Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

0City Lord walked out slowly with a calm expression on his face. His silver hair was casually tied behind his back by a black belt.    0

    

The moment he appeared, Yang Xuan had a strange illusion. It was as if there was a towering mountain in front of him, with a grand momentum. But when he looked carefully, all of this disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared.    

    

"What realm is this?"    

    

Yang Xuan was shocked. Although his feeling was very vague, he did not doubt it at all.    

    

Because that feeling came from the Heavenly Eye between his brows! However, his current cultivation was still shallow, and the Heavenly Eye had just entered the door, so it was difficult for him to clearly feel it.    

    

"Greetings, City Lord."    

    

While Yang Xuan was still in shock, Zhou Sheng bowed and said, "Mr Yang is a genius. I don't think it's hard for me to welcome him."    

    

His tone was very calm. The feeling he had was very similar to City Lord's.    

    

"Hello, City Lord."    

    

Yang Xuan also regained his senses at this moment. He hurriedly bowed. He did not care about what he felt just now.    

    

Old City Lord nodded and said, "Zhou, you go ahead with your work. Yang Xuan, follow me."    

    

Yang Xuan followed him into the cottage, while Zhou Sheng stood there quietly for a moment before quietly leaving.    

    

The decoration in the house was very simple. Other than a table and a chair, there were only a few paintings on the wall. Yang Xuan sized them up and immediately recognized one of the paintings. It was the one he had brought last time.    

    

Old City Lord walked to the table. There were brushes, ink, and inkstones on the black table.    

    

He stretched out his hand and carefully smoothened the white paper. Then, he picked it up.    

    

"What do you think of this calligraphy?"    

    

He asked with a smile. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together. With his casual attire, he did not look like City Lord at all.    

    

Yang Xuan's respect did not decrease at all. He immediately walked over and looked at the calligraphy. On the pure white paper, there were four big black words with an extraordinary aura.    

    

Yang Xuan frowned and looked at it for a while. Then he said with a serious face, "This calligraphy is very good."    

    

"But the artistic conception is not correct."    

    

"What do you mean?"    

    

Old City Lord raised his eyebrows and showed a look of interest. He looked at Yang Xuan calmly. Although his eyes were cloudy, they could not hide the light in his eyes.    

    

Yang Xuan pondered for a while and continued, "Looking at this piece of calligraphy, it gives people a majestic feeling, but these four words require an indomitable courage."    

    

"The handwriting is well written and the momentum is also very strong, but when put together, there will be a barrier."    

    

He said it very sincerely.    

    

Old City Lord stared at Yang Xuan. He wanted to see something from Yang Xuan's eyes. Except for the seriousness and seriousness on Yang Xuan's face, there was no other expression.    

    

Old City Lord looked at Yang Xuan for a while. Suddenly, he laughed and said, "You are right."    

    

"This calligraphy was written by Zhou Sheng. He just learned calligraphy and did not understand the reason behind it. You are the only one who said the problem."    

    

Yang Xuan laughed softly. Anyone who knew a little about calligraphy could see the problem with this calligraphy. However, he was the only one who had said it. The meaning behind it was self-evident.    

    

Old City Lord also threw the paper in his hand casually. In a trance, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the room. It carried the piece of paper and slowly landed in the corner of the wall.    

    

The soft and delicate piece of paper floated to the ground, as if it had been flattened in the air. There was not a trace of fold.    

    

Yang Xuan's gaze fell on the piece of paper. His expression was calm. However, his heart was already in turmoil. Old City Lord was actually able to control the paper that he casually tossed to such an extent. Not only was it neat and steady, but it was also steady. Most importantly, if he didn't use the Heavenly Eye to sense it, he wouldn't even be able to sense Old City Lord's control.    

    

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Old City Lord could easily control it. This ability was something that even a Second Stage Perfection Eldest Uncle could not catch up to.    

    

"Alright, this is just a small trick. You don't have to worry about it. With your talent, you will reach this step sooner or later."    

    

Old City Lord casually glanced at Yang Xuan and said in a flat tone.    

    

After that, he walked back to the table and took the inkstone to carefully grind it. At the same time, a piece of paper quietly floated out from under the table and automatically laid on the table.    

    

"How many cyclones did you condense?" As he grinded, he suddenly said.    

    

Yang Xuan was still immersed in the floating paper. When he heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he became overjoyed. He hurriedly said, "I have already condensed 124 cyclones."    

    

"You are quite fast. At least you are much faster than Zhou Sheng."    

    

Old City Lord nodded and said, "You just have to remember not to be impatient when it comes to cultivation. Be steady and steady. Furthermore, you have the Soul Absorption Bead, which is even more so. My cultivation experience book has recorded many years of experience. You should study it carefully."    

    

"Thank you."    

    

Yang Xuan bowed to the ground. However, when he was halfway down, he felt like he was being held up by a pair of invisible hands. No matter how hard he tried, he could not go down at all.    

    

Old City Lord was still quietly studying the ink with a gentle expression.    

    

"I don't accept disciples. The cultivation experience book I gave you was only because I felt that you were not bad and wanted to teach you on a whim."    

    

"The grace of enlightenment is like reconstructing!"    

    

Yang Xuan's face was serious. After pondering for a while, he said seriously, "If you hadn't enlightened me, I'm afraid that I would still be in the small courtyard rearing flowers and reading books. I definitely wouldn't have achieved what I have today."    

    

To him, Old City Lord's bringing him into the immortal sect was equivalent to giving him the hope of finding his parents.    

    

Old City Lord's hand stopped. Inside the pitch black inkstone, bits of ink reflected the sunlight outside the window and flowed slowly.    

    

"The cruelty of the cultivation world is far beyond your imagination. Perhaps one day, you will regret it. When that time comes, it will already be good if you don't blame me."    

    

The light in his eyes had long since faded away, replaced by a trace of exhaustion. The golden sunlight sprinkled on his pure white coat, but it did not flow with vitality, instead it was somewhat heavy.    

    

The atmosphere in the room seemed to have become gloomy in these few words. Yang Xuan almost could not catch his breath.