Volume 1 Chapter 929 Flowing Wind

Chapter 929 Liu Feng

Just now, Master Xian was setting up the mess, and Fatty came to him to ask for someone, saying that his messenger was killed and the murderer was hiding in the Refining God Temple. Since the Refining God Temple is an important magic circle that seals the way to another mysterious place, it is under the jurisdiction of Master Xian, so Fatty did not dare to move without permission and went to Master Xian to get someone. It was just because his subordinates were killed that he was in a bad mood and was not very careful when he spoke.

Fatty was not careful, which made Master Xian a little unhappy. He was of lower status than Fatty, and they had no contact and had some minor conflicts. Now he was questioned by Fatty for no reason, and he had the heart to resist, so he had to confront him. So after entering the Refining God Temple, he would ask Zhang Pa if he wanted to go out. If he wanted to go out, Master Xian would not care. You can live or die, it is your own wrong choice, what does it have to do with me?

But Zhang Pa was too cautious and did not answer the question. Instead, he asked again and again, angering Master Xian and being caught. Later, Master Xian saw that Hai Ling was cute, and he took Zhang Pa, the crow, back to Xianjing with him, otherwise Zhang Pa would have been the next ghost ancestor.

Master Xian took Zhang Pa away, but Fatty naturally refused and followed him to ask for the murderer. Master Xian was very proud. If Fatty had said it in a nice way, the matter would have been done long ago. But Fatty felt good about himself, and after a quarrel, he ended up fighting, and then what happened in front of him happened.

Zhang Pa heard what Master Xian said, and he knew that he had taken advantage of Hai Ling to survive, so he stopped talking. But he couldn't help but ask a question: "Hai Ling can move freely, and the divine formation leaves, what should we do with the passage?"

Master Xian looked at him in surprise and said casually: "It's just a passage, what can't be sealed?"

This is the embodiment of strong strength, it's really awesome. Zhang Pa sighed secretly, and then asked: "Where is the Ghost Ancestor?"

Xian Gongzi shook his head and said: "You have so many questions. Why don't you ask me whether I won or lost the fight with Fatty just now?" Zhang Pa blushed and replied: "I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare."

Xian Gongzi said: "What's there to be afraid of? Are you worried that I will lose and afraid of angering me?" Zhang Pa replied yes. Xian Gongzi laughed and said: "You are honest. The guy who practiced magic was rescued by someone. Although I am too lazy to kill people, I am even more lazy to let him go."

"Ah? Rescued by someone? Who else would think of saving him?" Zhang Pa was surprised.

"Why are you asking about things you shouldn't know?" Xian Gongzi glanced at him, and then said: "Fatty and I are equally strong. He is just in a higher position than me. I have the advantage of location, and he can't beat me."

Zhang Pa heard the implication. He said that Fatty couldn't beat him, but he didn't say that he could beat Fatty. I think it was a draw, but he was embarrassed to say it directly to a junior like Zhang Pa.

He then thanked him solemnly: "Thank you for your help, young master."

Mr. Xian smiled and said: "You are quite sensible. I just can't understand why such a sensible person would kill the envoy of God? You don't know, that bastard Fatty is the most protective of his children. I can protect you this time, but I may not be able to protect you next time." After thinking for a while, he said: "However, as long as you stay in Xianjing honestly, he won't dare to come to your house to cause trouble."

Mr. Xian rarely talks to people. Zhang Pa just said a few words of thanks, and Mr. Xian's favor for him increased greatly, and he didn't ask him to take care of the flowers, plants and trees.

Zhang Pa thanked him again respectfully, but he was worried about the future. What should he do in the future? Will he hide in Xianjing all his life?

Hai Ling likes this place. He runs around happily in the vast wilderness and chases cute little animals. Seeing Hai Ling happy, Mr. Xian is also happy. He sits on the corridor with his knees hugged and looks over there.

After watching for a while, he made a gesture and a jade plate flew out of thin air and stopped beside him. On the plate were a pot and a cup, which were rare red warm jade. Xian Gongzi held the pot and gently poured it. A thick white liquid flowed out from the spout of the pot, with smoke rolling up and down, and even more spiritual energy. Soon, the liquid filled the wine glass. Xian Gongzi put down the jade pot, picked up the jade cup with his hand, put it to his lips and took a sip, then closed his eyes and savored it, looking intoxicated.

Xian Gongzi's clothes and food are not to be mentioned. His hands are white and transparent, and his fingers are slender and strong. With the red jade cup, there is white wine in the cup, and there is spiritual mist rolling at the mouth of the cup. It is really a beautiful scene.

Zhang Pa looked at Xian Gongzi, and then thought about his past behavior. Compared with him, he was like a silly boy who had never seen the world. Looking at his style, this is the posture of an immortal, elegant and out of the world.

Mr. Xian closed his eyes for a long time, and after he had completely digested the wine, he opened his eyes and said, "It's not that I won't give it to you, it's that you can't enjoy this blessing. This wine is called nectar, and it's not from this world."

It turns out that it's also wine, but this wine is much more precious than his own Wannian Lingjiu. Zhang Pa smiled and said, "Thank you for clearing up my doubts, senior." Mr. Xian smiled and said, "What doubts do you want to clear up? It's hypocritical. You clearly want to drink but can't, and you still thank me for clearing up your doubts?" Then he took another sip.

Seeing Mr. Xian so carefree and leisurely, even drinking for fun without tying up his hair after the battle, Zhang Pa envied this state and feeling. Everything doesn't matter, and everything doesn't matter. It seems that nothing in the world can be put in Mr. Xian's heart, which is more natural and casual than the Buddhist practice of severing emotions.

Zhang Pa was used to being casual in the past and had met countless masters, but no one had ever made him feel inferior like Master Xian. Even when he was chased by Yuanying masters when he was in the Jindan stage, he didn't think those people were so extraordinary. But in front of Master Xian, Zhang Pa understood for the first time what the gap was.

So there were two people on the pavilion, one sitting on the curved corridor surrounded by white mist, drinking, and the other sitting on the pavilion filled with mist and sighing. They each had their own things to do.

There is not much time to just relax and have fun. As soon as the white mist dissipated in front of his eyes, another handsome young master appeared in the pavilion. With a jade fan in his hand, he lit the idle young master and said: "You have a leisurely mind. Sijia will file a complaint with the inspector." , I want to report to my lord that you have brought the creatures from the lower world into the heaven, and the patrol is coming. "

Mr. Xian smiled and said: "He will also complain, so there is no need to be afraid, but do you need wine?"

"No, how does your wine compare with Fengya's? I'm used to drinking his wine, and if I drink yours again, how can I tell you that it's tasteless?" said the visitor.

"He is sick and always targets me. He won't give me any wine to drink. He has to go to Nanshan to ask for it from the magistrate. I just don't understand. We are all the same people. Why is he always angry with me?" Mr. Xian was angry. road.

The visitor chuckled: "Fengya told me that you offended him and he asked you to do something, but you firmly refused. Naturally, he would not give you a drink. But don't worry, drinking is a trivial matter. If Sijia really brings When the inspector comes, Fengya will always be on your side."

Mr. Xian said: "I know, I was just angry that he was stingy. Although I didn't do that thing, I prepared some things to apologize later, but the guy actually threw the things out and kicked me out again. It was really depressing."

"Haha, you can show your utmost elegance like this. I really admire you." After the visitor said this, he looked at Zhang Awei and asked: "Is this the person you brought back? He looks average and has even more qualifications. I can’t bear to see it, why bring him back?”

Zhang was afraid to listen to the two gods talking as if no one was around. He heard many new words, such as Nanshan, Dianguan, Fengya, and even heard that the person who came was talking about himself as worthless. The depression in his heart was so big that it was boundless, but he still had to He stood up and said politely: "Zhang is afraid that he has seen the young master."

He increasingly doesn't know where this place is. Anyway, it's different from the world he once lived in. There's nothing wrong with being careful, respectful, modest, and polite.

The visitor smiled softly, nodded and said, "You're quite sensible. My name is Liufeng. Is it fun here?"

Zhang Ain said: "When I first came here, all I saw was the lingering fairy spirit, but it was not as good as seeing other things. I don't know if it is fun here."

Liufeng was very satisfied with Zhang's attitude of being afraid of talking. He didn't say nice things or flatter the horses, nor did he pretend to be arrogant. He chuckled and said: "Xianjing is the most beautiful place in the thirty-three realms of heaven. If you have time, you can go more. Walk."

He only said one sentence, then turned to ask Mr. Xian: "What are you going to do?" There was no fear in his eyes, he just asked casually.

"What should I do? Nothing happened. The fat man is calling me because of his superiority. I'm not his envoy, so why should I listen to him?" Young Master Xian said.

Liufeng said: "I see, let me tell you, you are so worried about troublesome people, why would you provoke Sijia? In this case, it is really not a big deal. You can just talk to the patrol envoy. But how can he arrange it?" At this point , suddenly saw the sea spirit running and jumping in the wilderness in the distance, and said in surprise: "Ah! Did the divine thing descended from the sky also come from the lower realm this time?"

Mr. Xian said with a smile on his face: "Of course, when the master asked me to take care of this matter, I was still unwilling to do it. I just made a nine-counting formation and then ignored it. Later, I accidentally discovered that the nine-counting formation actually gave birth to a trance. I asked Dahei to ask two people to take care of the thing. Unexpectedly, after more than ten thousand years, the divine thing suddenly became wise and merged with the Nine Counting Formation, so I brought it back."

Liufeng smiled and shook his head and said: "No wonder you are willing to offend Sijia for a common man, and you are not afraid of the patrols making trouble for you. As long as you have this magical object and let the lord see it, everything will no longer be a problem." After a pause, he continued. : "Fengya seems to have a magical object. If you bring this magical object to see him, maybe we can settle the feud with you."

Mr. Xian shook his head and said: "I don't want to do it. How can the first of the thirty-three realms not have divine objects?"

Zhang Ping was very interested in listening to it at first. It turned out that the name of the Divine Formation of the Temple of Refining was the Nine Formations. It turned out that there was a lord above Young Master Xian. He was thinking that the world was really big and wonderful, when he suddenly heard the talk of divine objects, and he was immediately overwhelmed. Zhen, what do you mean? Raise sea spirits as gods? Even if he is a divine being, even if he is a divine being born without roots, he is still a living being, so why should his destiny be influenced by others.

But he knew nothing about this place. Even if he had all kinds of thoughts, he had no clue. How could he leave this place and face Sijia? How can one escape from the restraints of an idle young man? These piles of problems are swirling in my mind. After thinking about it, there is always no solution, and I feel very powerless.