Chapter 9 Holding back the wine

Long time no see, Hangzhou.

Xu Xian looked back on his journey and realized that Jinhua was far away, but the trip was not boring.

I checked the task bar first. Well, the task of Teacher Li's invitation has been completed, and the reward is nil. Why is it nil? Originally, the rewards should be in the travel expenses, but now they are all in the Ning family. However, the hidden task, Nie Xiaoqian's rescue, was triggered.

, I got a Qinghong Sword, a copy of the Fencing Picture of the Monkey King, and a female ghost. It was really a fruitful harvest, especially the ghost, which makes me burst into tears when I mention it!

Killing a few monsters without dropping any items gives you some experience.

What, you ask about killing ghosts and gaining experience?

Of course, isn't it that I have made a step forward in the "Xingxu Zhuan Xilu" that I have practiced? And I have also learned a new skill, the True Fire of the Sun! But I am still on the road of practicing the Qi Transformation God, and I have not even practiced the Yang God. Now

I can only barely call him a yin god.

Okay, this is not a game, Xu Xian said to himself with a wry smile. The two dangers of his life, especially the lively female ghost next to him, made him understand that this is not a game. However, if this is a beautiful girl game, now he

Doesn’t it count as having conquered the next beautiful girl? Bah, this is really not a game.

Xu Xian was thinking wildly as he stepped into the gate of Hangzhou City. Xiaoqian had already hidden herself in the piece of ancient jade, and followed the bustling crowd and went straight to Jingtian Academy.

Above the turbulent white clouds, if someone looks from here, Xu Xian's figure is like a drop of water blending into the crowd, not making any waves. This vast world of mortals is where people in the world go. Food, clothing, housing, transportation, sorrow and joy, laughter and anger.

, all in it.

Looking to the southwest, at the misty Shu Mountains, there is a place surrounded by peaks that look like the outline of a city. It is the Qingcheng Mountains, the most secluded place in the world. After removing the white clouds and mist entangled among the green peaks all year round, there is a quiet lake with floating water floating on the surface.

There is a layer of mist. In the clear and shallow part of the lake, a white chain is coiled around it, swallowing a white inner elixir.

Thick dark clouds suddenly rolled up in the sky, and they were so powerful that they arrived in an instant. At a time when there should never be thunder, there was a heavy thunder.

The blue thunder and purple lightning fell from the sky with fierce power, but it did not radiate electricity like ordinary lightning, but accurately hit the rising white inner elixir. But the thin layer of mist on Yuechi Lake was

It does not dissipate. The white mist of air keeps rising and gathers on the inner alchemy. Every time the thunder shines, it dissipates a little, but every time it dissipates, it immediately gathers again. The thunder resounds through the valley, with intermittent pauses at first, and then it becomes a continuous wave.

A piece of white mist. The gathering speed of the white mist is getting slower and slower.

Unknowingly, the dark clouds became lower and lower, but the thunder became sparser. Electric snakes were flying in the sea of ​​clouds, and thunder dragons were dancing. There was a dull sound, but it did not fall. The whole valley was trembling.

The white chain in the lake seems to have reached its last moment. The white mist is constantly churning, and the entire lake seems to be boiling, trembling and surging. The white mist is like a canopy on the inner alchemy.

For a moment, the world held its breath.

The valley was as dark as late night under the dark clouds, with only the occasional lightning falling from the clouds bringing fleeting light.

Suddenly, a ray of light pierced the sky and resounded throughout the world. The light blinded the eyes, and the sound made the ears deaf.

Only the humming and trembling sound echoed continuously.

In the lake, the mist has dissipated, but the inner elixir is shining with white light, and electric light is twining on it. The white chain in the water jumps out, swallowing the inner elixir into its belly.

This calamity was finally over. Even with her 1,700 years of hard training, she couldn't help but feel joyful in her heart. She swam back and forth in the water of Yuechi Lake. The stone pillars beside the lake shattered as soon as she swung her tail.

The grass and trees all over the body collapsed.

Winding up a huge stone pillar, she shed a layer of dragon robes with the help of her strength. When she jumped down from the stone pillar, a beautiful woman with no hair on her hair stood by the lake. There was still a faint smile on her face.

After taking care of myself, I feel even more satisfied with my slim body and smooth skin.

He waved his hand towards taking off the dragon robe, then turned around, and the soft white clothes danced with it, like a fairy in the undulating mist.

In fact, after 1,700 years of practice and overcoming many tribulations, she is only one step away from becoming an immortal.

With a pinch of her jade fingers, her beauty wrinkled slightly. She already knew that Nanhai Guanshiyin Bodhisattva would soon be superior to the Emei Golden Summit not far away. She was somewhat proud of the way of magic, and her face showed it.

A clear smile.

But how could she, who was smiling at this moment, understand that the person she was destined for was already standing by the West Lake, wondering how long she had been waiting.

After ten years of cultivation, they were able to cross the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, they were able to sleep together on the same pillow. So, after thousands of years of cultivation, did she expect happiness in the human world or doom on the path to immortality?

On the bank of the West Lake, in the Zhiyu Pavilion, the autumn sunshine was lazy. Xu Xian followed the sunshine and leaned lazily on the railing. Next to him, Nie Xiaoqian pointed at the scenery by the lake and laughed non-stop. There was still a hint of resentment.

.Although the scenery of the West Lake at this time is far less than that in spring and summer, Xiaoqian still feels excited after not seeing it for decades.

Xu Xian only felt a touch of peace and confidence in his heart. He could also give that woman such happiness!

He had a hunch that the person he was waiting for was not far away.

In Zhiyu Pavilion, Xiaoqian suddenly disappeared.

"Hanwen, why are you hiding here just after you came back?" came a clear voice.

Xu Xian turned around and saw Pan Yuzheng walking into the pavilion with a smile. Xiaoqian had already hidden somewhere.

"You've got half a day to spare." Xu Xian stretched out and said.

"You can steal half a day's leisure," Pan Yu muttered, and praised: "It's easy to pronounce words, and you can always get good sentences from Chinese!"

Xu Xian was stunned. He didn't expect that the proverb passed down orally from later generations would become a good saying here, but it was hard to blame everything on the Taoist priests, so he wanted to deal with it randomly.

Unexpectedly, Pan Yu blinked at him and said with a smile, "I understand, Taoist priest, Taoist priest." Her long eyelashes fluttered, and there seemed to be something called autumn waves in her eyes.

Xu Xian touched his nose and blushed slightly.

Pan Yu secretly laughed in her heart: Don't you know that you always squint when you lie? But of course she would not tell Xu Xian this.

There was silence in the pavilion for a moment, but the two of them did not feel embarrassed. Xu Xian touched the Qinghong Sword in his hand. The scabbard was simple in style, but there was nothing special about it. He pulled out the sword with a clatter, and the sword body shimmered with green light and trembled.

The sound is like the roar of a dragon.

Xu Xian stared at the green rainbow sword in his hand, and the sword reflected his pair of black eyes. The path pointed by Yan Chixia moved his heart even more than the path pointed by Yu Xuanji.

Looking around to kill people, not leaving even ten steps behind. Last night I was still a hundred miles away from the green mountains. Now I am in front of the Luoshui River. Going east without returning, drinking and singing, it is called romantic. Such a life, in the midnight dream of the previous life

At that time, he had also longed for it deeply. But in that world, it was impossible to realize it. But now, an opportunity was placed in front of him to realize this dream. How could he not be moved!

Pan Yu saw that Xu Xian's expression suddenly became serious, and there was a light in her eyes that made her feel unfamiliar. She had not known Xu Xian for much time, but she already felt very familiar. And Xu Xian's current expression was something she had never seen before.

——Cold and flying.

Pan Yu subconsciously wanted to interrupt Xu Xian's current state: "Where did the Hanwen sword come from?"

Xu Xian was just thinking about it. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He smiled and said, "It was given by someone else."

Pan Yu breathed a sigh of relief at the warm smile. Unknowingly, that smile was something she was familiar with, even cherished, and she didn't want to lose it easily.

"Green Rainbow Sword!" Only then did Pan Yu notice the sword in Xu Xian's hand, and immediately called out the sword's name.

Xu Xian handed the sword over and said, "Promise, take a look, it should be true!"

Pan Yu took it, looked at it carefully, and touched the sword's edge with his hand. He said strangely: "It's a genuine product, but this sword has been lost for a long time. How could it be in your hands in Hanwen?"

"It was a gift from someone else," Xu Xian said lazily.

"That man is so generous. I haven't heard you tell a story for a long time. Tell me what's going on." Pan Yu said, putting down his sword and sitting next to Xu Xian.

Xu Xian also felt that there was nothing worth concealing, so he only briefly mentioned the part about subduing demons in Lanruo Temple, and then told how he got to know Yan Chixia, how he learned the sword, and finally invited himself to learn swordsmanship in the mountains.

Pan Yu muttered slightly, "Swordsman?" Suddenly he remembered something and said: "Han Wen, sell this sword to me!"

Xu Xiandao: "How can that be done? Someone else gave it to me, and I'm still using it to learn swordsmanship."

"We are scholars, so we should study quietly. How can we achieve a career with half-heartedness? Just sell this sword to me."

Xu Xian was startled. It turned out that it was to persuade him to study hard. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "It's a gift from a hero. How dare I sell it? If you want it, just give it to you." He couldn't leave the West Lake after all. He wanted to

The person waiting has not come yet, so instead of hesitating, it is better to make a decision quickly. It is always a temptation to have it in hand. It is impossible to throw it away. He feels embarrassed to sell it and spend the money, so he can only give it away, what he can give away

The only one who knew martial arts and saved his life was Pan Yu.

Pan Yu was not polite. "Okay, thank you Hanwen." She felt inexplicably relieved. Now he couldn't go to Qingcheng Mountain. Besides, she was also a half-time martial artist, so she liked it even if she got a famous sword.

Overjoyed, a sentence suddenly came out of her mouth: "I will show you how to dance the sword when I have time." After saying this, she felt a little regretful.

Xu Xian smiled and said, "I wish I could have asked for it." That smile made her feel a little hot.

"I have to go back to study, so I'm leaving now. Please sit down slowly in Chinese."

Looking at Pan Yu's hurriedly leaving figure, Xu Xian turned around, only to see Xiaoqian's head just a stone's throw away from his face, staring directly at him. He couldn't help being shocked, "There are flowers on my face."

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"There are no flowers, so Mr. Pan looks like he has many flowers on his face, and my husband has dogtail grass on his face." Xiaoqian's face was filled with resentment, and she didn't know what she was dissatisfied with.

"Oh? If you like it, would you like me to introduce it to you?"

"Does your husband think Xiaoqian is a wanton woman?" Under Xiaoqian's offensive of resentment, Xu Xian was defeated again.

"Okay, okay, where do you want to go next?" Xu Xian came specifically to accompany Xiaoqian to revisit her old place today.

"Xiaoqian will be fine by herself next time. My husband, please rest assured and study!"

"Alone?" Xu Xian was a little hesitant, but seeing Xiaoqian looking at him expectantly, he almost wagged his tail. He knew that if he didn't agree, she probably wouldn't go. It's such an interesting era of machismo. "

Just be careful and don't let Taoist priests pass you by."

"Thank you, my husband. Xiaoqian belongs to your husband, and no one can take it away!" Xiaoqian promised happily. Even Yan Chixia must be cautious about Xiaoqian's magic power, let alone absorbing two relics now, and she is relieved at the same time.

The knot is a great advancement in Taoism. A ghost that can walk freely under the sun can almost be called a devil. Even if it doesn't harm others, who would dare to provoke her?

Xu Xian returned to the academy and saw that there was a lot of excitement in front of the door. When he went up to ask, he found out that the scholars from Bailu Academy in Jinling City were here. Although they were all wearing similar long robes, the details were obviously the same as those from Jinling Academy.
To be continued...