Marry Long Aotian

Among the three, the leading young man was named Wei Ye, and the two younger ones, the girl named Ye Jing and the boy named Song Shu, were from the same village as him.

A few months ago, people from a nearby sect went to their village to test their spiritual roots, and all three of them were found to have cultivation talents. Originally, the sect wanted to take them all under the sect, but Wei Ye heard about the reputation of Bitong Academy and did not enter. That little sect decided to leave instead, and venture into Bitong Academy.

Wei Ye's family was poor, and he was not liked by his stepmother; Ye Jing's family had many brothers, and she was not valued very much; Song Shu was simply an orphan, so the three of them left without any worries.

During this journey, the sickly Song Shu almost couldn't hold on, but luckily he managed to survive with the help of breathing into his body.

When they learned that it would take them several days to float by boat to the next water town, the three of them couldn't help but rejoice that they took a casual boat. If they only rely on two legs, they don't know how long it would take.

In the evening, Mo Yang invited them to a meal made of common ingredients: meatball soup (recover 5 energy points), steamed pork ribs with rice flour (recover 5 energy points), pickled fish (restore 5 energy points).However, for the three of them, it was extremely delicious.

Seeing that the food was gone, Wei Ye was a little embarrassed: "This..."

"Eat." Mo Yang took out another bucket of rice and added some snacks.

After the meal was full, the three of them cleaned up the dishes, piled them on the small table, and wiped the boat board.

Tonight was a new moon, and the night was very dark, and the wind was blowing up over the moor, and the boat was rocking.

A fishing lantern was placed on the low stool with square feet on the boat plank, illuminating the square inch of the land and adding warmth to the crisis-ridden wilderness.

Wrapped in a quilt, Song Shu whispered to Wei Ye, "Brother Wei, it's really nice here."

I had enough food today and a safe place to sleep.

Song Shu actually didn't understand what elder brother Wei was talking about, Bitong Academy, what kind of monk, he was an orphan since he was a child, and he didn't live a good life, but the two people who were the best for him left, and he also wanted to follow.

Wei Ye said with a smile: "We will have such ships in the future."

"En." Song Shu said softly.

Ye Jing also nodded: "We will have some in the future."

A few days later, they arrived at the next water village. Although Wei Ye said that it was enough to stop here, Mo Yang still did not let them go, but continued to move forward together.

Wei Ye was neither humble nor overbearing, accepting his help, he just cupped his hands and said: "Wei will definitely repay you in the future."

Ye Jing also looked at Mo Yang with bright eyes. Although she was young, her mind was much more mature than Song Shu's. She knew the good and the bad, and knew when to seize the opportunity.

"Sir, can you tell us about Bitong Academy?" Ye Jing hugged her knees and said suddenly, "We don't know anything."

Looking at her, Mo Yang seemed to see Ye Qiushui from many years ago, with a spark hidden in his body.

Although very thin, but not timid.

Mo Yang was a little dazed, he seemed to have really become stronger, unknowingly, someone also sought protection from him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ye Jing lowered her head, "It was Xiaojing who offended the elder."

Mo Yang shook his head and asked her, "Are you literate?"

Ye Jing quickly replied: "I know a few, and Brother Wei also knows them."

Mo Yang took out a few copies of "Wuzhou Zhi" from his backpack. He had read them all, and they recorded the scenery and common sense of the cultivation world. They were produced by the Kunlun Immortal Sect, so they must be high-quality goods.

There are also a few sets of superficial breathing exercises in it, which are better than groping by yourself.

One book for each person, all of them are treasures. Seeing that their eyes were suppressed and excited, and they wanted to talk to him, Mo Yang went back to his room to rub some medicine and let them read books on the deck.

Soon, he heard low voices on the deck. It was Song Shu who couldn't read the words, so Wei Ye and Ye Jing read to him word by word.

Mo Yang rubbed small medicines inside, the more he rubbed, the more lonely he became.

……

After drifting for more than ten days, they finally arrived at the big city in the south of Central Continent, Tianyong City.

Going up against the current, the river channel gradually widened. After 996 made a turn, they drifted to the Jingshu River Basin.The small boat was rickety, floating on this vast river like the sea, it looked very small, but it was very stable.

Ancient trees form mountains, and tree whiskers hang down on both sides of the river. The evening sun shines on the river, shining like a golden pond.In the distance, a huge city is looming, it is Tianyong City.

"What a big city!" Song Shu exclaimed, he originally thought that the water town he saw along the way was big enough and prosperous enough for him to live there for the rest of his life.

But compared with Tianyong City, the water town is like an ant, too small.

Wei Ye's eyes were full of longing, and ambition was born in the longing, he murmured: "This is the world of cultivation..."

What is the torture he suffered in the past?

Tianyong City is indeed very big. Compared with Zixiao City and Tianyong City, Mo Yang found Tianyong City to be better.

After all, one is an important transportation hub in Central Continent, and the other is just a "square city" at the foot of Zixiao Xianzong.

From here, the Jingshu River can go directly to the center of Central Continent, and there are frequent boats and boats, Mo Chao plans to put the three of them here, give them a sum of spirit stones to take the boat, and control the sword himself.

Before there were too many people on the shore, Mo Yang took out the three storage bags. Other people's storage bags can't be put in storage bags, but his backpack can. bag, 1000 copies.

These are all habits left over from playing games before, always have storage tools.

There was only five cubic meters of space in each of the three storage bags, and Mo Yang put some life-saving talismans and small medicines of the yellow rank, as well as 50 low-grade spirit stones, a little broken silver and spirit beads for each person, and three middle-grade pieces for Wei Ye Lingshi, in case of emergency.

Wei Ye squeezed the storage bag, but couldn't speak.

On the shore, the three bid farewell to Mo Yang.

Tianyong City is very prosperous, but it is not a place where they can go to have fun now. They just want to go to Bitong Academy as soon as possible and start practicing.

On the shore of Yangliu, there are groups of spirit boats, and the hulls of the boats are illuminated by golden light, which is a bit glaring.

The three of them were very smart, they put the storage bag next to their underwear, and even if they needed to use it, they would pretend to take it out of the salute, so they were cautious all the way until they reached Bitong Academy.

Mo Yang looked at the spirit ship in the distance: "The ship is about to leave, you guys go quickly."

"Thank you for your kindness, fellow daoist, see you at Bitong Academy." Wei Ye bent down and cupped his hands, took Song Shu and Ye Jing away, and walked towards the distant Jiangkou.

Mo Yang watched them off, and he didn't look back until he saw that they had successfully boarded one of the spirit ships.

At this moment, the willows were suddenly blown by the wind, and Mo Yang's eyes got into the catkins, and he couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

When he opened it again, the sun was slanting and the willow tree was drooping, revealing a huge spirit boat that had already docked on the shore in the distance.

It's a spirit boat, the kind that flies in the sky, because it's too big, it almost blends into the green mountain, Mo Yang didn't realize it just now.

On the spirit boat, a purple and white Zong emblem was burned.

When Mo Yang saw the Zong Hui that almost occupied half of the ship's side, his mind went blank for a moment.

In Dongzhou 22 years ago, when he read the admission brochure, he remembered this Zonghui.

The emblem of Zixiao Xianzong.

Catkins are flying, the evening sun shines on the woodcut Zong emblem, and a warm wind blows from far away.

Mo Yang looked at Tianyong City, many people were queuing to enter, the city wall was towering, stretching as far as the eye could see, it was rare in Central Continent.

As soon as he turned his footsteps, he also lined up behind him.

Because he wanted to go in quickly, he didn't hide his cultivation anymore, and walked through the passage of the Golden Core cultivator.

It's just that I didn't expect that there are many people who accept registration for this channel, and there are not a few people in the middle and late stages of Jindan.

After Mo Yang entered the city, he found that the city was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the guards were also wearing red belts. It seemed that a happy event was happening.

He went to the teahouse and smashed the spirit stone, asked for a mistress, and asked for half an hour before he knew what happened.

Cui Song, the lord of Tianyong City, is going to hold a couple ceremony. The Taoist partner is Fairy Xiaoyue of Xumi Peak of the Zixiao Immortal Sect. It just so happens that there are many disciples from the Zixiao Immortal Sect at the five continents event.

This group of people was mighty and mighty, divided into several fleets, leading more than 40 elders during the out-of-body period alone, and even the Patriarch Dujie came out of customs, ready to discuss the Tao with the elders of the Sanxiu League.

But Fairy Xiaoyue and Cui Song didn't have that much face, several fleets left after delivering the congratulatory gifts, only one of Xumifeng stayed to attend the wedding banquet tomorrow night.

Mo Chao asked him: "If I want to go in and attend the wedding banquet, what can I do?"

Xiaoer scratched his head: "This... the city lord's couple ceremony is to have fun with the people. All monks can enter the city lord's mansion to drink. But, if you want to sit in the inner hall, it will be very difficult. If the guest officer wants to sit If you go to the inner hall and have a toast with the big monk, you can only go to Bailan Pavilion to try your luck. Yesterday, I saw someone in Bailan Pavilion selling a seat in the inner hall at a high price. Because of the high price, it is not sold now go out."

Mo Yang: "Thank you."

Then he went to Bailan Pavilion, the seat was just a small seat in the corner, but the seller offered a high price for a hundred spirit crystals, which made people discouraged.

Mo Chao is very rich now, so he smashed the Lingjing to buy the seat and got the invitation.

The invitation card was made of fine Lingyu, which was radiant and colorful, with the names of the city lord and Fairy Xiaoyue on them.

On the second day, the wedding ceremony began, Mo Yang couldn't go to see it, he could only attend the wedding banquet in the evening.

He stayed in the city for a day, and did not go in with the invitation until it was nearly dark.

Mo Yang was still wearing a disguise, only changed into a more expensive dress, which matched the atmosphere very well.

As expected, his seat was very far away, he was almost pushed against the wall, and the reception of the City Lord's Mansion was quite scornful for him who spent money to come in like this. Mo Yang sat in the corner for another hour, and the others came in gradually.

These people were all sitting in front of Mo Yang, and they were all wearing the same style of jade pendants, they were probably from the City Lord's Mansion, and their cultivation ranged from out of body to golden core.

Mo Yang didn't even know them.

Finally, a bell rang, and the disciples of Zixiao Xianzong arrived.

Mo Yang couldn't help but look up.

Those who can enter Mount Sumeru are naturally the proud sons of heaven, all of them are wearing purple and white main peak disciple uniforms, paired with top-grade spiritual jade, tall and dusty, with deep eyes and a smile, restrained and silent.

The Zixiao Immortal Sect has always had the status of the head of the five continents sect. The disciples of Xumi Peak are very capable of fighting when they are taken out, but none of them has a cultivation base below the Golden Core. Now they are sitting in a room, reflecting The room is full of brilliance, which is admirable.

Dongzhou is indeed the ultimate realm of cultivation.

Mo Yang looked for them one by one, but he couldn't find Yan Lingyun.

He didn't come.

Mo Yang stared at the rice bowl, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Not long after, the maid began to serve the dishes, which were full of beautiful things in eyes, delicious in color and fragrance.

Mo Yang flicked the chopsticks, but he still held them in his hands. He spent a hundred spirit crystals, and if he didn't eat them, he couldn't get back his money.

Just then, the door bell rang.

Seeing the people in front of him standing up, Mo Yang bowed his hands and said, "I've seen the city lord, ma'am."

Mo Yang quickly followed suit and stood up, but he had just stood up, before he raised his hand, the city lord asked someone to sit down.

So he sat back slowly.

After everyone returned to their seats, the few people standing in the main hall were particularly obvious.

Mo Yang saw a figure from behind.

His mind went blank, but his first reaction was to slowly lower his eyes and stare at the desk.

He heard Fairy Xiaoyue's gentle voice: "Lingyun, you can take the first seat."

Then came a slightly cold voice:

"Yes."

The banquet started, and there was a harmonious atmosphere, and the fairy music began to be performed in the hall, which was very beautiful.

The monks also started talking in twos and threes, and soon relaxed casually.

Mo Yang finally raised his eyes, and looked across from the gap in the crowd.

On the opposite side, the Chief, Yan Lingyun sat cross-legged with a sword in his hand, his imposing manner was even more cold and arrogant. He was dressed in the Zixiao Immortal Sect's Chengzong disciple's uniform in frosty white and blue, and the robe covered the floor.From Mo Yang's angle, he could only see his profile, wearing half a silver mask, with his head tilted slightly to listen to the city lord's words.

Zixiao Immortal Sect Chengzong disciples must wear silver and white masks when they go out to shield themselves from spiritual detection.

He still wore a high ponytail, but wearing a jade crown made him look even more unapproachable.

The Baopu sword's brilliance is restrained, with a sword tassel on it, hanging on his shoulder.

Mo Hao stared at him unconsciously, but he felt a feeling of timidity similar to being close to home.

Let's wait until Bitong Academy, and then go to Kangkang.

In case Yan Lingyun doesn't remember him, or doesn't care about the past, or doesn't like him anymore, at the Five Continents Ceremony, everyone is very reserved, and he won't be too embarrassed.

In 22 years, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnv didn't have such a long time.

Holding the tea bowl, Mo Yang looked at himself reflected in it.

The seats he bought were too partial, and because he didn't take the initiative, no monks came to talk to him. After the whole banquet, Yan Lingyun didn't notice him either.

At Haishi, the wedding banquet ended and everyone left, and they would not bother them for the next few days, because it was the time for the city lord and Fairy Xiaoyue.

Mo Yang left from the side door of the main hall, went back to the inn to sit, packed up his things, and Lian Ye Yujian left.

……

In the darkness, only a monk, Mo Yang, was on his way.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the moon has turned back to a full moon, reflecting the treetops thousands of miles away, soaring and lofty.The clouds in the sky are sparse, with only a few pieces occasionally, which are also penetrated by the moonlight, like fine sand scattered by the sea.

Mo Yang kept flying forward for a long time.

The moonlight shone on him, bright and silent, and the green forests formed mountains under a boat with leaves, full of greenery, even at night, it seemed that the green juice was about to drip and turn into a light green mist.

Mo Yang couldn't help swinging left and right, brushing the treetops, like riding a roller coaster, after playing for a long time, he gradually showed a little smile.

The jasmine is in full bloom. Although I don't know where it is, the whole forest is immersed in the rich fragrance of flowers.

Mo Yang stayed in this green forest for a long time, and when he was about to take off again, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

It was so quiet, there was no sound of cicadas chirping.

He looked up at the moon, and the moon seemed to blur for a moment, gradually becoming unreal.

Mo Chao reacted suddenly, and immediately steered a flat boat forward, extremely fast——

Someone is blocking him with an enchantment!

But it was too late, a light blue light flashed across Mo Yang for dozens of miles, the barrier had been formed, and a dozen or so disciples jumped up silently from all sides, all wearing deep purple star robes, hoods and silver-white masks. The upper star map flickered, and it was the phantom of Hetu Luoshu, which was eye-catching.

Mo Yang knew this kind of star robe, which belonged exclusively to the disciples of Zixiao Xianzong's Star Pavilion.

As for the disciples of Zixiao Xianzong Xingge Pavilion—all of them are array pattern masters, they must not enter unless they are talented, and they must enter Fenghua Tower once they enter.Except for the orders of the master and the suzerain, they only listen to the chief dispatch of Fenghua Building.

Yan Lingyun appeared in the distance, standing with his sword, looking at him.

He still wore half a silver-white mask on his face and did not take it off.

I don't know what was added to the enchantment covering tens of miles. 996 was like on Xunxian Peak, unable to teleport. Mo Yang's first reaction was to run, and turned his back to Yan Lingyun and flew away.

But how could he be faster than Yan Lingyun in Yujian? The hair on Mo Yang's back stood on end, feeling the breath getting closer. At a certain moment, he was caught by the waist with a single arm and bumped into the young man's arms.

Yan Lingyun's hand was on the back of his neck, and the formula entered, Mo Yang's eyes went blank, and he lost consciousness.

Was held in his arms.