I preach with black technology

Chapter 22

Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes from his meditation.

The aura in the meridians is extremely full, and the golden core is round and stable floating in the dantian, protruding slightly to the surroundings, like the limbs and head that have just begun to develop. After entering meditation, the surrounding aura still lands smoothly Yan drilled every pore inward, and the exercises started to work unconsciously, as if he couldn't wait to transform the golden elixir into a little Nascent Soul.

The uncontrolled movement of aura made Lu Yan uncomfortable.

It doesn't refer to the comfort of the body, but a premonition of the future, which is not good.

Lu Yan tried to deduce it in his spiritual consciousness, and it seemed that something was blinding his perception, deliberately making him unable to deduce anything, which made Lu Yan feel a subtle and offended feeling.

Ying Sanliang is next to Lu Yan's guardian. He is a big realm higher than Lu Yan, so he can naturally feel the unusual aura of Lu Yan. Ying Sanliang drank the last sip of today's wine with care, his eyes are full of envy and jealousy : "How old are you, you are in the middle stage of Golden Core."

Lu Yan still crossed his legs, resting his face in one hand, and said lazily: "It's only been half a year since I broke through the golden core."

Ying Sanliang didn't have a sitting position at first, but when he heard this, he immediately stood up straight, walked back and forth in the room twice, with a solemn expression: "Your cultivation speed is not right."

It's too fast, no one can go from just breaking through to the mid-stage of Jindan within half a year.

Ying Sanliang has experienced it before. After he broke through the golden core, he has been stabilizing the state of the early stage of the golden core for ten years. In addition, he has participated in the thunder tribulation. Only when he is stable can he be integrated and enter the next stage of the golden core.

If the golden core is unstable, it will be even more difficult to break through the Nascent Soul later.

But it took Yingsanliang a full 100 years to go from Jindan to Yuanying.

Of course, Lu Yan knew that this speed was wrong, but there was no problem with his body, and the quality of the golden core seemed to be very good. What was even more embarrassing was that the spiritual energy penetrated into the meridians by itself, and it was not Lu Yan who controlled the absorption. , In fact, it is suppressing the movement of the aura, otherwise Ren Luyan will let go of his hands and absorb it as much as he can, and he will probably pass the catastrophe immediately.

Ying Sanliang asked, "Have you sent a letter to your master? The Divine Good Fortune Sect may have a solution to your situation."

"All the books of the Divine Creation Sect are here," Lu Yan raised a finger and tapped his head, "Don't worry, I know it well."

Soldiers come to block water and earth to cover, Lu Yan is most afraid of challenges.

Moreover.

Lu Yan turned his head slightly. On the sky, the golden lines kept changing and arranged in various combinations.

You can't do it directly, you can only turn a corner to target this kind of behavior, which means that the other party is also throwing a mouse.

The parties involved are not in a hurry, and it is useless for Ying Sanliang to be anxious. They are now temporarily living in a house opposite Yiyue Shop. On the day they arrived, the City Lord's Mansion specially sent invitations to invite Lu Yan and Ying Sanliang to live temporarily. .

But Ying Sanliang's natal sword is in the process of forging back, and needs to take blood from time to time to melt the sword to strengthen the connection with the natal sword, and Lu Yan just locked the young city master in the ultimate space and chopped it up, so he is too embarrassed to see his parents .

This is the ninth day since Lu Yan came to Houtucheng, and there are still fourteen days before the handover ceremony of the Valley Master of Yigu.

Taoist Yiyue has forged or reforged tens of thousands of swords in one hand, and the process has long been established, but the apprentices are not here, so he will be slower alone. However, on the tenth day, Ying Sanliang received the sword he imagined. The brand new natal sword.

Ying Sanliang's natal sword is called Wenchen. At this time, the sword has completely disappeared from its old and worn-out appearance. The mutated ice spirit root has a few small snowflakes on the sword, and as soon as it gets close, you can feel the cold air dispersing.

Lu Yan is not a swordsman, but he can't help but love weapons. He took out a sword from the storage bag and said with great interest, "Try it?"

Ying Sanliang's palm was completely fitted to the hilt of the sword, and he seemed to be able to feel the humming and fighting intent of Wenchen Sword. His eyes lit up: "Come and fight!"

Taoist Yiyue and Elder Pojun moved small benches and sat at the door to watch, only a plate of melon seeds was missing.

Lu Yan's swordsmanship was taught by Fuyi. Fuyi's sword moves are direct, fast, and fatal in one blow. She has been practicing swords since she was a child, and she swung her sword three thousand times a day. The foundation is very good, but Lu Yan is different. In his normal state, he lacked the ubiquitous vigor of a swordsman.

If Jianxiu is "killing", then Lu Yan is "breaking".

Ying Sanliang and Fu Yi are two extremes, he is a casual cultivator, he has no systematic sword moves, only the epiphany between life and death, he knows that no one should underestimate him, even though the young man in front of him is just 16 years old, a whole realm younger than him, and not a swordsman.

"Om-"

The sword body of Wenchen Sword was covered with a layer of frost, and the ice started from under two or three feet, and spread to Lu Yan's body.

Lu Yan looked down at the shadow on the light-shining ice surface, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Wen Chenjian, so that's the case."

There are no shadows on the ice, no way back, no way back.

Fantasy!

In order to study why the voice of the mermaid can weave illusions, Lu Yan tossed Jiao Ruyan a lot.Illusions act on the eyes and the brain, especially monks with vast spiritual sense, who can capture tiny signals and build models. For example, when Lu Yan's uncle asks people, he can't see with his eyes, and he recognizes people with his spiritual sense.

In other words, if you are not firm enough and have a big brain hole, you may look directly at your heart in the illusion, or indulge in the illusion.

Ying Sanliang's sword pointed directly at Lu Yan's fair neck.

"Ding!"

Lu Yan's horizontal sword was in front of him, he stopped Ying Sanliang's sword momentum, and swung his sword backhand.

Then, the two of you came and went, and after more than a dozen moves in a row, every time Lu Yan collided with the Wenchen Sword, Lu Yan would fall into an illusion. Beaten by the illusion, I don't know what day and night, so I can only be slaughtered by three or two.

It's a pity that it's a pity that Ying Sanliang is facing Lu Yan.

A genius who can deconstruct formations and runes at a glance.

At the end of the sparring, Ying stopped in twos and twos: "No more fights, no more fights, why are you so difficult?"

Lu Yan withdrew his sword, smiled and said, "Two more moves and you will win."

"You don't use runes, I can't win by force," said Ying Sanliang, who had never seen such a difficult person. His illusion was ever-changing, so the natal sword was named "Wen Chen". Those with a high realm can let go of the illusion and escape, and those with a similar realm can have a better chance of winning. Even the Chaomu Sword Fuyi Immortal who is known for his violence and violence, when fighting with him, he is not as easy as breaking an illusion with a single sword. However, Ying pouted in twos and threes, "If your big puppet hadn't shown signs of life, I wouldn't have been caught by you."

Taoist Yiyue closed his eyes and applauded his nephew: "Xiao Bupo is amazing!"

Elder Pojun is not a swordsman, but he has read a lot of books. In his opinion, Lu Yan's sword moves are not systematic, but his posture is really good-looking. He is holding a sword in white clothes and has a long body. The sword cultivators who are in danger all over the world.

Comparing it to being rough and poor, occasionally there are a few tricks that are even ugly, and the elder Pojun also closes his eyes and blows: "My friend Bupo is amazing!"

Ying Sanliang didn't feel lonely in the slightest, he caressed the Wenchen sword carefully, the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising high, he almost kissed him.

As soon as the words fell, there was a "plop" sound from the sword casting shop.

Taoist Yiyue and Po Jun looked back subconsciously.

A strong man more than two meters tall ran out of the shop, with slightly scorched hair and ragged clothes, jumping up and down in front of Po Jun and Taoist Yiyue like an ancestor, with a small lightning ball in his hand.

It was Yuan Chi who was hacked in the ultimate elemental space.

Po Jun was already very used to Yuan Chi's appearance, and nodded in satisfaction when he saw the stable appearance of the thunder ball: "It's well controlled."

Taoist Yiyue showed a smiling face: "My apprentices can finally come back!"

After Yuan Chi finished showing off in front of the two elders, he turned his head and saw Lu Yan. He still remembered that he said something wrong when they first met, and this good-looking young man was not afraid of the lightning on his body!

Lu Yan retracted the sword in his hand into the storage bag, and turned his head to look at Yuan Chi's state. The power of Jielei did not disperse, indicating that it can be well hidden in the blood, which is a good thing.

Ying Sanliang "hehe" laughed twice, and held up the Wenchen sword: "Friend Daoist, we have an unwritten rule for casual cultivators. Don't leave your back to others!"

Lu Yan turned around suddenly, holding a talisman between his fingers, before it could be torn apart, a huge figure enveloped Lu Yan.

Yuan Chi ran towards Lu Yan excitedly and opened his arms, as if he wanted to hug him.

But the next moment.

"Kala--"

The ice instantly wrapped Yuan Chi's body, and under the scorching sun, he was frozen into a crystal clear statue.

Lu Yan: "..."

Ying Sanliang: "..."

I heard that my second idiot... No, my eldest son came out of customs and came here specially, and wanted to invite Lu Bupo to visit the city owner and his wife at the same time: "..."

**

Silence, silence is the City Lord's Mansion tonight.

The chandelier above his head was shining brightly, and the Young Master of Houtu City kept sneezing.

Every time he slaps, Ying Sanliang feels ashamed.

At that time, Ying Sanliang didn't use the ultimate move. After all, it was a sparring, and casual cultivators did have this rule. Before the end, the sparring could be carried out again, so Ying Sanliang deliberately picked a move when Lu Yan was unprepared. According to his idea, Lu Yan should react quickly and give a counterattack. Who knows that the Young Master of Houtu City will suddenly come out.

Who knew that the young master of Houtu City, a cultivator Lei Lingen, would suddenly get a cold from the cold?

Lu Yan took out a bottle of elixir and broke the silence at the dinner party: "I think the young city lord seems to be born with some inadequacies. This bottle of elixir is just right for it. It can gently replenish qi and nourish the body."

Yuan Qian looked at his silly son, then looked at Lu Yan who was courteous and thoughtful, and sighed: "You are welcome, I should thank you. If it weren't for the ultimate element, I wouldn't have brought such a powerful thunder spirit to Ah Chi." root."

Lu Yan put the elixir on the table, and said, "Everyone has their own destiny, and the ultimate elemental space was purchased by Uncle Pojun, so it should be the opportunity of the young city master."

Yuan Chi, who was sitting on Lu Yan's left, sniffed and wiped his hands with a towel. With a flash of lightning in his palm, he popped a handful of white popcorn with Lingmi and handed it to Lu Yan: "Bupo likes to eat."

Yuan Yang, who has never eaten the popcorn made by his own son: "..."

Why a little jealous.

Lu Yan looked at the handful of popcorn and the shiny dog ​​eyes of the tall young man. For some reason, he thought of Shen Erji, who was slow to respond. He took the popcorn and put the elixir in Yuan Chi's palm: "Thank you, Young City Master."

Alas, I don't know if Shen Erji has left the customs.

Yuan Chi held the elixir: "You're welcome!"

"Cough," the lady of the city lord saw the expression of "I can't help my father" on Yuan Li's old face, coughed lightly, and said softly, "Friends Bupo and Daoist Ying have been in Tucheng for a long time, and they have been neglectful. Please forgive me, fellow daoists."

Lu Yan shook his head: "It's because I haven't visited the city lord and his wife, and I'm not polite enough."

Ying quickly followed in twos: "Please forgive me, please forgive me."

At the age of 16 years, before he actually met Lu Yan, Yuan Li would not have believed that someone had broken through the golden core at the age of [-]. There is also the kindness when interacting with people, which really has to be loved by people.

You know, even Duan Tongfeng, the chief of the Jianzong who was endowed with high expectations, could not hide his arrogance under his polite face when he came to Houtu City.

Such a person will surely become the pillar of the future cultivation world.

Yuan Yang believed so firmly.

The wife of the city lord had a very happy exchange with Lu Yan. Lu Yan did what he liked, talked a lot about his maintenance experience, and gave a golden hairpin.

When Lu Yan first started selling lamps in his early years, he considered the situation that spirit stones and gold and silver were not in circulation. Later, he found that gold and silver are good carriers, and the success rate of depicting formations and runes on gold and silver is very high.

When a group of students from Buluofu passed the graduation exam, the maintenance department was gradually completed, and the maintenance departments in various places could directly receive gold, silver, copper and other currencies and send them to the Divine Creation Sect.

Lu Yan seldom makes jewelry. This golden hairpin was originally made for Fuyi, but Fuyi felt that the gold was too shiny, and it was easy to be locked out when competing with others, so he didn't want it anyway. I bought a wooden hairpin, and this gold hairpin has been sealed up to now.

The lady of the city lord has a very kind face, which is very suitable for gold jewelry. Lu Yan engraved a defensive rune on the golden hairpin, which can resist an attack of Jindan or below.

Lu Yan said: "Houtucheng has been passed down to this day, I can only borrow flowers to present Buddha, I hope Madam will not dislike it."

With just one sentence, the information that Houtu Town suppressed the gate of the demon world was revealed without a trace, so that the wife of the mayor could not refuse. I have to say that among the few people present, none of them could speak better than Lu Bupo.

After Ying Sanliang drank today's wine, he continued to drink tea, touching the teacup and thinking, Lu Bupo should change his name to Sancai Boy.

At the end of the dinner, Yuan Yan asked softly: "Fellow Daoist Bupo is also going to the Medical Valley to observe the ceremony this time?"

Lu Yan had some guesses, and replied, "Exactly."

"Coincidentally," Yuan Yan said, "I have a heartless request, and I can't hope to get rid of Fellow Daoist Haihan."

Lu Yan said: "The city lord is polite, what's the matter?"

Yuan Yan turned his gaze to Yuan Chi: "My family, A Chi, is also going to the Medical Valley to observe the ceremony. I am a little worried that he will go on the road alone, and I want to ask Bupo Daoist to take him for a ride."

Lu Yan's heart skipped a beat, he remained calm and said with a smile: "It's just a little thing, the city lord can rest assured."

However, Yuan Qian stood up and bowed deeply to Lu Yan together with the city lord's wife: "Thank you, Bupo Daoist."

How could Lu Yan accept the ceremony from the city lord? Strictly speaking, the city lord and his master belonged to the same generation. He also stood up, turned his body, and returned the salute: "The city lord doesn't have to be like this. After all, I also need to be guarded by fellow Taoists."

Yuan Chi was so stupid that he couldn't tell the situation clearly, and followed the example of his parents, bowing to Lu Yan to the end.

Yuan Qian was about to speak to Ying Sanliang, but was interrupted by Ying Sanliang forcefully, and raised his teacup: "Don't worry, protecting one is protecting, and protecting two is also protecting. I will do it first with tea instead of wine, and freeze the young city lord." The only thing is that I can't help it!"

"Thank you, Daoist Ying!"

Before leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Yuan Qian looked at Lu Yan and hesitated to speak.

Lu Yan understood, walked up to Yuan Yang alone, and asked, "The city lord has something to say?"

It was completely dark, and the entire Houtu City was asleep, only the tower was lit and there were guards standing there.

Yuan Yang took out a token the size of a child's palm from his arms, on which were engraved two simple characters "Hou Tu". The token was warm, so it could be seen that it had been kept in his arms for a long time. Said: "Fellow Taoist, I have nothing else to ask for. If one day Houtu collapses, please give this token to Yuan Chi. He is Houtu's last blood and hope."

For the first time, he didn't call "A Chi", but "Yuan Chi".

But Lu Yan didn't accept it.

Lu Yan put the token back into Yuan Yang's arms, his dark eyes could see the bright light even at night, he said seriously: "You have to teach him what responsibility is, and then hand over Houtucheng to him , if the back soil collapses, I will fill the formation myself!"

Day two.

Because there was one more person, Lu Yan sacrificed a spirit boat and flew to the Valley of Medicine with three people on board.

Yuan Chi left Houtucheng for the first time, and waved vigorously in the direction of his parents.

Yuan Li, Po Jun, and Taoist Yiyue watched the three go away until they turned into a small dot.

Taoist Yiyue put his hands behind his back and said with a silly smile: "I haven't suffocated me these two days, the little brat is finally gone, he can fool me but not me, the old guys are still alive, how can he be useful."

On his tall body, the muscles almost protrude from his clothes. Taoist Yue had a smile on his face, and another sentence was hidden in his lips and teeth: "Fate has a fart, I don't believe in fate!"

Po Jun frowned: "I will immediately notify the elders of Tianyan Sect to come to Houtu City."

Taoist Yiyue held a letter talisman paper in his hand: "My junior brother Yichen and my junior brother Yiwen are already on their way here, and they are the only two who are best at formations in the Divine Creation Sect."

Yuan Li's vicissitudes face is full of determination: "Jianzong has already replied, and will arrive in Houtu City soon."

No one knew that a small hummingbird was hovering above the heads of the three of them.

On the spirit boat, Lu Yan parked another hummingbird in his hand, squinting his eyes slightly, not knowing what he heard.

"Oh, Master Yiyue has a bad temper..."