On the top of Lingshan Mountain, clouds and mist are shrouded in clouds and mist, and various strange trees and spiritual herbs are lush and lush. It is the place with the strongest spiritual power in the entire Qincheng. The Qinhuang Cave located on it is a magnificent Taoist temple, covering an area of ​​nearly 100 acres, with a magnificent and majestic momentum.

Today is the day when the eldest son of Qincheng held an immortal tea party. At this time, the mist was everywhere in the Taoist temple, and immortal cultivators from various forces in Qincheng came to the Taoist temple one after another. The maids in beautiful long skirts all looked beautiful, and they shuttled between the cultivators to place fresh fruit and fragrant tea, which looked very lively.

In the middle of the Taoist temple, an ancient tree that was thick with two people hugging each other, with a strange shape. The cracks on the bark had extended to the inside of the trunk. Especially at the top of the trunk of the ancient tree, there was a huge gap split by thunder. It was charred inside, making people wonder how long the lifespan of this ancient tree could last.

Yang Xiuzheng stood under the tree, his face almost pressed against the rough bark, and focused on studying the ants moving forward in line on the trunk, as if he wanted to find some insight into cultivating immortals from these small creatures. Meng Lu stood on tiptoe and looked at Yang Xiu looking at the ants without blinking, and he could no longer concentrate.

Two feet away from Yang Xiu, more than a dozen tall monks lined up in a row and stared at Yang Xiu with fierce faces. These people were different from other celestial guests around, with murderous aura on their faces. They were all members of the Rift Mountain Bull clan in Qin City. Their appearance was similar to Huang Jun and Huang Qi.

It seemed that several people might pounce on Yang Xiu at any time, but Yang Xiu knew that they would definitely not dare because the owner of this immortal tea party, Qin Huang, was sitting on the other side to taste tea.

This morning, these people from the Lishan Niu tribe wanted to go directly to the academy to capture Yang Xiu. They were taught a lesson by the academy guards. It happened that Qin Emperor held an immortal tea party in his cave today, and all the high-level immortal cultivators from the 12 villages in Qincheng were going to attend, so Yang Xiu was called here.

"The eldest son. Yang Hu is likely to be related to Huang Jun and Huang Qi's whereabouts. Please order the release of the emperor. I will take Yang Hu back to the clan for interrogation!" One of them said respectfully at the Qin Emperor, and his eyes swept to Yang Xiu's cold and ruthlessness.

"Let's talk when your head comes over." Qin Emperor, who was covered in golden light, said calmly.

The few people had a low status, but they were unwilling to disobey Qin Emperor in person, so they had to give up. But the few people looked at Yang Xiu with violent and fierce eyes. If they were ordinary people, the murderous intent that was about to be revealed would be enough to make their legs weak and their minds tremble.

"Sir. I feel so uncomfortable when I see these guys." Meng Lu glanced secretly around and quickly turned around and rushed towards Yang Xiudao.

"It's okay, just treat them as dogs with iron chains. No matter how fierce they are, they cannot be separated from that little place." Yang Xiu looked at the ants on the tree and said without looking back.

Meng Lu nodded and agreed, and closed his eyes and imagined that there were several big dogs around him. As expected, the conversation between the two was not loud, but the cultivators around him could hear clearly. The faces of the Cow Clan of the Rift Mountain were so dark that water was about to drip out. For a moment, the murderous intent was everywhere on the scene. The cultivators with keen spiritual sense avoided each other, fearing that they would be affected by the fish in the pond.

Yang Xiuzhen is observing ants.

This ancient tree in the Taoist temple is more than two thousand years old, and has been rooted here for more than two thousand years and has been nourished by the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. It is thick but not tall, and is an ordinary excess compared to other trees on Lingshan.

But Yang Xiu observed the ancient tree that witnessed countless vicissitudes from a close distance, watched the ants work hard to deliver food on the trunks. He smelled the wonderful fragrance of resin on the trunks and looked at the tender green branches growing in the charred scars on the top of the tree, and suddenly felt something.

Is this the power of time? The tree crown rustled, and birds flew in the sky. Yang Xiu felt the breeze blowing, and felt lost in his heart. He was a little immersed.

...

Qin Huang and several fellow Taoists asked while tasting tea, but they ignored the people of the Risanniu clan. In this city, Qin Huang did not need to give these people face.

"Young Master, you look calm and have starlight, but your cultivation level has been broken recently?" An old man who is familiar with the city lord of Qincheng had a good taste in Xiangming and said with a smile.

"It's a little small, not worth mentioning." Qin Emperor said with a smile.

"Young and promising, the future of Qincheng still depends on you. It is rumored that the monsters are powerful and have already captured four of the nineteen states of Ningguo in less than a month. It seems that the fall of Ningguo is only a matter of time. I wonder what the city lord plans in the future?"

Hearing someone's question, people around him looked over and wanted to hear how Qin Emperor replied. Qin City has a transcendent position in the wilderness and is not under the jurisdiction of monsters. But if monsters occupy Ningguo and the world's general trend changes drastically, can Qin City still be safe?

With the golden light lingering, Qin Emperor always had that calm expression, clasped his fists and pointed to the north, and said lightly: "The city lord is the master of everything, and the emperor swears to obey it to the death."

Everyone nodded and said yes, and understood in their hearts that as long as the lord of Qincheng exists for one day, it is like a sea-stabilizing needle, anyone who wants to attack Qincheng must carefully consider the idea.

Qin Emperor picked up a small porcelain cup to taste tea. When he saw Yang Xiu who was a few steps away, he showed a hint of surprise in his expression, and then nodded with praise. Everyone soon discovered that Yang Xiu, who was standing next to the ancient tree, closed his eyes and motionless, which was very strange.

"This man is so rude. The eldest son invited him a college teacher to attend the fairy tea party, but he stood there and pretended to be stupid."

"No... Why do I think he seems to have entered a state of meditation?"

"I heard that this ancient tree in the Taoist temple has absorbed spiritual energy for thousands of years and has shown signs of spiritual enlightenment. In the past, some people have entered into meditation by the tree, and their mental state of cultivation has made great breakthroughs."

"The most difficult thing is to connect rivers, rivers, mountains and stones among all things in the world. The second is the ancient weeds and trees. This tree must have its own unique features for more than two thousand years. Is this Yang Hu also a destined person?"

Everyone was talking about it, but no one went up to disturb it. This state of "dissolution" cultivation is extremely rare. It depends entirely on personal luck and understanding. Many monks cannot find traces of this state in their entire lives. The mysterious state of divineness is not only effective in improving their cultivation, but more importantly, it is to train the cultivator's mind - a little enlightenment is better than ten years of hard practice.

The members of the Lieshanniu clan also discovered Yang Xiu's abnormality and almost got angry. When they came to seek revenge on him, he could actually realize the truth in front of the ancient Taoist temple tree! It seems that the previous indifferent look was not pretending, he really didn't care, and he really treated himself as a mad dog who only barked?

Thinking of this, one of the bald men became more and more annoyed the more they thought about it. He was extremely unwilling to accept that he quietly walked through the crowd and came to Yang Xiu, preparing to push him while Yang Xiu was unprepared. This was not considered a battle, and it could interfere with Yang Xiu's enlightenment, and it might even make Yang Xiu, who was in a state of trance, go astray!

When he walked to three feet behind Yang Xiu, the bald man smiled grimly and reached out and pushed his hand to Yang Xiu's back! Just as his palm was about to touch Yang Xiu, the bald man suddenly saw the little boy beside Yang Xiu's hand move. The next moment, his whole body was out of control and stood still.

Meng Lu put an ice-blue Taoist talisman on the legs of the bald strong man, clapped his hands with satisfaction, then looked up at the other party with contempt, thinking that what the gentleman said was indeed correct, your tribe is all petty and dirty guys who are oozing pus. Fortunately, I am prepared.

Everyone around who were watching here was stunned. They saw that the bald man had a grim smile on his face the moment before, but the next moment he was frozen all over and sealed in a huge icicle. The cause of all this was the Taoist talisman posted by the child.

A child whose cultivation level does not exceed the second level of body quenching, uses a Taoist talisman to control a cultivator who has the third level of body quenching. The meaning of this is really amazing. Everyone present is human spirit, and his attention is immediately attracted by this small Taoist talisman.

Everyone did not want to offend the Fierce Mountain Bull clan, which was naturally aggressive, did not mean that they were afraid of them. At that moment, a curious monk came over and observed carefully, and confirmed that the bald man was frozen firmly. Then he laughed in a low voice to Menglu and said, "Little baby, which senior did you use just now give you the Taoist talisman?"

"Speak quietly, my husband is entering into meditation." Meng Lu frowned and made a gesture of silence.

The question was a Taoist priest who had lived for nearly three hundred years. He was said by Meng Lu in one sentence and said to me that you are a little boy, you will be the one who will teach me this kind of thing? But if you ask others, the Taoist still smiled patiently and said, "I'll pay attention, I don't know..."

"I wrote that." Menglu simply replied.

The old Taoist looked unhappy when he heard this. He turned his head to look at the dense immortal texts and complicated patterns on the Taoist talisman. He was a little impatient in his tone: "Don't lie to others if you doll."

"Who lied to you, I wrote it!"

Meng Lu snorted, pulled out a stack of Taoist talismans from his waist and shook them in front of the old Taoist, saying, "I made these Taoist talismans, do you want to see them?"

The old Taoist eyes were wide open, and there was no way to tell that these Taoist talismans were not ordinary things. Among them, the immortal texts were all exquisite, far from those ordinary amulets that could be compared with ice talismans. At that moment, the mind was immediately attracted by the things in Menglu's hand. Unexpectedly, Menglu just threw the Taoist talisman and stuffed it back into her clothes, and said with a lip: "I won't show it to you, who told you to say I was a lie."

The old Taoist who had lived for three hundred years was made fun of by a teenage child, and his face immediately turned dark. The monks who had been paying attention to this place were amused and laughed. Even the Qin Emperor in the distance smiled, and the golden light on his body swayed and dazzling.

The old Taoist also reacted and was embarrassed to be serious with a young child. He smiled a few times and turned his eyes to Yang Xiu next to the ancient tree. Everyone knew in their hearts that the Taoist talisman in Menglu seemed rare, but in fact, what is really precious is the method of making such Taoist talismans. Needless to say, the one who taught this little boy to write the talisman was undoubtedly Mr. Yang from this academy.

For a moment, everyone had their own thoughts, and Yang Xiu, the nameless teacher, invisibly occupied a certain position in everyone's hearts.
Chapter completed!