After reconciliation with Jianzun

After another day, he finally arrived safely at Xushui Island where Xuanjian Pavilion was stationed.

Many large state cities do not allow monks to pass through the air, and the same is true for Xushuizhou.

Xuanjian Pavilion had received the news a long time ago. As soon as Feizhou put him at the gate of Xushuizhou City, a monk in a green coat quickly greeted him.

"This is the new liaison envoy sent by Xianmeng!"

He saluted to the monk: "The leaves are falling."

The monk took out a token and handed it over: "Yao Wu. Fellow Daoist Ye, this is the token of the Xuanjian Pavilion. I was sent by the pavilion master to pick you up."

He took the token, handed it back after checking it was correct, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yao."

Yao Wu should be a medical practitioner, and there was a faint smell of medicine on his body. The smell was not offensive, and it even smelled good, which made people feel refreshed.

"Ye Daoyou, there is still a distance from Xushui Island to Xuanjian Pavilion. When we get there, the gate of the sect should be closed. Why don't I lead Ye Daoyou for a stroll in Xushui Island, and then enter the pavilion at dawn?"

There is a rule of one school and another school of rules. When he came, he was attacked by Qingniao Village on the road, and he was delayed for some time. Now that the night is dark, it is really not suitable to go to the pavilion to disturb him.

So he responded: "Everything is arranged by Fellow Daoist Yao."

Mu Yongge assigned him the duty of guarding him to arrive safely, and now he has arrived at Xushui Island in the boundary of Xuanjian Pavilion, and Yao Wu is there to meet him. Seeing this, the leader of the guard bowed his hands and bid him farewell.

He thought that it would be better to rest in the city for one night since he had worked hard all the way, but the guards were well-trained and didn't want to delay, so he didn't force it.

Ye Zhili originally thought that the people of Xuanjian Pavilion were not only blue-faced and fang-like, but also vicious, and Yao Wu was gentle and hospitable, which was quite different from what he had imagined.

Talking and laughing, the two walked to the largest restaurant in the city. Yao Wu, as the host, also ordered a table of delicious dishes.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, try it quickly, it's a specialty of our Xushuizhou."

Cultivators don’t eat food from ordinary people. It contains too many impurities, and it takes more time to eliminate them. However, the dishes Yao Wu invited are all made of spiritual materials, which are not only free of impurities, but also beneficial to cultivation. , the price is needless to say.

"Let Fellow Daoist Yao spend money."

"Where is the fellow Daoist Ye? Since you have come to our Xuanjian Pavilion, then we are brothers."

Ye Zhili once again looked at Yao Wu indiscriminately.

If it was someone else like this, he might not have thought about it, but Yao Wu is from Xuanjian Pavilion, if he is really so kind on the surface, how can there be terrible rumors?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Yao Wu picked up the jug and wanted to pour him wine, but he raised his hand to stop him.

He filled himself with a cup of tea and drank it down, with a guilty expression on his face: "Ms. Ye is too light to drink, and I have business to do tomorrow, so I will make up for fellow Taoist Yao with tea instead of wine, and I will definitely have a good drink with fellow Taoist Yao someday!"

In fact, he doesn't know how much alcohol is in his body, but in his previous life, in order to control Sheng Jian's drinking and lead by example, he has never drank alcohol after marriage, and he has formed a habit long ago.

Yao Wu glanced at Ye Zhili suspiciously, and slapped his thigh for the last time: "Hey, it's Yao who didn't think carefully. Fellow Daoist Ye, I know there are some rumors about Xuanjian Pavilion in the cultivation world, don't worry, it's purely It's nothing but nonsense!

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Our Xuanjian Pavilion is honest and kind, united and friendly!"

Ye Zhili thought of the two senior brothers in Xianmeng who hadn't recovered yet, raised the corners of his mouth, and forced to agree.

Yao Wuming probably also knew that his words were not very convincing, so he rolled his dark eyes and explained in a different direction: "You Daoist Ye, you know the half-Buddha sage, right? He is also from our Xuanjian Pavilion! "

The name of a half-Buddha saint is much more credible than the string of remarks just now, Ye Zhili's eyes lit up instantly.

He had heard related legends when he first came into contact with cultivation, and for a long time, he regarded the half-Buddha sage as his target of pursuit.

Half-Buddhist Saints are just like their name, they are Buddhist cultivators, their true cultivation level is unfathomable, and their names are even more untestable.

But whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, as long as they have come into contact with this saint, they will speak highly of him. What kind of Bodhisattva heart, the reincarnation of the Buddha, are full of praise.

It's just that the half-Buddha sage has been fighting near the major cracks, which is equivalent to the front line of the battle with demons, and the Liuluomen is far away from the cracks. Ye Zhili has never seen the true face of the half-Buddha sage.

Unexpectedly, the half-Buddha sage is actually in the Xuanjian Pavilion now!

"Fellow Daoist Yao is serious?"

Yao Wu waved his hand: "Oh, why am I lying to you? When you come to the pavilion with me tomorrow, I will ask him to come out and give you a lecture. He is easy to talk to."

Ye Zhili nodded hastily: "Thanks for the recommendation from fellow Taoist Yao."

Yao Wu: "We will be brothers from now on, don't be so estranged, if you don't mind Ye Daoyou, just call me Yao Wu."

Ye Zhili is as good as a follower: "Brother Wu! Brother Wu, just call me Little Ye Zi from now on!"

Friends who had a good relationship with Ye Zhili in his previous life would occasionally call him Xiao Ye Zi, but he didn't expect that once he traveled through time, his name would become Ye Zi, so he would just use his old nickname.

Yao Wu: "Okay, okay! Thanks to Xiao Yezi, I will have a few more drinks with you as an older brother!"

The two were enjoying themselves, when the door of the box was knocked suddenly from outside.

The person who came was one of Yao Wu's subordinates, and walked quickly to Yao Wu's ear and whispered.

Ye Zhili saw that Yao Wu's expression changed from displeased at being interrupted to serious, and he knew it in his heart: "If Brother Wu has anything to do, go get busy."

Yao Wu hesitated: "But..."

Ye Zhili: "I think this Ruins Water Isle is quite safe, Brother Wu, don't worry, I'm such a big person, I can't lose it."

Yao Wu sighed and patted his thigh, with regret on his face: "Okay, this time I didn't entertain well, when I return to the pavilion tomorrow, brother, I will definitely host a banquet to make up for you.

"By the way, I've booked your place for you. Just follow this street to the end and turn right. The shopkeeper will keep the lights on for you."

Ye Zhili saw the anxious expression on the subordinate's face, and hurriedly said: "I remember, you go quickly, don't miss the business."

After Yao Wu left, he looked at the closed door, and the joy of calling him brother and brother just now gradually faded.

This important thing happened so suddenly and obviously...

He shook his head, and he didn't stay in the store for long, the night was getting more dangerous, it was better to leave early.

Xushuizhou is located in a remote place, and even the night is much darker than Xianmeng.

The further he walked, the farther away he was from the restaurant, and when he turned around, the bustling three-story building was no longer real, it was hazy, and it didn't seem to be in the human world.

A thick dark cloud covered the moon, which was originally like a bud, and the wind passed through the alley. The last lamp at the end of the street trembled in response to the whistling sound, and soon it was no longer visible.

The joyous mood during the banquet with Yao Wu faded away, and he walked alone in the dark, thinking of several legends about Xuanjian Pavilion again.

For example, the reason why Xuanjian Pavilion is said to be built on the Yellow Spring is because someone nearby saw the scene of black and white impermanence catching the evil spirits of the Yellow Spring.

Either a ghost cultivator, or a simple, evil ghost.

The sound of the wind howled, like the mourning of wild animals.

Just as Ye Zhili stepped out of the corner, the monk's instinct made him defensive, and he quickly drew his sword to block his side. With a crisp sound, the saber broke in two, and the tip of the sword flew past his cheek.

Just this moment, he knew that he was no match for the comer, and immediately flew back.

However, the cultivation level of the person who came was unknown, so he moved behind him almost instantly.

The thick dark cloud finally drifted over the top of the head, and the dim moonlight sprinkled into the city again.

Ye Zhili barely stopped, turned around on the spot and held the remaining half-cut sword in front of his chest.

The next moment his pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost cried out.

The face of the visitor was wearing a mask, which looked like a doll with New Year pictures posted during the Chinese New Year. His face was much larger than ordinary ones, and there was a bright blush painted on it. Under the reflection of the long sword in his hand, there was a cold light.

When he turned around, the comer's saber had moved from behind to in front of him, but it hadn't been unsheathed yet, and was only in an attacking posture.

He quickly calmed down, turned his left hand down, and a magic weapon slipped from his cuff into his hand, ready to make a move at any time.

However, at the next moment, both of them stopped moving.

Ye Zhili looked suspiciously at the person's scabbard, feeling that it looked very familiar.

Isn't this the scabbard he forged for Sheng Jian back then? !

He knows his level well. If Sheng Jian uses his refined sword to slay demons and demons, he probably won't be able to make a few moves, but the sword will be broken because he can't bear the spiritual power. He wants to train Sheng Jian to use a usable sword. He still has to practice for decades.

But the scabbard is much easier. He only needs to select a few suitable treasures according to the characteristics of the swords commonly used by Sheng Jian, and then use spiritual power to assist them, and finally put them on the magic circle.

There are quite a few people who specially find someone to refine the scabbard, but Shengjian only knows how to use swords, and he is not good at Liu Luomen. He is self-taught in refining weapons and magic circles. There is only his family in the world.He would never admit that he was wrong, the scabbard of the man in front of him was the one he made for Sheng Jian back then.

But why did this thing appear here?

Ye Zhili blurted out: "Where did you get the scabbard?!"

The person who came turned his head slightly to the side, as if looking down, and said slowly: "Made by the insider."

That voice was just like this dark night, cold and calm, no surprise from landslides, everything is not happy.

Ye Zhili was stunned on the spot, this was clearly Sheng Jian!

No, isn't Sheng Jian supposed to sit and guard the Liuluomen? Why would he pretend to be a ghost here to scare people?

He subconsciously wanted to ask a question, and then thought that the two had reconciled, and he had become a "leaf" of the Immortal League, so he changed his words: "Brother, you and I have no grievances or enmity, I don't know what this is for?"

Sheng Jian seemed to think about it for a while: "Rob."

Ye Zhili: "?"

Sheng Jian added: "Lack of money."

Ye Zhili: "??"

How could the dignified Sword Master Yuanheng be reduced to such a state!What about six Romans?Are you extinct?

What happened in the 20 years since I died?

Sheng Jian raised his saber slightly: "Do you recognize it?"

Ye Zhili shook his head and denied, "I don't recognize it, I just think it looks good."

Following his movements, a string of blood beads oozed from the cut on his cheek caused by the broken sword, and the dazzling red color quickly slid off his fair skin, dripping down his chin on his right arm holding the sword, and a few small flowers fainted. blood flower.

Sheng Jian's heart moved, probably thinking of something, the hand holding the sword couldn't help tightening, but his tone was still calm: "Your face is hurt."

Ye Zhili stretched out his hand to touch it, and couldn't help hissing slightly.

Didn't you hit it?