Chapter 154 Classics

The desert was vast and the wind and sand were rolling.

The cattle and sheep were grazing on the few remaining grasses. The nomads lived in tents wherever there was water and grass. Even the Khan of the desert did the same.

In the tent, Murong Xuan sat in the main seat. The dark-faced man beside him was the Khan.

At this time, everyone was gloomy, and the heroic singing and dancing in the past disappeared.

"Does Xu Xuan really have magic?" asked the Khan of the desert.

"Regardless of whether he has it or not, Xu Xuan has no problem fighting against the world's masters alone. Even if Jin Lin and I were there at the time, we would not be able to escape defeat." Murong Xuan was very sure that the white snake in the sky alone was not something that ordinary warriors could deal with.

The warriors of the desert never disdained to lie. When they heard the words of the Martial Saint, they believed it.

A fat man with tattoos and scars on his face came forward and half-knelt.

"I am willing to lead 10,000 grassland warriors. Even if we die together, we must kill this man!"

Another short man jumped out and said, "I am willing to fight, and my troops will be the vanguard!"

Everyone jumped forward to ask for a fight. Of course, this was just a show. Once they really went to fight, they would have many excuses.

"Khan! Please allow me to fight Xu Xuan in a duel!"

As soon as this was said, there was a burst of laughter.

Murong Xu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Suddenly, he slapped the table and the table broke into pieces.

"If anyone makes a fuss again, I will really send you to the front line!" Then, Murong Xuan turned his head and looked at the Khan, saying, "We must keep a low profile. The descendants of the grassland can bend and stretch. We will wait and see. In the future, we will definitely rule the Central Plains again!"

There has never been a person in the world who can crush the Grandmaster. Xu Xuan really suppressed an era.

The Grandmaster is powerful and can influence the regime.

There are Grandmasters in the Central Plains and in the desert. The two sides are balanced, and the Grandmasters dare not act easily.

Now Xu Xuan has appeared and broken this pattern, forming a pattern of one person suppressing a generation.

The only way to do it is to endure until the time is right. This is the survival experience of the descendants of the desert.

Thinking of this, everyone hurriedly sent messengers to the Central Plains. They want to bring peace.

Lingnan.

A handsome middle-aged man in white heard the news and was silent for a long time, not knowing how to speak.

There are many aristocratic families in the south, and the trend of Taoism cannot be violated. Is it really necessary to disband the branch family?

He is still considering...

In fact, many aristocratic families in many places have begun to disband the branch family, and try to divide the land below the upper limit.

Report this matter to Xu Xuan on the mountain.

"This is the resilience of people..." Xu Xuan sneered. Of course, the other party is so cooperative, and it is not good for him to be too extreme. Except for those who have blood debts on their hands, everyone else can survive.

The power of Taoism gradually expanded. Within half a year, the entire north surrendered. There was no decent government in the south, which was divided into more than a dozen pieces. It was not worth mentioning to them. If they did not need to digest the territory, they would have been taken down by now.

In Wutong Cave, Xu Xuan took out the inner elixir of Taoism and communicated with the mirror world with his spirit.

Eight years have passed in the real world, and eighty years have passed in the mirror world.

Eighty years is a lifetime for mortals, but for immortal cultivators, it is just a stage in life.

The mountains danced with silver snakes, and the mountains were green.

In the depths of the vast mountains, there were two lights, one gold and one black, in the sky.

"Die!"

The golden light was a woman with golden eyes. The woman pinched her fingers and shouted.

Hundreds and thousands of ghosts and gods appeared, driving the dark clouds and surrounding the old Taoist in the blood robe opposite.

The ghosts and gods were fearless, and Hong Xiangling shot out golden light and Yang Gang from time to time, so the man finally died unwillingly.

"Ugh!!"

The blood-robed monk was devoured by thousands of ghosts, not even a bone was left.

Eight rays of light flew up from below.

"Master!"

The people who saluted were both men and women, and it was obvious that they had dealt with other enemies.

"Go back." Hong Xiangling glanced around calmly.

There was a mysterious existence not far away watching all this, but Hong Xiangling was sure that it would never dare to attack him.

After several days of fighting, Hong Xiangling killed heartily.

The group returned to the back of Shanyin, which was a huge palace complex.

For more than a hundred years, Hong Xiangling finally gained a foothold in the Ten Thousand Mountains and broke through to the foundation-building stage, with a lifespan of three hundred years.

The current realm is the middle stage of foundation-building, which is also a small or medium-sized force in the mountains.

Yinshan Hall.

Eight core disciples stood in front of Hong Xiangling.

Hong Xiangling said to the eldest disciple Gao Feng: "You can now retreat and strive to break through the foundation as soon as possible. All the affairs of the sect will be handed over to the third brother."

"Yes!"

Then, Hong Xiangling said to the old man among the eight disciples: "Fourth brother, fifth brother, you can accept disciples."

"Yes!"

The two were a little disappointed, which meant that the master had sentenced them to "death".

Yinshan Sect currently has eight true disciples, more than fifty outer disciples, and more than three thousand farm tenants. They are called outer disciples, but in fact they are just sect servants, and sect servants with insufficient qualifications.

For practitioners, the more time they have to practice, the better. Asking them to accept disciples is a euphemism that it is useless. They can't practice much anymore. It's better to enjoy life and teach disciples.

When you are old, you don't have to be so lonely with disciples to take care of you.

"Okay, all of you go out." Hong Xiangling waved everyone away.

Came to the ancestral hall, took out the mirror and a storage bag.

The storage bag contained ghost candles and various spiritual herbs.

"Master Mirror Fairy, I offer you this!"

Hong Xiangling half-knelt and said respectfully.

Wow!

The mirror flashed, and the items disappeared. Then the storage bag came again, filled with full materials, some of which were original materials, and some were processed again.

These materials seemed to be free, and they filled up the entire 100 cubic meter storage bag directly.

In Wutong Cave.

Xu Xuan sat cross-legged, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his body glowing, and from time to time he took a dragon and tiger pill, and energy rose out of thin air in his body, and his double pupils absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and his blood and skill proficiency gradually increased.

After a long time, the practice ended.

Xu Xuan opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his clear purple pupils, and the purple color of his pupils gradually faded.

"The materials are still a little short, and we can start refining the Sun Flowing Pearl Pill."

The Sun Flowing Pearl Pill requires three kinds of spiritual objects, two positive spiritual objects, at least second-level, second-level is the foundation-building level, and one negative spiritual object.

There is no limit to the specific herbs, as long as they meet the level and conditions.

"Take your time."

Alchemy is not a matter of one day or one day. It is normal for some alchemists to spend more than ten years or decades looking for medicinal materials to refine a pill, and the higher the level of the pill, the more so.

Fortunately, Xu Xuan and the other side have different time flow characteristics, so he shouldn't have to wait long.

Just thinking about it, Xu Xuan walked outside the bamboo forest. There was a thatched cottage next to the bamboo forest, and a strange fragrance came from the thatched cottage.

There were three or two thatched cottages nearby.

"The True Lord is here!"

"Disciple greets the True Lord!"

Xu Xuan broke into it, and inside was the assembly line scene of true fire alchemy. Everyone put down their work and greeted him.

"Official business is important, no need to be polite, where is Yuan Yi (Sun Simiao)?" Xu Xuan asked a middle-aged man. The man seemed a little nervous and stuttered: "Master is in the beacon tower with Senior Gu Xiao."

"Okay."

Xu Xuan walked over slowly.

There was a taller building in front, which was renovated a few years ago. It was a beacon tower, and there was a pavilion next to it for perching.

The beacon tower existed during the reign of King You of Zhou, and the famous story of playing with the princes with beacon fires also took place there.

At this time, the sound of a zither came from the pavilion. A beautiful woman in a water-green dress played the zither for Sun Simiao and Gu Xiao.

"There has never been a dynasty without a king in the past dynasties. The Taoist sect has set a precedent." Sun Simiao couldn't help but sighed when he heard what happened recently.

"I wonder what Qin Shihuang in the underworld would think when he heard it?" Gu Xiao drank tea while listening to the sound of the zither.

The world gradually became peaceful, and Gu Xiao also had some free time. He even reconciled with his daughter and brought her up the mountain.

At this time, the woman's zither sounded chaotic. I don't know what she saw. The two looked over and found that it was Xu Xuan.

Xu Xuan stopped the two people who were saluting, looked at the woman, and said, "Are you Gu Hanwei? What is your relationship?"

Could they be father and daughter? They actually look a little bit similar.

"It's my daughter. Does the True Lord know my daughter?" Gu Xiao was also a little surprised.

"We were on the same boat before..." Thinking of this, Xu Xuan thought of Zhu Yuan again, "How is Zhu Yuan? Did you give him the blood-planting pill?"

"Yes, his strength is almost restored."

After three or five years of training, Zhu Yuan's personality has become much calmer; Xu Xuan once mentioned that he would send pills to help him restore his strength.

The sound of the piano continued to play.

Everyone's mind gradually calmed down.

At this moment, there was no respect or etiquette between the few people, and time seemed to be frozen.

The rhythm of music in this world is too slow, not as coherent as modern music, and people need to calm down to appreciate it.

After a long time, Xu Xuan asked Gu Xiao: "Did you bring the things?"

"Yes, I brought them."

Gu Xiao opened the box in the corner of the pavilion, which contained a pile of books.

These are the classics of various righteous sects.