"Who are you?" Yan Chuan asked.

"I am Jiu Jiansheng, a second-generation disciple of Dahe Sect. I was guided by your father in the past, but you were still young in the past, so you may not remember me!" The man in Taoist robe said with a smile.

"I have forgotten the memories of the past years. Jiu Jiansheng? Are you protecting them from traveling?" Yan Chuan nodded and said.

"Yes, these little guys, after learning some skills, they don't know how to be tall and strong. Fortunately, they met you this time. If they were outsiders, their lives would be gone!" Jiu Jiansheng shook his head and smiled.

The fallen masters blushed suddenly.

"Since that's the case, then take them away!" Yan Chuan said directly.

"This, if I'm not wrong, the Zuiyuan Fruit burned in your incense burner, they are like this..." Jiu Jiansheng was embarrassed.

"Liu Jin, pick eighteen leaves for them!" Yan Chuan turned to look at Liu Jin.

"Yes!" Liu Jin nodded immediately.

Quickly pick the leaves on the Zuiyuan Fruit Vulgaris, eighteen pieces, and go up and hand them to Jiu Jiansheng!

"Thank you! Otherwise I'll have to work hard!" Jiu Jiansheng said with a smile.

Quickly stuff a leaf into a disciple's mouth, and within a short while, the man could move.

"Go, everyone stuffed a piece into their mouths, chewed it and swallowed it!" Jiu Jiansheng gave the other leaves to the man.

Soon, all the poisons of the eighteen people were solved.

Stand up one by one.

"Thank you, uncle!" Everyone said respectfully.

At the same time, the eyes of the masters looking at Yan Chuan became more and more complicated.

Among them, Feng Shao looked at Yan Chuan's eyes and became more and more resentful.

Jiangnan looked at Yan Chuan with a frustrated expression that was hard to express.

"Since that's the case, then let's say goodbye first. Let's see you in Dahe Sect tomorrow!" Jiu Jiansheng said with a smile.

"No!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yan Chuan, wait, I will avenge this revenge!" Feng Shao said harshly before leaving.

"Bang!" [The Great Emperor of the Immortal Kingdom 81zw.com]

Jiu Jiansheng slapped Feng Shao on the head.

"I'm just telling you, he wants to kill you, you'll die long ago, and he will be your elder in the future. If you dare to tell him, your grandfather won't break your legs!" Jiu Jiansheng immediately scolded.

Feng Shao: “…………………!”

Soon, Jiu Jiansheng and a group of people disappeared from Yan Chuan's sight.

Along the way,

"Uncle Master, what kind of cultivation level in Yan Chuan? Is it really still the power realm?" Jiang Nan bit his lip and said.

"Yan Chuan? It's still the same cultivation level, the third level of the power realm, but he is much more mature than you!" Jiu Jiansheng said in a deep voice.

The third level of the power realm? Everyone suddenly felt the darkness in front of them. Really? He is really the power realm.

"Uncle Master, I'm unwilling to accept it!" Feng Shao said frustly.

"I'm not willing to give up? This is completely your own fault. Don't think that your cultivation is higher than him now, but have you seen his methods? He wants to kill you, just like playing." Jiu Jiansheng scolded.

"But?" Feng Shao was still dissatisfied.

"In the future, I will use my brain more often. This time I will follow you secretly and record your experience in this industry. Let's see what you perform? You are a group of naughty young men. Yan Chuan said that you are young buds, that's right." Jiu Jiansheng said without giving face.

Everyone: “…………………!”

"Then, uncle, where are we going now?" Jiang Nan asked.

"Where are you going? In my record, you are all dead, where do you want to go? Now go back to the sect! Reflect on it carefully, his grandmother, your group of tender buds are too tender!" Jiu Jiansheng said unhappily.

Everyone: “…………………!”

Everyone was blushing and no one said anything. Don’t look at Jiu Jiansheng being polite in front of Yan Chuan, but he didn’t save face when he spoke to his younger generation. The key was that Jiu Jiansheng was extremely powerful, so everyone could only embark on the road to return to the sect with a lot of aggrievance. In the sky, the girl rode a crane and watched Jiu Jiansheng leave with a group of people from the Dahe Sect.

"Jiu Jiansheng? It seems that he has heard of it. He seems to be a genius of the second generation disciple of the Dahe Sect." The girl touched her chin and said thoughtfully.

Below, Yan Chuan saw Jiu Jiansheng leave and sat back in the sedan chair again.

"Get up the sedan chair!" Liu Jin shouted loudly.

The army marched towards Longmai Mountain again.

However, at this moment, all the soldiers seemed to have been injected with stimulants, and they were all full of energy.

"Huh? They also went to that mountain pass? What was that boy doing?" the girl said in surprise.

"Cry, cry!" Xianhe shouted lightly, and expressed curiosity.

"Can this 17 or 18-year-old boy understands Feng Shui? I can see that this is a dragon vein? It's impossible, how old he is!" The girl shook her head.

"Cry, cry!"

"Look!" The girl was intrigued.

Yan Chuan's army indeed went straight to the small lake where the girl had bathed before.

More than two thousand troops guarded the mountain.

Yan Chuan's sedan fell before the small lake on the top of the mountain. Huo Guang and Liu Jin followed, and there were also a group of soldiers who moved their pens, ink, paper and ink.

After falling into the sedan chair, Yan Chuan looked around at Yamaguchi Xiaohu.

"Xiao He'er, what did you think that boy is looking for?" the girl in the sky asked in confusion.

"Sigh!" Xianhe shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

The small lake is not big. After looking at it for a while, it stopped by the lake directly north.

"The position of the dragon mouth spitting beads? Not bad, it's here!" Yan Chuan's eyes lit up.

"Stretch this place, lay stones, and place the desk!" Yan Chuan immediately ordered.

"Yes!" Huo Guang immediately took the order.

Huo Guang cut off a big tree and into a big wooden stake. The silver army quickly used the wooden stakes to compact the land. Then, he found a big stone, cut it flat, and finally placed the desk!

In the sky, the girl was confused. She didn't know what to do below.

"Take the white cloth woven with silk from the flag!" Yan Chuan said to Liu Jin.

"Yes!" [Emperor of the Immortal Kingdom 81zw.com]

Liu Jin immediately took out the three-foot white cloth.

Place the white cloth flat on the desk and press it with paperweight.

"Grind ink!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes!" Liu Jin immediately grind the ink respectfully.

Yan Chuan took out a purple jade brush, looked at the three-foot white cloth, and thought for a moment.

Huo Guang and other generals were all curious.

In the sky, the girl also looked at the scene in surprise: "What is he here to do? Writing?"

When the girl was shocked, Yan Chuan began to write below.

"call!"

As a stroke fell, it was like a breeze blew across the lake, and there was a sudden rippling ripples on the lake.

"I'm dazzled?" The girl immediately rubbed her eyes.

After rubbing the eyes, the wind on the lake became stronger and stronger, and a large amount of fog floated on the lake surface. The fog rose into the air and gradually condensed, and even formed a small cloud.

"The pen is shocked by the wind and rain? Is it really a stroke of the wind and rain? This is impossible!" the girl exclaimed.

How could a girl have thought that a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old would cause the storm around him? His pen was shocked by the wind and rain? This was something that only some great scholars and great calligraphers could do, but he was only seventeen or eighteen years old?

Below, the soldiers thought that the only thing that suddenly changed was Huo Guang and Liu Jin. At this moment, the light shone in their eyes, because the two of them had guessed that this might be what the prince wrote.

Is this true?

Yan Chuan fell one stroke after another, and Liu Jin leaned in front of him and saw clearly that there was a painting on the white cloth.

Although it was just a black pen outline, the monotonous color made Liu Jin see vitality.

Bamboo House? The one Yan Chuan painted was exactly the bamboo house where he lived before, around the bamboo house?

Looking at this painting, Liu Jin felt unreal, as if this was a bamboo house.

Several small bamboo houses and a small courtyard. Yan Chuan did not paint the mountains behind, nor did he paint the surrounding bamboo forests, but only painted the small bamboo house yard.

There was a strong wind and heavy rain on the lake, and a huge whirlpool was formed in the lake.

The soldiers were extremely surprised.

A trace of sweat overflowed from Yan Chuan's forehead, but his hands kept drawing stroke by stroke.
To be continued...