Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The drunk Taoist returned to his residence with a complicated expression.

The heroic Yang Jiu was scolding his nephew Yang Baoer.

Yang Baoer is one year older than Dugu Changfeng. The sixteen-year-old boy is already a handsome young man.

Because he is very handsome, he is very popular among young girls.

However, he seems to have a master.

Hanging out with that Yu Jian Jia all day long.

In the past, everyone thought that Yu Jianjia was Ning Xiangruo's eldest disciple. After last year's trip to the Sea of ​​Forgetfulness, the world finally learned that Yu Jianjia turned out to be a saint from the Pangu God Clan. .??.

For some unknown reason, after the Pangu tribe entered the human world, they kept Yu Jianjia in Cangyun Mountain.

Yu Jianjia gives the impression that she is just a harmless little girl, but in fact her cultivation level is much higher than that of her master Ning Xiangruo.

After all, have you ever seen any little girl who can take Xuan Ying's palm forcefully?

Yu Jianjia never meditated in Cangyun Mountain. She either ate or played with Yang Baoer every day.

As a result, Yang Baoer is already sixteen years old. He has practiced Taoism for seven or eight years, and his cultivation level is only at the early stage of Yuanshen.

Dugu Changfeng, who was one year younger than him and had been practicing for less time than him, left him behind by a long way.

Yang Jiu pointed at Yang Bao'er's forehead and said, "I've told you eight hundred times. If you have nothing to do, just meditate and practice, or practice Cangyun Sword Technique. It's better for you. When you farted, you went out to fool around with Yu Jianjia again! That's it! With your attitude toward cultivation, when will you reach the state of spiritual silence?

After practicing Taoism for so many years, I am still in the realm of Yuanshen... Your aunt and I have already achieved the realm of spiritual silence when I have been practicing Taoism for eight years. Can you please be a little bit proud? Don't think about things between men and women all day long. "

Yang Baoer is currently in a rebellious phase.

He muttered, "You are you, I am me, and I don't like to practice, let alone Jian Jia doesn't practice either..."

"Can you compare with Yu Jianjia? I don't know who she is. She is a saint of the Pangu tribe. She has Pangu blood and has a long history.

An old loli who has reached the peak of her life and lived for a thousand or two thousand years..."

"Uncle Nineteenth, you've had enough! I'm here!"

Yu Jianjia's voice came out of the kitchen, her mouth full of food and a plate of dumplings in her hand.

She swallowed the food in her mouth three times and said, "Although I have lived for a long time, according to the age ratio between our Pangu tribe and humans, I am not an old loli now, but a real little loli. "

Yang Jiujiu became annoyed when he saw her and said, "Yu Jianjia, I have told you many times that you are not suitable for our Bao'er."

Yu Jianjia said, "Why isn't it appropriate? Bao'er likes me, and I like him too. We are in love, and now you are beating up the mandarin ducks!"

"You insist on me explaining my words clearly, don't you? You are from the Pangu tribe. The Pangu tribe combines with humans and cannot give birth to children. Even if you give birth to a child, you will be cursed by blood like Pan Shishu and her mother."

"That's just right. I will definitely become the high priest of the Pangu tribe in the future. The high priest does not need to have children!"

"Bao'er is the only descendant of the ninth generation of our Yang family. You think our Yang family will be the last one! What a vicious woman!"

"You are the vicious one."

"You are vicious!"

"you!"

"you!"

…

The two women started arguing.

Xiaozhu, who was busy in the kitchen, had long been accustomed to the quarrel between the two.

Just at this time, the drunk Taoist walked in with a complicated expression on his face.

Seeing the two women arguing, his head got bigger.

Turn around and leave.

Yu Jianjia shouted, "Uncle Drunken Master

, the Nineteenth Junior Master bullied me! She broke up Boa and me. "

Yang Jiu said, "You're talking nonsense. I didn't bully you! I just asked Bao'er to get married and have children as soon as possible. As for you, you can't have children, so you can fill Bao'er's house."

"Filling a house? Not only did you bully me! You also humiliated me!"

This time the Yang family suffered heavy losses in the massacre in Hanyang City.

Yang Jiu also just returned from Hanyang City yesterday.

As soon as she came back, she saw Yang Baoer and Yu Jianjia having sex with each other, and she was furious.

The drunk Taoist could only smooth things over and said, "Oh, you two, please stop talking. Nineteen, you really are too. Isn't the relationship between Bao'er and Jian Jia quite good? When Bao'er grows up, let him go on his own." Let’s not interfere too much with our future life!”

Yu Jianjia held the dumplings and ran to Master Zui. She stretched out her left hand and pulled his arm, saying, "Uncle Zui Master loves us the most!"

After saying that, he made a face at Yang Jiu.

An angry Yang Jiu stomped his feet.

In the end, he had to twist Yang Baoer's ears and drag him back to the room.

When Yu Jianjia was at Cangyun Gate, she didn't have the airs of a saint at all.

Since her identity was exposed, she is not as cold as before and has already integrated into the big family of Cangyun Sect.

She diligently helped the drunk Taoist sit down on the deck chair in the yard, and also fed the drunk Taoist dumplings.

If the drunk Taoist is not in the mood to eat, let her eat.

Then the drunkard said, "I heard that you, Xiaoyou and the others went to Xifeng City to have fun the day before yesterday?"

"Yes, I also ate a lot of delicious food. I didn't go back to the mountain until late at night. It was so late!"

Suddenly, Yu Jianjia seemed to have thought of something and squatted next to Zui Taoist.

"Uncle Master, Jian Jia has something to do.

I want to ask you. "

"What's the matter?"

"Is there someone secretly practicing the art of undeath around here?"

The drunk Taoist frowned and said, "The art of undeath? What do you mean?"

Yu Jianjia said, "When we came back from Xifeng City that night, I found that there was a very weak aura of the dead around Xifeng City. I had felt this aura before Tianshui City was destroyed at the beginning of last year.

Master Yun and others said that there are hundreds of thousands of cultivators around Cangyun Mountain, and there may be one or two highly skilled undead masters or ghost masters nearby.

I can feel that although the aura is weak, its essence is extremely powerful, and it is definitely above the Xumi realm.

I have been in the human world for so long, and I have never heard of any undead masters in the Xumi realm in the human world except Xuanying. The Xumi masters in the ghost realm, except for the ghost king Xue Tian in the underworld, it seems that no ghost cultivators in the human world have reached this realm."

When the drunk Taoist heard this, his old face changed slightly.

"Is there such a thing? Are you sure you feel it right?"

"Look at what you said, Uncle Master, are you still doubting me? I am the goddess of the Pangu clan, I can't feel it wrong, and not only can I feel it, the ghost girl also felt it that night.

There was no such aura in Xifeng City before, at least I didn't feel it when I came back from Xifeng City a month ago.

This aura has only appeared in the past month."

The drunk Taoist seemed very interested in this matter and asked, "Can you tell me more about that aura."

"It's hard to say, it seems that there are many kinds of auras mixed together, including the ghost aura of the netherworld, the aura of the dead, and the evil aura of the earth veins, like a pot of hodgepodge."

The drunk Taoist slowly stood up from the recliner.

His expression was serious and solemn, and his turbid eyes seemed to be full of shock and worry.