I can't die anyway [Quick Transmigration]

Under the Buddha Pagoda, many Xuanyang Sect disciples had already gathered.

The suzerain should have been greeted by more than three generations of disciples, but this time Bai Qingyuan made too much noise, which really shocked many people. Those disciples who were not qualified to stand under the tower stood far away in the tower courtyard In addition, even the monks who passed by this world and found the abnormal movement, and stopped far above the Xuanyang Palace, were discussing and waiting for the moment when Bai Qingyuan left the customs.

At this time, the violently fluctuating spiritual power has disappeared, leaving only the aftertaste still stirring in the air for a long time.Gu Yanzhi took Mu Youzhi to wander among these disciples.

He was wearing ordinary clothes that were different from Taoist priest's clothes, and his face was like a crown of jade, and his appearance was extraordinary. Even on such an occasion, he attracted the attention of many people.

But none of Xuanyangzong's disciples knew that this was a guest invited by Qingyuan Xianjun, who could live alone in Qingzhuyuan when Xianjun was in retreat.So when they looked at him, they often looked at him with curiosity and amazement.

But Gu Yanzhi stood among this group of people, completely unresponsive.

For a person like him who is extremely numb to life and death, it is quite difficult to care about the eyes and opinions of others.At this moment, he is just like everyone else, curious about what kind of thing Qingyuan Xianjun has hatched after working so hard for so long.

The gate of the Futu Pagoda opened silently from the inside to the outside. With the opening of the gate, the noise of some discourse and discussion outside the gate suddenly disappeared, and the courtyard, the sky and the earth became completely silent.

Everyone held their breath, and saw a tall and straight man in a white Taoist robe gradually appear at the opened door.This man's face is extremely handsome, with a straight face, he is not angry and pretentious, and his demeanor is cold, it is Bai Qingyuan.

"Welcome the Immortal Lord to leave the pass." On both sides of the Futu Pagoda, disciples of more than three generations of the Xuanyang Sect stood on both sides of the road according to their seniority, and saluted and congratulated the moment their suzerain appeared.

Qingyuan Xianjun still had an unsmiling and unsmiling appearance, showing no joy or sorrow on his face.

He stopped at the entrance of the pagoda, raised his hand to signal the crowd not to salute, and at the same time wandered around with those indifferent eyes that seemed to be looking down at the sky, not knowing what he was looking for.

The quiet needle dropping could be heard inside and outside the courtyard, and everyone was muttering in their hearts... With Xianjun's current attitude, he doesn't know if the treasure has been refined or not?

Suddenly, Mu Youzhi, who was squatting on Gu Yanzhi's shoulder and was silent with the crowd, stretched his slender neck and let out a cry.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Immortal Qing Yuan stepped forward with his white boots on his feet, with the corners of his clothes flying, passed through all the second and third generation disciples in the courtyard, walked out of the courtyard gate, and walked straight in the direction of Gu Yanzhi .

The disciples who were crowded outside and rarely had direct contact with Qingyuan Xianjun bowed their heads and retreated. Although they were all full of curiosity and desire, they wanted to see the suzerain's demeanor up close, but this was the respect of the younger generations of the same clan for the elders. , It is also the awe of the immortals who cultivate far beyond themselves.

The crowd backed away one after another, and only one person did not move, which made it particularly noticeable at first glance.

And Xianjun Qingyuan's footsteps stopped firmly in front of this person, which attracted the attention of all the disciples of Xuanyangzong.

Gu Yanzhi turned a deaf ear to the external environment.In this Xuanyang Palace, he only has Bai Qingyuan in his eyes.

"Did the egg hatch?"

Bai Qingyuan's eyes fell on him, as if he was the only one in the sky and on the earth: "Not yet, the situation is a bit complicated."

People who originally thought that Qingyuan Xianjun came out to find his own bird all felt that something was wrong.

Gu Yanzhi had already noticed that Bai Qingyuan's expression was wrong, and raised his eyebrows: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"Come with me..." As he said that, he lowered his head and naturally saw the fat duck he had just grabbed in Gu Yanzhi's hand.

This duck was raised in the cave with rich aura of Xuanyangzong. It drank the dew, inhaled the aura all the year round, ate the spiritual food, and heard the scriptures. There are so many Xuanyang Sect disciples, if Gu Yanzhi hadn't grabbed his neck, he would have screamed for help.

Seeing that the duck's eyes had turned white, Xianjun Qingyuan grabbed the duck helplessly from Gu Yanzhi's hand, and handed it over to a disciple not far away, asking him to help take care of it first.

The disciple quickly took the fat duck, and inadvertently raised his eyes to see the unconcealed connivance in their suzerain's eyes besides helplessness, so he didn't dare to neglect.

After Bai Qingyuan made the arrangements, he turned around in a flick of his sleeves, passed through the crowd again, and returned to the Buddha Pagoda.

Looking from afar, others could only feel that Qingyuan Xianjun's brows were full of sternness, but Gu Yanzhi, who was in close contact with him, could see his eyes flickering, full of excitement.

It is estimated that if Xianjun hadn't been paralyzed for many years, he would have laughed out loud at this moment.

Gu Yanzhi was curious about what happened, so he could only temporarily give up the idea of ​​making homemade eight-treasure ducks.

But he couldn't bear to part with this fat duck, so he had to show a smile to the disciple of Xuanyang Sect: "Then it will be a labor of honor for me to look after it."

Looking back and smiling, Baimei is in vain.Gu Yanzhi trotted to catch up with Bai Qingyuan's footsteps.

The surrounding sounds are slightly dry.

The gate of the Futu Pagoda is still open, and the inside is dark and faintly lighted, but the shape cannot be seen clearly when looking inside.Because the layer of seven-color transparent fairy energy like colored glaze still exists on the outside, everyone in the Xuanyang Sect still dare not get close to take a peek.

In fact, since their suzerain got this treasure and placed it in the pagoda, anyone among them can no longer spy or enter the pagoda.

However, at this moment, something amazing happened suddenly!

I saw that Qingyuan Xianjun stepped into the door first, and the people behind him stepped in without the slightest obstacle!

With a sound of "clang", the gate of the Stupa closed again.

Mu Youzhi squatted on Gu Yanzhi's shoulders, but was bounced outside the moment Gu Yanzhi entered the tower: "Squeaky?!!"