There is no future for menial disciples? I draw talismans to achieve immortality

After a day of flying on swords, the three finally arrived at the gate of the Mo family in Fulongling in the evening.

Looking down from the sky, the Mohist Mountains are winding like a giant dragon lying on the earth.

This is Fulongling, where the place name and terrain complement each other.

The main gate of the Mohist school is right on the dragon head.

There is a manor on this mountain. This manor is a huge three-courtyard manor.

"Two fellow Taoists, please come with me!"

Led by Mo Daqiao, Xu Changshou and the other two entered the front yard of the manor.

The front yard is a huge garden with a dazzling array of fairy plants.

Behind the garden is a row of luxurious attics, which are obviously used to entertain VIPs.

The central courtyard is a luxurious palace.

The backyard was shrouded in a formation, and Xu Changshou's spiritual sense could not detect it.

After withdrawing his spiritual sense, Xu Changshou began to observe the front yard.

At this time, many people gathered in the front yard, wearing Taoist robes of various styles. Xu Changshou even saw the foundation-building cultivators of the Green Immortal Sect.

In the pavilions, corridors, and beside the rockery, there were monks talking loudly everywhere.

Obviously, these cultivators came from different sects and were all here to watch the ceremony.

"Have you heard that Senior Mo Qianyu is cuckolded?"

"I know about this. It is said that the one who cheated on Senior Mo was Long Qingyang from the Hehuan Sect."

"Oh, there's this thing."

"Senior Mo is at a huge loss, buying a second-hand one..."

"It's not uncommon for people from the Hehuan Sect to be promiscuous."

"Shh, shut up, Mo Daqiao is here, he's a member of the Mo family."

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After hearing this conversation, Mo Daqiao's face became even uglier.

It seems that it is true that Mo Qianyu was cuckolded, and Song Yuanjie and Wang Hai are not talking nonsense.

Of course, even if it was true, Mo Daqiao could do nothing about it. Mo Qianyu was cuckolded, and that was someone else's business, and had nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Mo Daqiao pointed to the row of luxurious attics behind and said, "You two, this is where my Mo family entertains foreign guests. Please find a room and rest."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Mo!"

Xu Changshou clasped his fists slightly, then walked up to the attic, found a room at random, sat down cross-legged, swallowed the Golden Spirit Pill, and began to refine it.

Because they came a day in advance and the concluding ceremony would not be held until tomorrow, Xu Changshou was reluctant to waste time and rested whenever he had time.

Sometimes, when he had the Heart Talisman, one night of his practice would be equivalent to five or six days of practice for others.

Xu Changshou had no interest in attending Mo Qianyu's succumbing ceremony. His main purpose of coming here was to see what Long Qingyang looked like.

After the ceremony, Long Qingyang would definitely return to Hehuan Sect. Xu Changshou's plan was to follow Long Qingyang back and then kill him halfway.

There was nothing to say all night, and in the blink of an eye it was the next day.

It’s just past the hour of Chen.

It suddenly became lively outside.

"Hurry, the wedding procession is here."

"Hurry up and welcome the wedding party."

"Let's go!"

"Hurry up!"

"Friend Wang, stop meditating and go out and watch the fun."

Hearing the noise outside, Xu Changshou stood up with a frown, pushed the door open and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he was pulled into the air by Mo Daqiao and the others.

Xu Changshou summoned his flying sword and kept up with the speed of the two.

At this time, sword lights took off from the yard and flew high into the sky.

"My fellow Taoists, please don't fly too high. Never fly higher than the wedding sedan chair, otherwise it will be unlucky."

At this time, an elderly monk came above the crowd and stopped them from continuing to rise into the air.

Xu Changshou and others stopped and waited in the air with their swords.

"Look, the wedding procession is coming."

Upon hearing this, Xu Changshou looked towards the east.

I saw a snow eagle about two or three meters long flying towards this side in the clouds hundreds of meters high. A long red silk was tied to the body of the snow eagle, and at the end of the red silk was tied to a big red sedan chair.

On the back of the Snow Eagle stood a Jindan cultivator dressed in bright red. He was tall and well-proportioned.

Next to the big red sedan chair, there was a young man with a pale complexion. The young man was flying in the air, holding the sedan chair with his hand, and flying with the sedan chair.

Behind the sedan chair, there were dozens of foundation-building monks. They stood on a red carpet and followed the sedan chair.

Xu Changshou's gaze fell on the golden elixir cultivator in bright red on the back of the Snow Eagle.

Obviously, this Jindan cultivator is the protagonist of today's Dao formation, Mo Qianyu.

After carefully examining Mo Qianyu, Xu Changshou secretly memorized his figure and appearance, and then his gaze fell on the Jindan cultivator who was holding the sedan chair.

This man was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, with fair skin and a somewhat arrogant expression.

The person who escorted the bride was the target of Xu Changshou's assassination: Long Qingyang.

Finally, Xu Changshou's gaze fell on the group of people on the red carpet. This group of people was the wedding procession from the Hehuan Department.

These people are all Foundation Establishment cultivators, there is not a single Golden Core cultivator among them, so they are not to be feared at all.

After reading it, Xu Changshou felt relieved. Long Qingyang was the only Jindan cultivator, so he was easy to deal with.

Soon, the wedding procession flew into the manor and the wedding ceremony officially began.

"Welcome all fellow Daoists to attend Junior Brother Qianyu's final Dao ceremony. On behalf of Junior Brother Qianyu, I thank you all for coming."

The concluding ceremony was not complicated and was completed in an hour.

Then the banquet began.

Xu Changshou did not attend the banquet. After watching the ceremony, he said goodbye to Mo Daqiao and left.

After leaving the Mo family's mountain gate, Xu Changshou released Xiao Hei, sat on his back, and circled in the sky.

Xiao Hei flew very high, thousands of feet in the sky. Even if a Jindan cultivator came, he would not be able to detect Xiao Hei's existence.

Xiao Hei has good eyesight and can easily see the situation on the ground.

Time passed, and it was not until the sun was setting that the wedding procession from Hehuan Gate left the Mo Family Mountain Gate.

"Master, it's out, the target is out, moving eastward..."

The moment Long Qingyang left, Xiao Hei called Xu Changshou and reported their location.

At this time, Long Qingyang was riding a red flying carpet, carrying dozens of foundation-building cultivators, and flying towards the Hehuan Gate.

Although Xiao Hei had told Xu Changshou the location, Xu Changshou still couldn't see it clearly and could only see a small black dot moving.

He knew that the small black dot was the flying carpet of the Hehuan Sect, and Long Qingyang and dozens of foundation-building monks of the Hehuan Sect were on it.

Of course, because the distance was too far, Xu Changshou’s spiritual sense could not detect it.

Long Qingyang and his group did not fly fast, maintaining a speed of ten thousand miles a day.

In the evening, we arrived at Mojia Market.

"Thank you for your hard work on the journey. Let's rest at Fulong Post Station tonight and continue our journey tomorrow."

"Respect the law!"

At Long Qingyang's command, the group moved into the Fulong Post Station.

Xu Changshou stayed in the air until late at night, then he transformed himself into Mo Qianyu and flew towards the Fulong Post Station.

"Long Qingyang, if I don't kill you today, I will not be a human being!"

With a loud roar, the Mohist market became chaotic.