Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

The two returned to the pavilions on the stone wall, only to find that there was no one there.

The martial arts square was restricted by the formation and blocked the detection of spiritual consciousness. Ji Lingyu did not know when Mrs. Xiaoyao and others left.

Xiaoyaomeng didn't seem to be in high spirits at this time. She said calmly: "Ji Lingyu, you go to the front hall to meet my mother and Sister Feng. I will go back to the back bedroom by myself."

After saying that, without waiting for any reaction from him, he walked away and disappeared from the pavilion in a moment.

Ji Lingyu wanted to say something, but found that nothing could be said.

It seems that Xiaoyaomeng is quite abnormal today, not like the innocent young lady she used to be.

He composed himself and went to the front hall where he was before.

When I returned to the front hall, I saw that only Mrs. Xiaoyao was sitting on the right chair.

He didn't know what happened, why everyone left.

It seems that Mrs. Xiaoyao is looking for something to do with herself.

"I've seen my seniors. Fellow Taoist Wu Shan's earth-based sword techniques are so powerful that the juniors can't match them, so they had to use the body escape technique to delay, making the seniors laugh."

Mrs. Xiaoyao raised her eyes and stared at him for a moment, then said: "You still have some secret skills that you haven't activated this time. Why is this blood-red aura in your body a bit like the Demonic Blood Spirit Hall technique?"

Ji Lingyu was shocked, but his expression did not change at all.

"I don't know if this is the secret technique of the Blood Spirit Palace. I only know that it was stolen from an elder in the middle stage of the Golden Core of the Blood Spirit Palace. It fits well with me, so I practiced this technique."

Mrs. Xiaoyao thought for a moment, then shook her head and said: "There is nothing wrong with practicing powerful magic techniques, but you must pay attention to the high-level monks of the Blood Spirit Palace. Now that there is a grand competition in the Imperial City of Zhongdu, there must be Nascent Soul monks participating in the Blood Spirit Palace. , what will you do when the skill is exposed?"

Ji Lingyu looked solemn, with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes.

"I will not give up such an opportunity. I am just adapting to the situation. As a senior of the demonic path, I will not directly attack this junior of the righteous path who is in the early stage of the golden elixir."

Mrs. Xiaoyao laughed out loud after hearing this.

"You are now equipped with demonic skills, both from the Blood Demon Sect and the Blood Spirit Palace. Any orthodox sect will think you are a demonic monk. Who will stand up for you? They are eager for the demon sect to fight among themselves."

"Then what did senior teach me?"

"But it's easy. As long as you join the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, become Senior Brother Meng'er, and be recorded in my husband's name as Master Xiaoyao Sword's personal disciple, no one will dare to say anything more, and no one will have any doubts about your identity as a righteous monk."

Ji Lingyu's eyes were filled with shock, and he could not calm down for a long time.

He murmured: "The direct disciple of Sword Master Xiaoyao?"

"Why do seniors like me so much? I'm just a casual cultivator in the early stages of Golden Core. How can I become a direct disciple of a great cultivator?"

Mrs. Xiaoyao looked solemn, her phoenix eyes fixed on the young man in white who bowed his head in front of the hall.

"Just say whether you are willing to become Senior Brother Meng'er and protect her for the rest of her life. There is no need to say anything else."

Ji Lingyu was silent for a long time, and then he suddenly raised his head and said resolutely, "Ji will definitely protect Fairy Xiaoyao for the rest of her life!"

"it is good!"

Mrs. Xiaoyao showed a bright smile, and her gorgeous face became even more dazzling.

"Since you have promised, I can also confide in you, as I told you before, this is a precautionary measure!"

She looked solemn again: "Do you know that the monsters from the East China Sea invade once every few hundred years?"

Ji Lingyu thought for a moment and then said: "I know something, isn't it that high-level demon cultivators are going to invade the East China Sea? Why is there still a tide of beasts?"

Mrs. Xiaoyao said slowly: "The low-level beast tide monsters are just driven to death by the demon cultivators, but the demon cultivators above the transformation level will be driven by the great demons in the realm of gods to come to the human Yuanying cultivators to fight for their lives. At that time, which major sect of the human race will No one can escape, this is a race war between humans and monsters, and they must send a large number of Nascent Soul monks to the East China Sea to resist the invasion of monsters!"

Ji Lingyu murmured in a low voice: "A great demon in the realm of gods? Can such a monster be resisted by Yuanying monks?"

"Of course there are old monsters who have hidden themselves from the world to deal with it, but this is not something you can care about. Even I can't reach it."

Ji Lingyu nodded and said nothing more, seeming to understand Mrs. Xiaoyao's intention.

"Okay, let's go make some preparations. Go find Meng'er for the magical alchemy furnace you want. I have already given it to her. This time you and Wu Shan will go to the Zhongdu Imperial City event to represent the Xiaoyao Sword Sect in the competition."

"Yes, Master!"

When Mrs. Xiaoyao saw him calling him that, her expression was incomprehensible, her eyes were wandering, she didn't know what she was thinking, so she just waved her hand.

Ji Lingyu saw that the beautiful woman in white didn't show any expression and slowly retreated.

When he came out of the hall, he saw a figure in white outside the palace, standing with his back to him in the wooden corridor where he came from. Even though he was several miles away, he recognized it as the Seventh Young Master.

I was a little confused, what was she doing standing there?

He stepped forward and was about to say something.

But he heard the Seventh Young Master turning his back to him and saying: "Since Daoist Fellow Ji has already met Madam Xiaoyao, he must have had the opportunity to compete, so I would like to wish you all the best to move forward bravely and win the place in the secret realm trial. See you in the Royal Secret Realm."

Ji Lingyu asked: "How do you know, Seventh Young Master, that I can get a ranking in the competition?"

"I have a premonition that fellow Taoist can do it, and I trust my own intuition, so I gave this ancient flying sword refined with fire phoenix feathers to fellow daoist first to help fellow daoist. Don't let anyone down."

She threw a flaming red flying sword about a foot long with her backhand. Ji Lingyu caught it with his left hand and looked at it carefully.

This sword is fiery red in color, has a simple and unpretentious shape, and looks unremarkable.

It is only about a foot long, the blade is slender, the sword is double-edged, and it is extremely sharp. The hilt can only be held by one hand. There is no magic power remaining, and it seems that it has not been used for a long time.

Ji Lingyu looked at the white-clothed figure in front of him again, and said solemnly: "Seventh Young Master has such trust in me, I will certainly live up to my expectations. Whoever dares to stand in my way on the fighting platform will be killed with this sword."

These words were overflowing with heroism, contrary to his cautious nature, which was to keep things under control.

The left hand technique changed, and the long-lasting fire-red flying sword was put into his sleeve.

The Seventh Young Master just nodded and said nothing more. He turned around, walked into the hall behind him, and disappeared without a trace.

Ji Lingyu stood stunned for a moment, wondering why her back was always turned to him.

But he shook his head again, unable to understand.

He looked towards the black wooden corridor ahead and stepped forward out of the inner palace of the imperial city.

Arriving in front of the city gate, I saw black-clad monks guarding the place in the late stage of foundation building.

Ji Lingyu took out the yellow token that Mrs. Xiaoyao had given her before.

The guard captain opened the formation restriction with a respectful expression, and the gray light curtain barrier in front of the city gate disappeared without a trace.

"Senior, please! If you want to enter the inner city palace next time, just show this Xiaoyao Sword Sect token."

Ji Lingyu nodded, and with an expressionless face, he flashed out of the city gate.