Chapter 1: The Immortal (This chapter is free)

The story begins in the dark barren mountains and the noisy bonfires, and a magnificent world has opened...

In the spring season, the weather is still cold. The night wind in the forest whirrs, blowing into the main hall of Taoist temple, which only half of the gate, but is staggered by the lively atmosphere inside.

In the middle of the hall, there was a blazing bonfire, and more than ten men gathered around, drinking and eating meat, laughing at each other, sweating all over, and it was very lively.

There was a black-faced man inside, sitting first in the upper head, with the loudest voice. He took a sip of the strong wine and shouted in the alcohol:

"With Brother Xuanqing here, our brothers' annual transactions will be worth ten years. This year's situation is better than last year. Everyone is making a fortune, and it's just around the corner!"

The whole palace responded with a loud bang, and the atmosphere became even more lively. The black-faced man laughed and took another mouthful of the gourd. He turned his head and saw that the "Brother Xuanqing" he said did not seem to hear the flattery just now. He still put on his usual posture, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with his eyelids seemingly closed, and he made a Taoist gesture, which seemed unfathomable.

The black-faced man spat in his heart, but he still looked respectful on his face and greeted him: "Brother?"

Listening to someone's greeting, Xuanqing opened his eyes. His hair was black, his skin was bright, his expression and behavior were slow, and he was very arrogant. He nodded, "What's the matter?"

The black-faced man said with a saliva: "Brother, should we give me a confession to Lao Lu this year?"

Xuan Qing glanced at him: "Who can speak in the mansion except Manager Lu?"

The black-faced man shook his head: "I want me to tell you that the eyes of Lu are on his forehead, which is the most difficult to talk to. It is better to go to the boss of the Chang family. This person is in charge of shrimp and beard grass. If he gets along well, he can get the best price by taking ordinary appearances. Where can I find such a good thing?"

The Taoist glanced sideways and sneered, "Isn't you aware of it?" Chang Rong, who has made a big profit in all year round, has long been nurturing his heart. How much do you need to feed him? Besides, that guy has fixed a few groups of regular customers, and has divided the money every year, earning fast and steady. For us individual customers, we are too lazy to even ignore the corners of our eyes..."

Speaking of this, Xuan Qing paused and said, "Are you looking for a way?"

"No, no, I just see the big brother having a dispute with the one named Lu. Thank you very much, we can't stand it..."

As he said something he was disgusting to himself, the black-faced man shook his head back and cursed in his heart: "Boy, aren't you just counting on the advice of the person named Lu? Mom, even the godfather called him, why don't you sell your mother?"

He hated and feared the leader. He hated this man who stole his original position as the leader, but he was afraid that this man had a clear and advanced level cultivation, which was already the pinnacle of ordinary practice, and had very exquisite talisman methods. Killing him was like killing a chicken.

The two of them were intriguing, but someone came into the outside and shouted, "There's a deal!"

In the hall, everyone was excited. It was a cold weather. Could it be that the market for Lizhou is about to open this year?

Xuan Qing was still calm, thought for a while, narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

The wind was rubbing his hands and breathing outside. He immediately bent down and said, "I am the one who runs alone and walks steadily, but the one who is next to me can't see clearly."

Xuanqing was a little dissatisfied. He glanced at him and saw that he was quite respectful. Then he just sang his beard and pondered: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, and he dares to walk alone. He is either stupid and bold, or a capable person... Heizi, blow him up and listen to the sound."

"Okay!"

The black-faced man grinned and looked around. He didn't need to say anything about the people next to him, and they all placed their swords in a handy place. When they saw that the situation was wrong, they could react in time. Only Xuan Qing put on an unfathomable posture again, and the hall became quiet for a moment.

Everyone was talking about a Taoist temple, but in fact it was just a lonely house, no matter how far it was, it looked like a land temple. Not long after, the people in the hall heard footsteps coming from outside. Then the door of the hall knocked, and the person came was very polite and his voice was quiet and pleasant:

“Is it convenient inside?”

The people in the hall were not very polite, and the black-faced man shouted in a rough voice: "Where did it come from!"

"Let's go to the night to collect herbs and find a place to rest."

The black-faced man's face collapsed, and the others sighed. Judging from their experience, this was at most a small loach. Maybe it was the day when he was fat, but he was destined to have no harvest tonight.

Seeing these people's lazy appearance, Xuan Qing opened his eyes and glared. The black-faced man was furious and laughed hurriedly: "Collection of herbs? You're the one who mows the grass... Come in!"

The man outside said thank you again and pushed the door open. The mountain wind blew in with his figure, causing the bonfire in the hall to shake. Everyone all cast their eyes and then they were stunned.

The black-faced man reacted the fastest. He stretched his tone and smiled: "Well, it turns out that he is a fellow fellow... and a little white-faced!"

As soon as the strange words came out, the hall burst into laughter, and the spirit that had just calmed down came up again, with a strong momentum.

It’s no wonder that the black-faced man said this. The person who came was indeed a handsome Taoist priest. He didn’t look very old. He had no need to say that his face was like a full moon, his lips were red and his teeth were white. Just the skin that was more delicate than women made these thick men who were used to the wind and sun, and a few of them were caring and thoughtful, and even their brains moved elsewhere.

The handsome Taoist priest is quite tall, with a long sword on his shoulders, but he is used to bowing his back slightly, looking very honest and shy. When he came in, he saw the fierce figures in the hall, his face was a little unnatural, stuck at the door, and seemed to want to exit.

Seeing this, the black-faced man was more sure that this was a young man. He had no good fortune for the time being and felt boring. However, since Xuanqing became the eldest brother, he has always adopted the method of "killing mistakes but not letting go". He could only cough and signal his companions to slow down, while he continued to perform according to the familiar routine:

"Since you are a fellow Taoist, haven't you come up to see Xiancheng Xuanqing? This immortal family with great magical powers, something leaks out from the crack of your fingers, which will be enough for you, a little Taoist priest, to enjoy it all your life!"

"Zheng Da, why did there be a lot of noise?"

Since the handsome Taoist priest entered the door, Xuanqing spoke for the first time. Although he was in a state of close eyes, he suddenly opened his mouth and the dozen people around the bonfire shut their mouths together. There was a kind of banished force, and there was a different atmosphere.

Next is Xuanqing's time to play.

Seeing more than ten great men being shocked by Xuan Qing's words, the handsome Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and looked respectful. He stepped forward and bowed: "Sanren Yu Ci, I have seen Xuan Qing Xian Chang."

Xuanqing opened his eyes, swept Yu Ci's body, lowered his eyes and spoke in a calm voice:

"Is the little Taoist priest who went to Tianli Valley to pick shrimp and beard grass?"

Yu Ci responded yes.
Chapter completed!