Qingyangzi cough twice:

"I bet with Junior Brother Feng Yangzi, whether the ancestors can succeed in making babies this time.

He pressed a piece of painting holy ink treasure...and I won."

"...Are you so unconfident in the ancestor uncle?" Lu Xuan said quietly.

"Junior Brother Feng Yangzi is quite confident in you..."

Qingyangzi muttered:

"He felt that the third thousandth time of infant formation would definitely have some changes. Fortunately, the ancestor uncle played a stable role..."

Lu Xuan's forehead was beating, and he advised himself in his heart that An Hua was an adult over a thousand years old and could not beat him up any more...

"There should be other things besides betting."

Lu Xuan took a deep breath, got up and walked into the bamboo house: "Come in and say."

"The ancestor's eyes are like torch."

Qing Yangzi laughed twice, blinked like a child, and followed the ancestor uncle into the house.

Although he was the ancestor of Daoyan Sect, Lu Xuan's life has always been simple.

Bamboo table, bamboo bed, bamboo and wooden chair.

Statue of the ancestor of the futon incense burner.

There is also a painting of calligraphy and calligraphy hanging on the wall, with vigorous brush and ink, dragons and phoenixes dancing, and Taoist rhymes hidden inside.

The two big words "正" are written on it.

This was written by Lu Xuan after a failure to get pregnant. He lost his mind after drinking and drowning his sorrows.

Although he ran away after sobering up, he had to admit that this was indeed a very good word.

Whenever a disciple of Daoyan Sect was about to attack the Nascent Soul Realm, Qingyangzi would borrow this character from the ancestor uncle.

After reading it for the disciples, the success rate of infant formation can greatly increase.

Every time the head master Sun came to report good news to him, Lu Xuan's mood was very complicated.

"Tell me, what's wrong with me?"

Lu Xuan signaled Qing Yangzi to sit down in front of him and poured him a cup of tea.

Qing Yangzi took it with both hands and said:

"The South China Sea [Tianshui Temple] sent us a message saying that a dead city appeared out of thin air in the coastal area, with a strange aura and quite ominous one.

The Dead City appeared on a rainy night. After this night, all living creatures within a radius of hundreds of miles were dead. The disciples sent by Tianshuiguan to the city also lost contact."

"A dead city?"

When Lu Xuan heard this, he thought for a moment, "Tianshuiguan means, please send someone to see it?"

“That’s exactly that.”

Qingyangzi nodded.

Starting ten thousand years ago, Tianshui Temple was the sect under the jurisdiction of Daoyan Sect.

When subordinate sects encounter crises that cannot be solved, they naturally have to ask for help from the upper sect.

But it’s embarrassing that the talents of Daoyan Sect are now in decline.

If Lu Xuan is not included, his overall strength will be slightly stronger than Tianshui Temple.

Since Lu Xuan's master ascended to the immortal world more than 8,000 years ago.

The powerful people of Daoyan Sect could not withstand the power of time and became one after another.

There are fewer and fewer new disciples who can become great.

Currently, the highest level in the Daoyan Sect is the leader of the sect, Qingyangzi...

He is a cultivator in the Void Refining Stage.

How to judge the foundation of a sect?

It depends on the cultivation level of their sect. It’s enough to rank in the sect.

Generally speaking, the true people of the sect are the highest level, and they are all emerging sects.

Sects with profound backgrounds are covered by great elders, Supreme Elders and others.

After beating the young, the old can stand up and support it.

The world's number one sect, which had been born in the true immortals, has now fallen into this situation, which makes people sigh at the cycle of rise and fall, and the impermanence of the heavenly way.

"What were you planning for this?"

Lu Xuan asked.

"If our subordinate sects ask for help, we cannot sit idly by and watch."

Qing Yangzi blinked:

"It's just that, there are many affairs in the sect. Junior Brother Feng Yangzi and I can't escape. Several elders also have their own tasks..."

"You want to say...let me go over and take a look?"

Lu Xuan pointed at himself.

"Uh-huh--"

Qingyangzi nodded vigorously.

Lu Xuan suddenly stood up and left:

"I won't go."

"Go once, you have not been down the mountain for almost a thousand years."

"Every time I go down the mountain, I have to encounter a lot of trouble. What if I die?"

"Uncle Master, do you have no idea about your own strength? Isn't it all the ancestors of other families who fell..."

"Shut up! Don't hold my thighs, how old are you..."

"I won't let go if my uncle doesn't agree!"

"This is a pants worth 20,000 spirit stones, and you will be torn to pieces!"

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(End of this chapter)
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