Chapter 65 The Fragmented Taoist 27
Facing the three people including Sect Master Yang Yan, Yan Xia didn't know that his image was somewhat shattered in other people's minds. His narcissism was exposed and he was now busy wiping his hands and mouth.
Five minutes ago.
After coming out of the aunt’s glutinous rice cake stall, the family walked eastward along the street, passing by the roast duck stall, the roast chicken stall, the sugar painting stall...
There is everything from grilled to cooked to eaten to drunk, the result is dazzling...
When Yan Xia was gnawing on a chicken leg in his left hand and a duck leg in his right hand, Sect Master Yang Yan and three others suddenly appeared in front of him.
Sect Master Yang Yan paused in his salute, and when the young disciple sent a message saying that the elders had returned, they flew down the mountain. They arrived very quickly, but it seemed that they came at a bad time.
While Sect Master Yang Yan was welcoming the elders back, he was secretly muttering in his heart that it seemed that the meals in Feiyu Sect were still not rich enough.
Otherwise, why didn't the elders go directly back to Feiyu Sect after returning, but chose to wander around Lingcheng instead?
No one heard what Sect Master Yang Yan was thinking. When Su Wenyin passed the food in her hand to Yan Feiyue behind her without leaving a trace, Yan Xia also stood behind her and quietly collected the chicken and duck legs.
By the way, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and hands. Only then did he deeply feel that his elder brother's habit of not eating in public was a good one.
At least this way he wouldn't be in the situation where, while he was enjoying his meal with a greasy face, someone he knew suddenly showed up to greet him, leaving him in the awkward situation of facing that person with a chicken leg in one hand and a duck leg in the other.
It was an unimportant episode that both sides chose to ignore.
Sect Master Yang Yan brought Peak Master Xia Shuang and Peak Master Zheng Yang down the mountain to meet them, which was a perfect welcome, so it would not be appropriate for them to continue wandering around.
On the street, some cultivators who knew the three sect leaders of Yang Yan were looking over here, and more and more voices were heard whispering.
So when Sect Master Yang Yan asked whether they wanted to return to Feiyu Sect at this time, Su Wenyin nodded.
Sect Master Yang Yan and Peak Master Zheng Yang flew in front, while Peak Master Xia Shuang sat next to Su Wenyin. He turned his head and looked at Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei who were flying with them: "Is this the wild horse? It's quite beautiful, but Xiao Bai's belly..."
Su Wenyin followed the other person's words and gave a positive answer: "She's pregnant."
Peak Master Xia Shuang: "Tsk, not reserved."
Yan Xia followed behind and nodded in agreement.
The union of the demon beast world is naturally different from that of humans. Peak Master Xia Shuang just said that and quickly skipped over the topic, and became concerned about other issues: "What can these two black and white ones give birth to? Don't let it be black and white, it will be so ugly."
Yan Xia whispered to his eldest brother, "It's just a zebra."
There is no such creature as zebra in Hunyuan Continent. Peak Master Xia Shuang heard this and asked in confusion: "What kind of horse is that?"
Yan Xia: "One black and one white, just like a spotted dog, isn't it called a zebra?"
Peak Master Xia Shuang had no idea what scene was conjuring up in his mind, and he just started laughing to himself.
While chatting and laughing, the group arrived at Feiyu Sect.
Xiaobai, Xiaohei and the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoons on their backs were taken to the Feiyu Sect where these animals were specially raised.
Of course Yan Xia and the others returned to Zhengyang Peak. The cave where they had lived before was spotlessly clean, no different from when they left.
After a short rest, the family went to the reception banquet specially prepared by Sect Master Yang Yan.
The dishes at the banquet were quite exquisite, but...
Yan Xia touched his stomach. He was full after eating from a roadside stall.
Seeing that others had poor appetites, Sect Master Yang Yan became even more certain that the meals in Feiyu Sect were indeed not rich enough.
The result of the sect leader's thinking was that over the next few days, the Feiyu Sect disciples discovered that the kitchen actually came up with new and strange dishes every day, but they were sometimes delicious and sometimes not.
The master chef who studies new and unique dishes: There is no such thing as failure on the road to innovation!
But that's all in the past. The exchange competition was only a few days away, and Yan Xia had nothing to do during these days, so he distributed the gifts they brought back to everyone.
Of course, not everyone has it. With so many people in Feiyu Sect, how could they possibly be prepared?
Only gifts were prepared for the peak masters and their direct disciples, all of whom had been dealt with frequently in Feiyu Sect before.
The gift for the child He Lekang was made by Yan Xia and his mother. It can’t be considered as made. Strictly speaking, it should be considered as written by them. In fact, it is just a storybook.
When Yan Ji and Yan Feiyue were bored in the carriage, they would usually play chess, which requires the brain.
Yan Xia didn't really want to use his brain. Besides, if he used his brain, he would not be able to win against his father and his elder brother. The brains produced by the bureau were also very precise in calculating the chess game.
Fortunately, he got together with his mother, and they made up several melodramatic stories one after another. Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai were very steady when flying, and they had no problem taking out a table and writing on the carriage.
After more than a month, I actually wrote two or three books. Not many, but they are wonderful enough.
He Lekang's face turned red again when he received the gift. These were gifts written by the two elders themselves, and his master didn't even have one.
Her rosy face looked so rosy that it made people want to pinch it. Su Wenyin raised her hand slightly and then put it down, restraining herself.
This is not a three-year-old child, but a talented young disciple of Feiyu Sect. It is impossible to pinch his face. Su Wenyin finally admonished him like an elder: "Just watch him normally, don't delay your practice."
He Lekang cupped his hands and said, "I will follow the elder's instructions."
He seemed very obedient, but that night, the child was caught red-handed by Peak Master Xia Shuang while hiding behind a mountain reading a storybook.
At that time, Yan Xia and his family were listening to the master of Zhengyang Peak talking about the process of the exchange competition.
It was already getting a little dark. After they came out of the kitchen, they walked all the way and soon arrived at the rockery.
Yan Xia was walking in front and saw the scene ahead first.
I don't know how long Peak Master Xia Shuang and He Lekang have been standing there. The two of them are flipping through a storybook together. Judging from their progress, they should be almost finished.
When Yan Xia and the others arrived, the last page had just been turned. Before He Lekang could move his hands to put the notebook away, the notebook in his hand fell into another pair of hands, and the other notebook in his sleeve was taken away by Peak Master Xia Shuang.
Xia Shuangfeng said righteously, "I will keep this book for you. You are still young, and your most urgent task is to practice. You can't indulge in such mundane things. I am old, and I may die someday. Please read it first, and I will give it to you after you finish reading it."
He Lekang, who had only finished reading one of the books and wanted to read it again, said: “…………”
The uncle who was in the Nascent Soul stage was indeed a bit old, but how could he just disappear like that?
Because the two were in their own sect and were focused on the book, they relaxed their attention and did not notice the people who appeared behind them at all. It was only after the leader of Zhengyang Peak coughed twice to remind them that the two turned their heads and looked over.
The leader of Zhengyang Peak clenched his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed again: "Junior sister, why are you here bullying my little disciple for no reason?"
Peak Master Xia Shuang nodded and greeted Su Wenyin and the others before saying with a smile, "Brother, what you said is not right. How can it be called bullying? I am doing this for the good of my nephew, so that he can have more time to practice."
The master of Zhengyang Peak smiled and said, "You don't need to practice?"
Peak Master Xia Shuang was very shameless: "I am too old to practice anymore."
The Master of Zhengyang Peak: "You should tell this to the head brother."
Peak Master Xia Shuang curled his lips. If the head senior brother knew about this, he would be nagging for half an hour.
Peak Master Xia Shuang looked at Peak Master Zheng Yang, then at He Lekang, and finally handed the book they had just finished reading to He Lekang. As for the other new book, it would be okay for her, as the uncle, to see it first.
Seeing the other party's reluctant look, Su Wenyin smiled: "Do you like him so much?"
Master Xia Shuangfeng nodded vigorously: "I have never read such a moving book."
Yan Xia chuckled with his eyelids drooping. Isn't it very heart-wrenching? It contains all kinds of bloody stories that he had heard in his previous life. For the Hunyuan Continent where there are not many entertainment programs, this kind of storyline is indeed very exciting.
Su Wenyin took out a book from her ring and said, "Actually, there is another one, but it's not finished yet."
When Master Xia Shuangfeng saw the new book, his face was filled with surprise: "Is it for me?"
As for Su Wenyin's next sentence, she simply ignored it.
Su Wenyin nodded: "If you like it, take it and have a look first."
Peak Master Xia Shuang took it and said, "I'll go back and take a look!"
Yan Xia looked at the other person's surprised expression, wondering if he should give him a warning...
He and his mother haven't finished writing this book yet, and it's still a pit. You'll be scratching your head if you read half of it and there's no ending.
Unfortunately, before he could finish his reminder, Peak Master Xia Shuang left.
Yan Xia looked at her own mother. Su Wenyin felt her son's gaze and replied calmly, "It doesn't matter. I can make it up for her."
Yan Xia gave his mother a thumbs up. His mother was the most awesome.
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Maybe tonight was not suitable for wandering around, after Peak Master Xia Shuang and He Lekang returned to their own caves, they met Taoist Master Song Yuan of the Wuji Sect halfway through their journey.
This Taoist priest is a very sincere man, and he always does what he says. When he first came to Feiyu Sect, he said that he came to explore the way for the exchange competition, and then he really stayed in Feiyu Sect for two or three months.
It was during this encounter that Yan Xia realized that the problem of the unstable alchemy form of the Lord of Zhengyang Peak had been exposed, and the problem of the unstable form of the Bodhi Holy Fire had even escalated.
Now it is no longer bound by the forms they originally saw. After seeing more of the world, it has its own new ideas.
I learned from the master of Zhengyang Peak that he was accidentally spotted by Taoist Master Songyuan one afternoon.
At that time, he was teaching his three disciples to make elixirs in the main hall. When Taoist Songyuan came to find him, the furnace was just about to be started.
When the furnace top was opened and the white smoke dissipated, Taoist Songyuan came in. He was shocked when he took an inadvertent glance and exclaimed, "Why is your pill in such a mess?"
The master of Zhengyang Peak and his three disciples at that time: "…………"
Why does this sound like an insult?!
Although Taoist Songyuan spoke without restraint when he exclaimed, he was indeed not wrong. The pill in this furnace did contain a small chicken-like substance.
This was not the first time that the head of Zhengyang Peak had encountered such a situation. He was very calm and even had the interest to joke with others: "Doesn't this look even more delicious?"
Taoist Priest Songyuan: “…………”
Why should we care about whether a pill tastes good or not?
But this is not the point. The point is that he has lived for hundreds of years and has never seen such a strange and bizarre elixir.
How could he let go of such a rare thing? After Taoist Master Songyuan’s relentless pursuit, he found out that his old friend had been facing this problem for quite a long time.
At first, it was a round cake, but later, with the help of a mold, it could be made into various cute shapes. Now, it has developed into chicken and fish shapes...
As the shapes become more and more novel, the rate of producing top-grade pills is also higher. The original probability was 90%, but now it is estimated to be around 95%, 97% or 98%.
Taoist Songyuan, who was only focused on laughing at the other party's elixir form, could no longer laugh. He was so jealous looking at the other party's Bodhi Holy Fire.
The production rate of top-grade pills is 97% to 80%, which is equivalent to 10% when rounded off.
If the Master of Zhengyang Peak continues like this, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the number one alchemist in Hunyuan Continent.
As long as the pill works, no one cares what form it takes.
After explaining what happened twenty days ago, Taoist Master Song Yuan asked Su Wenyin sincerely, "Did the elders encounter any rare treasures during this long journey?"
The desire in his eyes expressed another meaning...
No matter the price, he will buy it! !
Taoist Songyuan continued to look expectant. He had inquired before and found out that several elders did not care about these rare treasures and sold them casually.
Wasn't it his little disciple who helped Zhengyang to determine the Holy Bodhi Fire with his quick eyes and hands? !
Unfortunately, the Holy Fire was something that could only be found by chance and there was no place to buy it even if he wanted it. He could only pin his hopes on the elders who had just returned from their trip.
This is also the reason why he came to Zhengyang Peak first. As far as he knows, there are many people who have the same idea. The first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer the consequences.
Unfortunately, Taoist Songyuan was destined to be disappointed. Yan Xia and his men did have things to sell, but there was no such thing as the holy fire.
The number of these things in Hunyuan Continent can be counted on one hand. It is incredible luck to encounter one once. How can you encounter the second one after being out for more than a month?
After hearing several elders say that there was none, Taoist Master Songyuan was just a little disappointed but not discouraged. In fact, he knew in his heart that this thing was not so easy to find.
Although there is no holy fire or anything like that, there are plenty of other things. Yan Xia and the others were originally planning to sell them, and now that Taoist Songyuan has brought it up, they can just sell some of them first.
However, Yan Xia underestimated the purchasing power of the masters of the big sects. After they told him what they wanted to sell, they were both in the same state. The whole process...
I want this one, and I want this one too! Don't fight me for this one, I just need it.
There was an inexplicable feeling of a nouveau riche entering a shopping mall, and the two of them exuded an aura of being well-off.
Yan Xia said earnestly: "Please consume rationally, Taoist priests."
The Master of Zhengyang Peak and Taoist Priest Songyuan said in unison: "Very rational."
Yan Xia: “…………”
Okay, if people want to buy it, there’s no reason for them not to sell it.
The items that were originally planned to be sold slowly over two or three days were now sold out in a short while. If he didn't know the character of the two Taoist priests, he would have suspected that the other party wanted to give the items to the middlemen to make a profit from the difference.
There may not be any profit from the price difference, but there may be some favors to be done.
For example, the master of Zhengyang Peak bought a lot of materials used for refining equipment, probably prepared for the master of Xiashuang Peak.
All the things to be sold were sold out, and the Yan Xia family had nothing to do for the next two or three days.
Su Wenyin was pulled by Peak Master Xia Shuang to talk about the half-written notebook, while Yan Ji and Yan Feiyue were playing chess with some Taoist priests.
Yan Xia didn't know what was so good about this, he didn't like it.
Out of boredom, Yan Xia wandered around and ended up at the place where the Feiyu Sect raised flying horses.
I haven't seen Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai for a day or two, and I miss them very much. Halfway through the journey, Yan Xia was still wondering whether this wild horse Xiao Hei could get along well with other horses.
But when he got there, he found that his worries were justified. Xiao Hei was really excluded by the other Flying Ponies.
Fortunately, Xiaobai still sticks close to it, and the two horses love each other and don't care about the other horse's life or death.
Yan Xia stood next to the two young disciples who were in charge of taking care of the flying horses. He heard that there were relatively few females among this group of flying horses, and Xiaobai was the most beautiful one among them.
So the other horses were inevitably a little bit repulsive to Xiao Hei, but they just disliked him and no fights occurred.
Yan Xia nodded repeatedly after hearing this.
I see, isn't this equivalent to...
The class beauty came back from summer vacation, and her classmates found out that their goddess was dating an uneducated pretty boy outside.
Then this pretty boy transferred to our class, and the two of them were so affectionate and loving every day, which really pissed off everyone around them.
Apart from this, the herd of horses was relatively harmonious, and Yan Xia turned his attention to the mother and son of the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon.
These two white fluffy ones look pretty happy too. Originally they only had Xiaobai's horse's back to sleep on, but now they have a group of horses' backs to sleep on.
You can find food by yourself, and the two little disciples will feed you sometimes.
It was at this time that Yan Xia discovered that the hair of the two young disciples who were in charge of raising the flying horses had turned white.
He was so used to seeing white hair on his family members that he didn’t react when he suddenly saw white hair on other people.
Yan Xia asked with concern: "Were you bitten too?"
One of the little disciples scratched his white fur, his tone full of confusion: "Well, they seem to like biting people very much, even though they are usually very close to people."
Yan Xia fell silent as he remembered something.
Could it be that these two white furry creatures... are still thinking about the fact that their brother bit them on his own initiative?
In fact, the monster's memory is really good.
Seeing that the two humans were diligently feeding her and her cub, the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon mother thanked them...
It gave people a big bite.
Humans like to be bitten by them, they know it! And they remember it!!
These two weren't bad either, could have had a few more bites!
Yan Xia, who discovered the truth, patted the two young disciples on the shoulder in encouragement, then flew away on his sword.
The two young disciples were left behind, happy that they were encouraged by Elder Zixia, but at the same time, they were filled with doubts...
Isn't it said that white-feathered nine-tailed raccoons bite people because they don't like humans to get close to them? Why do these two brought back by the elders bite harder and get closer to people?
The young disciple scratched his hair, he just couldn't figure it out, so he decided to just focus on raising horses.
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Two or three days passed quickly, and with Feiyu Sect preparing with drums and gongs, the exchange competition finally arrived.
The exchange competition, which is held only once every fifty years, attracted far more people than the previous promotion ceremonies of Sect Master Yang Yan and Peak Master Zheng Yang.
Almost every sect is led by an elder with high cultivation level, and there may be one or two peak masters or similar figures under him.
Finally, there are the teams of young disciples who are needed to participate in the exchange competition. This includes the direct disciples of the masters of each sect, as well as the talented outer disciples selected by each sect.
Generally speaking, these outer disciples who are brought out are only one step away from being accepted as personal disciples.
So everyone takes it very seriously. It happens once every fifty years, so the time is neither long nor short. Everyone hopes to learn something by participating in the exchange competition.
In addition, the fact that several elders were in Feiyu Sect led to more people coming to the sect. Feiyu Sect suddenly became unprecedentedly lively, with people everywhere in the sky and on the ground.
You have to be careful when flying in the air to avoid accidentally bumping into others. You won't get hurt, but it will be embarrassing.
The exchange competition will last for many days, so of course accommodation needs to be arranged during that time.
Zhengyang Peak received people from Wuji Sect and another sect. Before the competition officially started, these people were naturally taken to the residence prepared for them.
Zhengyang Peak, which is usually relatively quiet, suddenly became bustling with people.
Yan Xiafei watched from mid-air for a while. The outsiders just stared blankly, and there was nothing interesting to see except for looking at it curiously.
What’s funny is that this kid He Lekang hasn’t left his cave since this morning.
It's just like the Chinese New Year in my previous life, when a bunch of relatives came to my house and I locked myself in the house. My mind was probably occupied by "follow the crowd".
Fortunately, he didn't have any parents who asked him to go out and call his relatives. The master of Zhengyang Peak had always been tolerant and cooperative towards his little disciple, and he was a role model among parents.
After the guests were settled, the exchange competition officially began the next day.
This exchange competition was divided into two parts. The first three days were all about exchanges, which in layman's terms meant only talking about theory without doing anything. Everyone sat together and talked about ideas and shared their experiences.
The actual combat part will be held in the next few days. As the host sect, Feiyu Sect has also prepared rewards for the disciples who win the competition.
The prizes were quite generous, so after three days of theoretical exchanges, when the practical part came, everyone was visibly ready to go. Whether there was a prize or not was probably secondary, the most important thing was that winning would bring honor to the sect.
On this day, the competition was halfway through.
The competition held in the morning was among cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage. The highest level of cultivation among those participating in this competition was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
Those who have reached the Nascent Soul Stage and the Spirit Transformation Stage are already considered the masters of a peak in some sects. They are not of the same generation as the younger disciples, so naturally they will not come to participate in such a competition.
In fact, after entering the Nascent Soul stage, one can accept disciples, but is no longer considered to be of the same generation as cultivators in the Golden Core stage or below. However, accepting disciples is a test of fate. Many cultivators who have just entered the Nascent Soul stage are like people who have just graduated from school and entered the society and still feel that they are students.
To put it simply, the cultivation level has reached that point, but the mentality has not.
In response to this situation, during the competition, Nascent Soul cultivators who have not accepted any disciples will generally be included in the competition.
Just like the early Nascent Soul stage competition that Yan Xia is seeing now, Pei Xian is in it.
Her opponent is Taoist Rong Su, the second disciple of the Wuji Sect's leader. The two have the same cultivation level and are both disciples directly taught by the sect's leader, so this competition naturally attracted a lot of attention.
Before the show started, there were already a lot of people standing outside the venue.
Of course Yan Xia would be there wherever there was excitement. He pulled his mother to stand next to Sect Master Yang Yan and happily got the best viewing seat.
Yan Xia looked at Pei Xian, who was so heroic on the field like a female knight who robbed the rich and helped the poor, and then he remembered that since they left the secret realm, except for the time when she survived the thunder tribulation, they had not seen Pei Xian for a long time.
A few days ago, the gifts that she brought were collected by her senior brother He Huarong. I heard that she had been in seclusion for more than a month after that breakthrough, saying that she wanted to consolidate herself. I can only say that she is worthy of being the eldest senior sister and has high demands on herself.
The results of more than a month of seclusion were still very significant. For example, at this moment, after Pei Xian and Rong Su officially started fighting, after more than ten moves, Rong Su was visibly at a disadvantage.
But the disciple taught directly by the head of the Wuji Sect also had his own backup plan. There were more than a dozen rounds of swordplay and the two men fought to a standstill.
Outside the arena, Wuji Sect Taoist Master Song Yuan looked at Sect Master Yang Yan with envy and jealousy: "Junior Brother Pei Xian's cultivation has improved a lot."
I'm so envious! His two disciples are still a long way from the Nascent Soul stage, but they were both accepted as disciples at about the same time. Look at other people's disciples, they can accept disciples themselves.
It's really frustrating to compare yourself with others.
Sect Master Yang Yan laughed and said, "Master Song Yuan, you are too kind. My swordsmanship is still a little rough and needs to be improved."
Taoist Songyuan stared at the other person's brilliant smile: "…………"
When you say this, it will be more credible if you stop smiling.
The two of them exchanged verbal attacks for a while, and after the struggle, Rong Su was obviously no match for Pei Xian.
On the other hand, although Pei Xian looked exhausted, he was still handling each move with ease.
Inside the arena, Pei Xianfei exerted force, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Rong Su's neck. Seeing that Rong Su was about to be injured, several exclamations were heard outside the arena.
Although this kind of competition will not be fatal, everyone will try their best and injuries are common.
Just when everyone thought Rong Su couldn't dodge this time, the white figure suddenly turned around, dodged Pei Xian's sword, and then stepped on his own sword and flew up in a spiral...
ran away.
Circle after circle, like a tornado.
Inside the arena, Pei Xian, who had never thought that the opponent would use such a trick, stood there in a daze for a moment, with a corner of her hair and the hem of her clothes blown up by the wind brought by the opponent's spiral rise.
Outside the venue, everyone was stunned.
Two seconds later, everyone turned their eyes to Yan Xia's family standing next to Sect Master Yang Yan.
Yan Xia: “…………”
He also didn't expect that someone would learn this thing! What's so good about learning this! !
Yan Xia also raised his head and looked at the young Taoist Rong Su who was spiraling upward.
At this moment, the man had stopped, standing on the sword in mid-air. I don't know how many times he had practiced privately, but this time he was obviously a little anxious and a little fast, which caused him to be a little unstable. After a few swayings, he made a loud noise...
yue! !
The sound was so loud that everyone underground could hear it.
Taoist Song Yuan covered his face, not wanting to admit that it was his nephew. Was his head brother not here because he had seen his disciple's behavior in private? !
He deserves death for not telling him! !
The other disciples were secretly thinking...
It seems that this move is not easy to learn. Even the disciple taught directly by the leader of Wuji Sect could not stand steadily after spiraling up. They should not try it.
Yan Xia, who heard this familiar voice, said: “…………”
I can only say that learning everything will only harm you.
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