Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Nan Fuguang couldn't tell where the woman came from.

Those who practice Taoism start from the initial stage of Qi rotation in the sea of ​​consciousness, then enter the Qi Refining Stage, and then go through the stages of Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Out-of-Body Experience, Transformation into Immortality, and Overcoming Disasters, before finally achieving great success.

Ever since the world lost the blessing of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, civilization has stagnated for thousands of years, and there is no one who has achieved great success in cultivating immortals.

Today, the entire continent is divided into two by the Impure Sea. There are thousands of immortal sects of all sizes on the east and west coasts. Among them, the east coast is home to eight of the top ten sects, including the Yuntian Sect.
In the last sect election, the Yuntian Sect ranked third in overall strength because it had the Immortal Master Yunshang and the unique Guixing Pavilion, which was dedicated to recording all major and minor events in the historical development of the immortal world.

Counting all the sects on the east and west coasts, the vast majority of the registered inner disciples are basically in the Qi Refining Stage. Occasionally, a few people break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage and can become senior brothers or sisters in a sect.

Yan Ji'an is in the immortal stage, and for thousands of years, few people can match him.
Nan Fuguang is in the late stage of foundation building and is considered a leader among his peers.

In the world of cultivating immortals, to discern the opponent's strength level, one either relies on their own introduction, or a cultivator who is much higher in level than the opponent can guess a thing or two.

So to sum up, Nan Fuguang, an ordinary cultivator, could barely tell one thing or another, but at this moment, she couldn't tell whether Yan Ji'an was holding a deity or...
Pure mortal?

but.

As a reptile that is essentially a close relative of cold-blooded animals, Yan Ji'an can be said to have a heart as pure as a bodhi mirror that cannot be touched by even a speck of dust, let alone being gentle and considerate to women.

Hugging a woman in public?

——This is not ordinary at all.

Standing at the front of the team of disciples, Nan Fuguang shook his right hand and summoned the Yaoguang Sword before anyone could react!

"Who is this lewd and lascivious evildoer who dares to impersonate the Immortal Lord?" Before he could utter the first word of the classic line, his lips trembled. Five steps away, the Immortal Lord with a handsome face seemed to have noticed something and gave him a calm glance.

Instantly, there was a muffled "bang" sound, followed by a crisp cracking sound!

There was a buzzing in his ears, and Nan Fuguang felt his wrist tremble, and the numbness as if thousands of ice ants were gnawing at him spread from his fingertips to his shoulders.

"Follow the light!"
"Big Sister RiRi!"

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Nan Fuguang was shocked and took two steps back. Fortunately, Taotao from behind reached out and supported him in time.

At her feet, the sword that was condensed from the true energy shattered into pieces like broken ice, leaving only the black iron hilt with the ancient characters "Yaoguang" carved on it, lying pitifully on the dusty ground.

"..."

His fingers were numb and hung at his sides, stiffly maintaining a twisted posture.
My mind went blank for just a moment.
When the larynx tightens, it feels like being strangled by an invisible hand.

In this situation, naturally, I can't say a word.

Nan Fuguang slowly withdrew his gaze from the wreckage of the Yaoguang Sword, and was not surprised to find that the surroundings were also extremely quiet.

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between her, Yan Ji'an, and the woman in Yan Ji'an's arms for dozens of times... Yan Ji'an naturally didn't care, the woman in his arms was still unconscious, so Nan Fuguang was naturally the first to collapse, and he found his voice and said, "It's okay, it's just a mid-grade magic weapon, it's broken if it breaks."

She has a normal voice.
But no one dared to say anything.
Even the sect leader Xie Cong looked as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant, as if he had been poisoned and turned mute in an instant.

The Yaoguang Sword was given to Nan Fuguang by Yan Ji'an when she first entered the sect and became the only disciple of Yan Ji'an. Yan Ji'an opened his own weapons storehouse and gave it to her.
What did you say at that time?

"This sword is very similar to your name, so take it and use it."

Over the years, Nan Fuguang had been dragging her sword around on the ground because she was not as tall as the sword, and now she could fly with the sword. Even though she has reached the end of the foundation-building stage, this medium-quality magic weapon she picked up from the treasure house is no longer worthy of her. She has also achieved the goal of keeping the sword as long as she is alive...

When everyone was idle and had nothing to do, they often gathered together to imagine ten thousand scenarios in which the Yaoguang Sword of the sect's number one senior sister would retire gloriously one day.

Kill demons?
Save the people?
Or should we suppress evil and calm our anger, and perish together with our enemies?
But it certainly didn't include the current situation: being looked at by Yan Jian (who was holding another woman in his arms) and being broken-hearted.

I don’t know what Nan Fuguang thinks.

Anyway, standing next to the expressionless first senior sister of the Yuntian Sect, Taotao felt like she was about to break into pieces.

……

The surroundings were so eerily quiet that most people just wanted to run away at this moment.

At the critical moment, the mute sect leader Xie Cong finally found his tongue. In the dead silence, he cleared his throat and finally spoke to break the silence: "Immortal Venerable, may I ask who this girl is--"

Yan Jian did not answer.

In fact, Yunshang Xianzun had kept his head slightly turned away from the beginning. At this moment, his gaze was still indifferently fixed on the girl's profile five steps away.

His eyes swept over the hair around her ears which was a little messy when she was flying the sword. Under the sunlight, the ends of her hair seemed to be surrounded by a subtle halo.

"We met by chance at the foot of the mountain." Yan Jian's voice was flat, "I was in a hurry to return and forgot to inform you."

Xie Cong was too lazy to ask who this immortal was talking to.

It just so happened that the Immortal Venerable did not need anyone to respond to his remarks.

After finishing his speech, Yan Ji'an already held the person in his arms and flew away on his sword towards the Chixue Peak.

……

Chixue Peak is one of the three main peaks of the Yuntian Sect. In addition to being shrouded in misty fairy fog, it is also covered with snow all year round. There is a pottery pavilion on the top of the mountain.

Yunshang Xianzun lives and travels, and practices in seclusion in Taoting. Xianzun likes quietness, so there is a prohibition set up by Yunshang Xianzun himself on Chixue Peak.
It’s not that there are many amazing formations, but except for the ordinary disciples walking around in Taoting, all other people are not on the forbidden list and cannot get close to Chixue Peak.

The main peak is already majestic and grand, and Tao Ting is on the top of the mountain, and one has to fly up on a sword. This is also the main reason why Nan Fuguang, who is on the forbidden list of Chixue Peak, took advantage of this and is always flying around in the sect on a sword.

...The answer is that I didn't fly around and was on my way back to (leaving) Taoting.

Back to Taoting, although the name is not loud enough, how can the residence of the immortal occupying the entire mountain be shabby? At first glance, the glazed tiles stand against the mountain under the fairy mist, like a shining palace.

Yan Ji'an rode the sword and rode the wind. He heard the sound of his fairy robe fluttering. In an instant, he had reached the gate. The brass beast on the gate had been sleeping. As soon as Yan Ji'an landed, it seemed to sense its master's return. Its eyes opened, revealing green gemstone pupils, and it muttered "I'm back" "I'm back"——

Then, with the sound of "creaking" and "creaking" metal friction, the heavy palace door slowly opened.

There was no fairy child or sect disciple to greet them, and the majestic palace was deserted. However, Yan Ji'an seemed to have been accustomed to it. His eyebrows did not move, and with a clear goal, he went to the side hall with the woman in his arms.

After putting the person in his arms down on the bed in a side hall, he leaned over to check her breath, confirmed that her breathing was steady, and then withdrew his hand. The unconscious woman had not woken up yet, Yan Ji'an lowered his eyes, his bottomless starry eyes remained calm, and he straightened up without any regrets.

He opened his thin lips and was about to speak, but turned around and looked into the eyes behind him. His eyebrows were full of vicissitudes, his eyelids were folded, and the corners of his eyes were deeply wrinkled...
He was slightly stunned.
By the way, his mouth was closed.

The leader of the Yuntian Sect stood there with his hands in his pockets, his face calm and composed, as if he hadn't noticed the unnatural pause and slight surprise of the Immortal Venerable in front of him.
It's not him you're looking for.

Xie Cong hummed from the depths of his nose in a respectful but not very polite tone: "What confusion does the Immortal Venerable have?"

The Immortal Master is really confused.

"Ri Ri?" Her long eyelashes trembled. "Where is he?"

Why didn’t you catch up?

Xie Cong looked at the confused face of the man in front of him, as if he really couldn't understand why his only good disciple didn't follow him closely as usual and returned to Taoting with him.

Xie Cong felt an indescribable sense of subtlety in his heart...
Maybe it means, you also have this day?

Really.

Almost laughed out loud.

"The Immortal Venerables tend to forget things." Xie Cong tried his best to make his voice sound emotionless. "This Tao Pavilion is located on the top of the Red Snow Peak, more than a thousand feet high. Naturally, one has to fly a sword to get here, and Nan Fuguang's sword--"

You just broke it with your own hands.

In the long and meaningful omission of the last syllable, Yunshang Immortal Venerable's black eyes, like a stagnant cold pond, flickered, and Xie Cong sighed.

I tried to hold it back, but still couldn't resist pouring a pot of eternal shark oil on the spark.

"Red Snow Peak is also very high. Nan Fuguang is usually spoiled. We can't let her climb up from the bottom of the mountain with her own legs and arms."

After he finished speaking, this time Yunshang Immortal Venerable pursed his lips, probably because he really remembered that he seemed to have done something inappropriate just now, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the side hall door.

Of course, it is impossible for a Nan Fuguang to appear out of thin air.

After a brief pause, Yunshang Xianzun seemed to remember something, and a hint of uncertainty finally appeared in his usually indifferent voice, "Her hand?"

"I don't know." Xie Cong said with his hands in his pockets, "It probably depends on how much force the Immortal Venerable used when he broke the sword just now."

Yan Ji'an frowned.

……

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. The golden light from the afterglow of the clouds shines on the glazed tile roof. It is almost time for evening classes.

Yan Ji'an finally waited for his late disciple in the main hall of Taoting. Holding the hem of her skirt, the girl stepped over the threshold. The girl calmly called "Master" to the immortal who had been sitting on the main seat for who knows how long, and then she found the chair she usually sat on and sat down.

The chair was located closest to Yan Ji'an.

Yan Jiyan looked up at the girl sitting on the table, but found that there seemed to be no emotion on her face.
The eyes observe the nose, and the nose observes the heart.
He couldn't see anything clearly.
He didn't know if it was because the two chairs were placed farther apart than he had imagined.

In the past, when he came back from his wanderings in the mountains, Nan Fuguang, whom he hadn't seen for several days, would talk nonstop, as if he wanted to say all the words he had been holding back since he hadn't seen him for these days.

Now she was sitting there in a trance without saying anything, and Yan Ji'an felt a little uncomfortable.

But I'm just not used to it.

"Hands?" he asked.

Sensing the girl's breath, she shook her head after a moment.
"fine."

"sword?"

"It's ok."

Yan Ji'an hesitated, very uncertain.
"Are you unhappy?"

Nan Fuguang smiled.
"How can it be."

"It was Master's fault that the sword was broken without any sign today, although the Yaoguang Sword has long been unusable." Yan Ji'an rarely said a few more words, barely explaining, "I'll give you the key to the private vault, and go choose another one. No matter the grade, take the one you like."

The private vault of Yunshang Xianzun Yan Ji'an——

Those are all good things.

Putting aside his resounding title and strength as the True Dragon Immortal of the Three Realms, it is rumored that the dragon race likes to collect rare treasures and immortal artifacts...
Especially those golden and gorgeous things that are so famous that they wish they had their own legends.

A world of wealth fell upon her, but Nan Fuguang did not show the joy and excitement she should have shown. She just lowered her head reflexively and looked at her wrist which was resting naturally on her leg.

The cuffs of the soft snow-white coat were hanging down, revealing the clearly visible bruises from the lower part of the thumb to the base of the thumb and the wrist. The blue blood vessels had spread and turned purple-red.

He silently put his hand back into his sleeve.

"I want your broken feathers."

Strictly speaking, it cannot even be said that the Yusui Sword is a sword. It is out of the grade categories of all living beings in the Three Realms. It is not an immortal weapon, nor a magic weapon. It is an accessory born with heaven and earth. According to legend, when the divine phoenix fell, its wings were torn and this sword was born, named "Yusui".

Yusui is Yan Jian's sword and also the proof of his identity as a true dragon.

As expected, Nan Fuguang kept silent. After a long while, Yan Ji'an said, "Ri Ri, stop making trouble."

The eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect smiled.
"It was a joke indeed."
she said gently.

Looking at the slightly raised corners of the girl's lips, Yunshang Immortal Lord slowly frowned for the second time today.

(End of this chapter)