Mysterious mirror hanging high

The monk agreed, not daring to object, but inwardly he was furious, cursing silently, "Come on, it's all their work, and I, a mere ox, should be grateful and thank them for a bite to eat... You're just lucky to have been born into a good family? Why are you pretending?"

"Little sister, why are you angry? Our every word and action now represents the reputation of the Yuwen family, so we need to be more careful in what we say and do. If what happened today gets to our father's ears, I'm afraid we'll be in trouble again." Yuwen Yunqi sighed and said in a voice transmission.

"We're not bullies... I just can't stand them slandering real people!"

Yuwen Yunfu said indignantly, "The Yuwen family is now at least a Nascent Soul Immortal Clan. Don't you see that the Banshan Taoist is only a True Lord of One Acupoint, while the Houtu Sect disciples all have their eyes in the sky? In comparison, our Yuwen family tradition is considered to be extremely upright!"

At this moment, a handsome monk in a moon-white robe walked into Chengfu Restaurant and looked around.

Yuwen Yunfu turned around and was shocked. He quickly pulled Yuwen Yunqi forward to greet him: "Master!"

Many monks in the restaurant lobby also saw this person and greeted him with greetings: "Greetings to the deceased Master!"

The monk had just passed away. He scanned the interior of the restaurant with his spiritual sense, frowned, and muttered to himself, "He's not here?"

"Who is Master looking for?" Yuwen Yunfu asked curiously.

"Who else could it be? It must be Xuan Jing!" Yuan Ji sighed, "Doesn't he often come here to listen to stories in disguise? Why isn't he here today?"

"Master, have you looked for him at [Xuanyinfang]? Recently, Master Xuanjing often goes there to listen to music." Yuwen Yunqi said.

Yuanji patted his head and said, "Yes!"

He was about to leave when he suddenly asked curiously, "We're having a meeting in Xiaoyao Palace today. Don't you need to report to Yuan Xi?"

Yuwen Yunfu's expression changed: "Oh no! I was so engrossed in the book that I almost missed something important to do!"

Then he and Yuwen Yunqi turned into two beams of light and flew hurriedly towards the center of the fairy city.

----

Yuanji left Chengfu Restaurant and after several turns came to a courtyard with a sign that read "Xuanyinfang".

This is the branch of Xuanyin Pavilion, one of the three pavilions in Zhongzhou Region, established in Yunchuan Region to discover talents in music in Yunchuan Region.

Nowadays, the monastery is full of monks who are proficient in music. In addition to the conventional services such as soothing the spirit and eliminating inner demons, they also accept some business of simple performance. Although it has no other effects, the wonderful music is still pleasant to the ears and is still an enjoyment that only immortals can have, which is incomparable to ordinary and mediocre music.

The doorman at Xuanyinfang saw that the visitor was a Jindan cultivator and hurried forward to greet him. He asked cautiously, "Senior, are you here to eliminate your inner demons, or simply to listen to music? The Jindan musicians in Xuanyinfang are currently out on business, so I'm afraid the ordinary Foundation Establishment musicians won't be able to take your order..."

Yuanji waved his hand: "I'm here to look for someone... Is Master Xuanjing here?"

"Yes! The real person is currently listening to music in Loulan Pavilion."

"take me."

The young servant led Yuanji through several courtyards and came to an elegant and quiet little building. Before he entered, Yuanji heard the sound of long stringed instruments coming from inside.

When I pushed open the door, I saw dozens of musicians playing music with different instruments. In the middle, a beautiful woman dressed in flowing sleeves was dancing barefoot to the music.

At this time, Jing Yu was half lying on the main seat, holding a book in his hand. The three big words "Under the Sky" were written on the cover. He was reading with relish and listening to music at the same time.

"Pause."

Yuanji stopped the group of musicians and stared at the leisurely grey-robed young man sitting at the main stage. He sneered, "You really know how to enjoy life! Even if your life span is long after you build your foundation and cultivate your elixir, you can't squander it like this!"

At this moment, Jing Yu raised his eyelids and pricked up his ears: "Huh? Why did the music stop?"

Seeing Yuanji, he smiled and said, "So it's Yuanji, why are you in such a hurry? Did something happen again?"

"Not to mention that there is something to do, even if there is nothing to do, you can't be so lazy like you? You have even neglected your practice..." Yuanji said with great sorrow.

Jing Yu closed the book and said lazily, "I've been cultivating immortality my whole life and finally formed a golden elixir. Can't I enjoy myself?"

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

"Stop dancing!"

Yuanji waved away the others and pulled Jing Yu up: "This time there really is something going on... The silly roe deer summoned you and me to discuss something!"

"What's going on again?" Jing Yu sat up straight, his expression serious.

"The specific circumstances are still unknown, but it's likely related to the death of the [Devil of Delusion]."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go."

"No rush... The silly roe deer just said to go find him before sunset." Yuanji shook his head and asked furtively, "What's the name of this music? It sounds pretty good."

----

The two of them left Xuanyinfang and headed straight for Xiaoyao Palace.

On the way, Jing Yu handed the book "Under the Heaven" to Yuanji and asked, "Did you write this book? It's really a masterpiece..."

Yuanji replied casually, "I copied... a book from my hometown in my previous life. I thought no one would know about it, so I copied it to supplement my family income and collect some readers' prayers and incense."

"Why haven't you finished it?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. This book wasn't finished when I died in my previous life, and I don't have the ability to predict the future..."

Jing Yu looked regretful: "What a pity, I don't know what the ending will be."

"It's not like there's no chance." Yuanji blinked. "If I can one day reach the level of the Immortal Chosen Hall Master, I might even be able to find the small world of my previous life and help you copy the sequel of this novel..."

The two chatted and strolled in the garden, and finally arrived in front of the [Xiaoyao Palace].

This [Xiaoyao Palace] was built in recent years. It is considered a temporary palace built for Yuwen Baoge. Yuwen Baoge practices in the [Tower in the Clouds] where spiritual energy is more abundant, but lives his daily life in this [Xiaoyao Palace].

However, the front hall of the Xiaoyao Palace is also where the immortal officials of the Xiaoyao League handle government affairs. On weekdays, local market officials report on their work and the league holds meetings here. When Jing Yu and the others entered the palace and passed by the front hall, they happened to encounter the annual meeting in front of the palace.

Sitting on the main seat was a cold woman wearing an ice-blue robe, an ice flower hairpin on her head, and in the middle stage of foundation building. She was none other than Zhao Yuanxi, who was now overseeing the affairs of Xiaoyao Immortal City and even Yunchuan!

Since Yuwen Baoge had been practicing for many years and had not cared about worldly affairs, and Jing Yu was a casual person, all the matters that should have been his responsibility were thrown to Zhao Yuanxi, so that Zhao Yuanxi, a foundation-building cultivator, became the "acting leader" of the Xiaoyao Alliance. After decades of being in power, he had already developed an aura of majesty without even being angry.

At this time, Zhao Yuanxi opened his mouth slightly and asked softly:

"Yuwen Yundan, what is the production volume of elixirs in the Yunchuan region this year?"