Fu Luan

The haze is full of smoke, and the auspicious clouds come out from the mountains.

The further you go, the more you can feel the aura in it.

A sending-off team is walking among the mountain roads, blowing and beating all the way, arching a red sedan chair in the middle, and going deeper into the sea of ​​clouds.

In the sedan chair, Le Wuyan casually threw off the hijab and opened the sedan chair curtain.

"Tired, take a rest first."

The matchmaker in front of her walked like flying, and turned a deaf ear to her.

A ball of red-orange flame rose from Le Wuyan's palm, which dispersed into dozens of fire beads and shot out quickly.

As soon as the matchmaker raised her hand, the fire beads became invisible behind her, not even touching a single corner of her clothes.

Le Wuyan: "..."

This body's cultivation base is too low, even one step short of foundation establishment. He has lived for 300 years before, and he has never been so useless.

The matchmaker retreated to the side of the sedan chair and didn't let anyone stop the sedan chair, as if she was in a hurry.

Twirling her waist, Lan Hua's finger was about to poke Le Wuyan's face: "Little Daoist, please bear with me, after passing Luoshui ahead, it is the territory of Taiyi Immortal Sect, where you can rest as you please."

Le Wuyan took a deep breath, resisting the urge to twist the man's neck: "Taiyi Xianzong?"

The matchmaker's heavily made-up face turned into a flower with a smile, and her voice was piercing and piercing: "The Immortal Venerable Mingzhi of the Taiyi Immortal Sect is the Taoist partner who is about to form a bond with the little fellow Daoist, and the fellow Daoist is lucky to have this marriage that everyone admires. "

Le Wuyan broke out of the sedan chair and ran away.

In the next moment, a red ribbon waved to his eyes, and then slid down his waist, wrapping him tightly like a water snake.

Le Wuyan fell to the ground in embarrassment, the matchmaker had teleported to his side, retracted the red silk, bent down to help him up, still smiling all over her face: "Oh, why are you so careless, fellow daoist?"

Le Wuyan gritted his teeth secretly. This matchmaker's cultivation was at least in the middle stage of foundation establishment. With his cultivation at the peak of the Mahayana stage in his previous life, such a low-level monk was no different from an ant, but now he fell into his hands.

The matchmaker helped him, and the two secretly competed.

Le Wuyan was at a disadvantage.

If he fights desperately, he has rich experience and methods in his previous life, and it is not impossible to beat this matchmaker by leapfrogging, but he is also a person who knows the current affairs.

So he sat back in the sedan chair again, and no longer wore the hijab. Across a curtain, Le Wuyan chatted with the matchmaker, saying that his memory was impaired, and asked about the reasons behind it.

"Little friend Daoist is an outer disciple of the Sifang Sect. He got the blue eyes of Mingzhi Immortal Venerable. The Immortal Venerable exchanged two high-grade spiritual weapons for the master of the Sifang Sect to promise you to the Immortal Venerable."

"Mingzhi Immortal Venerable is the only monk in the world who has reached the stage of transcending the catastrophe. He formed the alchemy at the age of 20, and became a baby when he was less than [-] years old. He is only over [-] years old. He is already a great power in the period of transcending the catastrophe. One step closer, such a genius has never existed in ancient times, and the little fellow Taoist can form a bond with the immortal, it is a blessing from the ancestral grave and eight lifetimes of cultivation."

"How many people are queuing up to marry Mingzhi Immortal Venerable. The Immortal Venerable has never looked at anyone directly, but he just fell in love with the little fellow daoist. If the little daoist friend can form a bond with the immortal reverend, the cultivation base will surely improve rapidly. I'm afraid it won't happen How long does it take, the little fellow daoist's ability will also improve by leaps and bounds, it really makes people envious."

The matchmaker was a talkative, frothy, and said everything Le Wuyan wanted to know.

Le Wuyan was speechless: "... I'm only worth two high-grade spiritual weapons?"

He has just touched his bones for the first time. This body must not be more than twenty years old, and it is already at the peak strength of the Qi Refining Stage. The layers are also very different.An outside disciple of a small sect can enter the ninth or even tenth level of Qi refining before the age of 20, which shows that this body has excellent innate conditions, at least double spiritual roots, or even a single spiritual root.

With such aptitude, not to mention a small sect, even a big fairy sect should be valued. As a result, he is not only an outer disciple, but was also exchanged by the sect master for two high-grade spirit weapons?

The master of this Sifangmen, his brain was kicked by a donkey, right?

The matchmaker seemed to guess what he was thinking, she covered her lips with a handkerchief and smiled: "Young fellow Daoist has a lot of secrets, he is clearly talented, but he is committed to a small sect like Sifangmen and hides his strength. Now he is going to enter Taiyi The door of Xianzong, but said that his memory is damaged..."

Le Wuyan was silent for a moment, the matchmaker seemed careless, but she was actually very shrewd.

But if this is the case, it makes sense, the little monk hides his strength, and the Sifang Sect doesn't know his ability, so he is just an ordinary outer sect disciple, so he can be exchanged for two high-grade spiritual weapons, and he can also be sold to that immortal. , this deal is naturally a good deal.

Le Wuyan tugged at the wedding dress on her body, and asked impatiently, "How long do we have to go? Why do you dress me up like this?"

This bright red sedan chair, gaudy red wedding gown, and this hijab are clearly only things that are only used for weddings in the ordinary world!

The matchmaker smiled and said: "The Taiyi Immortal Sect only sent the little fellow Daoist to Luoshui according to the agreed time, but didn't say how to send it. The master of the Sifang Sect was afraid that they would be dissatisfied, so he imitated the people in the ordinary world to hold weddings. Wouldn't it be lively and festive for the little Taoist friend Feng Guanxia and this bridal sedan chair to see off her relatives?"

Le Wuyan: "Oh."

He said quietly: "I heard that Immortal Venerable Ming Zhi once had a Taoist partner. I marry him, do I want to do a sequel?"

The matchmaker waved her handkerchief and quickly stopped him: "Young fellow Taoist, don't say that, what kind of Taoist couple is that? Everyone knows that Mingzhi Immortal Venerable endured humiliation back then. It's clean, the ashes of the bones have turned into slag, so it won't hinder the little fellow Daoist."

Le Wuyan smirked, his bone ashes were indeed turned into slag, but he came back to life.

He had made a blood oath with that person, and he had branded a contract in his spiritual consciousness, even if no one in the world recognized them as Taoist couples, that was not a lie.

No matter who that immortal lord marries again, he is just a second-hand guy.

"Oh," the matchmaker clapped her palms and said excitedly, "The bank of Luoshui is here."

Le Wuyan looked forward, the water mist was misty, stretching for hundreds of miles, and the distant mountains were behind it, and the mountains were stacked, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

This side is covered with clouds and mountains, like a fairyland.

A large white jade boat was parked by the water, and upon closer inspection, it was actually floating on the surface of the water. Le Wuyan recognized at a glance that it was an at least medium-grade spiritual artifact. The bearers carried him onto the boat.

The spirit ship lifted anchor, and the suona sounded again.

Le Wuyan rubbed his stinging ears, lifted the car curtain again, and signaled the matchmaker: "Tell them not to blow it, it's too noisy."

The harsh sound finally stopped, and Le Wuyan raised his chin: "I can't escape even if I get on this spirit ship, let me go out and have a look."

The matchmaker smiled without changing her expression: "Young fellow Taoist, how dare I hold you back."

Le Wuyan ignored her, got up and got out of the sedan chair.

Outside the sedan chair is a vast expanse of whiteness, the spirit boat under the feet is moving very smoothly, the moist wind blows over the cheeks, full of aura, and there is also a faint fragrance of flowers hidden.

The matchmaker had already sat cross-legged on the ground, and was hurrying up to use the aura to meditate and practice, but when Le Wuyan approached the edge of the boat, she glanced at him once, and then closed her eyes again.

Le Wuyan really can't run away, he hasn't built a foundation yet, he can't even walk in the air, this Luoshui seems to be calm and waveless, its depth is more than a thousand feet, and the underwater tide is surging, unless Le Wuyan doesn't want to This little life, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to choose to jump off the ship and escape.

Le Wuyan leaned against the railing of the boat, and Le Wuyan's thoughts went blank for a moment.

The experience of dying and coming back to life is not so bizarre. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was about to be carried to my ex-husband for a sequel, but it was too outrageous.

Not to mention that the ex-husband still had a murderous feud with him, which is really unlucky.

A breeze blew past, blowing away the thin white mist, Le Wuyan looked down, his face was clearly reflected on the water.

His eyebrows are like ink painting, his face is like a crown of jade, and his eyes are exactly the same as those in his previous life, showing astonishment.

Le Wuyan was stunned for a moment, his thoughts turned, and when he came back to his senses, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

He was sure that this body was not his own, not only because of the wrong age and cultivation base, but because he was pierced through the chest by that man at that time. He didn't want his body to fall into the enemy's hands after death, so he chose to release the fire of the dantian****, the Mahayana period. The monk's dantian fire can destroy the world, and there is actually no scum left in his physical body.

What's more, he is a demon cultivator, and the exercises he learns are completely different from those of the orthodox Taoist sect. Although this body's cultivation is only in the Qi refining stage, the spiritual power in his body is pure, and there is no trace of demonic energy in his body.

But this face is indeed exactly the same as his previous life.

"Little friend, what are you doing?"

The matchmaker's voice sounded from behind, Le Wuyan turned around and looked at the other party vigilantly, the matchmaker reminded him with a smile: "We are almost reaching the shore ahead, little fellow daoist, you should go back to the sedan chair."

Le Wuyan asked, "What's my name?"

The matchmaker tsk-tsk: "Little fellow daoist, you really don't remember? You even forgot your own name."

She giggled and said, "Young fellow daoist is called Qingque."

Le Wuyan frowned.

He regretted it, he should have fought to the death with this matchmaker earlier, looking for a chance to escape.

The spirit boat docked, and Le Wuyan was forcibly invited back into the sedan chair by the matchmaker.

After getting off the boat and looking back, the white jade spirit boat had disappeared into the vast waters.

Le Wuyan's heart skipped a beat, this is the realm of Taiyi Immortal Sect, and he has no possibility of escape.

At that time, there was a loud and clear cry from the distant sky, and the sunlight broke through the white mist, and poured down from the top of Cangshan Mountain and the sea of ​​clouds, dyeing the surrounding creatures with golden light.

Then a crane came driving a Luan chariot, and the Luan bells jingled, resounding through the mountains and seas.

The matchmaker blushed with excitement: "The team to pick up the bride is here!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, nearly a hundred monks came riding on the clouds and fog. They all wore white clothes with wide sleeves, and their robes hung around. They stood on the top of the clouds, like immortals.The coercion around the leader was even more frightening. His brows were cold, his expression was indifferent, the tip of his long and narrow eyes drooped slightly, and his sharp eyes swept downward.

The matchmaker let out a low voice: "Immortal Master Ming Zhi, you actually came in person!"

Le Wuyan was pulled off the sedan chair by her, subconsciously took a step back, his first reaction was to cover up his appearance, this kind of small technique can also be done with his current cultivation.

He raised his hand, but stopped again.

Not to mention the immortal lord who was in the tribulation period, any monk here with a higher cultivation base than him can see through his little tricks at a glance, and it makes no difference whether he does it or not.

Forget it.

The luan chariot slowly descended and floated on the mountain road in front, followed by Immortal Venerable Ming Zhi who was beyond everyone's expectations.

The man stopped a few steps away from Le Wuyan, his frosty eyes were covered with darkness, and he looked at him deeply.

Le Wuyan lowered his head instinctively, and his heart constricted at that moment, as if the pain of dying spread from his heart again.

Anger, sadness, unwillingness, all kinds of emotions are entangled.

He heard the man's familiar and unfamiliar voice.

"come here."

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Le (le) Wuyan

Comprehension Level: Refining Qi - Building Foundation - Golden Elixir - Nascent Soul - Transforming God - Refining Void - Fusion - Mahayana - Crossing Tribulation - Ascension