The affinity of the water veins enveloped him, and he sank to the bottom of the lake as if melting into the water.
Xianyue Lake is not too deep, and the center is only a hundred feet long.
However, the water aura in it was rich, and the green aura enveloped Han Muye's entire body.
Some large and small swimming fish came over and surrounded his body, seeming to be very curious.
His feet landed on the bluestone at the bottom of the lake, and Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
Behind him, the faint shadow of the mythical beast Baxia appeared.
The phantom of the divine beast covered his body, and then blended with the water aura.
With this phantom around, no one can break Han Muye's defense.
Today, he gained some benefits from practicing the elixir, but it also allowed him to stimulate the violent energy in the blood of the divine beast.
At this time, using the spiritual energy in the water to soothe him can help him relax a little.
But, it's not enough.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the already dormant energy, blood and spiritual power in his body slowly disappeared, as if it had never existed before.
The next moment, the golden light of Jiange in far western Xinjiang flashed!
In the sword pavilion, Liu Hong, who was sitting cross-legged, muttered and then left.
Senior Brother Han has instructed that when the sword pavilion formation is activated, the people in the sword pavilion will leave and return after the formation is closed.
Yes, go down the mountain and have a look.
Last time, Run.
When Liu Hong left the sword pavilion, he didn't notice that the golden light on the sword pavilion behind him shook slightly.
Even in the entire Jiuxuan Mountain, no one could sense the changes in Jiange at this time.
No one knows that the current Jiange is no longer where it was!
The sword pavilion shrouded in golden light is now just a projection.
The real sword pavilion is already in the void countless thousands of miles away!
In the endless void, a huge divine beast that resembles a mountain and a land holds a three-story attic flashing with golden aura on its back, floating quietly.
The body dominated by the beast!
I'm afraid no one in this world knows that Han Muye lowered his body to suppress the divine beast in the space under the sword pavilion.
The sword pavilion and the body of the mythical beast are interdependent.
"Roar--"
In the distance, a roar came, and a group of huge alien beasts up to a hundred feet long spread their wings and excitedly rushed towards the divine beast Baxia.
They have been observing it for a long time, but there is no aura emanating from this divine beast. It is either in trance or seriously injured.
It may take thousands of years for a powerful divine beast to enter meditation and cultivate quietly.
For those strange beasts, they might be able to benefit from it while the beasts are in concentration.
For such a powerful beast, even if it absorbs even a trace of bloodline power, the benefits are endless.
As for the huge and powerful divine beasts, they generally would not wake up from trance and interrupt their practice just for this slight loss of blood.
The gain outweighs the loss.
Alien beasts came roaring, but there was no response from the beasts.
This made those strange beasts even more excited.
Just when thousands of alien beasts were about to fly down on Ba Xia's body, a golden light flashed.
The three-story sword pavilion carried on the back of the divine beast suddenly burst into sword light.
At this time, Baxia opened his eyes, which were originally closed.
wake.
The violence is like the breath coming from the ancient times, suppressing all the strange beasts.
The tyrannical power in their blood seemed to crush their bodies into powder.
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
All the alien beasts that have not yet reached the heavenly realm have their bodies broken into pieces, and their bodies are full of energy, blood and demonic aura, falling on the backs of the beasts.
"Buzz——"
The sword light flying out of the sword pavilion has arrived, and 30,000 sword weapons are swirling around, spinning continuously, smashing into pieces the heavenly beasts surrounding it.
When all the long swords flew back with a trace of blood, the backs of the mythical beasts were already empty.
Baxia's eyes slowly closed again, then he lifted his four legs and moved elsewhere.
The alien beasts in this space have almost been hunted down.
In the distance, the nine layers of heaven and earth emit an uncontrollable spiritual light, attracting all the power to gather there.
In the sword pavilion, all the swords fell back, and the qi and blood on them were slowly absorbed, merging with the sword qi on the swords, warming and nourishing the swords.
Above the sword pavilion, the golden light dispersed.
On Jiuxuan Mountain, the sword pavilion was silent.
At the bottom of Xianyue Lake, Han Muye opened his eyes.
There was still a trace of sword light surging in his eyes, which killed several swimming fish not far away from him.
The sword light flashed away, and the aura disappeared from his eyes.
Behind him, the shadow of the mythical beast slowly faded away.
Soothed by water and a killing spree, the violence in the bloodline of the divine beast was finally suppressed.
At this moment, his physical strength increased infinitely.
A faint blood-colored power leaked out of the body, shaking away the water vapor.
Han Muye smiled bitterly, letting his figure be wrapped in the lake water and slowly float up.
The physical strength increased too quickly, and his soul and spiritual energy could not keep up with the speed of control.
I thought that today's double cultivation of elixirs would allow me to control the body of the divine beast and refine the power of the divine beast to be more helpful.
The result is indeed the case.
It would have taken more than half an hour to clean up the alien beasts, but this time it only took less than a quarter of an hour.
But as more power is controlled, the power of the body is too violent, and it is another process to adapt.
If this continues, when will I be able to be honest with my junior sister?
Do you really want junior sister to take the initiative?
Although that would be a bit more interesting, it is a bit difficult.
"Wow--"
The body rushed out of the water and landed on the lake shore. Han Muye turned his head and looked ahead.
Over there, an old man in gray robe happened to turn around.
The old man held a wine gourd in his hand, his face was gray and withered, and there was wine dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, you want to die, but you don't dare?"
The old man looked Han Muye over, chuckled, and then handed the wine gourd forward: "Otherwise, if you take a sip of wine, you will have the courage to die."
Han Muye looked down and saw that because he could not control his power, he was soaked in the lake water, and he looked really embarrassed.
"I have wine."
Han Muye walked over, took out a small gourd, opened the stopper, and took a sip.
The wine enters the throat, penetrates the intestines and enters the abdomen, and is filled with heat.
The sword energy in the sea of energy also vibrated slightly.
The sad wine that could solidify sword energy in the past is of little use now.
The old man shrugged his nose, glanced at Han Muye's wine gourd, then put his own gourd to his mouth and took a big sip.
The old man's hand was shaking a little as he held the gourd.
Han Muye didn't say anything, just sat on the rock and took a sip after a while.
The two of them didn't speak, each drank their own wine.
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On the cruise ship in the distance, the lights were extinguished little by little.
"Hey, it's better to be alive..." Seeing the last fishing lantern go out, the old man sighed.
"The beauty of the world and the nostalgia of the mortal world, who doesn't want to live?"
"Only when you are alive can you drink wine."
Lift the gourd to clear the entrance of the wine.
Han Muye could smell a refreshing aroma.
But there was a strong aura of death lingering around the old man.
This is the sign of when life is about to end.
When Han Muye himself only had a few days left to live, this was how he looked to outsiders.
"My shop will open tomorrow, so I won't drink with you." Han Muye stood up and put away the small gourd.
The old man nodded and said, "That's a good thing."
As he said that, he looked around and found nothing, so he reached out and tore off a corner of his clothes and threw it towards Han Muye.
"Take it, consider it a congratulatory gift from me to your drinking buddy."
"When you make a lot of money, remember to treat me to a drink."
After saying that, he took another sip of wine.
After taking a sip, he shook the gourd in his hand and seemed to feel that there was not much wine left. He pressed the gourd down with his mouth and poured it into the lake water.
There is only water in the gourd.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the old man, he was silent for a moment, took out a jade bottle, placed it on the bluestone, then held half of the corner of his clothes, turned around and left.
The old man looked at Han Muye's back, his eyes were misty, as if he was really drunk.
He reached out and picked up the jade bottle, and the original intoxicated look on his face slowly turned into solemnity.
"Blood Jade Immortal Pill?"
"Are you willing to take out fourth-grade elixirs?"
Holding the jade bottle, the dead silence in the old man's eyes seemed to gain a hint of life.
"Did you recognize me?"
"Does anyone in the imperial city know me like this?"
Holding the jade bottle, the aura of the old man slowly solidified.
"The Blood Jade Immortal Spirit Pill can extend my life for three years. These three years will let the world know that I, Xu Wei, am still alive."
Standing up, a faint divine light flashed on the old man's face.
A cloud of energy in the jade bottle hit him directly.
"This method of refining alchemy is interesting, and it can save me the time of refining it."
As soon as the sound was heard, the old man's figure was no longer on the bluestone, only a wine gourd was left, and the aroma of wine was wafting in the wind.
Han Muye, who was walking on the bluestone path, held the corner of his clothes in his hand, the expression on his face changing.
Ivy Xu said.
He never thought that when he accidentally came to Xianyue Lake to absorb the water vapor and suppress the power of blood, he would meet this great Confucian and Taoist monk who had disappeared from the public for countless years.
There are rumors in the world that Qingteng Xu Wei has already died due to being trapped in a confusion.
Unexpectedly, he was in the imperial city.
Although his body is decayed and his life span is about to expire, he is still alive.
I wonder if he is willing to refine the elixir?
The Blood Jade Immortal Spirit Pill, which is worth tens of millions of spiritual stones and can rejuvenate the body of a monk who has left his body, can only extend his life by three to five years for Xu Wei.
Because Han Muye sensed that the death energy in Xu Wei's body all came from his mind.
How can the world's elixirs save a person who is seeking death?
If he didn't have the intention to die in his heart, how could it be possible for Xu Wei to undergo such a major cultivation, the body would die and the Tao would disappear?
Not to mention immortality, at least he can live as long as Tianxuan, a Confucian and Taoist world.
If you don't want to refine the elixir to extend your life, I'm afraid there will be one more withered body sinking to the bottom of Xianyue Lake, right?
Looking down at the hem of his clothes held in his palm, Han Muye wondered if Xu Wei could refine elixirs.
The corners of this shirt are stained.
There are some ink marks on it.
A faint aura surged, and a picture appeared in Han Muye's mind.
The green robe has big sleeves, and the ink pen is white.
Who is that figure splashing ink but Mr. Qingteng, who is said to be the most elegant in Confucianism and Taoism?
The pen and ink are moist and free.
Mountains, rivers, vegetation.
Under the pen, there is heaven and earth.
At this moment, Han Muye seemed to see the sun, moon and stars, the flow of heaven and earth, and the ups and downs of time.
"The road is confusing?"
Narrowing his eyes, Han Muye's awe-inspiring energy dissipated from his hands.
If you understand the Tao without fully understanding it, you will fall into another important Tao.
If such an opportunity comes true, it will soar into the sky and become a saint instantly.
Defeated, the body dies and the Tao disappears.
Of course, the Tao is endless and lost in it, and not many people can see through it.
Among the great monks who have fallen into the confusion of the Tao, I have yet to hear of anyone who can break through it.
Maybe, but those people have already disappeared in front of everyone.
After pondering for a moment, Han Muye carefully tucked away the corners of his clothes.
Without the same state of mind as a great master of Confucianism and Taoism, one more glance at this corner of his clothes would probably break his heart.
This also explains why Mr. Ioto no longer appears in front of others.
Putting away his clothes, Han Muye paused and disappeared from where he was.
When he showed up again, he was already in his own courtyard.
Taking a look at Mu Wan's wing, he slowly walked into his room.
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Yuyuan Street, Guanyueli.
The early morning mist has not yet dispersed, and there are not many people on the street.
The Nanhuang snack shop opens early, and the enticing aroma wafts in the steaming heat.
After making breakfast in the morning and making food that the children like during the day, Shao Datian and Cuicui are now very motivated.
Because the visible spiritual coin income every day can make Cuicui wake up from her dreams in the middle of the night with a smile.
Bao Mingcheng, wearing a green robe, stood across the street, with his hands behind his back and his eyes fixed on the snack bar next door.
Over there, the door of Danyuan Pavilion has been opened, and a plaque covered with red silk is hung on the door.
It seems that it is really going to open today.
"Uncle, you asked me to bring my brothers here, didn't you just sell buns to see the tiger monster in the Southern Wilderness?" Behind Bao Mingcheng, a young man in black muttered impatiently.
Behind him, there were seven or eight young men dressed in the same clothes.
"Yes, sir, I haven't heard of anyone missing recently, and the buns smell just right."
A young man with a streak of blue hair on his temples looked around and whispered: "The Imperial City Patrol Camp has recently issued a secret order to be tolerant of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan."
"The Qian family's meritorious service is about to be accomplished."
this is necessary.
If you occupy the Southern Wilderness but don't allow the demon clan to integrate, what's the point of this battle?
"Huh, do you think I have nothing to do to take care of such trivial matters?" Bao Mingcheng snorted coldly and turned to glare at the young man who just called him uncle.
"I asked you to study hard but you don't want to, so you can only work as a errand in the patrol camp."
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It's hard for those people behind to look up.
"In Zhongzhou, Confucianism and Taoism suppress the world. If you don't practice Confucianism and Taoism, you will never know how vast the sky is."
Bao Mingcheng turned his eyes to the direction of Danyuan Pavilion, which had not yet opened, and said softly: "Zhenyu, remember, if someone causes trouble, take it down, no matter who the person is."
"This may be your opportunity."
The young man standing behind Bao Mingcheng nodded and looked forward.
At this time, the Zuo brothers and sisters wearing plain white robes were already standing on both sides of the shop door.
Neatly dressed and energetic, Zuo Lin stood on the street, preparing to receive guests.
When such shops open on Yuyuan Street, on any auspicious day, there will be not only 100 but also 70 or 80 shops.
Even though there are fewer people choosing single days like today, there are still dozens of them.
When I came here just now, I saw red carpets put up in front of several shops.
This shop has only one storefront, what should we pay attention to?
Bao Zhenyu thought so in his heart, but did not dare to say it out loud.
My uncle is one of the chief officers of the Defense Department, so it is easy to mobilize his small patrol battalion captain.
Besides, my uncle said that this is an opportunity for me.
"Brother Yu, someone is really here to cause trouble." Someone behind Bao Zhenyu suddenly spoke.
Bao Zhenyu and Bao Mingcheng in front turned their heads and saw a group of eight green-robed officers approaching on the avenue more than a mile away.
At the head of them were two deacons from the Medicine Department wearing blue and gray robes.
The deacon of the Department of Alchemy needs to be a formal alchemist and be able to pass the selection and assessment of the Department of Medicine.
These deacons are in charge of the sales and transactions of elixirs in various places and cities, and provide assistance to the alchemists in various places.
For alchemy trading shops, the deacons of the Alchemy Department have the right to manage them.
"Alchemy Department? Uncle, our imperial city patrol camp has no control over these alchemy cultivators."
"The affairs of cultivators are all under the control of Xuanyang Guards."
There was a trace of doubt on Bao Zhenyu's face, and he looked at Bao Mingcheng: "That shop is engaged in alchemy business? How can such a small shop be successful in Guanyue?"
"Even if we let him open, I'm afraid there will be no business coming to the door."
Bao Mingcheng did not answer his words, narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Remember my words, no matter who it is, stop it."
Want to confront the people from the Medicine Department?
Bao Zhenyu's face turned bitter, and he turned to look at his subordinates behind him who also had bitter expressions on their faces.
Then, the people who block these pill departments?
Taking a deep breath, Bao Zhenyu was just about to speak out when someone behind him whispered.
"Brother Yu, someone has arrived."
Everyone turned to look in front of Danyuan Pavilion.
A team of men in gray robes laid a red carpet in front of the Danyuan Pavilion, and then placed some potted plants and other things, which looked very festive.
"Those are members of the Jia family. The Jia family in Dongcheng has two sergeants and a general."
"It turns out it's related to the Jia family."
A young man in black stepped forward and whispered: "I remember that the second master of the Jia family wanted to enter the Yushitai. If something happened at this time, it would be detrimental to him."
Bao Zhenyu turned his eyes to his uncle.
Could it be that the uncle came here because he wanted to hug the second master of the Jia family?
The lecturing officer of the Yushitai has a lot of power, but he doesn't care about the Defense Department. Is there such a big thing in the imperial city that the lecturing official of the Yushitai should come and ask about it?
Maybe, it's a personal relationship?
Will my selfless uncle also use his power for personal gain?
Because the Jia family arrived, the team of officials and the people from the elixir department stopped for a moment, seeming to observe the background of the store.
If you are really reckless when doing things in the imperial city, I'm afraid you won't live long.
After a while, these people moved forward again.
In the Jia family, background is nothing.
At least in the eyes of the Medicine Department, the Jia family is not enough.
Just when they moved, several large vehicles had already passed by them and stopped in front of Danyuan Pavilion.
More than 20 waiters in brocade robes jumped out of the car and delivered various pallets into the store.
Because the store is small, these waiters can only queue up.
This scene immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.
"Are they from Han's Trading Company?" Someone looked at these guys and asked in a low voice.
"Yes, although Han's Trading Company has not been in the imperial city for a long time, it has made a great noise. These people have marks on their clothes."
The surrounding discussions made Bao Zhenyu and others behind Bao Mingcheng frown.
Foreign trading power?
What is the background of this elixir shop?
The arrival of the people from Han's Trading Company not only did not stop the people from the Medicine Department, but also accelerated a bit.
"Stop them."
Bao Mingcheng gave a low drink, and Bao Zhenyu gritted his teeth and stepped forward to rush.
But just as he rushed to the middle of the street, several galloping horses came quickly from ahead.
Fiery red battle armor, energy and blood like a rainbow!
Bao Zhenyu looked at the officials who had stepped aside, then turned to look at the general in armor stopping in front of Danyuan Pavilion.
He turned to look at his uncle blankly.
Bao Mingcheng stared closely at the general who flew off his horse and whispered.
"Commander of the Royal Guards of the Scarlet Flame Army, General Xiao Lingshan is here in person?"
"Who is the owner of this shop? He has such a big reputation?"