Shangguan Lingye just pretended that he didn't hear it and continued:

"However, after the natal objects are refined, they become part of the body, and there is no saying that one is divided into two to give to people. This natal fire is probably not easy to give to."

Zuo Lingquan has long known this. Refining a cultivator's natal object is equivalent to adding an internal organ to his body, one or the other. Any damage may damage his life, not to mention cutting it in half for people.

Zuo Lingquan helped Lingye pinch his legs twice, and found that Jingyan's eyes were wrong. He also picked up Jingyan's legs, put them on his legs, pinched them together, and thought:

"Of course, the natal objects cannot be given to people, but the quiet fire can be used during the Spirit Valley period. It should be more like a natural talent."

"Most of the talents cannot be distributed to outsiders. Water control talents like Black Dragon Carp can be used to refine them. However, Jingyan's talent is too strong and is given by the gods. The master may not be able to deprive them, let alone you. If you want to refine them, you may have to refine the dumplings."

"grumble?!!"

Outside the pleasure boat, a shocked scream came.

Zuo Lingquan said helplessly: "The dumpling is so powerful, where can I refine it? I can't bear to refine it. Is there a reliable way?"

Shangguan Lingye thought carefully: "Jingyan's talent is very special, it must be related to Phoenix and Vermilion Bird, like a god-sacred envoy selected by the gods. I have never seen any other such people, but I know that they can only communicate with the gods and earth, and they cannot give their own things. Say to the gods and ask them to give them a little more. This method should be feasible for the gods."

Tang Jingyan saw the firebird covering the sky and the sun in her mind. She sat up straight:

"It seems to be OK, but how do I talk to it? The only two times I have seen were when I was about to be beaten, and I don't know where it was any other time."

"The gods are everywhere, so you can think about how to contact them yourself. How can we ordinary people know? If we really contact them, remember to ask me for a copy."

Shangguan Lingye lay down a little, raised his hand to open the cabin cover formation, and raised his eyebrows at Zuo Lingquan.

When Tang Jingwen saw this scene, she had nothing to say and flirted with Lingye's skirt:

"Repair it, it's so anxious."

"What's the matter in a hurry? Zuo Lingquan is in a hurry. You didn't notice it. He... um~"

"Isn't it normal for you to rub your legs around? Can you blame Xiao Zuo?"

"Sit back and don't get involved."

"Hey! You...I'll suck you and me..."

Bang-

Very elastic and crispy...

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The pleasure boat walked forward silently, passing through the snow-white sky and earth.

Xie Qiutao sat on the edge of the deck with a strange expression. He looked at the cabin from time to time, but couldn't hear any sound. He then took his eyes back and warned himself: I'm just talking about things, the little girl can't think about it...

Tuanzi was a little injured, squatting listlessly on the turtle shell, shaking the little dragon turtle as a rocking chair.

The destination of this trip is the Great Chen Kingdom. Because the north is vast and sparsely populated, the distance is relatively far away, and it has already reached the nearest of the Xuefeng Mountains.

Xuefeng Mountain, Fulong Mountain, and Wushan Mountain are originally the three largest dragon veins in Yuyao Prefecture. The north cliff in the Xuefeng Mountains is also the highest peak in Yuyao Prefecture. It was once called the Northern Mountain by the monks on the top of the mountain.

At its peak, the Central Desert was just a buffer zone for the immortals in the north and south. The glory created by the immortals in the north was no less weak than that of the immortals in the south.

But no matter how brilliant the immortal family is, it cannot withstand the torrent of the general trend.

The method of the ancestors to cut off the Tao of Eternal Life was to seal the Taiyin God, which caused the yin and yang of heaven and earth to be unbalanced, and the people inside could not go out, and the people outside could not come in.

The north is the place of the cathode, and the impact of the imbalance of yin and yang on it is self-evident. Although there is no obvious change in a short period of time, after thousands of years, Beizhazhou has turned into a barren land, and many peak immortals, including Xuanwutai, have withered and fell one after another.

In the current Jiuzhou land, except for Nanyuzhou, which is located in the anode, where the yang energy is too strong and the yin energy is neutralized, resulting in overall harsh environment, other continents are in a situation where the south is strong and the north is weak.

The same is true for Yuyaozhou. The northern immortals were already in a state of perseverance before the battle to steal the elixir, but there is still the saying "Seven Immortals in the North".

After the Battle of Stealing the Elixir, these ancient sects were completely buried in the dust like the history of Yuyao Continent. Only Shangguan Yutang, the ancestors on the mountain who had experienced many years, learned that there were still these immortals who had taken root in the land of Yuyao Continent.

However, the vitality of the Immortal Sect is often stronger than people imagine. At its peak, there can be hundreds of thousands of disciples. At that time of decline, as long as there is one of these disciples and grandchildren who remember the name of their ancestors, the sect will not die.

Just like the Xuanwu Platform in Beizawazhou, the Xuanwu Platform has long become a place name, but there is still a little girl who walks alone on the land of Jiuzhou with the beliefs passed down from her ancestors.

And many other ancient sects that have long disappeared are like this...

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The Kingdom of Great Chen, Daiti Mountain.

Every year around the winter solstice, sects all over the world open mountain gates to recruit disciples, and the same is true for the Shenhao Sect, located in Wangshan County, Dachen Kingdom.

Although the winter solstice has not arrived, the sect is too small and there are not so many rules. In October, many people from all over the country went to Daiti Mountain to sing incense and asked the Taoist priests inside to see the roots and bones.

It was snowing heavily, and there were scattered people walking on the stone path up the mountain, with children standing beside them.

Outside the old gate of Shenhao Sect, several disciples maintained order. The older elders checked the roots and bones of the children who came here one by one.

In a viewing pavilion on the top of the mountain, the white-haired sect leader Han Ning did not look at the children outside the mountain gate, but looked up at the sea of ​​clouds, as if waiting for someone.

I don’t know how long it took, no one appeared in the sky, but a sound came from behind:

"Zengzhu Han!"

The voice is clear and clear, very polite, without any slightest fireworks. Just hearing the sound, you know that it is coming from the mountain.

Han Ning turned around and looked up, but saw two people standing outside the viewing pavilion.

The two stood side by side, on the left was a middle-aged man in white, holding a green flute in his hand, and a black card hanging from his waist, with a black relief of a turtle and snake fusion.

The other person was familiar with him, with an old face, wearing a white-washed robe, holding a cigarette pole in his hand, and a wine gourd hung around his waist.

Han Ning walked out of the viewing pavilion, bowed his hand and looked at the strange middle-aged man in white:

"Old Zheng, who is this?"

Manager Zheng, who was holding the cigarette pole, was not very polite to anyone and said casually:

"The young man from the north comes to get things, so he can ask for more things himself."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in white took off the sign around his waist and handed it to Han Ning:

"My ancestor has some friendship with Master Han's ancestor. I don't know if Master Han recognizes this brand."

Han Ning took the sign and looked at it, revealing a little surprise:

"I have seen it in the book passed down by the ancestor, but I thought..."

"Before I came, I didn't expect that the Sect of the Divine Hao Sect of Xuefeng Mountain could be passed down to this day. How did the Sect move here?"

"The mountain is too cold and cannot farm. The disciples need to eat and wear clothes, so how can they stay? Where can they stay?"

"The family-borne sect, wherever the people are, the sect is there."

"Oh, that's fine. It's a pity that I can't pass on my family. Otherwise, I would have traveled with a few sons, so I wouldn't have fallen to such an extent..."
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