Chapter 696 Fairy, Can You Tell Me Earlier Next Time?

Youzhou Jiulong City is a city with moderate development. The person with the highest cultivation level is the city lord, who is in the early stage of becoming a god.

It is said that there is a secret place hidden outside the city, but no one has explored it, and it has gradually become a legend.

In addition, there are the three major local sects that are well known, namely the Hunyuan Ancient Sword Sect, the White Sun Ascension Sect, and the Qiankun Ziyun Palace, all of which have Nascent Soul Monster in charge.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou can walk sideways in Kowloon City without anyone stopping them.

But they are not troublemakers. They came with a mission this time. Only by observing in secret can they determine their character.

"It should be in this direction." Meng Jingzhou left the old horse in the stable and went out to look for someone with Lu Yang.

"Information says that Xie An has no father or mother and lives in a ruined temple outside the city."

The three of them followed the instructions of the intelligence and came to this dilapidated temple. The archway of the temple was crumbling and the words could not be read clearly. It was unknown how long ago the temple was built and why the monks were moved.

The temple is a small one, with drafts leaking from all directions. The lotus platform is empty, not even a Buddha statue is visible.

There was hay spread in front of the lotus platform, and there was an extinguished fire in the middle. There was no Xie An, only an old beggar lying lazily on the ground, holding his head with one hand and scratching the lice on his body with the other.

"Do you want to show up and ask where Xie An is?" The two of them communicated secretly and did not show up rashly to ask the old beggar.

If the old beggar and Xie An knew each other, then Xie An would know their existence, which would not be conducive to secretly observing character.

Lu Yang analyzed: "Wait a moment, you see the quilts are folded neatly, it is definitely not made by the old beggar, it is most likely Xie An's doing, which means that even if Xie An leaves, he has not gone too far. "

Sure enough, in the evening, the dirty Xie An was helped into the temple by the little girl.

When the old beggar saw this, he gloated: "Why, you went to Hunyuan Ancient Sword Sect? I said they wouldn't want you two."

Xie An didn't say anything. The little girl who supported Xie An defended Xie An: "It's too much. They didn't even test Brother Xie's bones. Seeing that Brother Xie was in tatters, they said he definitely didn't have the talent for cultivation, so they directly killed Brother Xie. Throw it out of the sect!"

The little girl was dressed in tatters, as if she had just been dug out of a pit. Lu Yang could tell that if the little girl was cleaned and dressed up, she would be a beauty.

The old beggar yawned: "The price of the root bone stone is high, and the number of times it is used, it is strange that someone is willing to test your spiritual roots."

Xie An frowned and said nothing.

"Okay, don't be sulky, let's see what I got today." The old beggar conjured up three big white buns like a magic trick.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou stayed here for a whole day, but the old beggar didn't move at all.

"It's a steamed bun!" The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw the steamed bun.

One old man and two young children were eating steamed buns by the fire, quiet and happy.

Halfway through eating the steamed buns, Xie An suddenly said: "Sister Qiao'er, I'm going to try the Ascension Sect tomorrow."

Xie An's eyes were firm.

"Okay, I'll go with brother Xie."

The old beggar sneered, seeming to be laughing at Xie An for doing useless work.

After eating the steamed buns, the old beggar excitedly took Xie An's hand and cleared the hay aside, revealing a Go board marked with stones.

The old beggar took out a handful of black pebbles and a handful of white pebbles.

"Come on, thank you, kid, for playing two games with me."

Xie An agreed, and an old man and a young boy fought on the chessboard, with a little girl named Qiaoer watching from the side.

At the end of the five rounds, Xie An was victorious, and the old beggar was filled with regret.

After a night, while the old beggar was still sleeping, Xie An took Qiaoer to the Ascension Sect in the Day, and Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou followed secretly.

At the gate of Ascension Sect during the day, Xie An expressed his intention of coming and hoped to test his bones. However, the two outer disciples on duty at the gate sneered at Xie An.

"Gungungun, where does this little beggar come from? How can someone like you have spiritual roots?"

"Even the Qiankun Ziyun Palace where my Yuan Ying ancestor disappeared will not want you."

Xie An was pushed to the ground again. He remained silent and guarded silently, biting his lip.

Today's humiliation must be repaid a hundredfold!

In the evening, Xie An was helped back by Qiaoer again. The old beggar still looked gloating about his misfortune.

"I told you a long time ago that people like you won't get it anywhere."

Still eating steamed buns and playing Go, the old beggar kept losing.

Just when he was about to lose the fifth round, the old beggar suddenly said: "Xie boy, do you really want to become an immortal?"

Xie An nodded vigorously.

"Xiao Nizi, what about you? You were rescued from the robbers by Mr. Xie and have been following Mr. Xie. Do you also want to become an immortal?"

"Wherever Brother Xie goes, Qiaoer will follow!"

The old beggar stared into Qiaoer's eyes and suddenly laughed.

"Okay, okay, old man, I really saw you right! You are good talents who are born to practice!"

The old beggar took out a token and threw it to Xie An like a magician.

"Is this?" Xie An's eyes were full of confusion.

"Take this token and go to Qiankun Ziyun Palace tomorrow. Let's see who dares not to accept you!"

After saying that, the old beggar's figure dimmed and gradually disappeared.

"Wait, who are you?" Xie An wanted to catch the old beggar, but only caught a wisp of white smoke.

"When you join Qiankun Ziyun Palace, you will naturally know who I am, old man, hahahaha."

The old beggar disappears.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou remained silent.

Where is the beggar coming from now? This is obviously the Yuan Ying ancestor who disappeared from Qiankun Ziyun Palace. He met Xie An here by chance and was interested in accepting a disciple.

If Xie An didn't show up, he would become a member of Qiankun Ziyun Palace. The Taoist Sect couldn't be embarrassed to compete with such a low-ranking small sect for disciples.

The space was distorted, and the two people walked out, dressed in bright clothes, which was incompatible with the environment of the ruined temple.

"Who are you!" Xie An looked at Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou warily, secretly protecting Qiaoer behind him.

Lu Yang smiled: "Don't panic, we are Taoist disciples..."

In the spiritual space, the Immortal Fairy suddenly said: "Hey, this kid is in disguise during the Tribulation Period."

Lu Yang's smile was stiff.

Fairy, can you tell me earlier next time?

"You also saw him at the sect's celebration. I remember that he is the supreme elder of the super-grade sect Wuji Sect, the Supreme Elder Wuji."

"..."

You big guys just pretend to be mortals all day long, right?

After learning Xie An's true identity, Lu Yang figured out the whole process:

Judging from the current situation, if it were not for him, Xie An would join the Qiankun Ziyun Palace. The disciples of the Qiankun Ziyun Palace would humiliate Xie An in various ways, and might even suspect that the token was picked up. Then Xie An practiced hard and won. A group of disciples shocked everyone.

From the outer sect disciples to the inner sect disciples, the elders wanted to frame Xie An due to interest issues. The sect leader was cowardly and could not save Xie An. At this time, the old beggar appeared on the stage and accepted Xie An as a disciple in front of everyone, shocking everyone.

Then Xie An led Qiankun Ziyun Palace to conquer the other two sects and became the strongest sect in Kowloon City.

Maybe you can also find a secret realm hidden outside Kowloon City, get an opportunity, and find a new reason for yourself to become stronger.

From then on it skyrocketed.

When Meng Jingzhou was still asking Xie An cordially if he wanted to test his bones, Lu Yang suddenly said: "Are you Venerable Wuji?"

Meng Jingzhou stiffened and retreated silently.

He knew that Lu Yang would not make a wrong judgment on this kind of matter.

Xie An said with a cold face: "As expected of a disciple taught by Yunzhi, he can actually see through my true form."

Speaking of Yunzhi, Lu Yang suddenly remembered what Third Senior Sister had said. There were once some powerful people whose Taoist hearts were broken due to being hit. In order to regain their Taoist hearts, they started pretending to be slapping them in the face since they were mortals.

Is this the case with Master Wuji?

That’s not right, it doesn’t make sense from a time perspective.

Lu Yang asked cautiously: "You should have regained your Taoist heart, why do you have to do it all over again?"

Xie An showed a cruel smile: "I am addicted."

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