Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

It has been snowing in Hengshan Mountain since two years ago. Regardless of the season, many people think it is a good omen, because as the saying goes, snow heralds a good harvest. Only the heads of each sect are aware of the crisis, because Hengshan Mountain is connected to spiritual veins, which are the source of spiritual energy for practitioners. However, the long-term snow cover on the mountain has weakened the spiritual veins, and the spiritual beasts and spiritual grass are gradually decreasing. If this continues, Cultivation of immortality is even more difficult.

In previous years, Hengshan Mountain was covered with greenery and full of vitality. Now the top of the mountain is covered with a thick layer of snow and the wind is biting, making it look even more depressed.

However, in a place where no one was paying attention, golden light emerged, and countless flowing rays of light gathered little by little.

At this moment, above Hengshan Mountain, a group of dark clouds piled up irregularly, the wind and clouds surged, and the sky and the earth were surrounded by darkness.

"Boom——"

There was loud thunder, and purple light and shadow rolled in the clouds, as if they were about to explode the sky.

This scene was watched by many people. Such a huge battle caused everyone to speculate whether any fellow Taoist was making a breakthrough in the tribulation.

In the cave, the woman sat cross-legged. She was surrounded by golden light and remained motionless.

There were bursts of thunder, black clouds enveloped the entire mountain, and countless purple lightnings gathered together and struck down the mountain.

I saw a crack suddenly appear on the blue light screen in the cave, and then another thunder fell, making the crack even bigger.

At this moment, the woman who was sitting cross-legged and meditating suddenly opened her eyes. At this moment, the golden light turned into a beam of light and shot straight into the sky. The light screen was completely shattered.

Ying Chuyan, who was far away in Qingyang Sect, looked at the beam of light silently, and finally there was a trace of fluctuation in his eyes that had been calm for three years.

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At noon, a disciple came to deliver rice paper, but found that there was no one in the hall, only the lingering smoke and calligraphy and paintings scattered on the floor.

At this time, in a small town hundreds of kilometers away from Hengshan, a drama of chasing each other was going on.

"Stop, stop!" The sturdy man held a wooden stick and chased the agile woman in green shirt in front of him without breathing.

Pedestrians on the street consciously dispersed to both sides of the road in order to avoid harming themselves. They were just curious spectators of the chase and had no idea of ​​what to do.

The town is not small, but the streets and alleys are similar. It is easy for non-locals to get lost in it. When the woman turned into a quiet alley, she successfully got rid of the big man behind her. She also forgot the way she came.

Seeing that no one was chasing after her, she patted her chest, took a breath, and looked around curiously as she walked. When she turned into a similar alley, a very pleasant voice sounded above her head.

"Is this fairy lost?"

An Ning was startled and quickly followed the sound, only to see a young man sitting on the old mottled brick wall.

The young man has a good appearance and a smile on his lips. He is wearing a blue brocade robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar. He holds a folding fan lightly in his hand, giving him the impression of a scholar in the academy.

Before she could say anything, he fell to the ground in a flash and looked directly at her.

Aning didn't intend to pay attention to him, and was about to find a way to escape when she heard the young man say: "I just saw people surrounding me outside. If the fairy wants to go out, maybe it's better to go somewhere else."

There were few pedestrians in the alley, probably because it was close to a residential area, and it seemed quiet. The other party didn't mean what he said, it seemed like he just said it casually, but Aning listened.

She looked at him for a moment without saying a word, then tapped her toes and jumped lightly onto the brick wall, and finally said "Thank you."

At that time, the breeze was blowing, and the woman's skirt was fluttering. She looked so good, and looking at her like this, she looked like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, about to take flight.

After leaving the alley, Aning came back to the street. This time she put on her hat honestly and didn't dare to stop when she saw something new and interesting.

After all, she had dropped something from the store before without knowing the seriousness of it. However, since she had just left the mountain and was penniless, she couldn't afford to pay for it, so she took the spiritual herbs collected from the mountains to compensate, but the store didn't admit the debt and insisted on her using it. She came to pay for the compensation, but when the negotiation failed, she ran away.

Aihara said that she had a special status and she wanted to keep a low profile this time. She could not reveal her cultivation unless absolutely necessary, so that was the scene where she was being chased.

Along the way, Aning noticed that there were more and more monks around, and they were all gathering in one place. She was a little curious and followed them.

But after walking a few steps, someone walked up behind her and walked with her.

"Did Fairy come to participate in the selection of Qingyang Sect?"

The man's voice was very familiar. An Ning turned her head and glanced at him, her delicate brows slightly frowning under her hat. Sure enough, it was the person she met in the alley, but she ignored her and just walked faster, but the person followed her like a piece of brown candy.

"Which fairy would you like to take as your master?"

"I heard that the disciples who pass the selection this year will have the opportunity to become the disciple of the head of the Qingyang Sect. Do you want to be the disciple of the head of the Qingyang Sect?"

As the other party talked nonchalantly, Aning stopped and looked at the young man holding a folding fan through his hat, "I didn't want to become a disciple, I just went to join in the fun."

"What a coincidence, I'm here to join in the fun." The young man clapped his hands and continued talking.

He knew a lot, and there was almost nothing he didn't know. Gradually, Aning began to talk to him.