After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

The Luming Stream Parade is approaching, and invited monks from all walks of life arrive in the town one after another. The town is bustling like never before. Even though everyone has suppressed their cultivation to the foundation building, the aura in the mountain town is still abundant enough to make people feel refreshed .

As soon as the news of Mr. Lan Fang being here spread out, many monks paid a special visit——

The last time at Longyin Sect, Qi Wuyou used the excuse of recuperating from his wounds to disappear, which made many people lose their minds.

Now he has nowhere to escape, people come to visit every day, and the threshold of the inn is trampled down, either during banquets or on the way to banquets.

Even Hua Wu came to join in the fun and chatted with him about the experience of Hua Shuxue and others this year.

It was only then that Qi Wuyou found out that during the six months of his retreat, the male lead's free-spirited mind had achieved some success, and those tasks that seemed to be difficult and left no room for room were broken by the male lead and his team together.

In addition to the homework he assigned, the disciples also took the initiative to increase the difficulty of the experience, and they went to danger many times and broke out. Some famous monks praised their character and cultivation, and few of them could surpass them among their peers.

"Mr. Lan Fang is really good at teaching disciples. I think Luo Xiaoyou is young and already has the wind of the 'Three Immortals'. He must have a bright future in the future."

"Shu Xue is also not comparable to ordinary monks of the same generation. She has the demeanor of Sect Master Hua when he was young, and he will definitely achieve great things in the future."

The two exchanged a wave of business.

Sect Master Hua stroked his beard and said, "Ying Lan has practiced harder and harder since she came back from the Immortal Sect. Now she has been traveling abroad for a year, and she will return in the near future. The Immortal Gate Conference is coming, and the contest at Shuxue's birthday banquet will be decided soon." gone."

When it came to the Immortal Gate Conference, Qi Wuyou agreed on his face, but his heart sank.

He originally planned to suppress first and then rise at the Fairy Gate Conference——

A little misunderstanding earlier caused Luo Yunzhang to be wronged for the time being, and it was a task for "world consciousness".

After some operations later, the misunderstanding was resolved, and Luo Yunzhang rebounded from the bottom, earning ten times and a hundred times the favor, and he was able to get through this episode safely.

Now that there is a forbidden spell to restrict his behavior, all previous ideas are abolished.

Hua Wu's words doubled Qi Wuyou's sense of urgency. He had a premonition that the Lumingjian tour would be his last chance—this time, if the forbidden spell could not be undone, he would most likely follow the original plot of the Fairy Gate Conference. By then ...

There was a phantom pain in his chest, and Qi Wuyou's breathing was frozen.

The sky is bright and the sun is bright, and there is spiritual energy to protect the body, but I still feel a chill creeping up from the soles of my feet.

Junk Island.

Luo Yunzhang and his fellow disciples spent a month cleaning up all the demonic cultivators on the island, and they are about to leave the island for Luming Stream.

A group of people bid farewell to the mortals and monks on the island, and took off with the sword.

I should be excited to see Master soon.

Luo Yunzhang was restless, and subconsciously turned his left wrist, thinking about whether to contact Master through the sympathy knot.

... The party is coming soon, Master must be very busy, so let's not bother him.

Yan Rulu Yujian flew some distance away, but when he realized that he hadn't followed, he stopped and called out, "Junior Brother? Aren't you leaving?"

Luo Yunzhang regained his composure, said "Come on", and Yu Jian followed.

Huazhuxue stopped in front of him and waited for him. When he flew over, he asked, "Didn't you always want to go to Lumingjian to meet Master? Why are you absent-minded when you are about to start?"

During this year, anyone with eyes can see that Luo Yunzhang's heart is for the master, and his heart is like an arrow.

He went back to Xianzong half a year ago, but he couldn't meet his master because he was in seclusion. He stood outside the master's courtyard for a long time before saying goodbye and leaving.

At that time, the brothers and sisters all lamented the deep friendship between him and Master.Luo Yunzhang: "..."

Looking back at Junke Island surrounded by sea water, he said uncertainly: "I just thought of something, and I feel a little uneasy."

"What's the matter?" Yan Rulu asked.

Luo Yunzhang thought about it and said: "Jieke Island is the hometown of the demon leader Helan. Every year the demon leader sacrifices the day, and the group of demons will come here to worship. In recent years, the momentum seems to be much weaker than before.

"This month, I waited here to eliminate the demons, and the demon cultivators dispersed after a little resistance. Most of the famous demon cultivators did not show up, and before that, they had not been seen for several years."

Yan Rulu prefers to think in an optimistic direction: "Hundred families of the Immortal Sect have been encircled and suppressed all year round, and countless demon cultivators have been killed. Isn't it normal that the Demon Sect is weakening day by day?"

What Yan Rulu said was not unreasonable, Luo Yunzhang asked: "How can I explain the disappearance of the great demon?"

When a big demon is killed, it is usually spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals. In recent years, there has been no news of the killing of a big demon, which means that they are still alive in an unknown corner.

"Uh, this," Yan Rulu scratched his head, "Is it possible that they are tired from the beating, or are afraid of being beaten, and want to take a rest first?"

Luo Yunzhang said: "The battle between immortals and demons has lasted for thousands of years, and there is no such thing as fatigue."

After he mentioned it, Hua Zhuxue also felt that something was wrong, and said: "Speaking of which, every time there is a grand meeting of the immortal sect, the demon cultivators must make trouble. In the immortal gate conference three years ago, some demon cultivators infiltrated the immortal sect and harmed the monks.

"It's the annual festival of the devil's head, and Yunzhong City holds a party in Lumingjian. In this way, they are indeed too quiet."

Yan Rulu looked at Luo Yunzhang from the left, and the bouquet snow from the right, and said "uh", and said, "You mean, these demon cultivators are brewing a conspiracy in the dark? Now Master and Sect Master Hua are all here Lumingjian, if Moxiu dares to come out to make trouble at this time, wouldn't it be a good time to catch them all?"

The ambitious four words "catch all in one go" touched the heartstrings of Luo Yunzhang and Hua Zhuxue.

The two looked at each other, saw another possibility in each other's eyes, and said in unison: "Lumingjian Festival!"

On the seventh day of April, the mountain flowers in Luming Jian are in full bloom, and the fair will be held as scheduled.

The fair will last for half a month, and the first two days will be a serious scenic outing, where monks from all walks of life can take the opportunity to build relationships and catch up on the old days.

But the relationship between the past and the past is false, and the monks here are all here for Xihe.

Some want to ask for a hexagram, and some just want to meet him to see what is different about this Tianmingjun who is known as "one hexagram determines the three realms".

However, Xi He had a special status and rarely had close contact with monks.

This time, there were twelve people accompanying him to protect him, guarding in front of the Star Picking Tower.

No one can get close to the tower until the game starts.

When Qi Wuyou was talking with the monks, he made indirect remarks for a long time without finding out the news about Yunzhongcheng. He wanted to visit the Star Picking Pagoda in advance, but was stopped by Xi He's disciples.

In his opinion, a fortune teller's spectrum is really too big.

It was not until the third day of the party that the main course was served on the table.

Qi Wuyou and Hua Wu accompanied many monks to the cave under the Star Picking Pagoda.

Seeing the crowd coming, a Mingxiu disciple cupped his hands and said, "This junior has been waiting for you for a long time.

Qi Wuyou glanced at him - this is the monk who asked him to invite back a few days ago.

In the past few days, apart from him, at least fifty or sixty monks were invited back.

An irritable cultivator was impatient after waiting for two days, and couldn't help asking: "Where is Tianmingjun? Why didn't Tianmingjun come out?"

This question spoke out Qi Wuyou's heart, he silently looked at Mingxiu at the entrance of the cave, to see how Mingxiu would answer.

"Mr. Tianming is waiting for you seniors at the Star Picking Tower." Mingxiu smiled.

"Then let's go, what are you waiting for?" A casual cultivator walked towards the cave.

Some people followed him and gathered towards the entrance of the cave, but more people, including Qi Wuyou, chose to watch.

When the leading monk was still about ten meters away from the cave, Mingxiu stepped aside, stood in front of the cave entrance, and said, "Senior, stop."

The casual cultivator who was stopped was dissatisfied: "What's the matter? Didn't you say that Lord Tianming is waiting for us?"

The monks behind him responded.

"That's right, you said you'd meet us on the third day of the party, but now you don't show up, and you won't let us go, what the hell are you trying to do?"

"Seniors, please stay calm."

Mingxiu always smiled lightly, as if the landslide would not change his color before, and said in a good voice: "When you seniors receive the invitation, you should know that the Tianmingjun only occupies one hexagram for this tour, and there is only one lottery. Naturally, there is only one person for Tianmingjun."

There were a lot of monks coming to the Luming Stream Tournament, and many sect monks who hadn't received invitations came to join in the fun and try their luck, and the one who took the lead in rushing up just now was a casual cultivator.

The qualifications of many monks vary from good to bad. Upon hearing this, whispers rang out outside the cave.

Mingxiu didn't stop him, and listened to the discussion with his sleeves up.

Qi Wuyou listened for a while, then raised his voice and asked: "I don't know how you will choose people to meet Tianmingjun?"

The outside of the cave gradually became quiet because of Qi Wuyou's words, Ming Xiu nodded to him, pointed to the cave behind him, and said: "Just go through the cave and climb up to the Star Picking Tower."

"Isn't that easy?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you stop us just now?"

Mingxiu said: "This cave is not an ordinary cave, and it extends in all directions. There are mazes, phantoms, traps and teleportation arrays set up by the Destiny Lord himself. Once you step into it, there are many difficulties and dangers. Only the first person who passes through can get the Destiny Lord. Foreshadowing, all seniors must carefully consider before entering the cave, and it is not Yun Zhongcheng's wish for any senior to be injured as a result."

Mingxiu said this politely, but Qi Wuyou could hear the condescending feeling of looking down.

To meet the Destiny Lord, one has to pass many tests, but after the monks present heard about it, they all felt that it was fair to choose the lucky one.

There are monks comforting each other:

"It's better than choosing based on cultivation."

"Yes, in terms of cultivation, who can compete with Master Hua and Lord Lan Fang?"

"Exactly, Tianmingjun's method is very good, anyone can come out on top."

……

Qi Wuyou couldn't help sighing: Xihe's popularity in the world of cultivating immortals is really high.

Please post that it is good to hold the party to thank the sects for their kindness 20 years ago.

As a result, everyone was left alone for two days when they came. They thought he would have to pass five levels and kill six generals. Only a few monks felt that they were not taken seriously. They were a little ashamed, but after being ashamed, they had to obey.

It seems that the temptation of Tianmingjun's hexagram is not so great.

"This selection will last for [-] days. By the end of the fair, no one has climbed to the Star Picking Tower, so all seniors are invited to disperse on their own."

After finishing speaking, Mingxiu moved away from the entrance of the cave and made a "please" gesture.

Everyone didn't know the depth of the magic formation in the cave, so they all hesitated, and the few casual cultivators who wanted to rush to the front just now also hesitated.

Although Qi Wuyou felt that Xi He's airs were a little too high, but now he has something to ask for, and he is really urgent, knowing that he was picked, he had to rush forward against the wind.

Said to Hua Wu beside him: "Sect Master Hua, I have to take a step first." As he spoke, he shook his sleeves and stepped forward, and said to the monks, "Let me open the way for fellow Taoists."

Turning around with one hand behind his back, the other holding his sleeve, he stepped into the cave.

Thoughtful monks thought that by following him, they could avoid some traps and get some bargains. When they saw him disappearing at the entrance of the cave, they hurried in.

There were quite a few monks with the same idea, and a large group filed in. The rest who wanted to wait and see were afraid that they would be too late, and the people in front would take the lead and catch up in a hurry.

From the outside, the inside of the cave is pitch black, bounded by the wall at the entrance of the cave, once the body enters the range of the cave, it is like entering another dimension.

The moment Qi Wuyou stepped into the cave, the scene in front of Qi Wuyou changed. Instead of the dim grotto as imagined, he stepped onto the street of Luming Town.

"?"

He turned his head abruptly. At first glance, the entrance was gone, and behind him was a long street extending endlessly. The way to come.

What a powerful illusion!

Qi Wuyou became more curious about Xi He, took the flower bone fan in his hand, shielded it against his chest, and walked forward steadily.

After walking for a while, he could tell from the newness and oldness of the houses and buildings next to the street that this place was different from the Luming Town where he lived for a few days.

When passing by the inn where he stayed outside the cave, Qi Wuyou glanced inside inadvertently, and saw the much younger shopkeeper yawning and making plans, and made a judgment in his heart: the phantom array was displayed about ten or twenty years ago The former Luming Town.

There is a spirit line on the soles of the feet of people coming and going on the street, indicating that these people are all products of the phantom array, but the expressions of these people are extremely agile.

Not far away, a woman was haggling with the owner of a roadside stall; nearby, a little girl fell down on the side of the road, crying, and as she cried, the candied haws that hadn’t been chewed fell out of her mouth; The people in the sedan chair met him on a narrow road, moved towards the same direction several times, and one of them even gave Qi Wuyou a look...

The people, things, objects, and scenery are all quite realistic, and they can be restored to this level, Qi Wuyou thought: Xi He must know Luming Town very well.

The phantom array is very close to the real Luming Town, and the monks who come in are easily confused, thinking it is the real Luming Town, and getting lost in it.

Probably because he was afraid that someone would be able to see the difference like Qi Wuyou, Xi He even cunningly set up the real road leading to the outside of the cave on a dirty and inconspicuous ditch beside the street.

And the "street" where people come and go in Luming Town is actually a small road that leads people into the cave. If anyone really walks along this street, they may have to go all the way to the dark.

Qi Wuyou walked to the ditch, obviously there was no smell in the illusion, he still raised the flower bone fan to cover the lower half of his face in disgust.

Good guy, Xihe isn't targeting cleanliness, is he?

Just when he raised his gaze and was about to step onto the ditch out of sight, a figure suddenly ran past him.

The man was dressed in an indigo robe, and his figure and figure looked familiar.

"Azhan?!" Qi Wuyou didn't expect to see him in the phantom formation, and blurted out.

Azhan seemed to have heard his call, stopped suddenly, turned around and searched the street, but couldn't find the person who stopped him, turned around and ran away with an inexplicable expression.

what happened?Qi Wuyou was slightly surprised.

Isn't this the Luming formation more than 20 years ago?

Why is Azhan in the phantom array, and his age seems to be the same as now?

Feeling uneasy in his heart, he immediately changed his course, turned around and chased in the direction where Azhan disappeared.

Walking along the long street for a minute or two, Qi Wuyou saw Azhan's back again.

He was stopping in front of a stall, bought a roasted sweet potato, turned around and came to a courtyard, pushed the door in, and closed the door from the inside.

Qi Wuyou could see that the location of the courtyard was at the end of a dead end in the cave, but he couldn't see the scene in the illusion behind the door.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the door, stretched out his hand tentatively, and pushed the door open.

The moment his hand touched the door panel, Qi Wuyou heard a "whoosh", and instantly came to the depths of his memory, and countless memory fragments flew past his eyes.

A memory of when he was an editor in the world outside the book suddenly appeared in his mind——

At that time, the popular author of the publishing house was preparing a new book. This person was notoriously difficult to serve, capricious and liked to make things difficult for the editor. The editor who took him was scolded and ran away several times.

No one wanted to bring such a ghostly writer, so he was assigned to Qi Wuyou, who was still a newcomer at the time.

Qi Wuyou carefully read his outline several times in advance, and asked him to meet at a nearby cafe.

After sitting down, before he opened his mouth to scold, he boasted wildly: "Teacher, you are really a character, and this system is also very interesting. I really don't know how your brain works." How long is it, how can you come up with such a wonderful plot, you are really outstanding, as long as you can write according to the outline, there will be no problem..."

The writer was a gay with a bit of straight male cancer, he looked Qi Wuyou up and down with his arms folded, and suddenly turned away with a blushing face.

Qi Wuyou has always been very repulsed by this past, but now his brain is automatically recalling it uncontrollably.

"?"

The memory fast-forwarded to the scene where he was entangled by the writer and even chased to the door of the house, and he had goose bumps all over his body.

He quickly withdrew his hand, and the disgusting images in his mind disappeared immediately.

Staring blankly at the pushed open door in front of him, Qi Wuyou cursed.

fuck.

Why do you feel that this phantom array is a bit evil?

The memory flashback just now made him temporarily lose his sense of time.

He wasn't sure how long it had been. He was afraid of losing someone, so he looked behind him to make sure that no one would suddenly rush up from behind and step over the threshold into the courtyard.

There is a maple tree in the courtyard, and there is a chessboard under the maple tree. Azhan is still there, playing chess with a man in a black and red robe.

Who is this?

It seems that he has a good relationship with Azhan.

This person looks to be in his 20s, with handsome features and a straight figure. He sits in front of the chessboard with his legs crossed. The corner of his mouth curled up in a cynical arc. He picked up a chess piece and dropped it on the chessboard. He said with a smile: "You Lost again."

Qi Wuyou walked to the edge of the chessboard and leaned over to see that Azhan had indeed lost, and it was still a mess.

His chess strength, how should I put it, is to grab a handful of chess pieces and throw them away casually, which is better than his exhausted playing.

But Azhancai didn't know it, thought the young man was deceiving him, looked down for a while, only to realize that he really lost, and sat back dejectedly.

The young man rested his left elbow on his knee, supported his side face with one hand, and hooked his hand towards Azhan.

Azhan's face suddenly became mournful, and he lifted the broken hair on his forehead and leaned forward, and said pleadingly: "Azhan, can you be gentle?"

Qi Wuyou flicked his fan for a moment, "?"

Why is there another Azhan?

The young man in black said, "Okay, let me take it easy."

Azhan looked happy and stretched his head over.

The young man in black clasped his hands and stopped in front of Azhan, flicked his fingers, and heard a crisp sound of "吃", Azhan covered his forehead with an "ow" and rolled to the ground, tears streaming down his face, his legs were in disarray After kicking for a long time, I was speechless for a long time.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

Too dog.

Seeing him rolling all over the floor, the young man chuckled, picked up the hot roasted sweet potato from the side of the chessboard and ate it slowly.

Azhan rolled for a long time before he got through the pain. With tears in his eyes, he saw the young man eating sweet potatoes happily, and scolded angrily: "Hey! Lan! Zhan! You, you, you! Get out of here!!"

Qi Wuyou: "???"

"Okay, I'll get out now." The young man happily picked up the sweet potato and walked out the door.

Azhan's eyes were wide open, and he lay on the ground for a while before he got up and chased after him: "Who told you to take away the roasted sweet potatoes!"

The two people in front of the chessboard were empty in the blink of an eye, and Qi Wuyou turned around in a daze.

Azhan, Helanzhan, the devil Helan...

Previously, everyone was called the devil He Lan and He Lan, so he thought the devil's surname was He Lan. If so, what about the devil's surname He Lan?

The surname He Lan is not common, and it's in Lumingjian, could there be such a coincidence?

If this young man in black named He Lanzhan is the devil He Lan, then who is "Azhan" who lives in the room next to him and has not changed in 20 years?

Qi Wuyou hastily returned to the street the same way, but He Lanzhan and "Azhan" were both gone.

He went in and out of the small courtyard, and the sky outside did not know when it changed.

The sunny day turned cloudy, and the eyes of people coming and going on the street were gloomy, and they turned their heads to stare at him secretly after walking out a long distance, as if they had discovered an outsider and were trying to kill him through eye contact.

The hairs on Qi Wuyou's back suddenly rose, and the alarm bells rang in his mind.

Something's wrong, we can't stay here any longer!

He didn't care about looking for He Lanzhan and "Azhan", covered his face with a flower bone fan, came out from the fork in the cave, hurried back to the road leading to the outside of the cave, and kept moving forward.

When he was almost at the exit, he heard someone chasing after him dragging a heavy object.

It felt like being chased by a "ghost" dragging a chain hammer in a haunted house.

How did it suddenly develop into a battle royale?

If you think about it with your toes, you know that it will be no good if you get caught!

The space here looks open, but in fact it is still walking in a low cave, unable to control the fan, so Qi Wuyou had no choice but to quicken his pace, and in the end he almost started to trot, rushing towards the back wall of a certain house in the town.

When passing through a certain boundary, the noise of the houses in front of me and the noise of the small town in my ears disappeared, and the sky ahead was bright and it was noon.

The hem of the clothes hadn't completely come out of the cave, the coolness hit the back of his neck from behind, Qi Wuyou turned his head, and saw more than a dozen hands of different sizes and thicknesses stretching out towards him, as if they wanted to drag him back.

At that moment, the blood on his head faded, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned around and pulled out the hem of his clothes.

A dozen hands scraped the hair behind him, and it melted away in the sun.

Looking at the cave again, it's a black hole, quiet and empty, everything in Luming Town just now seems to have never existed.

"..."

so close!

Qi Wuyou hadn't recovered from his nervousness when he heard someone behind him say: "Congratulations to Mr. Lan Fang for winning the first place."

When he heard someone talking at first, his heart almost stopped beating, his body froze almost imperceptibly, and he turned around, only to see the Mingxiu disciple who was at the entrance looking at him with a smile.

"..."

Why does this man make no sound when he walks?

Qi Wuyou's Adam's apple slipped, and he restrained himself from letting out a breath. After the veins on his forehead stopped twitching, he asked, "Am I the first to come out?"

"Exactly." Mingxiu smiled, walked forward, and said, "Mr. Lan Fang, please follow me."

Qi Wuyou followed Mingxiu, looking back at the cave behind him with lingering fear.

Whether it was the flashback memory when he knocked on the door, He Lanzhan and "Azhan" who appeared in the environment, and the hands that tried to drag him back at the end, there was an unusual atmosphere.

Xi He... What is the background?

Why set up such a weird phantom array?

He seems to have made a mistake, Qi Wu worried: since he passed through the book, he has gotten used to viewing the characters in the book from the perspective of an editor.

Like when he first met "Azhan" and saw that he knew the secrets of the world of cultivating immortals, he put him in the role of "Bai Xiaosheng of the Immortal Gate", and tried every means to rationalize his omniscience with logic.

Thinking about it now, his ancestors were all mortals, so is it possible to dig out so many secrets?

Going a step further, was it really a coincidence that he met "Azhan" at the entrance of Luming Town?

Or was it because he was thinking too much, what "Azhan" said was true, and he was indeed a monk who had just glimpsed the way, and the illusion here was Xihe's fabrication?

He Lanzhan, Xihe, and "Azhan" are constantly cutting things off and still chaotic, what is the relationship between them?

"May I ask a question," Qi Wuyou suddenly stopped, "How old is Tianming Jun?"

Mingxiu was surprised, as if he didn't know why he asked such a question, and replied: "Mr. Tianming knows the destiny very close."

Knowing the destiny, that is nearly 50 years old.

At that time, "Azhan" looked seventeen or eighteen years old. More than 20 years later, he is about 40 years old now. It is very likely that he was a witness to the siege of Lumingjian.

"Azhan" personally said that only Xihe, the "Three Immortals" and Ruan Qiushuang knew what happened back then.

The details of "Azhan" and He Lanzhan's getting along in the illusion are so clear, as if Xi He had watched from the sidelines like Qi Wuyou did just now.

But looking at the reactions of "Azhan" and He Lanzhan, it didn't look like there was a third person present.

Qi Wuyou suddenly smashed the flower bone fan into his palm—is there any connection between "Azhan" and Tianmingjun? !