She's not the devil emperor's nanny!

After descending the mountain, the carriage walked slowly towards the west. Behind the carriage, there were twelve purple-clothed men on horses who were none other than Feng Jue Thirteen Swords.

This time, they used secular methods to rush to Yancheng at the foot of Tianding Mountain, and it took them two full years, which was enough for them to pass slowly.

The wooden wheels of the carriage run over the gravel road, and there are knights galloping past on both sides of the road from time to time, which has a special flavor.It's just that the bumps were so severe that Ling Xuan missed the shock absorbers and rubber tires very much.

Dr. Dunlop (inventor of the rubber tire) really invented a great weapon for the benefit of mankind.

Rubbing his waist, Ling Xuan sat on the platform in front of the luxury carriage, looked up from time to time and saw the cultivator flying by Yujian, and couldn't help but said: "Speaking of which, the world of the cultivator and the secular world are really a strange fusion. Wake up, I thought it would be more obvious to divide."

He lifted the curtain of the carriage, and saw that the interior of the carriage was much larger than it looked from the outside, so it could be seen that some means were used, maybe it was a magic weapon or something.

Feng Jueqing slanted on the couch, holding a book in his hand that he didn't know what was written in. His handsome brows and eyes were slightly drooping, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed a bit like a nobleman who was traveling.

Before Feng Jueqing could answer, Shisan Jian, who was sitting next to Ling Xuan and driving a horse, smiled and said, "It's inseparable from the start. There are far more people in the secular world than in the cultivation world. The disciples of the sects must be searched in the secular world leaders, and the secular world will also produce some natural treasures, so there are several secular countries under the control of the major cultivation sects. The previous Wutai seems to be biased On the side of the Immortal Realm, but it is not clear which sect it belongs to, otherwise it will not be destroyed because of the corpse cave. The sect only prohibits disciples below the golden core stage from going down the mountain, because at that time the mood is unstable and they are easily infected with the red dust. Inner demons breed. Those who are above Jindan can go down the mountain together to practice together.”

"Really? Who does the Yong Dynasty where Yancheng is located belong to?" Ling Xuan asked, because the territory of the Yong Dynasty on the map happened to be within the range of Tianding Mountain, which was located in the center of the mainland.

"Yong Dynasty does not belong to any sect." Feng Jueqing raised his hand, and the door curtains were automatically hung on the hooks on both sides, allowing him to clearly see the people sitting side by side outside.

He waved to Ling Xuan.

"Come in, it's too windy and sandy outside."

Ling Xuan got into the carriage obediently, but didn't see Ling Ying's slightly gloomy face, and found a carved round stool in the carriage to sit down.

"The Yong Dynasty is located in the center of the Four Great Domains, and all sects have an agreement that they will not attack the Yong Dynasty." Feng Jueqing handed the booklet in his hand to Ling Xuan.

"What is this? I see that you have always been very interested." Ling Xuan looked at the words on the booklet and almost couldn't help laughing.

Jianghu hero list?what is this?

"It seems that we want to determine the number one master of martial arts, and the address is in Yancheng, Yong Dynasty. Are you interested in joining in the fun?" Feng Jueqing pursed his lips and smiled slightly, anticipating Ling Xuan's reaction.

"Of course! Such an interesting thing... Wulin Conference! Pfft! It's a real martial arts conference..." Ling Xuan patted Feng Jueqing's shoulder vigorously, and said: "What kind of Jianghu people call ×××, how many people are there?" Master fan?"

"Huh? It's a bit too simple, worldly experts are not our opponents."

"Eh? But think about it, when the time comes, you can make a jade-faced Rakshasa style, which sounds pretty handsome." Ling Xuan rubbed his chin, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help smiling.

"What about you?" Feng Jueqing liked to see him smile, and asked.

"Me?" Ling Xuan was stunned for a moment, his brows were furrowed, and he murmured brokenly: "I practice the Poison Sutra, called Poison Hand?"

"It's really ugly, it's better than a poison doctor, anyway, you won't lay a poisonous hand on people." Feng Jueqing smiled lightly, but inadvertently turned his eyes to Ling Ying who had been turning his back to them.

Although it is very possible that he has excess consciousness, Feng Jueqing always feels that Ling Ying seems to be hiding some secret.But it seemed like no one noticed except him.

Ling Ying exudes a sense of disobedience from time to time.

"Master! We've arrived." The voice of Thirteen Swords came, and Ling Xuan could see the city not far away and the crowd waiting in front of the city gate through the curtain.

Their carriage was too luxurious, so the guards in front of the city gate didn't dare to check, so they let them enter the city directly.

It can be seen that Feng Jueqing is not the kind of person who cares about money, Thirteen Swords directly drove the carriage to the best inn in the city, and a dozen horses almost occupied the stables of the inn as soon as they arrived.

"Be sure to feed fine oats, these Thunderhoofs can't eat hay and coarse grains." Handing these rare and frightening horses to the inn waiter, when Yi Jian said this, the eyes of the groom who was in charge of raising the horses almost popped out up.

Fine oats, that's something ordinary people can't afford to eat, and these people actually use it to feed horses?How rich is the family?

The guest room was a little nervous, and Ling Xuan screamed after learning about the room allocation.

"Why should I share a room with you? No! I would rather share a room with Ling Ying." Ling Xuan hid behind Ling Ying, holding Ling Ying's shoulders with both hands.

"Xuan." Feng Jueqing's tone was full of helplessness, mixed with vague grievances.

The veins on Ling Xuan's forehead twitched, and he cursed: "Feng Jueqing! You know how to use this trick against me! I tell you that I won't take this trick..."

"Xuan." Feng Jueqing's tone was even more pitiful, even reminiscent of a newborn puppy abandoned in the rain.Let Feng Jue Thirteen Swords drop their eyeballs to the ground one by one to find the integrity that their master had lost.

Ling Xuan was still dragged away, but the smile on Ling Ying's face remained the same, but when she entered her room, she suddenly became colder and more ruthless.

There was a knocking sound on the window coffin, Ling Ying was stunned for a moment, went to the window and opened it, and saw a sparrow jumping around on the window coffin.

"Huang'er? You're here?" Not surprisingly, Ling Ying sat down on the chair by the window, resting her elbows on the window coffin, and the sparrow fluttered its wings and landed on his fingertips.

"At any rate, the Phoenix family is the leader of all birds, but it is still possible to borrow the body of a sparrow." The sparrow opened its mouth, but the voice rang directly in Ling Ying's mind.

"Xue, I can finally speak properly." Yaohuang's voice was a little emotional, which made Ling Ying laugh.

"Let's make a long story short, Feng Jueqing is right next door, so be careful." Ling Ying said as she gently rubbed the sparrow's beak with her fingers.

"The preparations have already begun." Yaohuang's voice sounded: "I will do it in two years. I just deal with so many sects at once, is it okay?"

"If the Underworld Sect, who has been keeping a low profile for thousands of years, can't even do this, then there is no need for them to exist. They might as well commit suicide and send the Golden Core Nascent Soul to us for cultivation."

"Blood, you are still as vicious as ever." Yaohuang smiled.

"Hmph. After waiting for thousands of years, I finally got a body with good bones. Thinking of the reincarnation of hundreds of generations, I envy you beast races. Even though the cultivation speed is relatively slow, you can pick any one with good bones." Ling Ying sighed He took a breath and said.

"You are not greedy enough." Sparrow closed his black bean-like eyes and rubbed against Ling Ying's finger.

"That's right, what you gain is what you lose." Ling Ying was about to say something when he heard Ling Xuan calling him outside the door.

"Ling Ying! Let's go downstairs for dinner!"

"Here we come!" Ling Ying replied loudly, and as soon as she stood up, the sparrow fell back onto the window coffin.

"Go and prepare, don't worry about me, I will naturally look for you when the time comes." Ling Yingyu was about to leave when she fell.

"Blood." Sparrow did not leave, but stood on the window coffin without tilting his head to look at Ling Ying.

"Come back early, I'll wait for you." Yaohuang's voice was faint, with inexplicable affection.

"Okay. Wait for me." Ling Ying seemed to have noticed it, and as if deliberately ignoring it, opened the door and went downstairs.

This inn already has the embryonic form of a future hotel. The third floor and the backyard are housing, and the first and second floors are places for eating.Feng Jueqing still put on a rich man's spectrum, covering the entire second floor. Compared with the first floor, which is full of people, the second floor is quiet like another world.

All the dishes on the table were expensive and expensive, Ling Xuan could only comfort himself that it wasn't his own money that was spent.

Everyone at Nima's table doesn't need to eat, and I've never seen such a prodigal.

"It's very lively downstairs." Ling Xuan looked down from the railing and saw that many guests below were armed with weapons, so he couldn't help asking: "Could they be all martial arts people?"

"One year from the martial arts conference, it's normal to start now." Feng Jueqing picked up his glass and took a sip of the best wine in the city, and said.

"It's just that most of these people below are agitated, and many of them have a bloody aura on their bodies. It seems that they are not kind." Yijian frowned and said in a low voice.

"This is the people from the Jianghu..." Ling Xuan returned to the dinner table, and was about to say something, but suddenly saw a few people rushing up from the stairs.

"Your grandma's! You even told me that there are no seats left. Aren't there all seats upstairs?"

The visitor had a fierce look on his face, grabbed the waiter by the skirt of his clothes, and shouted loudly.

Feng Jueqing was still calm and calm, but Feng Jue Thirteen Swordsmen's faces were slightly gloomy.

Dare to insult their master, really impatient to live!