Jiang Yan, dressed in Tsing Yi, folded his hands in his sleeves, leaned slantingly on the seat, pretended to have a high-level look at the people under the jade steps, and couldn't help smacking his lips. The needle falling in the dust-free hall could be heard, and the smacking sound was as clear as thunder, but everyone seemed to be unaware, no emotion was revealed, and they still looked at the person sitting at the top of the jade step with a solemn expression.

After a long stagnation, the young man sitting at the top finally spoke up.

"Junior Brother, let's go and have a look."

This person is dressed in a light blue long-sleeved robe, with dark patterns of cirrus embroidered on the front and cuffs, a jade crown with hair, clear eyebrows, but the corners of his eyes and brows reveal a touch of compassion that reads thousands of sails, and his voice also reveals a touch of desolation.

Hearing this, Jiang Yan suddenly restrained a lot from his unremarkable appearance. He slowly got up, waved his sleeves and stroked the dust that did not exist on the front of his clothes, and replied lazily, "Yes."

However, after two or three sentences, the expressions of the people below the jade steps softened. The white-clothed cultivator who was standing at the front immediately stepped forward and saluted: "Thank you Chengguangzun for your help, and I will trouble you, Lord Zhaoming."

Bai Yujing Sect Master Wen Tan, one of the only three Mahayana monks from Huozhou, is honored as Chengguang Zun. Although Jiang Yan is only 215 years old, he is already a Nascent Soul monk. He was born in a noble family and respected, so he added the honorary title Zhaomingjun. This person's honorary title here means respect.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yan only sneered when he heard it. It was very clear in the empty dust-free hall. The man's face turned red when he heard it, but he didn't dare to speak. Although he has the medical skills of the flesh and bones of the living dead, his personality is naturally moody. If he angers him, it is equivalent to making an appointment to see the King of Hell in advance. In the realm of cultivation, who can guarantee that he will not be injured for a lifetime?

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Jiang Yan felt a little boring. He turned to look at Chengguang Zun Wentan, and his face became a little better: "Where's the person?"

Wen Tan didn't speak, but looked at the white-clothed disciple with a gentle look on his face. Although the white-clothed disciple felt aggrieved, he didn't dare to neglect, and quickly said, "Jun Heng is in the guest house."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, Yuhengjun Lu Yuan, the young genius of the Lu clan in Anxi, advanced to Nascent Soul at the age of 150 last year, and was named Yuhengjun at the beginning of this year, but now he has come to ask for it after only two months Doctor, it's really interesting.

However, Wen Tan knew the inside story. His expression was slightly restrained, with only a gentle smile on his face.

Jiang Yan nodded indifferently, Bai Yujing would also give some points to Anxi Lu's face.

Jiang Yan was impatient to go with Lu's disciples, so he left the Wuchen Hall with his sword and went straight to the guest house.

Huankeju is the place where Baiyujing entertains guests. It is located in Baiyujing Shuwutang. In the past, as long as you came to Baiyujing as a guest, they would all be placed in Huankeju, and the Lu family in Anxi was no exception.

Although Jiang Yan is not very old, he has a very high level of seniority and is in the same family as the sect master. His talent is very high and his cultivation is high, so his status in Bai Yujing is also very high. With the reputation of being rebellious and unruly, the guest house boy didn't even dare to let out a fart when he saw that it was Jiang Yan, and let him break in directly.

As soon as Jiang Yan returned to the guest house, he heard a flute sound, clear and tactful like pearls like jade. He grew up in Baiyujing since he was a little cockfighting lackey, and he was very familiar with every plant and tree in Baiyujing. As soon as he heard the sound of the flute, he identified the direction and flew straight towards the yard in the northwest corner. The Anxi Lu family was good at sound repair, dressed in white, and could still have free time to play the flute at this time. It must be these grandsons.

Jiang Yan arrived at the door of the Lu family's hospital, and withdrew his sword, but before he could lock the door, a disciple opened the courtyard door.

"But Lord Zhaoming respects you." The disciple was dressed in white with a solemn expression, as if the whole family had died.

Jiang Yan knew Lu's virtue, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He answered yes, and the white-clothed disciple greeted Jiang Yan with a rigid expression.

As soon as Jiang Yan entered the courtyard, he saw a young man in white sitting under the sycamore tree in the courtyard. He was in his twenties, his eyes were like a morning star, his face was condensed, his handsome face was like frost and snow, and his eyes were shallow and clear. Bo Lan, the arrogant and arrogant face that could not be concealed between his brows and eyes, he just sat like that, but he seemed like an outsider, out of the world and independent from the world.

Jiang Yan has known countless people for many years, but he has never seen such a good-looking person.

"Presumably Your Excellency is Yuheng-Jun?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his peach blossom eyes smiled frivolously and sloppily.

Lu Yuan raised his head slightly and glanced at Jiang Yan.

He stood there with a slight backlight, and his slightly curved peach eyes seemed to be covered with a halo, bright like a star, and his handsome features had a smile, like the rising sun in spring, straight into his heart.

He was wearing a Tsing Yi wide-sleeved robe, but wearing such a solemn dress on him, it also revealed a touch of uninhibited and unrestrained, even the hair that was reluctantly tied in the jade crown seemed to be unruly, in the breeze It was gently raised under the blow, with an ambiguous arc.

And the person he faced at this time was the most abstinent and upright disciple of the Lu family in Anxi, Yuhengjun Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan looked at his slightly wrinkled placket, his brows seemed to be frowning, but the next moment he was still calm, he nodded slightly and said, "It's me."

Jiang Yan looked at him without blinking, but he thought it was very interesting. He was not a simple person to be able to bring Anxi Lu's pretentious style to this level.

"I look at your breath, and it seems that you have suffered a very serious internal injury. If I don't take action, within half a month, your meridians will be cut off and you will become a crippled person." Jiang Yan wanted to deal with it. came up with an idea.

Lu Yuan heard this, but did not blink his eyes: "Not bad."

"Aren't you afraid?" There was a bit of interest in Jiang Yan's eyes.

"So what if you're afraid? It's all in the mind of Lord Zhaoming." Lu Yuan's tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

"Okay, okay..." Jiang Yan rubbed his hand and laughed: "I didn't expect that the Lu family in Anxi would have such an interesting person as Yu Heng-Jun. Tomorrow, the Yunzhong Palace will be waiting for Yu Heng-Jun to drive."

After speaking, he turned around and walked away without stopping for a moment.

Jiang Yan entered the dust-free hall, and all the people who were there just now were gone, only Wen Tan remained in the same place, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and he looked down at the tea bowl, as if he could see a flower. .

"Senior brother?" Jiang Yan broke the silence.

Wen Tan seemed to have come back to his senses, looked at Jiang Yan with a dazed expression, and waited for a long time before saying, "Ayan?" After speaking, he stroked his forehead and whispered, "How?"

"Life is not long." Jiang Yan had one hand behind his back, while the other hand held the sword spike on his waist and swayed, still with a cynical smile on his face.

"So serious?" Wen Tan looked dumbfounded: "Is there a cure?"

"It's natural for me to take action, but..." Jiang Yan grabbed the circled Jian Sui suddenly, his tone a little uncertain.

"Just how?" Wen Tan's expression seemed to be relaxed, but there was still a shadow in his eyebrows.

"It's just that there are a few medicines that are very rare." Jiang Yan frowned rarely.

Wen Tan's expression became a little sluggish when he heard this. He knew that Jiang Yan was used to seeing good things since he was a child. If he thought it was rare, there would never be any good things there.

"Is there a way?" Wen Tan's breathing seemed to be rapid for a moment.

Jiang Yan glanced at Wen Tan in surprise. Although his senior brother seemed to be gentle and kind, Jiang Yan knew that he was actually the most indifferent. Except for his master and Jiang Yan, he was rarely close to him. People, who are so concerned about Lu Yuan now, is there something unspeakable...

Jiang Yan's mind was filled with countless thoughts, but his mouth did not delay at all: "I can't be sure at this time, and the conclusion will be made after the diagnosis tomorrow, but Bingxin lotus seeds and glazed lily are necessary. He was injured by the fire of the sky. It is essential to remove the two elixir of Heavenly Fire."

Wen Tan's brows narrowed when he heard it, Bingxin lotus seeds were nothing, if they could afford a high price, there would still be some news, but the glazed lily is a rare holy product that can be seen in ten thousand years, I'm afraid it's a bit embarrassing.

Jiang Yan also knew the difficulty of these two kinds of elixir, so he said: "Brother, don't worry, if you don't have it for a while, you can delay it for a while. Although other drugs are also difficult, but with Anxi Lu's methods, there must be. After a year, when the Frigid Realm opens, maybe you can try your luck."

The Frigid Secret Realm is one of the few heaven-level secret realms away from the Fire Continent. There are countless rare herbs in it, and the ice herbs are the most important, and there is indeed a chance of life.

Hearing this, Wen Tan nodded slightly. With Lu's backing, even if there was only a sliver of life left, there would be salvation, not to mention the elixir.

"If that's the case, you can go to rest and talk about it tomorrow."

Jiang Yan led the order to retreat.

As soon as Jiang Yan left the Wuchen Hall, someone sneaked over, Jiang Yan didn't look back, waved his hand, and waved the Wusi Sword, directly attacking the person's facade, the person was not in a hurry, and put on a posture of a blue dragon going out to sea. , A lazy donkey rolled around everywhere, but he also ducked, Jiang Yan was about to strike again, but the man kept begging for mercy: "Zhaoming-Jun, Jiang Laozu, please spare the mere villain, you old man. I have already inquired about what you ordered, and you will leave me alone, and I will follow your old orders in the future!"

Jiang Yan put away the flying sword in his hand, raised his eyebrows, looked at the person in front of him, and said with a smile: "Who am I, it turns out to be Hall Master Sun, this trick of Hall Master's lazy donkey rolling seems to have been a little hot, in the future. The future is endless!"

The person who came was Sun Chengyan, the head of the Shuwu Hall in Baiyujing. He and Jiang Yan grew up together, but his talent was not high. For many years, he had cultivated at the level of Jindan, and now he still lives in the Shuwutang, commonly known as Dazatangtang.

"Where, let Ancestor Jiang laugh, he can still be promoted by his ancestors today." Sun Chengyan smiled with a round face, but he could not see his teeth.

Jiang Yan was stunned by the thickness of his face. He was stunned for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything to refute. In the end, he could only helplessly retract the Wusi Sword from its scabbard, and said in a low voice, "Tell me about it."