A few days later, the government office in Bailu City was in the government office.

The prefect of Bailu was inviting several of his colleagues to stay in the yard to cook his new good tea.

A thin old man in his fifties and wearing a Confucian robe picked up the teacup, blew, took a sip, and exclaimed: "It is worthy of being a good tea specially found by the prefect. The tea soup is tender and green, clear and bright, with tender and buds on the bottom of the leaves, silver green, hidden and green, fresh in color, tender and quiet fragrance, and sweet and mellow taste. It is a top-notch tea."

"Over-favorite!"

The prefect smiled and took a sip. The faint fragrance of tea calmed down a little anxiety in his heart.

The Mandao, who was wearing Taoist robe, saw this scene, took a sip, frowned slightly, and said, "I don't drink much tea, and I can't taste the quality of tea, but this tea has a good nourishing effect. The tea tree that produces tea leaves may have entered the spirit!"

"Lingge? This tea is Biluochun. The only ones on Xidongting Mountain are the Biluochun tea trees that have entered the Lingge in the world! You can actually get such famous teas!"

The old man who spoke earlier hurriedly took another sip and began to savor it.

The Duke finished drinking the tea in his hand in one gulp, then picked up the teapot with a expressionless face and poured himself a cup, saying, "Okay! Okay! Today the magistrate asked me to come here, not just for the sake of tea, but for the one in Zixiao Taoist Temple."

Today's tea party was a small gathering of several people, and there was no need to mention any etiquette, but when the old man saw the righteous posture of the mansion, he couldn't help but cough twice to let him pay attention to his image.

Then, the old man slowly spoke: "Didn't we have a conclusion about the one in Zixiao Taoist Temple? His origin is unpredictable, his cultivation is high, and his magical powers are mysterious. It is hard for us to interfere, so it is better to influence him in a roundabout way. For example, his two disciples. For example, when he goes out, people encounter him by chance. If there are too many ties, they will naturally have an impact on him."

"But this guy obviously doesn't plan to follow our ideas!"

The prefect Bai Lu sighed, feeling a little troubled. His term of office was about to come, but he happened to encounter the fact that Yu Chen was promoted to the fourth rank.

Not only that, it seems that Yuchen's promotion this time has once again become the fuse of a fight within the court, so that several waves of people came from above, explicitly suggesting that he can investigate Yuchen's origin and it is best to pull him into his own camp.

But who is a fool who can reach the level of a unique fourth-grade spirit in less than half a year? How can such a talent be influenced by a prefect like him?

Therefore, the prefect of Bailucheng decided to make a roundabout plan with his colleagues.

Yu Chen obviously saw their thoughts, but he had no idea of ​​accepting them.

After thinking about it, the prefect, who had no good idea, turned to look at the Duke Daozheng and said, "By the way, what is the origin of the fifth-grade monk in Qianjia Village? Are you sure?"

The Mansion is a person who controls the land of the mansion and the various information about the immortal path, and most of the foreign monks like this have reported to him.

The Duozheng did not disappoint the prefect: "Although he has always been a casual cultivator, I carefully studied his information and was able to confirm that he should be a disciple of the Chunyang lineage."

The prefect continued to ask: "Which branch of Pure Yang is specific? Can it be confirmed?"

"It's really hard to say. The number of monks in the Pure Yang lineage is more and less, and most of them have merged with each other. After the Miaotong Zhenjun condensed the Pure Yang Zi genus, they basically gathered around the Miaotong Zhenjun lineage. It's hard to tell which lineage they are."

When the prefect of Bailucheng heard this, he couldn't help but frown. While he was thinking, the fifth-grade old monk in Qianjia Village also noticed the fact that Yuchen would not come.

He left the village, found a place, set up an incense table, burned a spiritual talisman, and then recited the treasure edict: "The ceremony of refuting to the destiny! Xiao Yuxuanchen, the immortal priest of the Xianglin; the golden trunk of the eight caves of the Taoist crown, and the duties of the Yuanshi jade engraving; the curling qi and auspicious mist are formed on the Taiyi Tie Star Sword..."

As wisps of blue smoke rose, the phantom of Zhenjun Miaotong appeared in the air.

Seeing this, the old monk immediately knelt on the ground, and said respectfully to Master Miaotong, "Disciple Qian Yuan, pay homage to Master Chunyang Miaotong."

"So it's you."

As a person who is in charge of the third-grade immortal god, Zhenjun Miaotong’s memory is completely different from that of ordinary people. As soon as he sees the old monk below, he finds out who this person is from his memory.

It was the Taoist boy who had served him for a period of time just after he entered the Tao.

After leaving Miaotong Zhenjun, this old monk still retained a friendship with him for a period of time.

It’s a pity that he was later implicated by Miaotong and failed to become a disciple of the sect, so he had to go out to practice alone.

Later, when this old monk was practicing, he was too eager for quick success and instant benefits, so he became obsessed with devils and damaged his life.

After Master Miaotong found out, it was too late to save him.

The true king of Miaotong, who was guilty, specially divided a divine devotion and gave a divine talisman. The divine talisman can not only serve as a treasure for the old monk, but also summoned his divine distraction.

At this moment, when I saw the old monk, Master Miaotong asked, "You invited me here today, what's the matter?"

The old monk lowered his head and said softly: "Disciple heard you are looking for someone."

"Indeed, I'm looking for a fellow practitioner who is good at swordsmanship. Have you seen it?"

The old monk said respectfully: "After my disciple returned home, I accidentally heard that there was a real man named Yuchen in Bailu City, with outstanding talents. In just half a century, he condensed a unique person of the fourth rank. Moreover, he seemed to be related to some recent struggles in the court."

The old monk said something unclearly, but Zhenjun Miaotong understood what the other party meant. He suspected that Yu Chen was the person he was looking for.

Thinking of this, Master Miaotong frowned slightly.

When the emperor invited several true lords to discuss things, he was also invited and even went to attend the meeting with some distractions.

Therefore, Master Miaotong knew Yuchen's special nature, understood that he would likely achieve the third-grade immortal god in the future, and suspected that the other party was the monk who helped him to force Michael away.

It was also because of the meeting that Mr. Miaotong realized that he was not good at taking the lead in this matter.

But now in this situation, he seems to have been forced into the game.

Thinking of this, Zhenjun Miaotong couldn't help but look at this Taoist boy who had served him in the past, his eyes becoming a little deeper.

‘Is it because someone deliberately guided Qian Yuan to know about Yuchen, or is he who has joined other forces at all. This time, he just took the opportunity to pull me into the water?’
Chapter completed!