The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

Chapter 366: My Years as a Bodyguard in the Immortal Cultivation World

Lu Ciyan seemed to have suddenly lost interest in discussing the previous issue. He leaned against the wall of the flying boat with a listless look on his face, staring blankly at the ever-changing scene below.

Fu Xu, who was standing by, couldn't stand his lifeless look. He rolled his eyes and changed the subject subtly.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He approached Lu Ciyan with a curious look on his face and asked, "Junior brother, how did you come up with the idea of ​​sneaking into our team?"

Hearing this, Lu Ciyan's eyes flickered, and he turned his head slightly to avoid Fu Xu's inquiring gaze. "I just haven't seen a Taoist couple ceremony before, and I want to go and see it."

After hearing this, Fu Xu did not notice anything wrong. After all, it was normal for a child of Lu Ciyan's age to be full of curiosity.

So, he naturally reached out his hand, put his arm around Lu Ciyan's shoulders affectionately, and said with a smile: "Haha, then you really came to the right place this time!"

"The Taoist couple ceremony of Daojun Jiuyi and Daojun Fuliu was truly grand. It was my first time to see something like this, and it was truly an eye-opener."

Lu Ciyan looked away indifferently. He didn't really come here to watch the Taoist couple ceremony, and he had no interest in what Fu Xu said.

"But do you know what the relationship is between these two Dao Lords and your Master?"

Lu Ciyan suddenly turned around and looked at him.

Fu Xu seemed to be encouraged and began to talk incessantly about the news he had heard from his master.

"In fact, Daoist Lord Jiuyi was previously Daoist Lord Xinglan's admirer and pursuer, while Daoist Lord Fuliu and Daoist Lord Xinglan were rivals in love."

"Daoist Master Jiuyi once quit his sect for Daoist Master Xinglan and wanted to join our Qingxu Sect, but was stopped by Daoist Master Fuliu."

"Finally, after Daoist Lord Xinglan repeatedly rejected him, Daoist Lord Jiuyi finally let go of his feelings for Daoist Lord Xinglan, and now he and Daoist Lord Fuliu have achieved a happy ending."

"To put it bluntly, it's a matter of love."

Lu Ciyan curled his lips, "Master has good taste. That Jiuyi Daojun is not worthy of Master."

Upon hearing this, Fu Xu nodded hurriedly to show his agreement, but he soon changed the subject.

"Actually, I'm not talking about these two Dao Lords, but another one, Dao Lord Fuchen."

"Who is that?" Hearing a new name, Lu Ciyan, who had been a little careless, suddenly perked up and listened carefully.

Fu Xu cleared his throat and began to give a detailed introduction.

"This Daoist Lord Fuchen is Daoist Lord Fuliu's younger brother. His talent is far beyond the reach of the two Daoist Lords mentioned above."

"If we really want to compare, I'm afraid only your master can be slightly better. He has already entered the Mahayana stage!"

"The point is that this Taoist Master Fuchen is also an admirer of your master, and he hasn't given up pursuing your master yet!"

After saying this, Fu Xu's face was full of smugness, as if he had mastered the most incredible information in the world.

However, at this moment, Lu Ciyan's face was gloomy, "Hmph, even so, he is still not worthy of my master!" The dissatisfaction in his tone was almost obvious.

"Forehead……"

Fu Xu was silent for a moment before slowly adding, "Although their cultivation levels aren't quite matched, Daoist Master Fuchen is universally recognized in the world of immortal cultivation as the most suitable person to be Daoist Master Xinglan's companion."

"But Daojun Xinglan is not in the mood for love, and no one dares to say these things in front of her."

"They are just not a good match. You have poor taste." Lu Ciyan stared at Fu Xu with a bad look, as if he would be rude to him if the other party said something about them being a good match again.

"Yes, yes, they just don't deserve it. I don't know why so many people are saying that behind their backs, haha, haha..."

Fu Xu laughed more and more quietly, until he finally stopped laughing altogether, because Lu Ciyan's eyes looked more and more dangerous.

Just shut up.

You can't mess with people who are controlled by the master. They are so fierce at such a young age.

Alas, where is his soft, cute and adorable little junior brother? Please give him back to him.

……

The flying boat slowly passed through a series of mountains and they finally arrived at their destination.

The spaceship stopped in the air, and Lu Ciyan and the others flew down on their swords.

There were several elders standing at the gate of the Yuling Sect to welcome the guests. When they saw them, they all came forward to greet them politely. Even the young Lu Ciyan was treated with preferential treatment.

A group of people were led in. The elders and disciples were assigned obviously different seats, and the disciple was taken to the back by another disciple.

This place was obviously a reception place for disciples from all the major sects. Fu Xu also saw acquaintances going over to say hello.

Only Lu Ciyan stood there, showing no interest in these useless social interactions.

But that didn't stop Fu Xu from taking him to meet new friends.

After walking around, Lu Ciyan's face was almost frozen. Seeing that he had a tense face, those people were not afraid and wanted to pinch his face. He dodged some of them, but he could only endure the ones he couldn't avoid.

"I heard Xinglan accepted a young disciple, but you?"

Following this question, the crowd that had gathered together suddenly retreated to both sides as if driven by an invisible force, and in the blink of an eye, they made way for a small path that was wide enough for two people.

In the middle of the path, a monk in a plain white robe was walking towards them.

He walked lightly, and with every step he took, a faint ripple seemed to ripple under his feet. A faint aura surrounded his body, making people dare not look directly at him.

The man had a very handsome face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile.

His eyes were gentle, and he cast them gently on the person in front of him, making people feel close to him unconsciously.

"It's Daojun Fuchen."

Lu Ciyan heard someone in the crowd shout in surprise.

"Are you Xinglan's new disciple?"

Seeing Lu Ciyan remained silent, Fu Chen asked again, his tone still so gentle.

However, facing Fu Chen's question, Lu Ciyan just glanced at him coldly, and then stiffly uttered four words: "It's none of your business."

For some reason, Lu Ciyan looked at the other person's almost perfect smiling face and subconsciously felt displeased.

But his words were like a drop of water dropped into a boiling oil pan, causing an instant sensation.

The disciples who were praising him just now turned against him and complained about his lack of education and disrespect for his seniors.

"He doesn't even know the most basic etiquette. Is he really a disciple of Taoist Xinglan? He can't be fake, right?"

"Does he know who is standing in front of him? How dare he be so arrogant?"

"He's really too young to be on the stage. This time, Taoist Xinglan has made a mistake."

Countless scoldings came towards Lu Ciyan, but he remained extremely calm, and could even be said to be indifferent.

He raised his head slightly and glared fiercely at those who dared to insult his master, silencing them instantly.

Then, Lu Ciyan withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and refocused his attention on the person in front of him.

The other party still had a gentle smile on his face, and seemed to be extremely tolerant of his previous rudeness, but Lu Ciyan saw a flash of pride in his eyes.

"Your personality is somewhat similar to Xinglan's."

After saying this, he turned around and earnestly admonished the disciple who had just cursed, but there was no hint of blame in his words. As expected, he received praise from most of the people present.

Looking at this scene, Lu Ciyan couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Hypocrisy."

Fu Chen paused, closed his eyes slightly, and looked down from above, inadvertently revealing a condescending attitude.