian Pavilion quickly to avoid any trouble.

This trip was regarded as a business trip, and the chief manager of the liaison envoy even gave him a flying boat considering that he was an outer disciple and probably didn't have a lot of money.

Space in the flying boat is limited, but there are a total of six people in this line including the guards, which just fits.

Ye Zhili suspected that the chief manager had been settled long ago.

Even with the flying magic weapon, it still takes a few days to get to Xuanjian Pavilion.

For the dead Ye Zhili, 20 years is just a blink of an eye. The sky is still the same as before. It is beautiful, but it gets cold when it flies high.

He hid in the cabin and checked his physical fitness again, and began to want to check if he had any blood relationship with the original owner.

It's just that they look alike, but the level of meridians is also half a catty.

The original owner is a sword cultivator, it is clear from the original owner's level of cultivation, and his comprehension in the way of swordsmanship is also not much different from his own.

Sheng Jian is the master of swords, and he learned swords from his side for a while.

After Sheng Jian had taught him for a few days, he tactfully persuaded him: the ruler is long and the inch is short.

Fortunately, although he was unable to achieve any achievement in the way of swords due to objective reasons, he has a very high comprehension in training weapons and formations. He practiced Sheng Jian's scabbard, and he also engraved it on the outer robes he often wears. Formed a defensive formation.

He doesn't have a stove at hand now, but he bought some materials for formations on Xianmeng Long Street, and he can still draw magic formations in the past few days on the flying boat.

Xuanjian Pavilion is full of dangers, he has to prepare early.

But Ye Zhili did not expect that before he entered the Xuanjian Pavilion, the accident would come first.

He had been busy in the cabin for a few days, and was about to come out to get some air. It was getting dark outside, and the sun was hanging in the distance like a salted egg yolk that failed to be marinated. He wrapped his clothes tightly and moved closer to a tall guard to think Chat for a while.

"This big brother..."

Before he finished speaking, the eldest brother stood up with the knife in hand.

Ye Zhili was shocked. In his previous life, he was disgusted by others in Liuluomen because of Shengjian, but what happened in this life!

Immediately afterwards, the other guards also took a defensive posture in unison. Ye Zhili followed the eyes of several people, and there were many small black spots approaching the flying boat not far away.

The leader of the guards shouted: "Stop advancing! Be alert!"

It's just that they stopped, but the little black dots didn't stop. After getting closer, Ye Zhili finally saw what kind of little black dots they were, and they were clearly all human beings.

There were about twenty of them, all masked and holding knives. The guards sent by Mu Yongge reacted quickly, and attacked the flying boat as soon as the masked men approached.

The cultivation base of these guards was not low, but they couldn't bear the crowd of the other party, so two fish that slipped through the net got on the flying boat.

The face of the masked man rushing in front was completely covered, leaving only a pair of eyeballs that almost broke out of their sockets. The eyeballs swept across the flying boat and locked onto Ye Zhili who was taking out something from the storage bag.

Seeing this, Ye Zhili didn't hesitate, and threw a porcelain cup in the face.

The masked man just thought he was doing useless resistance, and smashed the porcelain cup to pieces with a swing of the big knife. Unexpectedly, the small magic circle engraved on the porcelain cup covered his whole body, and he couldn't move immediately.

He did the same, throwing the porcelain cup at another masked man.

The other masked man saw the weirdness of his porcelain cup, so he didn't dare to split it, the porcelain cup hit the deck, and shot out a magic circle to cover him.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, he directly drew his sword and subdued them before they could break free.

After dealing with the two on the deck, he called out the flying sword again, and fought with the masked man together with the guards.

The masked people are all very skilled and there are a lot of them. If they rely solely on spells, the two sides will not know how long the stalemate will last, but Ye Zhili's endless small magic tools are really annoying and not very lethal, but they will always affect actions. Distraction.

The situation of the battle gradually turned to one side, and the remaining masked men saw that the situation was not good, and after a whistle, they all fell into the clouds.

The leader of the guard lifted the veil of a corpse on the flying boat, only to see a pattern of bird feathers tattooed on the other side's face.

"It's the Blue Bird Village."

Ye Zhili had never heard of this name: "Blue Bird Village?"

Guard leader: "The bandit force who likes to rob passing monks."

Ye Zhili was noncommittal, the masked man just got on the airship, instead of entering the cabin, he rushed straight at him, and the others retreated quickly when they found that they couldn't succeed, it was more like a temptation.

Just as he was thinking, the tall guard from before bumped his elbow lightly: "Hey, Mr. Ye, what did you smash just now?"

Ye Zhili took out a small porcelain cup: "It's a little gadget I'm free to tinker with. There are magic circles engraved on it, which can be used for self-defense."

The tall guard took the porcelain cup, held it up in front of the lamp and squinted at it: "It's very interesting, is there any more?"

Ye Zhili: "Yes, just wait."

He ran into the cabin and took out a big box, which contained chopsticks, cups, combs, brushes, everything in a mess.

"The road is too busy. I carved a bunch of them. If the elder brothers don't mind it, they can play with them."

Other guards also came over and played with the gadgets in the box.

The guard leader rubbed the pattern on the finger.

The subtleties are the most skillful, it’s not that there are magic circles engraved on small utensils, but the things Ye Zhili picked up can be seen everywhere, but the formations are engraved extremely secretly, if you don’t look carefully, you can’t find it at all, anyone who dares to go to the Xuanjian Pavilion Sure enough, there is a bit of skill.

The tall guard thought it was very interesting, and rummaged through the big box without looking up: "You have engraved so many."

Someone nearby said faintly: "After all, we are going to the Xuanjian Pavilion..."

Tall guard: "..."

Other guards: "..."

Ye Zhili: "..."

Don't remind him anymore!

Seeing the tall guard put the things in his hands back into the box, Ye Zhili rushed over, grabbed the things and stuffed them into the arms of the tall guard: "Brother, you must accept it, just treat it as a blessing for me." Already!"