My apprentice is a little weird?

Chapter 451: One-Day Trip to Qinglan Gate

Li Muran's face was solemn.

Su Xiaoli's heart suddenly tightened and her heartbeat quickened.

But she quickly suppressed her panic, Jiang Yan's instructions flashed through her mind, she took a deep breath, and bowed.

"Reporting to the Master."

Her fingers were slightly clenched, and her face maintained just the right amount of panic, as if she had been caught eating secretly.

"Disciple... I came here this time because Senior Brother Qingxuan took the initiative to give me the opportunity to comprehend."

After saying this, she secretly glanced at Li Muran. Seeing that his expression did not change, she felt relieved and continued to speak.

"As for these two fellow Taoists..."

She turned sideways and let Jiang Yan and Yin Li out.

"They are Junior Sister Ling Yu's friends. They escorted Fellow Daoist Ling Yu all the way here. Later, they heard that our sect's spiritual spring was miraculous and very beneficial to cultivation, so they wanted to borrow the treasure land to gain enlightenment. I thought that the master had not explicitly prohibited it, so... I took the initiative to bring them here."

After she finished speaking, Su Xiaoli lowered her head nervously, her palms full of cold sweat.

Li Muran looked at her calmly, with no emotion in his calm eyes.

The majestic divine consciousness swept across like mercury pouring on the ground. This time, it was more detailed, examining almost every inch.

His divine sense lingered on Jiang Yan for a few moments, and he felt that his aura was mixed and his cultivation was shallow, no different from an ordinary casual cultivator.

The silent girl behind Jiang Yan also passed by. She was even more worthless, like a shadow without a soul.

In the end, the divine consciousness was withdrawn with nothing.

The throbbing in Li Muran's heart caused by the "divine punishment" has not yet subsided, and he has no intention of fretting over these trivial matters at the moment.

"Humph."

He snorted softly, letting the matter go.

"This is a key area of the sect. No outsiders are allowed to enter without permission. This time, let it go. It won't happen again."

"Leave as soon as possible and don't stay here for long."

After saying that, he stopped looking at the three people, turned around, and turned into a green rainbow and left, but he did not fly towards the main hall.

Jiang Yan remained silent from beginning to end, and imitated Su Xiaoli's bowing and greeting. His posture was respectful and there was no sign of abnormality.

After Li Muran's figure disappeared in the swirling mist, he slowly stood up.

A breeze blew by, carrying the petals of an unknown wild flower beside him. The petals quietly detached from the branches and mixed into the falling leaves flying in the sky, following silently as if they had life.

After leaving Lingquan, Li Muran did not return to Lanxin Palace.

He walked through the Misty Valley at a steady pace, his figure appearing and disappearing among the mist of varying shades and the staggered bamboo forest.

Finally, he stopped in front of an extremely remote cliff.

This place is full of strange rocks and overgrown vines, and is rarely visited by people.

He looked normal, but his consciousness spread out vigilantly. He carefully checked several times to confirm that there was no one around.

The petal that followed quietly paused under an ancient tree dozens of feet away from the cliff. In the end, it did not choose to get closer, but slowly fell on a thick layer of fallen leaves and then remained motionless.

Li Muran made a few hand gestures, and the stone wall in front of him made a slight roar, and a hole that was only wide enough for one person to pass through quietly emerged.

Without any hesitation, he slipped in and the cave entrance closed and returned to its original state.

But after a moment, the cave entrance opened again.

Li Muran walked out, his expression still calm, but the subtle tension between his brows had relaxed, and he seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, revealing a subtle sense of relaxation.

He looked around again, and then walked slowly towards the main hall.

The mountain breeze blew slowly, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground.

The petal lying quietly among the fallen leaves was carried by the wind, flew lightly up, passed through the bamboo forest, crossed the path, and floated back quietly.

At this moment, Jiang Yan was following behind Su Xiaoli, listening to her introduction to the scenery of Qinglan Sect.

"Look, that's the 'Lan Xin Hall' over there. It's also the main hall where the elders hold meetings. It's hanging over the spring. When the wind blows, the wind chimes hanging there will ring like the sound of swords."

Su Xiaoli followed Jiang Yan, and her mood had unconsciously relaxed. She regained her girlish liveliness and was explaining to Jiang Yan with great interest.

Jiang Yan listened with a smile, suddenly paused, and stretched out his hand naturally.

The petal that spanned half the valley just happened to float down and land on his fingertips.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the petals, as if thinking about something.

At that moment, his aura quietly changed.

The usual easy-going and indifferent feeling has completely faded away, replaced by an indescribable sense of detachment and clarity.

He stood there quietly, blending into the mountains, rivers, plants, wind, clouds and mist behind him, as bright as an immortal, untainted by the mundane world.

Su Xiaoli, who was speaking excitedly, stopped talking abruptly.

She froze unconsciously, staring blankly at Jiang Yan's profile.

At that moment, she felt her heartbeat become calm, and everything around her became extremely clear, with the wind tracks and leaf veins clearly visible. She had never felt that nature was so clear and visible, right in front of her, within reach.

A wonderful sense of harmony and naturalness arises spontaneously.

"Senior Jiang!"

A cry of surprise broke the silence.

Ling Yu ran quickly from the mountain path not far away, with an expression of uncontrollable excitement on his face.

Jiang Yan came back to his senses, and the petals on his fingertips quietly turned into ashes. The extraordinary temperament on his body was instantly restrained, and he turned back into the harmless-looking young man.

He smiled and bowed to Ling Yu.

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Ling. Without Fellow Daoist Ling, I would have been in real danger."

Ling Yu waved his hands quickly, his surprise mixed with a little restraint and panic.

"I don't deserve it! I don't deserve it!"

"I just brought you to Qinglan Sect. I didn't do anything special. I don't dare to call you fellow Daoist."

She raised her eyes cautiously and asked tentatively.

"Um, Senior's injury is...healed?"

Jiang Yan nodded with a smile, not bothering with the details of the address.

The two of them talked freely, but Su Xiaoli beside them was still a little dazed.

She was still immersed in the mysterious scene and feeling just now. A trace of vague understanding flowed through her heart like a trickle of water, cleansing her state of mind and purifying her heart of Taoism.

After a long while, Su Xiaoli came back to her senses.

She subconsciously looked inward, and the next moment, her heart was in turmoil!

Because the bottleneck in her cultivation that had troubled her for a long time had actually... actually loosened!

All this happened just because of a glance at the senior who was casually picking up a flower!

She suddenly looked up at Jiang Yan, and in addition to the original awe in her eyes, there was an added shock and horror.

What kind of cultivation level does this person have?

Jiang Yan closed his eyes slightly and glanced at Su Xiaoli, who was still a little absent-minded.

She was still standing there in a daze, but her lively eyes were now a little empty, as if her soul had left her body and was immersed in some mysterious feeling for a long time.

Jiang Yan pondered in his heart.

After all, he is a demigod, so there is something missing.

It would be fine if he didn't use any magical powers or spells in his every move, but if he did, it would inevitably reveal a hint of the Tao.

This touch of Taoism was insignificant to him, but to a cultivator at Su Xiaoli's level, it was like an epiphany.

This was a reminder, and Jiang Yan took note of it silently.

Ling Yu looked at Jiang Yan, then at Su Xiaoli who was in a strange state beside him. He bit his lower lip with his pearly teeth, his face full of hesitation.

She clenched the corner of her clothes and opened her mouth several times, but swallowed the words back.

That huge hatred and request seemed so heavy in front of the increasingly unfathomable senior in front of her that she did not dare to mention it easily.

Jiang Yan didn't understand what was going on. At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"She brought you to Qinglan Sect to heal your injuries on the condition that you would help her deal with the witch who wiped out her entire family. I accepted it on your behalf. After all, it was me who agreed at the time. Whether you want to go or not is up to you."

It’s Sister Bao.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Ling Yu, who had a conflicted expression, with a deep look in his eyes.

The next moment, the easy-going aura around him quietly disappeared, and the whole person seemed to turn into nothingness. He was clearly standing there, but it seemed as if he had disappeared from this world.

This sense of emptiness disappeared in a flash, and Jiang Yan returned to his harmless appearance, with a hint of understanding in his eyes.

Ling Yu was completely unaware of this, but he became increasingly uneasy.

Jiang Yan felt mixed emotions.

Good guy, it turns out you are the only one alive on the list of survivors of Qianyu Sect.

So Shen Ming killed everyone in your sect, leaving no one alive, right?

In the end, you have to ask me, your master, to deal with my apprentice.

This is really... a confusing mess.

Seeing that Ling Yu was about to muster up the courage to speak again, Jiang Yan raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ling."

His voice was still calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight.

"I will not break my promise to you. I will give you an explanation when the time comes."

Ling Yu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes burst into incredible gratitude and joy.

She hadn't even said it yet, but the senior had already agreed!

The bet was right! This senior is really a good man who keeps his promise!

Jiang Yan met her clear and grateful gaze, his expression normal, but he felt quite puzzled in his heart.

He looked at Ling Yu and finally smiled strangely, with an indescribable deep meaning in that smile.

Ling Yu opened his clear eyes, feeling that the senior was unfathomable, and did not notice the undercurrent beneath that smile.

"Senior! Junior Sister Ling Yu! Miss Yin Li, please come this way!"

Su Xiaoli finally came back to her senses from that mysterious state. She walked quickly forward and looked at Jiang Yan with awe and fanaticism in her eyes.

At this moment, she looked like a responsible guide, and her attitude was more than ten times more respectful than before.

Leaking sect secrets?

What are you talking about! I'm trying to gain great benefits for the sect!

If such an unfathomable senior and powerful person develops some favorable impression on me or Qinglan Sect, and lets out some information from between his fingernails, it will be of great benefit to us, not to mention how it will affect the sect!

The next day, such a strange scene appeared inside Qinglan Gate.

Because of the mighty divine power and the full deployment of the sect's great formation, the entire Qinglan Sect was in a state of alert, loose on the outside but tight on the inside. Disciples and elders came out one after another and looked around with solemn expressions.

However, Jiang Yan and his group of four were strolling leisurely among the mountains and rivers in this tense atmosphere.

That leisurely feeling was like a tourist who had accidentally walked into a battlefield and seemed out of place.

An inner sect senior brother with a serious face flew down on his sword, intending to seriously warn Su Xiaoli to be careful and not run around.

But his gaze met Jiang Yan's calm eyes, and the words of accountability and warning he had prepared were all stuck in his throat. In the end, he just smiled and bowed, found a few topics to ask a few questions, and then scratched his head and left leisurely.

In this way, Su Xiaoli took Jiang Yan to visit almost the entire Qinglan Gate.

On the way, Su Xiaoli met waves of disciples who came to comfort and remind her. On the surface, the sect was united, and the disciples were harmonious and friendly with each other, and they were extremely united.

They spoke kindly to Su Xiaoli and those outsiders, and there was no such thing as the inner disciples looking down on the outer disciples or the true disciples looking down on all the disciples.

In response to this, Su Xiaoli would secretly peek at Jiang Yan's reaction every time afterwards, wanting to see what Jiang Yan's impression of her sect was.

But Jiang Yan remained calm throughout the whole process, as if the harmony and friendship in this family had nothing to do with him and he was just a pure tourist.

In this regard, Su Xiaoli was not discouraged and doubled her service. She even forgot about the animal ears on her head and just focused on being a tour guide.

A bad impression at the moment does not mean everything. Even if it only leaves a good impression in the hearts of seniors, it is worth it.

As the evening approached, the fog thickened.

Su Xiaoli led Jiang Yan and others to an independent cave located halfway up the mountain.

This place is far away from the residences of other disciples. It is quiet and elegant. It is obviously a treatment that only inner disciples can enjoy.

"Senior, this... this is my cave. I usually keep it quite clean. If you don't mind..."

Su Xiaoli scratched her head a little embarrassedly, and her furry ears trembled unconsciously.

She felt that it was a bit disrespectful to use her own cave to entertain such a senior.

Jiang Yan nodded with a smile and did not refuse.

He stepped into the cave, and behind him, Yin Li followed in silently like a weightless shadow, with no intention of going to another room.

Su Xiaoli stood at the door, watching this scene, a bold and gossipy question mark popped up in her little head, but was ruthlessly suppressed!

I don’t dare to think about it, I don’t dare to ask...

Tiptoeing away cautiously, he looked as funny as a cat.

In the training room within the cave, the spiritual energy is so rich that it almost becomes tangible, refreshing and pleasant, making people feel relaxed and at ease.

Jiang Yan casually found a cushion and sat down cross-legged. Yin Li followed him like a ghost and also found a cushion and sat down.

Jiang Yan did not interfere too much in this regard. Yin Li was now too vulnerable to the reality of reality for the first time.

His self-awareness is still in its infancy and his consciousness is confused. The reason he can stay by his side is because Yin Li, with her previous personality, trusts him very much.

"I am not a panacea after all. Her parents, the blood connection and the strong and passionate family love, are her best 'medicine'."

It was impossible for Jiang Yan himself to have such passionate "emotions" towards Yin Li.

As he was thinking this, the next moment, the large gilded gourd on his waist spun and flew out, and Baojie's figure floated out lightly from it.

She stretched herself lazily, her face full of comfort and satisfaction, without any of her previous fears about spiritual exhaustion.

"It's still more comfortable outside!"