Spirit Planter

Yan Changhua paused, and then said, "Chenchen, you know, without Uncle Yan and Master, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Yan Ningchen felt helpless, the little senior brother always remembered the love between father and dad anytime and anywhere, "Got it, little senior brother, cook quickly, I'm hungry."

Yan Changhua glanced indulgently at Yan Ningchen, and said, "It will be ready soon, you go and call Uncle Yan and Master."

Yan Ningchen nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Yan Zhao, who was sitting by the side eating the spiritual fruit, heard that he was about to leave, Yan Changhua hurriedly said, "Yan Zhao, it's time to eat, where are you going?"

"I won't eat, I'm full." Yan Zhao pretended to run away, but was blocked by Yan Changhua, who looked at him suspiciously, "Yan Zhao, you seem to be avoiding Uncle Yan?"

Yan Zhao's eyes flicked wildly, but his mouth was stiff, "No way, you read it wrong."

Yan Changhua is the first one with the most delicate and sensitive mind among all the people, and he has already realized that something is wrong, "During this period, whenever Uncle Yan was mentioned, you started to hide. What happened? Did you make any mistakes? gone?"

Yan Zhao looked away, and said in a secretive way, "No, I didn't make any mistakes. Besides, with my intelligence, what mistakes would I make?"

Yan Changhua stopped him, "Then have dinner with us, we haven't eaten together for a long time."

Yan Zhao made up his mind not to meet Yan Jinzhou during this time, "I'm full, I really don't want to eat, Changhua, Xiaohuahua, please let me go!"

Yan Changhua stood motionless.

Yan Zhao pointed at the back of Yan Changhua, "What do you think is that?"

Yan Changhua looked at reflexively, and then saw a flash of light, and Yan Zhao disappeared.

He frowned strangely, why on earth was Yan Zhao afraid of seeing Uncle Yan?

Yan Jinzhou came over for dinner, and when he heard that Yan Zhao had escaped, he snorted, "Leave him alone, the monk can't escape the temple if he escapes, he will have to face it sooner or later."

Everyone heard that the monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

……

evening.

The young monk picked up by Guo Luming and Wen Jindong woke up, his eyes were out of focus, calm and strange.

Yan Ningchen looked at him strangely, "Father, is he blind?"

Yan Jinzhou shook his head, "He's not blind, but he's missing a soul, and he still doesn't know what the consequences will be."

Mentally, it is hard to predict, even he doesn't know what will happen.

"Missing one soul?" Yan Ningchen looked back at Yan Jinzhou and asked, "Father, do you need my help?"

Yan Jinzhou looked down at Yan Ningchen, "You can recruit a soul now?"

Yan Ningchen is eager to try, he has not recruited a soul alone, "Shall I try?"

Yan Jinzhou agreed, "Okay." Try it, it's okay if you fail.

"No need." The young monk said suddenly, he was tired, from the bottom of his heart, he felt that his memory was not good at all, he didn't want to remember.

Yan Ningchen turned to look at the young monk, very puzzled, who the hell doesn't want to remember anymore, "No need? Don't you want to remember?"

The young monk has a high level of cultivation and his body is fine. He sat up and took a while to say, "I don't want to, thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome." Yan Jinzhou observed the other party, feeling very strange, as if he didn't want to live anymore.

The young monk turned a blind eye to Yan Jinzhou's gaze, and said, "I have another request."

Yan Jinzhou nodded, "Say it."

The young monk looked at Yan Jinzhou with calm eyes, "Can you take me in?"

As he spoke, he spread out his palms, and showed the four Huang-level panacea in front of the two of them, "If you agree, this will be yours."

Yan Jinzhou raised his eyebrows and took the elixir, "You can stay as long as you want, but I have one condition."

The young monk nodded, his whole body was very calm, like a pool of stagnant water, "Please speak."

Yan Jinzhou opened his mouth tentatively, "During your stay in my sect, if there is anything wrong with the sect, you have to deal with it as your own business."

The young monk raised his calm eyes and looked at Yan Jinzhou. After a while, he said, "Okay, I agree."

In this regard, the young monk stayed in Yaoyue Pavilion.

The young monk couldn't remember his name, so he took another one himself, named Qi Jue, who was appointed by Yan Jinzhou as the great elder of the sect.

Every day, I will tell my disciples about one hour of cultivation experience and answer their cultivation questions.

Squeeze the wool to the end.

Qi Jue accepted Yan Jinzhou's arrangements calmly, without any emotion.

However, Yan Jinzhou was careful, and the Ni Bodhisattva still had a three-point temper, not to mention the Jindan cultivator, who was in a hurry, and took his entire sect with one pot, which was pretty good.

When Tan Lianming's ten disciples learned that a Jindan cultivator had joined the sect, they were shocked for a while and did not recover.

Golden core monks, that is an existence that is out of reach. I didn't expect that their sect would also exist in a short period of time, which is too unbelievable.

This emotion lasted until Qi Jue taught them.

……

In the room, Yan Jinzhou took out four yellow-level panacea, smiled slightly, and said in a condescending tone, "Yan Hao, let's see what these are?"

Zhong Yanhao was taken aback for a moment, staring at it for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he said with a bit of excitement, "Huang-level panacea? Jinzhou, where did you come from?"

Yan Jinzhou took two pills and put them in Zhong Yanhao's hands, "Qi Jue gave it to you, let's practice quickly."

Zhong Yanhao had some doubts, "What is his identity, that he actually has a yellow-level panacea?"

"He doesn't know who he is, and he doesn't know what identity he is. Leave him alone, let's practice. When the cultivation base is high, he can deal with whatever identity he is."

"Ah."

It took the two of them ten days to digest the two yellow-level panacea, and raised their cultivation to the fourth level of Qi Condensation.

……

In the evening, after the medical hall closed, Yan Jinzhou and Zhong Yanhao returned to Yan's house.

Yan Ningchen looked at the two of them, and quickly waved to them, "Father, Daddy, come and have a look, the invitation is written like this, right?"

Yan Jinzhou and Zhong Yanhao were really busy, so they handed over the writing of invitations to the two younger ones.

The invitation is specially made by someone, and it is very gorgeous. There are red maple patterns on the surface, the paper is thick, and the golden dark lines are looming. It is very high-end and atmospheric at first glance.

Yan Jinzhou flipped through an invitation and said with a smile, "It's very well written, as expected of my son."

Yan Ningchen cocked her tail.

There are more than [-] sects around, of which there are three big sects that can affect the situation, with [-] disciples, and there are two Jindan late-stage monks sitting in the sects, their strength is tyrannical, they restrain each other, and affect the development of this large area. stable.

Of course, Yan Jinzhou, a sect with only a dozen or so disciples, naturally wouldn't hand out invitations to such a big sect, wouldn't he be humiliating himself?

He only invited these five or six small sects nearby, and the others are too far away, so he has no time to care about you, a newly emerging mini sect.

Now that the invitation is written, it's time to send the invitation.

Yan Ningchen looked at the two of them and asked, "Father, who will deliver the invitation?"

Zhong Yanhao worried, "Jinzhou, it's too shameful for us to deliver it in person. Let Tan Lianming and the others deliver it, and others will pick it up, but it's inevitable that people will be ridiculed in vain."

Yan Jinzhou was silent for a moment, then looked at Yan Ningchen and Yan Changhua, "Let them send them off, the senior disciples of the young head and deputy head are just right."

Zhong Yanhao's eyes lit up, and he nodded, "That's a good idea, so it's decided."

"Yeah." Yan Jinzhou reminded the two of them, "Chenchen, Changhua, let Xiaosan take you there, the facade needs to be supported."

Yan Ningchen replied, "Understood, Dad."

……

Qi Jue flew up to the roof and sat down, holding the spirit brewed gourd in one hand and resting on his lap with the other, looking at the moon in the sky.

He has deep facial features and a handsome appearance. He wears a dark purple robe, which is mysterious and deep. There is always a layer of depression between his brows, as if he is very sad.

Hua Changle and Ye Zhiyuan passed by and noticed him inadvertently.

The two became excited at once, the strong Jindan stage had been living in their imagination before, now they can be regarded as alive.

Hua Changle asked in a low voice, "What is the Great Elder doing?"

Ye Zhiyuan glanced at Hua Changle, "How do I know?" As long as he knew, this is a strong Jindan stage, with a deep and deep mind.

Hua Changle thought for a while, and asked Qi Jue, "Grand Elder, I have some spiritual food here, do you want to eat it?"

Qi Jue raised his head and took a sip of the spirit brew, "Go back to practice."

"Yes, yes, I will go back immediately." The two hurriedly responded, and then ran away.

After returning to the room, the two of them were short of breath and kept rubbing their chests. The other party's pressure was too strong. Just a few words ago, they both felt the blood in their chests surging.

With lingering fear in his heart, Hua Changle said, "Let's stay away from the elder in the future."

Ye Zhiyuan nodded hastily, "Yes."

On the roof, Yan Zhao flew up, sat on the other side of the roof, and asked sadly, "Is there any spirit wine left?"

He is almost becoming a wild child now, and he is still the kind who has a home and cannot return.

Without further ado, Qi Jue threw him a bottle.

Yan Zhao opened the lid of the gourd and smelled it. Huang-level spirit brew, good stuff. He rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of something, and put the lid back on, "One bottle is not enough."

Qi Jue graciously threw him another bottle.

Yan Zhao held a bottle in one hand, satisfied now.

He put away the two bottles of spirit wine and took out the dew. He still likes to drink this. As for the two bottles of spirit wine, it is quite suitable to use as an apology or something.

Qi Jue glanced at him suspiciously, isn't it enough?Why not drink?

But he didn't ask aloud, he didn't like to talk.

Yan Zhao suddenly turned around and asked, "Brother, where are you from?"

Qi Jue shook his head, "I don't know."

"I don't know? This is interesting." Yan Zhao became interested, "Then do you want to know? Can I help you?"

Qi Jue's face was expressionless, and his voice didn't fluctuate. He looked calm and said, "I don't want to know, thank you."

Yan Zhao looked at Qi Jue, "You are really weird, who wouldn't want to know his memory."

Qi Jue said deeply, "There are always exceptions."

Yan Zhao drank the dew from the gourd in one gulp, and asked, "Have you forgotten everything? Or selectively?"

Qi Jue said lightly, "The memories of the past are gone."

Yan Zhao wondered, "By the way, why don't you want to remember? You are already a strong Jindan stage, what can stop you?"

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