After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The road in the middle was cleared, and there was no obstruction to the line of sight. The people of the Yunjing faction could naturally see the blue-clothed fairy walking towards him in front of them. After seeing their faces clearly, they were stunned for a moment, and then walked forward.

Immortal Lord Yiqing has an outstanding demeanor, a handsome appearance, and a model of aristocratic family in every gesture. It is natural for such a person to stand out among the crowd.

And standing next to him was a young son with exquisite appearance, clear eyes, and wearing a dark blue brocade dress. He must be the second son of the direct line of the Haoran Immortal Mansion that has never been shown to anyone.

An Renjie knew it in his heart, hurried up to greet him, and slightly saluted the banquet brocade.

"Immortal Yiqing has come from a long way, and I am welcome from afar." An Renjie had a polite and moderate smile on his face.

Yan Lin stood quietly behind Yan Jin, sizing up the people who came.

The attire of the Yunjing faction is relatively old-fashioned and has many restrictions. It requires the ultimate unity from head to toe. The wooden hairpins tie up all the hair neatly. The gray and white silk gauze clothes are a little lighter than their brocade clothes. Easy and comfortable, don't have a taste of returning to nature.

And their emphasis on bloodlines allowed them to distinguish the colors of their clothes very clearly.

The person who received him was light gray, a collateral lineage, with fairly regular facial features, slightly protruding eyes, and a thin body, giving people a feeling of insufficient energy and an embarrassing responsibility.

There is a wooden plaque with characters hanging on his waist.

He knew this person, the nephew of An Huaicheng, the second son of Yunjing faction, An Renjie, An Huaicheng's lackey and loyal supporter.

Everything in the Yunjing faction is based on bloodlines, and even the resources and aura needed for cultivation are allocated by it. This seemingly unreasonable system has lasted for thousands of years.Many times, outsiders would feel that it was unfair, although many great sects also had differences in the clothes of the direct descendants, but they would not be so harsh.

After all, if you really meet a talented junior, this iron rule will undoubtedly damage the good seedlings.

However, the Yunjing faction took it for granted and was deeply rooted.

They will even make a wooden sign and hang it around their waists, clearly telling you which bloodline he belongs to.

Everyone tacitly acquiesces and obeys.

"Mr. An is polite." Yan Jin's voice was as sweet as ever, especially after the comparison.

An Renjie looked up and down the Haoran Immortal Mansion's group of people carefully with his eyeballs, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and if he said: "I have heard the reputation of the Immortal Monarch many times, and seeing it today is as true as the rumors."

Regarding the direct bloodline, An Renjie has always flattered as much as he can.

Originally, he had no interest in the task of guarding the reception, and there were so many people and complicated things, so he might as well stay by his uncle's side, but now it seems that it is not bad to be able to meet and build relationships with the direct descendants.

"Mr. An's absurd praise." Yan Jin just lowered his eyes and nodded slightly, his tone was calm and unwavering, no different from his usual tone.

Yan Lin listened to them superficially, and looked for An Jinnian among the disciples of the Yunjing School behind An Renjie.

Checked the twenty or so people, inside and out, to make sure they were there.

It seems that even though he has a golden core cultivation base, it is still not his turn to be an outsider in such a scene of welcoming guests.

Afterwards, the group of them followed An Renjie away under the enthusiastic gazes of the surroundings, and went to the west area where the guests were resting.

Their front feet fell, and the next moment, the Yanjin was called away by the people of the Yunjing faction, saying that the master of the Yunjing faction needed to discuss with the representatives of the various sects about the start of the grand meeting tomorrow.

Before going out, Yan Jin gave him a warning look, signaling him to stay in the room obediently and not to move around casually.

Yan Lin didn't answer, just smiled at him.

When the people walked away, he turned his head to look at a certain stone man, only to find that the door had already been closed.

He raised his eyebrows and looked up at the sky. The sun was halfway down, and it happened that the sunset was just the afterglow. He walked out without thinking about it.

Because of the reason in his previous life, he is fairly familiar with the Yunjing Sect. The division of this sect is very clear. Several direct disciples live in Dongyuan, collateral and inner disciples live in Nanyuan, and low-status outer disciples live in In the outer courtyard, away from Sifangyuan.

To get to the outer courtyard, you need to pass through a large shallow grass forest, where many spiritual herbs are planted. These are taken care of by an 'outsider'. His feet are very light, and he has never touched even a trace of weeds beside the path.

After a while, a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus floated in the air, which was refreshing. There was a dilapidated courtyard at the end of the front.

He hid his breath and stood at the door.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, three inner disciples dressed in light gray stood at the front and roared ferociously at a person.

He is wearing a very light gray and white shirt, like light ink and white space, leaning against the tree trunk, the shadows and sunset of the branches are reflected on his white face, mysterious and gorgeous, his hands hang down by his side, slightly lowered head, with a silent expression, a feeling of being pushed over and still being bullied by others, the black feather-like eyelashes covered the glow in the eyes.

The flowers of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree were very small, and they would scatter all over the ground as soon as the breeze passed. A few snow-white flowers fell on the top of his dark hair.

"Why, weren't you very arrogant just now, you dared to look at me with that kind of look, now you think you'll be fine if you don't make a sound?!" The inner disciple who took the lead looked disgusted, and his attitude was arrogant and direct.

But the man didn't move, just leaned against the tree trunk silently.

Seeing that no one answered, the inner disciple looked impatient, and said again: "Let me tell you, don't think that you are great after being promoted to the Golden Core. Outsiders are always outsiders. At the beginning, the third lady picked you up because she saw you as pitiful. There is no place for you to stand in the school. If you are sensible, you will obediently be your handyman. If you are not..." He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a sinister tone: "We will kill you sooner or later—— "

The scolded person shrank back as if touched a little.

Yan Lin watched, couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and leaned against the door lightly, with his hands folded around his chest, which was very interesting.

Seeing his cowardly look, the inner disciple smiled sarcastically and was very satisfied: "Are you afraid? Be sensible, this grand event will help us back up. When we are in a good mood, we will reward you with something and won't treat you in vain your....."

After speaking, they glanced at it with satisfaction, and they said hello, and then turned around to leave, but at this time they found a person standing at the door.

"You are that—" The leader opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but the words stopped when he got to his mouth. Looking carefully, he found a young man standing opposite him, wearing a dark blue brocade coat with complicated gold patterns printed on it. , the noble air is overwhelming, and the more delicate face is like a jade carving.

This is not an ordinary disciple——

Dark blue brocade——

The direct descendant of Haoran Immortal Mansion....... The leader swallowed his throat, a little nervous, didn't everyone hear this!

Yan Lin looked away from someone, and looked at the light gray inner disciple, with a tense expression on his ordinary face, and the emotions inside were clearly visible.

He blinked his eyes very naturally, as if he had come to his senses, smiled and said softly: "Sorry, I just arrived at your school, and I accidentally lost my way, so I didn't intend to disturb everyone's chat."

Immortal cultivators have five senses and six senses that are already different from ordinary people, so how could there be talk of getting lost, and 'chatting'... The other party obviously wants to give them a step down, in this case, the fool will not leave!

"Yes, is it... The scenery here is really good... Ha, ha, the young master will go shopping again, we still have something to do, so we will leave first." The leading inner disciple was a little embarrassed, and his tone was dry. Haha, those who can't deal with it can only go first.After finishing speaking, the three walked a little faster, and left the yard after a few counts.

Yan Lin looked at the backs of them leaving in a hurry, looked away, turned his head sideways, and saw a pair of dark red eyes like red flames and glass, shining crimson in the red light of the sunset.

One leans his back against a tree trunk.

One stood by the door.

The two looked at each other for a long time, until a strong wind blew by, and the blue hairband fluttered with the black hair, the man stood up straight, with a fierce aura raging in the air, he stared, with the corners of his mouth raised.