Chapter 14: The executioner also dared to cultivate the fairy (2)

Chapter 14: The executioner also dares to cultivate the fairy (2)
Yangjia Manor recently had a colorful lantern, a scene of joy. From the Yang family to the villagers in Zhuangzi, the tenants are all looking happy.
Young Master Yang, who has been away from home for more than half a year, rushed back from the field to see Gaotang two days ago. The Yang family and his wife are almost happy to jump up. When they are happy, the villagers and tenants have small rewards, and they are up and down.
Yang Chen certainly won't tell his parents what they have to do, but he still left at least fifty different kinds of charms to his parents. These charms were all raised by Yang Chen with Qiankun Yangbao. As long as you tear it, you can use the means of attack to defend your parents.
Of course, Yang Chen will not forget to marry them. In the next one or two years, there will be chaos in the world. In this mountainous area, he has already laid dozens of illusions in dozens of directions that come in and around. In this area, you will be dizzy, the illusion will be born again, and you will leave the manor without knowing it. At least during this time of chaos, no one can disturb the quiet life here.
Although Yang Chen’s psychedelic characters are low-level, they have been greatly enhanced after they have been raised by Qiankun Yangbao. The spiritual power is very slight, even if the master of the Jindan class passes by, it will only see that it is a barren mountain, and will not find the bustling manor unless it is plunged in. However, if you want to come to such a master, how can you shoot some ordinary people? Yangjia Manor, naturally will be safe and sound.
In order to nurse his parents, Yang Chen tried his best. At this time, he could not refine the medicinal herbs, but the stone fairy gave him the smelting pills. As the name implies, in addition to being able to stimulate the roots, the refining pills can also temper the body. For mortals, this is a rare good thing.
Yang Chen divided the refining pills into two and gave them to the second old man. When they eat refining pills at this time, it is no longer possible to inspire the roots, but it makes Yang Chen’s parents physically conditioned and more robust.
The leaves of the Xuanyang fruit were carefully selected by Yang Chenjing, and after being fried with the method of fried tea, they were left to the parents as a regular tea. The leaves of Xuanyang fruit contain a small amount of spiritual power, which is suitable for people to slowly absorb, often drink this kind of tea, the two old will definitely not be sick, longevity.
After resetting his parents again, Yang Chen left his home again. Two months later, Yang Chen’s people have appeared in the mountain gate of Chunyang Palace, Meiqing Mountain.
As soon as I stepped into the foot of Meishan Mountain, the familiar scenery entered Yang Chen's eyes one by one. The happy memories of the past life also appeared in Yang Chen's mind with these familiar scenery.
There are still a few days to recruit disciples from the opening of the gate of Chunyang Palace, but the town under the mountain has been crowded with people who have come to try. The town, which was originally only a few hundred people, suddenly poured in more than 2,000 young people and their families. Almost all the places in the town where people can live are crowded.
Every year there is such a situation. The people in the town have already seen it, and even used this as a means of earning some extra money. Every family has room for rent. As for safety, no one will care. The pure Yang Palace is just around the corner. Who dares to risk the anger of the Pure Yang Palace, and is a here?
On these days of rushing and waiting, Yang Chen did not practice other exercises except Sanqing. The spiritual power in the body has been suppressed to the lowest by his reversal of the five elements, and it is also pure to the extreme. In this case, ordinary foreign disciples who recruit foreign disciples will not find the spiritual power of Yang Chen, and Yang Chen will not fall into the name of a talented apprentice.
In the hope of everyone, the mountain gate under the Meiqing Mountain was finally opened, and dozens of disciples dressed in uniforms appeared in a row, and surrounded a small square area in the mountain gate. A simple test of getting started is held in this area.
A small number of three men, three women and six young people walked out of the mountain gate, separated into two sides, began to let the waiting young people enter the area one by one, one by one to test the roots, to decide whether to include as a foreigner disciple.
Yang Chen was in the middle, waiting for the people in front to enter the mountain gate. Compared with the look of the face of the young people around him, Yang Chen seems to be calm, and there is nothing particularly anxious hope.
One young man progresses and tests the roots. If appropriate, he will be given a name and will be included for the time being, and he will become a disciple of the outer gate of Chunyang Palace. If there is no spiritual root, it will come out from the other side. There are dozens of foreign mountain disciples greeting, and the team of more than 2,000 people is orderly and indiscriminate.
Finally, Yang Chen, Yang Chen took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little nervous. Immediately shook his head, he had already seen the three disasters and nine robberies, and even faced a small Linggen test tension, it is really shameful.
Pressing the nervous mood, Yang Chen calmly entered the area. Under the arrangement of the inner disciple, his hands pressed on the test of Linggen.
After a few breaths, the array began to show a red color, and a value appeared. The disciples who looked after the array of law swept away and read loudly: "The root of the fire, seventy-one." When the voice came out, several people immediately talked about it.
"The fire of the seventy-one, the qualifications are good!"
"There is another one."
"What is your name?" In the whispered discussion, a familiar brother looked at Yang Chen and asked aloud.
"In the next Yang Chen!" Yang Chen rushed to sign up, finally experienced, depressed the word of the brothers who blurted out.
"Yang Chen?" The familiar brother read Yang Chen’s name, and his face was a little weird. Looking down from the body and touching a piece of jade, the gods explored it. After reviewing it, I was surprised and asked: "Are you a nephew?"
Yang Chenyi, when was he so famous, even these low-level disciples of Chunyang Palace knew that they were executioners? Surprised to be surprised, but Yang Chen still nodded: "Exactly!" For Yang Chen, this is not a shameful identity, Yang Chen did not think about denying.
"A few months ago, did you kill thousands?" The brother asked again, and this made a burst of exclamation from other disciples.
"Exactly!" Since the other party already knows that he is a hangman, he must know what he did when he was a hangman. Yang Chen nodded. It’s just that there is already more doubt in my heart. Who is targeting myself? Is it the teacher's teacher who killed in Xiangyangshan?
"A murderer who is a murderer, even dare to swear by practice? You are not afraid of heaven?" Suddenly, there was a big drink next to him, and the tone was unusual.