The two walked through the first corridor, and there were many forks in front of them, surrounded by pavilions, ponds, gardens, etc., and the number of monks around them gradually increased.
These monks gathered in twos and threes. Some of them might be old friends reunited after not seeing each other for many years, and some might be Taoist friends they had just met today. They sat on the huge stone surrounded by flowers and talked about Taoism. They seemed to be harmonious with each other.
"There is a universe in this space, and the Zuoqiu family's methods are pretty good." Liang Yan sighed softly.
Ouyang Ping snorted and said: "It's just relying on a Yellow Stone Heavenly Book. These cultivator families control the superior skills and are tight-lipped about the outside world. This is why our casual cultivators have such a difficult time."
After hearing this, Liang Yan just smiled slightly and did not comment on his complaints.
Whoever gets the treasure is not a treasure, so there is no reason to share it with others. The family of cultivators are not bad people, so how can they leak their secret skills?
The two walked for a while, and suddenly they saw a lot of people gathered around a rockery in front of them. In the middle, there was an imposing young man in white who was talking eloquently. The people around him were listening very seriously.
, as if afraid of missing any detail.
Liang Yan used his ears a little and heard clearly that what this person was talking about was cultivation issues in the Wood System Taoism.
"Where did this man come from? Why are there so many people here to listen to his lectures?" Ouyang Ping on the side asked doubtfully.
"I don't know either." Liang Yan shrugged and said, "But I don't practice wood-based Taoism. It's useless to stay here. It's better to go to the back and have a look."
"Wait!" Ouyang Ping waved his hand and said, "Since he's here, why not join in the fun? I want to see what's special about him?"
Liang Yan heard the unkindness in his tone and couldn't help but frown slightly. He turned around and saw a female cultivator wearing an emerald green dress among the crowd beside the rockery.
This woman seemed to be the female cultivator from the Ancient Yun Sect that Ouyang Ping had just chatted with. She was standing in the crowd with a hint of shyness on her face, and her eyes were looking at the young man in white with affection.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this woman must be secretly in love with the young man in white.
In fact, she was not the only one. The young man in white clothes was extremely handsome. Many female cultivators around him had already made secret glances at him. However, the young man in white clothes always maintained a faint smile, making everyone feel like they were in the spring breeze.
At this time, the young man in white was talking about a key point, and he pinched a magic formula. Immediately, countless green vines came out of his sleeves, evolving Taoist magic in mid-air.
He raised his hand and tapped lightly, and the ivy turned into flowers in mid-air. The fragrance of the flowers suddenly overflowed, refreshing the heart, and countless petals fell from the sky, making the place around him even more dreamlike.
Many female cultivators were infatuated when they saw this. Their eyes were filled with the figure of the young man in white, and their minds began to have wild thoughts.
At this moment, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded:
"Hmph! I think the spells that are just for making flowers are commonplace. This kind of magical power is just a showpiece. If you really want to fight with others, I'm afraid it won't be of much use!"
The person who spoke was none other than Ouyang Ping. He couldn't help but feel angry when he saw that the beautiful woman he tried so hard to please but always treated him with sincerity was so in love with another man.
At this moment, when he saw the man in white's magic, he felt that it was nothing special and immediately started to ridicule him.
Although the voice was not loud, the lowest-level monks present, who were in the Foundation Establishment stage, naturally heard it clearly. The smile on the man in white gradually faded and he turned to look at Ouyang Ping.
"This fellow Taoist seems to have little regard for the Taoism of our eldest grandson family?" the man in white said with a sneer.
"The eldest grandson of the family" Ouyang Ping was stunned at first, and then asked in surprise: "Are you the eldest grandson of the Yan Kingdom's Changping Mountain?"
"Hehe, he is just a mere talent, but he is the contemporary legitimate son of the Changsun family, Changsun Hongxue." The man in white said calmly.
"This" Ouyang Ping's expression changed several times, and then he raised his hands and said, "I just talked nonsense. Please don't take it to heart, Mr. Changsun."
"Don't take it to heart?" Changsun Hongxue sneered: "My eldest son, the legitimate son of the eldest son, was insulted outside, but he could only swallow his anger afterwards. If this spreads, wouldn't it bring shame to our eldest son's family?"
"Then what do you want to do? Don't forget that this is the Linglong Tower of Huangshi Mountain. Fighting is not allowed here!" Ouyang Ping summoned up the courage to say.
"Haha, I think you're too proud of yourself. There won't be any fight between us. It's just me giving you a lesson casually!"
As soon as Changsun Hongxue finished speaking, he immediately raised his hand and waved, and a green vine grew in the wind, and instantly pierced Ouyang Ping.
Ouyang Ping was also very aware and knew that he was no match for him. He immediately rubbed oil on his feet and rushed towards Liang Yan's direction.
Of course, Liang Yan knew it well. This boy made it clear that he wanted to help him resist Changsun Hongxue's magical power.
However, although Liang Yan couldn't stand Changsun Hongxue's behavior, he was not ashamed of Ouyang Ping's actions. What's more, he and Ouyang Ping were not relatives. Although they had some conversations before, they did not help him resist Changsun Hongxue.
plan.
Seeing Ouyang Ping rushing towards him, Liang Yan immediately tapped his toes and he had already slipped out three feet away, leaving Ouyang Ping stunned.
The man glanced at Liang Yan with a malicious look, as if he wanted to say something, but Changsun Hongxue's magical power was already approaching, forcing him to turn around and resist.
Ouyang Ping held out a small earth-yellow shield in front of him, and at the same time, he made a secret with one hand and used his body-protecting spiritual shield.
His goal was very clear, which was to block Changsun Hongxue's blow. Because fighting was prohibited in the Linglong Tower, if Changsun Hongxue missed the blow, it would be impossible for him to attack him again, otherwise law enforcement officials would be attracted.
The green vine suddenly arrived, inserting itself straight into the center of the small earth-yellow shield, and kept drilling inward, sprouting buds all around.
"Why is this happening? What kind of magic is this?" Ouyang Ping was shocked, because the moment the vine invaded his spiritual weapon, he lost contact with this life-saving thing that had been with him for many years!
The next moment, the small earth-yellow shield was like a piece of dried rock, which was torn apart by a slight flick of the vine.
The vine continued its momentum and stabbed towards Ouyang Ping's direction. The protective spiritual shield had no effect at all. The vine easily penetrated into Ouyang Ping's lower abdomen and dantian.
"ah!"
With a scream, Ouyang Ping fell to the ground weakly, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and shouted: "Changsun Hongxue, have you sealed my Dantian?"
"Hmph! You dare to speak rudely to our eldest grandson family. If it weren't for the sake of the Zuoqiu family, I would have shattered your Taoist foundation!" eldest grandson Hongxue said coldly: "I will seal your Dantian for ten years.
If you can't practice cultivation for ten years, it's a small punishment but a big warning!"
His words were spoken in a cold tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, but the people around him felt chilled in their hearts.
You must know that ten years is not a time that can be wasted for monks in the foundation building period. Many people are unable to break through the bottleneck of the foundation building period because of insufficient time, and finally meet their end.
But the eldest son Hongxue seemed not to be satisfied yet. The vines in mid-air rolled slightly and stabbed towards Liang Yan again!
Thanks to: Smile, book friend 20170507003746882 for the reward!
