Xianjun Breeding Guide

When the heaven and the earth were first divided, the upper part was the Nine Heavens Cloud Realm, and the lower part was the Unbounded Sea of ​​Evil. Among them, the most beautiful place was the human world.

The world is vast and magnificent, but not peaceful.

Hundreds of immortal sects have been infested by evil sea monsters for a long time, and they have no choice but to turn to the immortals in the cloud realm for help.After that, hundreds of immortals descended into the world gracefully, setting up the heavenly moat as a boundary, and isolated the sea of ​​evil from the human world.

Youzhou.tea house.

There was a young man reclining on the private seat by the window. His long hair seemed to wind like thick black ink and flow down the wooden chair like a waterfall. The ends of his hair almost dragged the ground. There was a red string tied in the middle, and two diamond-shaped silver ornaments fell from it.

He half closed his eyes, as if dozing off.

As the breeze blew, the silver ornaments intertwined and jingled.

As if awakened by a start, he subconsciously touched the red agate pendant on his left ear, lazily raised his eyelids, and stared at the storyteller standing in the middle of the teahouse.

The little old storyteller was shaking his head, spitting flying all over the place, and his wide gray-blue gown was covered with dry arms.

"...It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Thousands of evil spirits gathered in the polar region, and the ten thousand rift valley was born out of the sky, forcing the natural moat back three thousand miles to the south, and the life was devastated for a while!" The storyteller grabbed the gavel and patted it. The goatee trembled three times with excitement, took a sip of tea, and continued to spit Xingzi said, "Hundred families of the immortal sect are struggling to support it. Fortunately, the cloud realm will open again after a thousand years. Wanting to help the world. Unexpectedly, at this critical juncture, the Demon Venerable Wen Qianxiao appeared, and he did not know what ghostly tricks he used to catch all the immortals by surprise!"

Wen Qianxiao nodded, picked up the teapot, and poured herself a cup of tea.

He was born in the Rift Valley of Myriad Bites, and as long as the thousands of evil spirits in the Rift Valley persist, his physical body and spirit will not die. The first time he fought, he scared the guys in Yunjing to half death.

"For a whole ten years of fighting for the Heavenly Moat, how many heroes died in vain! In the end, the hundred families of the Immortal Sect retreated to the south of the Heavenly Moat, and Yunjing promised not to interfere with Niehai again, but the Demon Lord was so greedy that he turned back and wanted an immortal as a hostage!" That's the immortal king above the nine heavens, how can he go to the place of suffering and evil to be humiliated!" The storyteller's tone suddenly changed, and he made a long trill, almost crying on the spot, "Everyone is helpless, I had no choice but to find the Bailu Immortal Lord who was exiled on Qingya Mountain. Fortunately, the Immortal Lord is reasonable, and he only wishes for peace in the world, and goes to the boundless evil sea alone..."

Wen Qianxiao twitched the corners of her mouth and stood up uninterestedly.

The warm light of the setting sun fell on the eyebrows and eyes, outlining a gentle appearance that deceived the world, only the slightly raised eye ends showed a hint of evil, but was well concealed by those black and clear eyes.

He threw down a few pieces of silver, and his eyes fell on the hot dim sum on the street outside the window. The next moment, he appeared in the candy shop, lowered his eyes, and lowered his head to bite a piece of pink and white flower cake, as if he was just a greedy person. Immortal disciples.

Wen Qianxiao ate the cake absently, her thoughts slowly drifting back to the time when she first met Immortal Bailu.

Counting from today's time, it should go back two years.

Two years ago, in the wild and ancient land.

All the immortal sects that did not die in the battle of Tianchao were all gathered, surrounded by black and white, and they were escorted by plain-colored Lingyun sedan chairs, with solemn expressions, as if they were here for a funeral.

Rumor has it that the willing fairy in the center was tightly bound by a fairy silk, with a haggard face, and the white silk set off the thin clothes underneath, barely revealing two parts of the true color of the Tsing Yi, hazy, like a dish on a plate Jade flower cake on the table.

He was roughly dragged out of the Lingyun sedan chair, pushed in front of him, knelt down on the ground, his clothes were tumbling in the dust, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Wen Qianxiao was busy staring at a certain figure behind the Lingyun sedan chair, thinking about the strangeness in it, so she casually hooked her fingers at him, and ordered: "Raise your head."

Xianjun, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised his head.

The wind in the wild ancient land was very strong, and the long hair covering the eyes was blown away almost instantly, exfoliating a touch of fresh and beautiful emerald color.

It is an extremely rare color in Nie Haili.

Wen Qianxiao was startled, and finally turned her eyes back, and turned to this person, feeling rather surprised.

Those eyes were as clean as if they had been washed, but they were not looking at him, they reflected the low and dark clouds in the sky, they were empty, and soon they were fascinated by the dust, and a drop of vivid tears fell.

It's a pity that the green color is only born in the right pupil, otherwise it is really a pair of beautiful eyes that are unforgettable at first sight.

"What's your name?"

"...Bai Lu." The man said meekly, "Your Majesty can also call him by the name 'Bai Ziyou'."

……

Memories come to an abrupt end.

About Bailu Xianjun, the rumors circulating in the world are mostly the same, except that he was exiled to Qingya Mountain by Yunjing, and there is no other useful information. He has no teacher, relatives and friends, as if he appeared out of thin air people.

Wen Qianxiao thought, it would be quicker to catch a few well-informed heads of the Xian family and ask them.

Think again, or give up.

If you accidentally break one, I'm afraid it will cause chaos in the end.

After Wen Qianxiao finished eating the flower cake, she also thought about it and licked off the crumbs at the corners of her mouth. She thought this dim sum shop tasted good, so she ordered two more boxes to take away.

All monsters know that there is an isolated city in the depths of the Unbounded Sea of ​​Evil.

There is a lonely mountain outside the lonely city.

On the Lonely Mountain is the Unnamed Palace that once sprang up overnight.

At first Wen Qianxiao refused to recognize the name Mozun to death.

The so-called loss when it is full, and death when it is extremely prosperous, to put it bluntly, it is a big tree that attracts the wind, and the battle for the natural moat has only started not long ago. Isn't this just looking for trouble for yourself?However, everyone in Nie Hai felt that since he could shake the cloud environment, he deserved his title.

A certain person refused to be taken advantage of for no reason, lived in seclusion for the first two years, and said harsh words, saying that he would rather die than follow.In order to stabilize him, the 64 demon generals worked together to select a geomantic treasure land, built him a grand palace overnight, and promised to pay tribute every year, coaxing and deceiving the ancestor into it.

The name of the demon king finally fell to the ground.

As a result, the treasures, jewels and beauties of heaven and earth were sent over like flowing water, and the warehouses of the Wuming Palace were piled up to the brim.

Dead things are easy to deal with, but living people can't throw them into the warehouse, and the Unnamed Palace can't support a bunch of dry food. There are no words like pity for fragrance and jade in the dictionary of Lord Mozun, so just drive all these delicate flowers to do it. the handyman.

Wen Qianxiao returned to Gujue Mountain with the flower cake in her hand, took off her outer robe, casually ordered a beauty who greeted her at the door, and asked, "Is he awake?"

The beauty showed a look of embarrassment, and said tactfully: "My lord, Bailu Xianjun has been resting in the Ninghe Hall..."

Oh.

He almost forgot.

Miscellaneous people can't enter their bedroom.

Wen Qianxiao has a headache.He doesn't really want to see this little fairy for the time being, but he occupies the only bed in the entire Unnamed Palace where he can sleep peacefully, so he has to go there no matter what.

There are also two boxes of delicious flower cakes as a meeting gift, no matter what, you won't be forced to sleep on the floor, right?

Master Mozun took such a small amount of luck, and left with a snack box in his hand.

The door was shut...but he didn't eat, it's just that Bai Ziyou was still awake.

He was curled up and sleeping in a corner of the bed, his brows were slightly frowned, his long hair was smoothly scattered on the moonlight brocade quilt, revealing his thin shoulders as delicate as porcelain, with light and heavy red marks from his neck all the way down, winding into the thin The quilt, like a red plum in the snow that was broken off by someone, wasted wantonly in the night.

Wen Qianxiao put the snacks on the table, sighed, and thoughtfully recalled what she had done to others.

It's been so long, he really doesn't remember.

It stands to reason that at this moment, I should have been pierced through Nilin by someone's sword during the fight, fell from a height of ten thousand feet, and lay dying in the rocks, waiting for some immortal to make up for it.

Unexpectedly, a mighty white light swept across the entire battlefield, and when he opened his eyes again, he returned to the time when the cloud realm had not broken the contract eight years ago.The tragic melee between immortals and demons has not yet shown its clues, everything is shrouded in the mask of peace, and there is still time to make changes.

Only one thing did not come in time.

He still put Xianjun Bailu to sleep.

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