For the first time, someone told me in person that they wanted to be like him!
Ye Qian's first thought at that time was that this kid's brain was kicked by a donkey!
I think Ye Qian has never felt comfortable all the way through his cultivation. He works hard and is like a professional model worker among cultivators.
I have talent, I am willing to work hard, I am willing to take risks when I have to fight, and I also have some luck. Every time I take a risk, I finally gain something. This is how I have been able to practice without any risk until now. There is really not much luck to speak of.
Compared with the disciples of the top forces, such as the Feixian Sect, they can't even leave the mountain gate until they reach the Dao Peeping Realm. What does this mean? This means that the mountain gate directly prepares all the resources before the Dao Peeping Dao Realm. It is safe and risk-free.
Direct train all the way.
Thinking about how much suffering Ye Qian endured and how many places he traveled in order to enter the Peeping Dao Realm, it was really painful and tearful. He couldn't be too aggrieved and worked hard. Now there is a fool who has given up on becoming a disciple of a top power.
He felt that a life like his was what he wanted. Ye Qian didn't know what to say.
In fact, it was a bit secretly satisfying. Ye Qian felt very happy that he finally met a little fanboy. It would be even better if he was a girl.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" Before Ye Qian could say anything, Fan Hui, the father of the little fan brother, asked coldly. He never thought that his always well-behaved and sensible son would cause such a big thing.
Qian himself is a wanted person under the Judgment Order. Regardless of whether he can kill Elder Wang Xuesong this time, he himself is a wanted person who will be killed quickly by the Feixian Cult. Once his son becomes his disciple, and it is known, the Fan family will be
The Feixian Sect was wiped out in a matter of days.
"Of course my son knows!" Fan Nianen moved his knees and knelt down to his father.
"Do you know what will happen to our Fan family if you take this person as your disciple?" Fan Hui felt a little dizzy and continued to ask in a cold voice.
"My son knows!" Fan Nianen said with difficulty. How could he not know that the first time he met the person next to him was through the Immortal Alliance's killing order? His kneeling body was almost lowered to the floor of the snowmobile, "My son is willing to disfigure himself.
Fake your own death and change your name so that the Fan family won't be implicated!"
"Are you going to be so angry as a father?" Fan Hui almost wanted to vomit blood when he heard this. He could even say this, which showed that his son was determined not to follow the bright path and follow Ye Qian all the way to darkness.
"My son is unfilial and has let his father down!" Fan Nianen paused in shame.
"I said, I haven't agreed to anything yet, right?" Ye Qian looked at the big drama performed by the father and son in front of him and said quite speechlessly. So far, he has only accepted two Dan boys from Liu Tu, who are barely registered disciples. One is
Liutu Honghuang was to study the eternal problems of half-demon cultivation. The other was Zhao Congwen, a visitor from another world. At first, he was using Zhao Congwen's soul to locate the coordinates of that otherworld. Later, he collected the tripod jade ring and took people
Only by using means can one be truly accepted as a Dantong.
Fan Nianen has a good talent in cultivation, otherwise he would not be ranked among the top 100 of the younger generation of the Immortal League as a casual cultivator. Regardless of his character, his determination alone is definitely the best choice. Unfortunately, Ye Qian did not accept a disciple.
Thoughts, no matter how talented and decisive they are, are useless, they cannot enter Ye Qian's eyes at all.
"Senior, please do it!" Fan Nianen moved his knees, turned back to Ye Qian and bowed his head.
"If you want to be someone like Ye, you don't need to be Ye's disciple. Just go out and strike out on your own!" Ye Qian did not refuse directly. After all, he was still his little fan, so he still had this kind of preferential treatment.
"Senior, please give me advice on where to go?" Fan Nianen asked respectfully. He thought this was a test given by Ye Qian. Unless the relationship is particularly good or the relationship is particularly close, there is always a test, not to mention someone like him.
Or it was a last-minute idea halfway through.
"..." Ye Qian was speechless. He had a feeling that something was not right, but he didn't go into it too deeply. After thinking about it, he said to Fan Nian'en, "Go to Demon Fairy City. Over there, the eighth-grade Enlightenment Pill and the eighth-grade Demon Spirit Pill have been released one after another.
There will be great opportunities in the future, but of course there will also be great dangers, you decide for yourself!"
Ye Qian didn't say a word. After his trip, he would also return to Fairy City and there would be a certain chance of taking care of him. However, he definitely couldn't say this explicitly. Who knows if this little fanboy could break away from the path arranged by his family?
When a fish enters the sea, who knows what the future will bring!
"Thank you, senior, for your advice!" Fan Nianen bowed his head again.
"..." Ye Qian was speechless. He always felt weird. He was obviously forcing Fan Hui to lead the way, so why did he deceive his son into lameness? He didn't want a good future, so he had to go to Fairy City to earn a living by himself.
Opportunity and courage are commendable but the brain is sick.
"Father?" Fan Nianen looked at his father Fan Hui. He had just finished what he wanted to say, and he no longer knew how to speak.
"If Fellow Daoist Ye gets what you want this time, my father will also let you get what you want!" Fan Hui looked out the window expressionlessly, his pupils dancing in the wind and snow, which was very similar to the complicated mood at this moment. He still feels that
There is no chance of winning in front of me, so I can use this matter to let my son see Ye Qian's fate and put away those unrealistic ideas.
"Thank you, father!" Fan Nian'en bowed his head and said nothing more. He had identified Ye Qian and naturally believed that Ye Qian could continue his previous miracles and kill Elder Wang Xuesong with his sword. As for the kindness, when he found out what he wanted
, that kindness was just his father's kindness and had nothing to do with him. His father had warned him in advance that if Elder Wang Xuesong still died under Ye Qian's sword, it would not be the Fan family's fault. From now on, the two would live in peace.
Half an hour after this, Fan Hui drove the snowmobile to a stop outside a valley. Different from the white before, here, in the snow, there were sporadic blooming strange red flowers, which were quite dazzling.
.
"This is... Mandala?" Ye Qian took a curious look after getting out of the car. Of course it was not the legendary Mandala blooming beside the underworld. It was just a cold-resistant mortal plant. It was not even a spiritual thing.
It looks good but has no merit.
"I'm going to make Fellow Daoist Ye laugh. It's windy and snowy outside, how about we come in for a chat?"
A distant and bright voice came from the valley. Ye Qian smiled slightly, picked off a dozen beautiful mandala flowers and put them into a storage ring. This flower has no practical value, but as a parting gift, it is quite valuable to give to a beautiful woman.
suitable.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, please!" Fan Hui waited for Ye Qian to finish all this and then led the way. Although he had not been here for decades, he never dared to forget the road.
Ye Qian followed Fan Hui into the valley, and the warm wind mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees suddenly came over. What he saw was green grass and spiritual land, full of vitality, warm as spring, and the wind and snow outside.
The snowy fields are in stark contrast.
Along a stream, under the guidance of Fan Hui, Ye Qian saw a pool at the end of the stream. Above the pool was a small waterfall made of melted snow. There were four powerful men sitting around the round stone in the Tanzhong.
Drinking and having fun.
On the stone in the middle of the pool, there was a young man in rich clothes wearing an ancient temple and a long-sleeved robe. When Ye Qian saw this person, he inexplicably felt that this person was Wang Xuesong, otherwise he would not have sat on the main seat.
, it’s just that this person looks quite young and doesn’t look like someone of the same generation as Chang Lin at all. I don’t know if it’s because he has good looks or because he directly entered the Taoist realm at a young age.
For most cultivators, the facial appearance will change much more slowly at the beginning of the Peeping Dao Realm, and will be fixed at the seventh level of the Peeping Dao Realm. If they were still young at that time, a genius like Xiao Yuan from the Snow Country of the Southern Wilderness will have their body fully grown.
This kind of passive benefit will only come after taking it. If you have not taken Zhuyan Dan, you can roughly judge a person's cultivation potential just by looking at his age and cultivation level.
It is not easy for a powerful practitioner like Wang Xuesong, who is at least two to three hundred years old, to still look about the same age as Ye Qian.
"Master Fan, thank you for your hard work. Please take a seat. This must be Ye Qian who killed Wei Chengfeng, the young leader of Feixian Sect. He was wanted by the killing order. Now he killed Fang Jibo, the outer elder of Feixian Sect. Please take a seat and have a drink first.
A cup to go away the cold!" Wang Xuesong, a young man in fine clothes, said calmly as he welcomed the guests.
Not far from the young man in Chinese attire, there happened to be two square stones that were empty. On the stones, tables, mats, drinks, melons and fruits had been placed.
"Fan is late. I hope Elder Wang and everyone will forgive me and punish myself by drinking three glasses of wine first!" Fan Hui took his son Fan Nianen to pick a round stone closer to Wang Xuesong, raised his glass and poured himself three glasses of wine first.
"Okay!" Wang Xuesong and other powerful officials clapped their hands and praised, then turned to look at Ye Qian who was sitting down with a smile.
"This should be Elder Wang Xuesong of the Flying Immortal Sect..." Ye Qian filled a glass of wine and bowed humbly to Wang Xuesong, the young man in the center who was in gorgeous attire. Then he paid tribute to the other five powerful men and toasted the first glass of wine.
I meet you all once, and this cup is a tribute to today’s fate!”
After Ye Qian finished speaking, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, but the wine was not swallowed into his stomach. He was an eighth-level alchemy master and could tell if there was any poison or other things in the wine with just one glance.
"Okay, we are destined to meet each other. Wang drank this cup!" Upon seeing this, Wang Xuesong, a young man in Chinese clothes, laughed boldly and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp. The other five powerful men also drank the wine.
, only Fan Nian'en, Fan Hui's son, knelt down behind his father and watched everything silently. He was originally a peer, but now he can compete with the older generation of practitioners, but he can only rely on his father's relationship to be a bystander.
The difference is not huge.
"I have only one cup to honor Elder Wang. If you can have one more cup, just drink one more cup!" Ye Qian looked at Wang Xuesong with a slightly joking look and swallowed the wine in the cup again. He was very curious.
At this point, can Wang Xuesong still hold on without losing his composure?
"What did you say?"
"Bold, are you tired of living?"
"Young man with a yellow mouth, how dare you be so arrogant!"
The smile on the face of Wang Xuesong, a young man in fine clothes, was stagnant. Before he said anything, several other powerful men began to reprimand him. If Elder Wang Xuesong had not ordered them to watch, they would have already taught Ye Qian a lesson.
"Whenever there are toasts, there are always three cups. I wonder what Daoist Ye wants to toast in the third cup?" Wang Xuesong, a young man in fine clothes, didn't lose his temper. He drank the second cup of wine with a smile and asked with a little curiosity.
"Third drink, I wish Elder Wang that he will be accompanied by fellow disciples and friends, so that he will not be lonely!" Ye Qian toasted the last glass of wine...