Ye Lan agreed to the matchmaking meeting so easily that Nan Xu was stunned.
The last time it was held was ten years ago. Their elders felt that if the clan leader continued to be a crazy cultivator, he might be lonely for the rest of his life, so they did it without consulting anyone else.
As a result, when Ye Lan arrived that day, he started a fight without saying a word and even took part in it himself.
It is conceivable how badly those ancient warriors dressed like peacocks were beaten. For a long time, Xuanzong had a bad reputation because of this.
So when she proposed to hold a second matchmaking meeting, Nan Xu felt that Ye Lan would reject it.
I never thought that she agreed so readily.
"Clan leader." Nan Xu was a little confused now, and asked hesitantly, "Is it because of Xiao Yunting's matter..."
"Are you giving up on yourself?" Ye Lan finished the rest of her sentence, looking up at her with amusement. He paused and said, "Since the revival of spiritual energy, the immortal cultivation sects in the world have never gathered together. I would like to take this opportunity to hold a lecture in Xuanzong, teaching the orthodox techniques for beginners of ancient martial arts, as well as the specific stages of immortal cultivation in the future."
Hearing this, Nan Xu was stunned, and then she understood Ye Lan's intention.
Indeed, if all the major sects were to be summoned in the name of Emperor Xuanzong, it would inevitably give rise to the suspicion of one party dominating the sect, which could easily lead to conflicts given the mixed quality of the cultivators today.
But if we use the name of a matchmaking conference, there will be more people participating.
After all, the position of Xuanzong's clan husband is a hot commodity.
However, "each family's martial arts has never been passed on to outsiders. Do we have to do this?" Nan Xu was puzzled.
"It's true that keeping the technique secret is a rule passed down by our ancestors, but it no longer applies to the current situation." Ye Lan's clear eyes were filled with clarity as he explained calmly, "The sudden resurgence of spiritual energy will inevitably lead to unrest, the emergence of demons, and the spread of sorcery. This is what I should have done seven years ago. Delaying it until today has already led to many bitter consequences. I can no longer sit idly by."
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Nan Xu was silent, pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she held it back.
It was obvious that all this was for the future of the ancient martial arts world. Ye Lan almost died because of it, but in the end he still had to bear so many consequences.
She refused to accept.
This is why she cannot be the patriarch.
Because she doesn't have such a broad mind to bear the divine power and great love of the chosen one, sometimes this requires eliminating humanity.
Looking at Ye Lan's calm face, she could only sigh secretly in her heart, "Okay, I will try my best to notify more people to come over."
"Yeah." Ye Lan responded, lowered his eyes and continued writing.
Seeing how seriously she was drawing, Nan Xu walked over to the table and took a look. She discovered a strange creature on the paper. "Is this... a giant whale?"
Ye Lan finished the last stroke and shook his head, saying, "This is an ancient mythical beast. It's been in my memory since I woke up."
memory.
"Isn't that Senior Jiang's memory?" Nan Xu was surprised. She hadn't known that when Jiang Lan's soul vanished, he still left behind his memories. Turning to look at the other paper on the table covered with drawings of strange creatures, she gasped, "So these all really existed?"
Ye Lan nodded and pointed out a lifelike nine-tailed winged bird. "This is the initial form of the Nine Heavens Black Phoenix on Feitian Ferry. It took a thousand years to gestate and a hundred years to transform. Its nine-tailed feather fan can move mountains and seas and call down wind and rain."
But the Xuanfeng today is just a mutant, born from spiritual energy in a short period of time. Not only has it lost its nine tails, but its overwhelming demonic power has also degraded a lot.
Nan Xu felt a toothache after hearing this, and couldn't help but tremble with fear, "Fortunately, there aren't so many ancient creatures now, otherwise we would have a headache."
The human world has only begun to cultivate immortals on a large scale in recent years, and their strength is uneven. If they were to face a large ancient mythical beast, they would have no chance of winning.
Ye Lan lowered his eyes and said nothing, not as optimistic as Nan Xu.
Regardless of the fact that humans are latecomers in the natural system, if the things in the underground rivers absorb the spiritual energy, it will be enough to cause trouble for humans.
After the two of them discussed the marriage-recruiting meeting, Nan Xu prepared to go out.
Before leaving, Ye Lan remembered that Wu Heng was still staying at Xuanzong's house, "Let him go out with me."
Going out?
Nan Xu was stunned again, "But the clan leader won't attend the marriage conference?"
"It's just a cover, you guys can handle it." Ye Lan shook his head and refused. He had no intention of staying from the beginning. "Besides, it's not appropriate for me to show up now in this state."
At that time, Ye Lan was the strongest man in the world, the pillar of Xuanzong, the soul figure, and was able to dominate everyone.
But now she is at best a rookie, and even if she practices day and night, she is still a little behind. Instead of staying in the sect and being criticized, it is better to go out for a walk.
Just then, she found a list on the X forum and wanted to take a look.
Of course, she didn't tell the elders about this. In order to avoid mobilizing a large army and bringing a bunch of protection troops, she still only brought Wu Heng this time.
This mission was in Hong Kong. After landing, we took a plane and then a taxi.
Ye Lan was not in a hurry. He asked the driver to drive slowly along the way and observe whether there were any demons causing trouble.
Fortunately, the road was very clean, and even several areas had excellent feng shui.
The driver, a talkative uncle, saw this and said cheerfully, "Don't underestimate Hong Kong's small size. It's actually a place full of hidden talents. In recent years, the development of Xuanmen sects is no less than that of the mainland. Many wealthy businessmen over there have asked our masters to look at their homes' feng shui."
"If you need anything, pretty girl, I can introduce you to some great ones."
As he spoke, he started talking incessantly without waiting for Ye Lan to answer, and mentioned several people in great detail, such as the president of the association, the immortal Buddha's hand, and each one was more famous than the other.
After finally finishing the introduction, he took a sip of water and said with a smile, "But you have to make an appointment with these people, and you have to ask for help from others. They are not something that ordinary citizens like us can contact."
Wu Heng wanted to roll his eyes, thinking that it was useless to say anything.
The uncle simply wanted to show off until the car approached its destination and stopped in front of a detached mansion in Deep Water Bay.
"This place is where the richest families in Hong Kong live. Are these two beautiful girls and handsome boys coming here to stay with relatives or to find jobs?" He glanced at the two majestic stone lions in front of the mansion, and then at Ye Lan and Wu Heng in the back row who were dressed very ordinary, and couldn't help but make a guess.
I thought they were either here to work as servants or were poor relatives seeking refuge.
Seeing that he was talkative, Ye Lan politely replied, "Neither..."
The uncle was about to continue speaking when he saw a group of people coming out of the mansion. All of them were elderly men in Tang suits and long gowns.
When he looked more closely, he found that they were all the masters he had just boasted about in the car, and that he had to use connections to see them even if he had to make an appointment and queue up in line.
At this moment, Wu Heng was paying the fare. Ye Lan pushed the door open and got out of the car first. He walked calmly towards the open door and into the crowd. He stood with a group of masters, unperturbed by fame or disgrace.
It was not until the door closed again, completely blocking the view, that the driver started the car and left in a daze. Thinking of his shameless words just now, his old face suddenly turned red.
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