Ark of the Immortal

"Chixiao swordsmanship is a good swordsmanship, and it's not just swordsmanship that you practice. You need to work harder and don't let down your uncle Wei Yanwu's expectations."

Although the old man said something about living up to expectations, it seemed to put some pressure on Chen An. But in Chen's heart, she did receive a lot of care from Wei Yanwu, and she would indeed continue to practice.

"Follow the teachings of your elders."

Chen nodded cautiously, not daring to say no.

You know, the person in front of her is no ordinary old man.

The Celestial Master is a very mysterious existence among the top level of Great Yan's combat power.

Some people say that they are immortals and gods who can live for hundreds of years.

With his flying sword, he can move mountains and seas, reach for stars and shoot at the sun, he is omnipotent.

And the most terrifying thing is the thunder method that all heavenly masters can practice.

The heavenly masters who can be officially recognized and certified by Great Yan are all proficient in thunder techniques. At least he is a practitioner with decades of experience.

Moreover, not everyone can be a heavenly master. Wisdom, reputation, and ability are all indispensable.

In other words, the Celestial Master in front of Chen no longer knows the age of his ancestor.

It might be a trend-setter from the last hundred years, or it might be a battlefield sergeant who participated in guarding the border hundreds of years ago.

No matter what, their identities and origins are Dayan's top secrets.

It must be normal for such a heavenly master to know Chi Xiao and sword skills. But at the same time, he also cared very much about Chen and even knew Chen himself.

This immediately got Chen thinking about why she deserves attention.

In the past years, Chen had almost never been to the hinterland of Great Yan.

I went to Victoria for further study, but almost always stayed in Longmen.

She had no contact with the interior of Dayan. In Chen's memory, she had no contact with anyone from the capital of Dayan. Wei Yanwu was responsible for the negotiations.

There is no need to guess who this heavenly master learned about Chen from. You can tell with just your toes that it was Wei Yanwu.

But why did Wei Yanwu tell the Heavenly Master Chen's information?

Chen himself also had some thoughts, but they were all a bit unreasonable. After thinking for a while, Chen shook his head and simply threw them aside.

"Then what are your plans now?"

The old master took a sip of tea and looked at Chen, his tone full of discussion and testing.

Chen knew about it before coming to Dayan, Wei Yanwu told her.

After leaving Longmen, she not only belonged to Longmen, but also to Great Yan.

She needs to take a good look at her hometown and see what it should be.

As for whether to go to the Jianghu to experience or go to a more cruel place, it all depends on the master's thoughts.

So Chen just bowed his head slightly.

"It all depends on the Heavenly Master."

"Hahaha, okay!"

The Heavenly Master looked at Chen with slight admiration. Seeing Chen's attitude, he could be called over by Wei Yanwu, so he naturally knew what was going on.

What Heavenly Master wants to do here is not to follow the routine of running around, but to go directly to the most effective place and do the most practical things.

Then, the Heavenly Master coughed twice.

"Ahem, um. When you came, who did you come with?"

"I came with Mr. Undead."

Chen didn't think too much about it. She just said it casually, and I guess the Heavenly Master also knew the situation.

Sure enough, when he heard the words "immortal", the old Heavenly Master's beard twitched, and his face suddenly turned blue.

After slowing down for a while, the Heavenly Master said again.

"Yes, Lord General?"

"yes."

Chen nodded, only to see the old master's face become even greener.

Chen still didn't know that the old heavenly master fell off his chair last night because his talisman was not only destroyed, but also found back along the traces of the spell.

Those who can do this not only comprehensively suppress the old Celestial Master in terms of spells, but their energy purity is definitely more pure and flawless than the pure Source Stone energy of the old Celestial Master.

Besides, the feeling of being burned by fire is not pleasant at all.

The old Heavenly Master was able to survive this time, thanks to the fact that he originally practiced divine thunder.

Not to mention, he had personally seen the real fire who stayed behind.

"Okay, I'm here with Lord General Shen. It's good."

Master Tian remembered the feeling last night, and now he still has some lingering fear.

This is not something that people can bear. At least the hundred years of Taoism practiced by the Heavenly Master are not enough in front of the real fire.

"How long have you known Lord General Shen?"

Master Tian tried to dig out some information from Chen so that he could prepare for the future.

Unexpectedly, Chen just shook his head.

"We haven't known each other for a long time. We only met him two months ago, and we haven't done anything together. But Immortal... Lord Shenjiang doesn't have any airs, and our relationship is pretty good."

Hearing what Chen said, Master Tian had no choice but to put aside his petty thoughts.

Immediately, he stroked his beard and smoothed it down for a while before speaking.

"Since you said you let me make the decision, I'll just say so."

The Heavenly Master took a bottle from the cabinet behind him.

Just inside the bottle, there was a wisp of black smoke billowing inside.

The old Heavenly Master asked.

"Do you know what a demon is?"

...

On the other side, Undead and Wenstein sat in the car for a long time.

We drove straight along Shang Shu Avenue, passed two or three bustling commercial streets, and finally stopped at the entrance of a building close to the center of the city.

The undead man and Onstein looked to the right, and right above the building, a red projection reflected the word "dust" on the smooth body of the building.

It seems that this is the Hongchen Guest.

The Immortal still remembers that when Greyhound talked about Hongchen Guest, he had some distrust and gloom on his face.

Now that I think about it, Greyhound probably suffered a lot in a place like Hongchenke because he had no money.

After all, the first impression this kind of building gives to the immortal is that money decides everything.

Just like many places in Casimir, as long as you have money, you can do many things that normal people can't even think of.

This is why so many people in Casimir want to be called competitive knights. Because as long as you become successful, you will have the opportunity to make a big leap in life.

It's a pity that such people will always be in single digits.

Wengstein's height was very conspicuous. When he jumped out of the car with the undead man, the waiter standing at the door of Hongchen Guesthouse hurried over.

"You two, how can I help you?"

The undead man turned around and waved to the driver who sent them here, saying hello.

"You can go. No, wait for us."

The driver nodded wildly in flattery, then drove directly and left from the entrance of Hongchen Guesthouse.

After the driver left, the immortal turned around and spoke to the waiter.

"I'm here to get some news."

"ah..."

The waiter didn't react for a moment, but he was stunned for a second, and then a professional smile appeared on his face.

"You two are here to drink."

The undead man didn't quite understand the rules of the mortal guest, so the waiter was stunned for a moment, presumably because the undead man bluntly stated his purpose, but no one else said the same.

"Okay."

The Immortal nodded and treated himself as if he were in the country and doing as the Romans do.

"this way please."

Immediately, the waiter reached behind him and led Wenstein and the Undead into the lobby of the Hongchen Guesthouse.

The door on the first floor of this building is more than three meters high. Even Wengstein only needed the first slight movement of his head to get in.

The ceiling is more than ten meters high. This kind of building does not take land planning into consideration at all.

After arriving at the lobby of Hongchen Guesthouse, Immortal noticed that there were many people carrying luggage.

It turns out that Hongchenke is not only a wine shop, but also a hotel.

"There are very few people like these two guests who bluntly say they are here to inquire about information. I also failed to entertain you well before, so please forgive me."

The waiter didn't seem to worry about anything wrong with his words and spoke directly.

"Generally speaking, people use the pretext of drinking to casually ask us for some information. Of course, guests with special needs are not excluded."

The waiter turned around and looked at the undead and Wenstein. The smile on his face still remained and he asked.

"So, what kind of guests do you two think you are?"

The undead man and Wenstein looked at each other, wondering if this was a bit troublesome.

The immortal has no intention of playing guessing games with a waiter here.

So, he said.

"You answer my question and I'll give you the money. What kind of thing is this?"

The waiter nodded immediately.

"I see."

As if sensing that the undead man was in a hurry, the waiter turned around and led the way faster.

Not long after, the undead man was taken to a door on the inside of the first floor by the waiter.

"When you go in, ask questions directly to the person sitting behind the desk, and we will charge you money based on your questions. This is the simplest and most expensive way."

The immortal nodded, opened the door and walked in.

The waiter was about to talk about other ways when he saw the undead man ignored him and walked in directly.

The words that came out of my mouth immediately stuck there.

boom!

After Wenstein squatted in and closed the door, a gust of wind blew on the waiter's face.

He sighed helplessly, shook his head, and returned to the door to do his work.

After the undead man and Wenstein came in, they saw a woman sitting behind the table.

The woman has some wrinkles on her face and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her nose.

The messages and intelligence on the terminal are being processed in hand.

She said without raising her head when she heard someone pushing the door open.

"If you have any questions, just ask directly. Time is precious, and I believe you don't want to waste your time."

Regarding this woman's attitude, Immortal thought it was very good.

So, he said directly.

"I'm looking for Greyhound, the Rhode Island operator."

The woman was originally busy with the terminal in her hand.