Immortal Road.

Chapter 427 Returning to Yichuan, It Seems Like Yesterday (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

This little devil didn't know either. He just went there to join in the fun, which couldn't explain Lin Shan's doubts.

Before leaving, he cautiously asked, "Senior, do you want to go with me?"
If he could get a big shot in the Jindan stage, wouldn't he be able to enjoy a good life?
Lin Shan didn't agree and turned away.

Knowing that the southwest direction is dangerous, why did you go there?

Especially since he had killed so many people from Qianyun Pavilion one after another, he instinctively avoided them, so how could he rush to get close to them?

He changed his original direction and continued to head southeast towards Yan State.

In the demonic kingdom, if a righteous cultivator dares to travel openly, he will definitely be chased by a group of people like sharks smelling a scent, and even those in the Jindan stage are no exception.

Fortunately, Lin Shan’s Soul Pill Stage technique, the “Huangzhu Heshen Fa”, is neither good nor evil, and has no mystical aura, so it will not cause any misunderstandings.

They avoided those demonic cultivators who were rushing to the southwest and finally arrived at the southeast of Dayan, which is the 'Land of Yanyun' in the northeast of the Song Dynasty.

At this time, it was discovered that the buffer zone between the two countries had actually all belonged to the north.

The Song Dynasty had lost the "Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun" at some point!

Among all the visible cultivators, most of them are cultivators of the evil path, and there are basically no traces of those of the righteous path.

The public market of Yichuan, the northernmost part of the Song Dynasty, has also been completely incorporated into the territory of the magic path.

Yichuan.

This was the first place where Lin Shan started to practice cultivation after entering the world of cultivation.

This place carries many unforgettable events and memories, as well as some impressive people, which flash vividly in my mind as if they happened just yesterday.

He revisited the place with mixed feelings, wanting to see what changes had taken place here after fifty years.

“More than 50 years.”

In the blink of an eye, I disappeared. I have been away for such a long time. I have been wandering outside, struggling for countless miles, and finally I am back again.

But this time, Master Huang, Protector Yan, and Luanchun were no longer with him. Instead, he rushed back from the State of Lu alone.

The white mist in front of us was an illusion, shrouding the city in a haze.

He raised his foot and walked forward, and after a hundred steps he entered.

What comes into view is still the same as before.

There are green mountains, gurgling streams, singing birds and blooming flowers everywhere, and terraced fields scattered around, making it seem like a paradise on earth.

Going up and down the narrow mountain road, there are blue sky and white clouds, lush green ancient trees, and the air is filled with fresh coolness.

Looking from a high point, one can see the yellow rice fields on both sides of the mountain, and canals meandering from afar, forming a dense net among the fields.

The wind blows strongly, and the rich aroma of rice and wheat gently caresses the taste buds, bringing long-lost tranquility and peace.

"Yichuan."

Lin Shan stood quietly on the top of the mountain, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation.

This small place of spiritual practice was the first time in his life that he satisfied his fantasy of cultivating immortals and his desire for longevity. His mentality changed from being timid at first to gradually adapting to it.

I still remember the excitement and longing I felt when I came here and felt the beautiful scenery that was in harmony with the world when I was being chased and terrified on the way here from Bianliang.

Although I am still a teenager, the feelings of a teenager and the feelings of a seventy-year-old are completely different!

The experience of life has its own unique scenery at each stop, and every moment of feeling is worth savoring. The rustling feeling of memories will make people involuntarily indulge in it and forget themselves completely.

This place was secluded enough that no one disturbed him, so he waited until sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the top of the mountain, and his vision refocused.

He put away his endless melancholy, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Walking slowly along the path in the field, the yellow waves on both sides sway, layer upon layer, with the rhythm of the ebb and flow of the tide.

With my current eyesight, I can see cultivators in the distance casting spells and harvesting spiritual food in different areas.

For no reason, he thought of 'Guangnan Sanren'.

When he was in the Qi training stage, in the first storage bag of his life that he got from Dongting Lake, the old man who left the jade slip more than 300 years ago wrote down what he saw and heard in the 'Yinchuan Market', which opened a new door for him who was ignorant at that time.

The occupation of Guangnan Sanren happens to be spiritual farming.

"Alas, if Guangnan Sanren's "Spiritual Field and Spiritual Plant Planting Encyclopedia" was still there and hadn't been taken away by that prodigal Nanxianshi, maybe I would have taken this path later."

Before becoming an appraiser, he also mixed up for a while. If he had trained as a spiritual farmer at that time, he could have used his golden finger to enhance his abilities.

What seeds cannot be upgraded?
At that time, trying some farming might be a way out.

However, life is unpredictable and there is no chance to start over. No one knows which path will save the most time and effort.

At least for now, he has worked hard all the way, and even though he has been displaced and wandering around, he has finally reached the Jindan stage.

Before I knew it, I was crossing the field and saw several high mountains ahead.

The mountain is full of flowers, with spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums gathered together. Several pavilions stand in the mountains. This was the place where the young men and women from the wealthy families used to get together for an outing and drink wine by the winding stream.

Lin Shan vaguely saw Gongsun Yu, the young man in white from a family of cultivators. He was elegant, hospitable, drinking and reciting poems among a group of young people, looking free and unrestrained.

Lin Shan, a poor and casual cultivator, had just arrived in Yichuan and met a group of young talents and dignitaries. Knowing that his cultivation was low and his knowledge was limited, he was afraid to approach them because of his inferiority complex. He just squatted quietly behind the pavilion under the steps and listened.

However, Gongsun Yu directly invited him to the pavilion, where they sat at the same table, drank fine wine, and talked about interesting travels. He was flattered and overwhelmed by what he had seen and heard.

Until now, he still remembers that night when everyone played swords, danced, and got drunk. They were so high-spirited and unrestrained!

But after all, it was just a chance meeting, which can only be regarded as a wonderful fate. After a journey through mountains and rivers and the flow of people and things, we finally forgot each other in the world.

Later, the Gongsun family in Shangdang County changed their identities and the world was unpredictable.

He suddenly became a messenger of the Demon Cult, and Gongsun Yu had a wide circle of friends in his youth, and had long forgotten about this poor little cultivator.

That fire burned down the Gongsun family. It is estimated that the two men became enemies and became strangers. All the past events are now like smoke and fog.

All I could hear was the interweaving of reality and memories, and once again a hearty laugh coming from the top of the mountain.

"Hahahaha"

It seemed that there was another group of young people gathering there, talking loudly.

He climbed up the mountain step by step.

Sure enough, among the five pavilions around, three were occupied, including men and women, all young people.

Their faces were filled with vigor and vitality, and they excitedly discussed their cultivation experiences. From time to time, they raised their glasses and stopped eating, toasting each other, just as they had done decades ago.

Lin Shan stood quietly in the distance watching all this without going over to disturb them.

These should be another group of young men and women from cultivation families, enjoying the spiritual practice of "reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles" that is unique to this age group.

If they were independent cultivators, they would definitely not have the leisure time to gather in groups of three or five. They must still be busy dealing with their lives, so how could they have the time to get together and enjoy the romance?

At this time, the sky was getting darker and the full moon was high in the sky.

Endless silver light cast a veil over the dark and hazy mountains. The young man in the pavilion was still expressing his ambitions, singing to the wine, inviting the moon to drink together, and playing the harp and the flute.

The location is still the same, but the people are no longer the same.

'People today cannot see the moon of the past, but this moon once shone on the ancients.'

Silently, Lin Shan's figure went away and disappeared into the vast night.

I wonder how many people’s fond memories this place will become in the future.

In front of an ancient town, a large stone stood on the roadside.

The two words "Yichuan" are engraved on the seal.

There is a monk guarding the gate outside the town, sitting alone with a lamp in hand in the dark night.

When he saw someone coming, he just spoke softly.

"Token."

An object was thrown into his arms. He was stunned for a moment, then picked it up and took a look.

The token looks brand new, except that it was made fifty years ago.

The man paused slightly and looked at the young man walking towards him with confusion in his eyes. Fifty years have passed, and he is still a young man?

Could it be that a younger generation inherited the Yichuan token from their elders?

"Southern border of the Song Dynasty, scattered cultivators in the mountains and forests?"

There was simple identity information on the token, and he asked a question.

The young man in front of him nodded gently, looking calm and composed, and simply replied.

"It's the elder of the clan."

Now Yichuan Market has been returned to Dayan, and Dayan is a kingdom of magic. He has no enemies, so he is naturally not afraid.

There's no need to hide your head and show your tail, just do what you want.

However, if I admitted it, it might cause surprise, so I decided to just deny it so as not to shock everyone.

The gatekeeper nodded, guessing that the younger generation must have inherited the token from their ancestors, otherwise how could he still look like a teenager after more than fifty years?

This person did not retrieve or recast the token, but simply threw it back.

"You can just keep this token. There's no need to make a new one. Now that Yichuan has joined the magic camp, all the complicated rules and regulations will be abolished. Everything will be simplified."

He read out the new rules established by the Demonic Path.

It's nothing more than a reduction in control intensity and a simplification of free trade. The front is in wartime, so there are no checkpoints. Individual cultivators are welcome to go to the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun and confront the Song Dynasty on the front line.

And from here we also understand that not only is there fighting in the southwest, but there is also friction in the southeast.

But the situation here has reached a stalemate, and it doesn't seem like there will be much fighting.

Yichuan is now under the control of the Demonic Path, and they are well aware of the shady origins of many independent cultivators, so they deliberately relaxed the requirements for entering the city. At most, they just go through the formalities without digging into the details.

Lin Shan put away the token and indicated that he understood.

The gatekeeper monk did not make it difficult for him and let him in easily.

After entering the market.

Yi Chuan is still the same, hasn't changed at all.

The south of the city is the stall area, the north of the city is the shop area, the east of the city is the residential area, and the west of the city is the leisure and entertainment area.

Since it was night, the stall area in the south of the city and the residential area in the east of the city were basically dark, and the streets were empty and deserted.

In the shopping district in the north of the city, most shops are closed, and only a few large shops will remain open with lights on at night.

The leisure and entertainment district in the west of the city happened to be booming.

The lights are bright and the place is magnificent.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going.

Being able to hear the constant sounds of calling and pulling in people, the demonic monks prefer to go in and out of places of entertainment to release their nature.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Qi, you're finally here. The girls missed you so much!"

"Mr. Ma, do you still like the dancer I arranged for you last time?"

"Friend Zhao, there's a new virgin coming to our building recently. Do you want to join the competition? Maybe you'll be the one to spend the night with her and taste her first love tonight!"

"This... um... what a handsome young man! Why don't you come to our Yanchun Tower and experience the wonderful taste of dual cultivation?"

The madam kept laughing at the door and pulled in one regular customer after another. There were very few people that Yi Chuan didn't know.

However, when he saw a young man in white walking by, he stopped and stared blankly at the sign behind him, which was a brightly lit wooden brothel, and his eyes seemed a little dazed.

I thought to myself there was hope, it looked like there was a new person coming!
Looking at his attire and temperament, perhaps he is a young master from some aristocratic family who has come here for a visit.

Shouldn't we seize this opportunity quickly?
These young people who have just entered the world and have little experience are the fat sheep that are easy to slaughter.

Picking a mature and experienced lady from the building who has received countless customers can definitely make him fall into the land of tenderness and unable to extricate himself, and lose his way all day long.

The madam has seen countless people and knows very well that in the families of cultivators, in order to preserve the vitality of the younger generation, they will basically prevent them from coming into contact with women.

Breaking the body has a great impact on the completion of the foundation and the cultivation of an impeccable body before impacting the Golden Core stage. Many far-sighted sects and families will pay attention to control.

However, if you cannot resist temptation and cannot control your lower body while traveling, you cannot blame others.

"My dear, our Yanchunlou is the largest brothel in Yichuan! Our top prostitute is also the most famous prostitute in Yanyun! Come in and take a look!"

"Yanchun Tower"

The young man in white murmured softly as he was pulled by the madam and taken into the brothel without resistance.

There was singing and dancing in the place, and the atmosphere was noisy. People from all walks of life were there, all sitting at the tables, drinking and laughing heartily.

Some people gathered in a circle with the girls at the table. They were hugged by the girls on both sides and were urged to drink. Their hands were constantly touching them. The girls were laughing so hard that they were shaking.

Eight dancers on the stands twisted their slender waists, stretched their arms, and waved fans back and forth. The gauze on their bodies was hazy and transparent, and if you looked closely, many of the distinctive features inside seemed clearly visible.

In the middle, there is a woman in a blue long skirt. She has a slender figure, jade-like legs exposed, and curved dark eyebrows, which give her the temperament of an orchid in a valley. The most important thing is that she looks cold as ice, which gives people a desire to conquer her.

A bamboo flute is held horizontally, and the beautiful blood-red lips slightly open, blowing out the melodious sound of the Tianshan Snow Lotus.

A heart-breaking song, where can I find a close friend in the world?

There seemed to be unknown secrets in her music, which aroused the desire of everyone present to explore. Unconsciously, there were hazy and phantom sounds overlapping, as if constructing a dream paradise.

Lin Shan, who was still immersed in the past when he ran errands for Master Huang and met Protector Yan at Yanchun Tower, finally came back to his senses from his sigh.

Suddenly I felt that the woman on the stage looked strangely familiar!
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(I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion, good health and family peace.)
(End of this chapter)