ps: There is only one chapter today. I was very busy before mid-June. Recently, I have made up for two chapters after I went home. Now, I have taken over the night time... My attendance~~~~(>_

The more major forces and families he comes into contact with, the less Yang Xiu’s longing for these places will be. Whether it is Tianshu Pavilion, Fanjing Mountain, or Qincheng Twelve Villages and Xiaolu Mountain, there are too many things to consider, too many rules to follow, and too many responsibilities to bear. This is not the life that Yang Xiu wants to cultivate immortality. The road to seeking immortality is extremely difficult, so why bother to put heavy shackles on himself?

Yang Xiu's state of mind also created an illusion for the people around him, that is, this young man has no ambition and only knows how to practice hard. As Lin Shuangchen's only apprentice at Tianshu Pavilion, he was valued by the Qin Emperor in Qin City. He is a hot maker, but he has never seen Yang Xiu be arrogant and bully others with his power. Instead, he became a low-key guy in the academy who is almost ignored.

It is best not to attract anyone's attention when cultivating immortals in a low-key manner. It is best to live a comfortable life while cultivating immortals... although this is a bit difficult.

Xiao Xuan is absolutely safe in Xiaolu Mountain, because Monk Jingyuan told Yang Xiu that according to the current situation, the old turtle buried in the bones and Hundred Poison Valley was actually the previous clan leader. If there are uncles and uncles in the clan to attract blessings, Xiao Xuan will not be in too much danger. So Yang Xiu left Xiao Lu Mountain with confidence, leaving this blue water of spiritual water, and embarked on the way back to Qincheng.

Monk Jingyuan flew in the air with his Zen stick, and his monk's robe fluttered in the wind. He had a steady temperament, but the ball of paper stuffed on his left nostril looked a bit funny.

"The Buddha said that all beings are equal. Eating alone is a bad habit. Do you have anything to talk to the young monk? For example, the essence of writing talismans, the array eyes of ancient large arrays, etc.?" Monk Jingyuan asked Yang Xiu next to him.

"No problem, monk, you helped me a lot this time. What's this little thing?"

Yang Xiu waved his hand and said generously: "Take the essence of the puppet."

"...The essence of puppets is too precious. The old man has been studying puppet mechanisms all his life, but I have never seen him take them out. Brother Yang, don't be too greedy..."

"Tsk, I'm so embarrassed to say to me, monk, please explain. I've never said that there are the remains of Xuan Snake Turtle in the Hundred Poison Valley. How did you and Li Zhuo know?" Yang Xiu stood on the flying sword and hugged his arms, looked at Monk Jingyuan with his eyes squintedly.

This trip to Xiaolushan Monk Jingyuan was a clear purpose. He came for the formation diagram of the Locking Heaven Array. He clearly understood Yang Xiu's movements and followed him. When he heard this, the monk Jingyuan became a bachelor. He tightened the paper ball in his nostrils and said directly: "This is all told by the old man. When you go back, you can ask him... This little turtle is really powerful..."

Yang Xiu couldn't help but grin when he heard this. Xiao Xuan was disliked by Jingyuan, and he had to come over to eavesdrop. Although Xiao Xuan was small, he still had the bloodline of an ancient spirit beast, so the monk was not wronged to be slapped in the face.

The two went south, and the wind was calm and the waves quickly left the vast water and entered the jungle. However, the two did not return according to the original route, because the monk Jingyuan swears that he knew a shortcut and could penetrate Qincheng directly. Although monk Jingyuan was a little cheap, he was a native of Qincheng at least, and Yang Xiu decided to believe him once.

For monks who can fly, it seems a smooth road in the wilderness. In fact, it may not be true. In addition to the dangerous monsters, there are many things that force people to change their course of progress.

The area between Xiaolushan and Qincheng is relatively safe. Even so, Yang Xiu had to go around several big circles during the journey north. He avoided several places on the road where monsters and monks often appeared, and at the same time tried to stay away from those areas where strange beasts frequently appeared at night.

It has to be said that the wilderness is a beautiful place, with jungle, mountains, flowing water, lakes, and even snow peaks and hills everywhere. Compared with Tongzhou, this untapped area has many places with relatively rich spiritual energy. If there are no monsters, it is definitely a good choice for those human monks who want to practice quiet and hard and do not care about the world.

But think about it the other way around. When monsters look at the blessed world of civilized world, they think the same thing.

"We can avoid the jungle when we came. This is the home of a group of giant mountain spirits. It is relatively safe and you can also rush to travel at night, which can save a lot of time." Monk Jingyuan pointed to the low hills that were undulating under their feet and introduced to Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu nodded, remembering the scene of seeing the giant mountain spirit twice before, and was deeply impressed by this powerful and gentle creature.

"I heard from the elders of Luanshi Village that although the Giant Mountain Spirit is very strong, he cannot cultivate immortals. But he doesn't know the real reason. Monk, do you know?" Yang Xiu remembered the topic he mentioned when he was chatting with Elder Guo, and asked Xiang Jingyuan.

"The reason is actually very simple, their lifespan is too short." Monk Jingyuan said.

The giant mountain spirit is born with divine power and is invincible with water and fire. As long as the group acts, there will be almost no natural enemies in the wilderness. However, it is not a trick from God, the natural powerful giant mountain spirit has a pitiful lifespan and can only live for one hundred years on average.

This number is not short at first glance, but you should know that those powerful monsters that are similar to or even worse than those of the Giant Mountain Spirit have a lifespan of at least three hundred years. This is not the most important thing: the Giant Mountain Spirit can also cultivate immortals, but their lifespan will not increase when they break through the bottleneck and enter the Qihai Period.

This is an insurmountable barrier. Just imagine a person who worked hard and finally entered the Qihai period in his lifetime, but finally found that his life span had not changed at all, and it still turned into a pile of dead bones after a hundred years. As for whether there has been any change in the period of rebirth, no one knows whether there is any change in the period of rebirth. Because there is not enough time..., the Giant Mountain Spirit Clan has never appeared in the thousands of years. Fortunately, they are not strong enough to live without competing with the world.

"It's a pity... With their original strength, the strength of the immortal master must be very terrifying." Yang Xiu said with some regret.

"Everything in the world has their own blessings. The human race is born weak, and even a wolf can easily take away people's lives. However, the human race is even more frightening than the powerful monsters on the road to immortality. Who can tell me clearly about luck and misfortune?"

Monk Jingyuan seemed to feel something, slowly said, looking at the mountains far away on his left, a smile appeared on his face, and said to Yang Xiu: "There is the nest of the giant mountain spirit. These guys are all stupid in character, and sometimes they are quite fun. However, these giant beasts are hiding out at night, and I'm afraid they won't see them now."

Yang Xiu looked along the monk's arm and saw that there was a low mountain without vegetation in the hills in the distance. The gray-white rocks were obvious in the lush wilderness everywhere. However, as soon as the monk Jingyuan finished speaking, Yang Xiu saw several huge figures swaying slightly beside the low mountain, stirring up a flying dust.

"Is that the giant mountain spirit sleepwalking?" Yang Xiu said in the distance.

Seeing this, Monk Jingyuan frowned slightly and scratched his head, "Strange, the giant mountain spirit doesn't like the sunshine, this time..."

"Boom boom!"

Halfway through the monk's words, a shocking sound suddenly came from the low mountains in the distance. From such a distance, both of them could feel the vibration from the air, and their ears were buzzing.

"My God, who is attacking the nest of the Giant Mountain Spirit!?"

Monk Jingyuan showed a look of fear on his face and looked at Yang Xiu: "It was the roar of the giant mountain spirit just now. It would be impossible for the giant mountain spirit to roar like this unless it was absolutely necessary!"

In just a few breaths, roars came one after another in the direction of the short mountain. From a distance, the dust in the stone mountain was flying, as if there were ancient giants fighting for life and death! The jungle under the feet of both of them was shocked and clamored. Yang Xiu was shocked. The adult giant mountain spirit had the strength of a cultivator of the Qihai Stage. Isn’t this equivalent to the cultivator of Liu Wenzhong and Feng Lu fighting?

Yang Xiu was hesitating whether to hide away, but he saw that Monk Jingyuan had flew forward with a Zen stick and headed straight for Shishan.

"Damn, you go and die!" Yang Xiu couldn't help but swear in shock.

"I have to go and see, you are waiting for me here!" There was a rare hint of anxiety and solemnity in the monk's tone. He flew out quickly without looking back. In a blink of an eye, he had already flew out dozens of feet away.

Yang Xiu stomped his feet here, thinking to himself, this guy, can you watch this kind of excitement casually? The giant mountain spirit slapped a body-tempering monk to death, just like slapping a mosquito to death. No matter whether the person attacking the giant mountain spirit is a human or a ghost, we can only escape when we meet it!

Seeing Monk Jingyuan's figure getting smaller and smaller, Yang Xiu cursed inwardly, took out a bunch of Taoist talismans and slapped them on his body, and followed with a mask on his left hand.

...

The nest of the Giant Mountain Spirit is a circle of low mountains, with a clearing of gravel in the middle, and there are stone pits of large and small everywhere. It seems that it is the bed of the Giant Mountain Spirit. At this time, four giant mountain spirits were crowded in the corner, and outside were three huge adult giant mountain spirits. The roar of the deafening roar was made by these three. Looking further in, a slightly weak hill spirit was lying on the side of the corner, with a dark red blood on the ground.

Looking further out, more than a dozen monster monks lined up around each other, pinching their magic tricks. Glamorous red ripples kept gushing out from the hands of several monks, dissipating in the air or sneaking into the ground. Whenever the giant mountain spirit rushed out, dense red array patterns appeared in the air. The huge mountain spirit with infinite power seemed to be trapped by a fishing net. After moving forward for a while, they were powerless and could only retreat helplessly.

Monk Jingyuan lay on the top of the mountain, frowned as he watched all this, and there were a few old acquaintances standing there in the more distant open space, which made the monk's face even more gloomy.

Feng Lie, who was handsome, sat in a carriage, was enjoying the tea leisurely, and was surrounded by the group of people he had seen on Xiaolu Mountain.

"These lowly human races really enjoy it. Ordinary tea leaves can actually make such a fragrant tea aftertaste," Feng Lie held the exquisitely crafted porcelain cup, tasted a sip of fragrant tea, and smiled proudly.
Chapter completed!