Chapter 30: Canoe yoyo

　　 Although there was trouble in the matter, Yang Jian did not go away directly. He knew this was his chance, so he couldn't let it go easily.
　　 turned around and bowed his hands to everyone. Although he was a young man, he was somewhat deceptive.
　　 is very natural, I was mistaken for the children of famous background in the secret realm, but I don't know why I fell here.
　　 down?
　　 Two plaques were erected here, and what they did was "employment".
　　 Daquan sect hired casual cultivators for their birth and death, and paid the elixirs and spirit stones as remuneration after completion. This is also the main way for casual cultivators to obtain monastic resources.
　　 Yang Jian deliberately put on a dazed look, and asked in a low voice: "Dare to ask you, what's wrong?"
　　 These casual cultivators in the rear are not taboo. Seeing that Yang Jian was afraid that he had just practiced, and he couldn't even perceive "qi" in his body, you persuaded him with a word and a word.
　　The employment of the school is naturally differentiated. For example, the purple soul valley is picking herbs. Although the purple soul valley is covered with miasma, inhaling the miasma is also in danger of life, but this kind of danger can be prevented and avoided in advance.
　　 But ‘Exploring the Secret Realm’ is a real tribulation of life and death, and those sects hired for casual cultivators did not have any good intentions.
　　 mostly used casual repairs as cannon fodder to explore the way. After going there, they probably survived and died.
　　 Going to fight for life and death by himself, but the opportunity and benefits obtained by the difficulty have to be taken by the immortal door who organized this exploration, and then give some not very precious exercises...
　　 This kind of thing seems to be a loss-making business at first glance, but if you taste it carefully, it's just a sale.
"So that's it," Yang Jian arched his hands to the young and middle-aged Taoist priests who had told the matter, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of white teeth, "Then, what is the reputation of the Broken Heavenly Immortal Gate? Has it ever been a murderer? The treasure?"
　　 As soon as he said this, all the scattered practitioners around him changed color, and they dared not answer casually.
　　 The old man standing next to the signboard was also amused by Yang Jian's "uprightness" and opened his eyes again.
"I have always acted in a bright and upright manner! Since this trip is hosted by the master, the treasures obtained in the secret realm should be returned to the master, and the master will reward you with the things you need for cultivation, what's the point? Is it fairness!"
　　 "So that's it, seniors don't be angry." Yang Jian smiled and nodded, probably already understanding this ‘routine’ in his heart.
　　 The immortal gate is for the real treasures in the secret realm, and most of those treasures fall into the hands of casual repairs, and most of them have no effect. It is better to use it to exchange resources for the immortal gate.
　　 This business is a willingness to fight and suffer. It is not a bullying, but Yang Jian is going for the treasure. After going there, he has to use his brain to find a way to get away and find his own chance.
　　Yang Jian sighed with emotion: "Life and death depends on the sky, wealth and wealth fight for themselves!"
　　 then walked to the old man, took the roster, and wrote his name with a stroke of a pen:
　　 Yang Erlang.
　　 Yang Jian did not want to use his real name, but he did not deceive others. He was the second child in the family, and he will have the title of Erlang in the future, but this name can also be used.
He didn't fill in the column of 　　 Xiu base, threw the pen away, and walked away.
　　 Fortunately, when he was in Yuquan Mountain, Master also let him learn calligraphy for several years. Otherwise, he would be ridiculous and generous.
　　 Then he walked into the town without looking back, went to the tavern on the street, and had a meeting with the seven or eight Sanxiu who had been waiting inside, without greeting.
　　 After Yang Jian sat down, another young scribe, feeling inexplicably, walked to the plaque.
　　 "It's a life-and-death life, Kim will also try this hard life!"
　　 After speaking, he jumped onto the stage, wrote his name, and turned around to wait in the pub.
　　 With the encouragement of Yang Jian, another two people jumped out to participate, and the number of casual cultivators in the tavern exceeded the number of ten.
　　 The old man seemed to be very satisfied, and smiled, which had met the requirements of his trip. But looking at the sky, he still continued to wait there, wanting to recruit more pathfinder pioneers and hardworking coolies.
　　 Yang Jian sits in the corner of the tavern, does not squint or talk with others, sits there with his eyes closed and calms himself.
　　 Later, the middle-aged scribe wanted to talk to Yang Jian a few words, and forge a fate, but seeing that Yang Jian was covered with ‘Rejecting People Thousands of Miles Away’, and there was someone nearby who greeted him, he walked over in a slanderous manner.
　　 In a blur, Yang Jian heard someone talking about him next to him.
　　 "This young man also disagrees. It seems that he has no elders. He will come out and work hard at this age."
　　 "But he can't even feel "qi" in his body. Isn't this going to kill him in vain?"
　　 "By the way, where is the secret realm that Broken Heaven is going to go to this time?"
　　 "I heard that it was a relic that was just discovered. Maybe there is still a longevity medicine waiting for our brothers, day flying fairy, it's not a problem."
　　 "Day flying fairy? Daydream about you!"
　　 rustling, whispering, Yang Jian didn't listen any more, sitting there was lost in thought.
　　Gathering energy, concentration, forging soul, and unity, these are the four realms of foundation building and the foundation of the'primal divine Taoism'.
　　 These people sitting here are mostly between gathering energy and concentrating. The old man I saw before should be in a certain realm above the foundation and under the condensation.
　　 As for the wicked woman Qing Lian who injured herself that day, she should have condensed the golden core, which can be regarded as the top existence in this world.
Yang Jian’s Eight-Nine Profound Art does not fall into these categories. Although the profound art has not made a breakthrough in the past few months, Yang Jian has spent a lot of effort on'being brave and fierce.' Fear the old man who recruits people.
　　 But he warned himself early:
　　 One is to avoid publicity and domineering, the second is to avoid rashness, the third is to put the cart before the horse, and the fourth is to avoid the world.
　　 Putting the cart before the horse refers to the skill and profound arts used in the fighting method. Naturally, it is mainly based on the practice of the profound arts, and one cannot give up the original and the last.
　　 And Hong Chen Fanxin... It's probably because Yang Jian is also a man consciously. This body has grown up, and there will always be times when blood rolls and sleepless nights.
　　 But he set a restraint on himself. If he can't settle down in the predicament, he will never do the things of the flower field and the wind, so as not to miss his own practice.
　　 It's a pity that it's easy to settle down, but how difficult it is to do it.
　　 Half a day later, near dusk.
　　 The old man put away the plaque, went into the tavern, bowed his hands to the 17 people inside, and said warmly: "Dear fellow Taoists, we will leave today, but what else needs to be prepared?"
　　 Someone in the casual cultivator knew this old man, and shouted: "Elder Murong! How long are we going to go this time?"
"It can take three to five days, and it can't be more than a month," Murong Yan said with a smile, "This time the three elders of this school and the twelve disciples after the foundation are built, you can rest assured that you are safe. ."
　　 Can you rest assured?
　　All of the people present here sneered in their hearts. You are going to sharpen the disciples, so let us teach those disciples by the way!
　　What class do you have?
　　 Let those disciples understand what ‘cold matters’ and ‘difficulty in cultivation’ are. Without the protection of a teacher, there is a danger of death at every turn!
　　 "So, everyone follow me."
　　 The old man walked out the door, took out a palm-sized shuttle in his arms, mobilized spiritual power, chanted spells, and worked for a while, the shuttle slowly grew bigger and turned into a ten-foot-long flying wooden boat.
　　 Seventeen people got on the canoe one by one. The old man urged the canoe to float up, and then let out a low cry. The canoe swish toward the sky with dissatisfaction.
　　 Yang Jian was originally curious about such magical weapons that fly to the sky and manned people, but the casual practitioners around are all sitting cross-legged, one by one like the enemy~EbookFREE.me~ I can’t even mention a little bit of cultivation.
　　 Scratching his head, Yang Jian also found a corner to meditate with his legs cross-legged, practising the eight or nine profound arts silently and understanding the principles of profound arts.
　　 If there is no gain from this trip, and the first level of the Eight-Nine Profound Art can no longer make progress, then he can only repair the second level.
　　可, is this foundation really laid?
Yang Jian naturally did not dare to slack off when it came to being born; he unknowingly settled in the shallow layer, after two hours, the wooden boat shook slightly, Yang Jian looked outside, but saw the two opposing strange mountains again, and reached the door of the secret realm. .
　　 "Those three tricks are of no use to me, but instead provoke a slapstick."
　　 Yang Jian closed his eyes again, and muttered two names in his heart, full of warfare in his heart.
　　 Ping Tian Sword, Qing Lian.
　　Elder Murong of the boat smiled and said, "I will wait here, and the others will arrive later."
　　 Obviously, for this experience, the three elders separately recruited casual repairs, and the cannon fodder was not just Yang Jian and the seventeen.
　　 Another half hour passed, two similar flying canoes fell, and the three boats were one. The three gray-haired elders took turns driving, so as not to encounter danger on the road, but because of the excessive consumption of rushing on the road, there was no response.
　　 The number of casual repairs on the ship reached more than forty people, and it suddenly seemed a little crowded; and there were also twelve young disciples wearing brocade clothes and arrogant faces in the cabin.
　　 Some elders went to the secret realm gate to hand in some spirit stones, and said what was going on in the secret realm, naturally no one would be left in trouble.
　　 These sects called ‘heaven’ are generally not small in scale; if the heavens here are sound, I am afraid that they will be destroyed at every turn, and they will not last for long.
　　 After a while, the door of the secret realm opened wide, the canoe crossed by, and those who were meditating on the boat opened their eyes at the same time.
　　Because of the aura outside, it is too thin.