Master of time travel

The night is dark and dark, and there are dark surges everywhere.

"As long as you do well tomorrow, we will definitely not treat you badly." The voice was clear and shallow, like a scholar.But this place is not the place where a scholar should appear at this moment.

"You have to keep your word!" Another voice sounded, full of arrogance.

"Of course, I will never break my promise. Whether it is fame or status, as long as you want, we can give it to you.", Such rampant words, but the people in the dark took it for granted, as if it was easy to get something out of pocket.

"Of course I believe you can do it." The voice paused, as if a sentence was squeezed out of his throat: "I just want that life to be worse than death!"

"You hate her that much?", the aroused interest, asked inexplicably.

"Hate? Hahaha." The person who was asked opened his mouth and laughed as if he heard something extremely ridiculous.

The person in the dark didn't speak, and watched the person quietly laughing.

After a while, the laughter stopped, and a vicious voice sounded: "She's just an insect, so how can she deserve to be hated by me!"

"Then why are you doing this?" The voice sounded with a warm smile, but it seemed full of evil humor.

"Insects should look like insects. It's enough to hide in the mud and keep crawling." The voice was hoarse and full of hostility.

"Hahaha." The person in the dark laughed happily, and said, "Okay, then I hope you will succeed tomorrow."

Saying that, a talisman bag was thrown out from the dark place, but a coquettish red lotus on it was particularly conspicuous.

"I will succeed."

The person who spoke picked up the talisman bag and squeezed it tightly in his hand, his eyes were full of fierceness and a bit of madness, like a beast that was preyed upon.

For ten years, ten years, she endured it for ten years, but it was all for tomorrow.She will repay the humiliation ten years ago in every possible way!

Clenching the talisman paper in his hand tightly, the cruelty in his eyes became more intense.

That position should belong to her, and she should be the one who attracts everyone's attention!

But it doesn't matter, she will be able to trample that person's face under her feet immediately.When she thought of the man crying and begging for mercy in front of her, she couldn't restrain the joy in her heart.

There was no trace of that person in the dark, but it was unknown when that person left.Obviously the other party's cultivation base is much higher than hers, so she can't notice it.

With a sneer at the corner of her mouth, she put the talisman bag into the storage bag, and then walked out.

She and the other party are just using each other, and what the other party wants to do is naturally none of her business.The good show will start tomorrow, and she needs to go back to have a good rest and recharge her energy so that she can better appreciate tomorrow's good play.

She didn't want to miss any painful expression of that person, because she would regret it.

In the early morning, the sun has not yet fully risen, but only half of her round body is exposed, like a shy bride waiting to be married.

Timidly exuding a faint heat.

Of course, this time is not a good time to get up, although it can't be said to be an early morning to disturb people's dreams, but it can be regarded as an early wake up.

Outside Haoyun Hall, two white figures appeared in the warm white morning light.

"Already ready?" asked the slightly taller woman in white.

"En." Another woman who was slightly lower responded softly.

"Then let's go." The Cangming sword was unsheathed, and Mo Yun stepped on the flying sword.

"Apprentice obeys." Yun Ling also called out the Qingming Sword, and the Yujian Jue whispered from his mouth.

As the sword rose, Mo Yun seemed to have thought of something, and said, "After today's monastic meeting, I will take you to the northern border."

He didn't ask why, why the person in front of him suddenly mentioned that he wanted to take her to the northern land.Yun Ling just lowered her eyes, and replied: "The disciples all listen to the master.".

"En." Mo Yun nodded, without any intention of explaining, Yu Jian went to Cangshan.

Now it's April, and Mo Yun's eyes are soft, looking warm and soft in the early sun.

I heard that the peach blossoms there are very beautiful.

On the last day of the monastic conference, Mo Yun did not relax at all, but became more vigilant.Because the more you are at the end, the more careful you have to be, otherwise everything before will be in vain.

The white-bearded old man was still eloquent, and there were still a group of upright monks below, no difference from the previous two days.Mo Yun sat on the high platform, closed his eyes slightly, and secretly calculated how long it would take for the monastic assembly to finish.

Not long after, the white-bearded old man stroked his beard, with a gratified smile on his face, as if he had finished speaking.

Mo Yun tapped his finger on the chair and was about to speak, but suddenly his expression changed and he frowned slightly.

The hand of the white-bearded old man also paused, surprise flashed in his eyes, but he stood there as if nothing had happened, but his face was more respectful.

The coercion spread from the air, and the monks became restless.

A young monk asked curiously: "Who is this coercion? Why have you never seen it before?"

The older brother also shook his head to express his ignorance.

After all, they had never seen anyone in this world who dared to show such coercion in front of the above few people.

I saw a strong man with a beard in the air coming with a sword, and the double hammers in his hands attracted even more attention.This coercion naturally came from this man.

When he came to the high platform, the burly man jumped off the flying sword, his body was like a hill, but the moment he landed, even the ground shook three times.

"Senior Qiulong." When many monks were guessing, the old man with white beard took a step forward and said respectfully.Then he paused, the old man's face became even more respectful, and he saluted: "This junior has met senior Xiao Yun."

Hearing what the white-bearded old man said, many monks were all at a loss. There was only one person, so why did they have two names?

At the same time, the other sect masters and the patriarchs of the four major families also stood up and saluted respectfully: "This junior has seen Senior Xiaoyun and Qiulong."

"Hahaha!".The burly man waved his hands, grinned, and said, "It's been so many years since I've seen you, and it's thanks to you that you still recognize me as Qiulong!"

This sentence of Lao Tzu made many young monks even more shocked, and for a moment forgot the contradiction of these words.

This reckless person is actually the rumored horned dragon, the horned dragon who has been in seclusion for thousands of years?

There are many rumors about the horned dragon, among which the most well-known in the cultivation world, and the most yearned for by many younger generations.Nothing is better than his deeds of becoming famous in World War I, and the rumored pair of hammers that can turn the world upside down.

After all, everyone yearns for heroes.As a seven-foot man, the passion in his heart and the desire to be famous are also indispensable.

Nowadays, there are very few people who can respect the people of the seven major suzerains and the four major families, and they can actually call themselves Lao Tzu in front of these people, which shows their arrogance.

Seeing the person I have longed for for a long time, my heart is naturally very excited.

Thinking about it this way, the golden double hammers in the other party's hands are the sky-shattering hammers?

The young monk's eyes were fanatic, if he hadn't been concerned about his suzerain or patriarch.Afraid to rush forward, even if it is to say a word, it is good.

"Calm down!" Mo Yun secretly reminded the people behind him through sound transmission.

When the people behind came out from the horned dragon, their aura became disordered, which is not a good sign.Moreover, Qiu Long is not the only person here, if that person finds something abnormal, it will be very bad.

Fortunately, it was only a moment before the breath behind him calmed down, and that person didn't seem to notice.

"Let the master worry." The cold voice came through sound transmission, and it was obvious that the other party had calmed down.

"It's fine if there's nothing to do." Mo Yun responded lightly, but his eyes were on the burly man who was among the crowd. What they said were just some common polite words.Among them, the one who was most excited was her, the jealous elder of Yunhuangzong, who almost grabbed the sleeve of the burly man and looked at each other with tears in his eyes.

When old friends meet again, there must be a lot to say.Isn't it very ignorant for her to come forward at this time?

Mo Yun couldn't figure out why the other party came this time.

And why did the other person come here?But that person was much more troublesome than Qiu Long, Qiu Long was just a reckless man with no plans.Such people are the best to deal with, and it doesn't take much effort.And the other person is obviously not, at least as far as she knows, that person is definitely not a horned dragon.

Although Qiu Long no longer has the memory of that day, he can't go wrong if he is careful.

The sound of cloth rubbing against each other, out of the corner of my eye, the tall and thin man who had not moved stood up and walked towards the crowd.

"Senior Qiulong." A stiff voice sounded like a rock, and then he turned to the empty place and said, "Senior Xiaoyun."

"Look, I said you can't hide, it's not bad to deceive those stunned youths!" Qiu Long snorted coldly and laughed angrily.

A figure gradually appeared, but it was a man, holding a folding fan, gentle and refined.

The figure of the man caused the crowd to exclaim, they didn't realize that the other party was here at all!It can be seen that the opponent's cultivation base will never be low.

"Xiaoyi?" Looking at the tall and thin man who walked in, he was asked by someone called Senior Xiaoyun, with a voice as gentle as his appearance.

"It's the junior." Xiao Yi replied with a little bit of gloom.

"Good, good, good!", three good words in a row, but Xiaoyun smiled heartily, walked to the side of the tall and thin man, patted the man's shoulder, and said: "Back then, you were not as tall as my waist. He pestered me to learn swordsmanship, and when I refused to agree, I kept crying."

Looking at the man in front of him who was already as tall as himself, Xiaoyun's eyes were filled with relief, and he laughed:

"Now he is the master of a sect."

The tone is quite nostalgic.

No one interrupted the conversation between the two that had nothing to do with the monastic assembly, because the old foxes had experienced a lot of wind and rain, so they naturally knew that it would be unwise to intervene at this moment.The young monks all opened their eyes wide, looking at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of them.

They didn't react when they heard Senior Xiaoyun before, because the name was too far away, and none of them expected that the rumored person would appear in front of their eyes.

Seeing the two rumored seniors in an instant, they were shocked and speechless at the moment.

The embarrassing things of childhood were brought up in front of so many people, but the tall and thin man's always dead face was a little unnatural at this moment, and he said: "When I was young, the junior was too inconsiderate, and I must thank Senior Xiaoyun for not being careless."

"You were not so polite when you were young, but now you are more and more like a rock." Xiaoyun shook his head and sighed, flapping the folding fan in his hand with some regret.

"younger generation--"

"Senior Xiaoyun, it's only natural that the Sword Sect Master is unfamiliar with you." The interjection was Qiulong, who had been neglected since Xiaoyun's appearance, but the joy of meeting an old friend before had faded away, and there was still some dissatisfaction on his face.

"Don't even think about how many years you haven't shown up!"

Seeing that his old friend seemed a little unhappy, Xiaoyun laughed a few times, and said: "Little friend Qiulong said so, it is really Xiaoyun's fault."

The words of admitting mistakes, but the words were ridiculed, without any meaning of admitting mistakes.

And the fiery-tempered Qiu Long just scolded from his nose, without refuting, but turned around to reminisce with his old acquaintance.

Mo Yun stared at the noisy crowd. She didn't know that Xiao Yi, the patriarch of Jianzong, still had friendship with that person. It seemed that the friendship was not shallow.

It seemed that the reminiscence was over, but Xiao Yun left the crowd and walked straight towards the high platform with a gentle smile on his face.

But this smile made Mo Yun a little uncomfortable. Mo Yun rarely hated a person just because of the first sight.But for this Xiaoyun, he rejected it from the bottom of his heart, as if it was instinct.

The monks fell silent instantly, staring at the woman in white on the high platform.

Naturally, they had heard a lot of rumors about Xiao Yun, perhaps more than about Qiu Long.Because Xiaoyun is an old senior in the cultivation world, but he is an earlier monk than Qiulong.From the attitudes of the white-bearded old man and the master of the Sword Sect, it can be seen that even if he is not a monk in the Mahayana period, Xiao Yun's status in this cultivation world is not low.

But it seems that the Supreme Master is not very familiar with this senior in the cultivation world, and they have never heard of any relationship between the Supreme Master and Senior Xiaoyun.

Of course, whether it is related or not is not the most important thing. What is important is that there are three Mahayana monks and one rumored old-timer in the monastic conference, which is very difficult to handle.

The truth that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers is very simple, and everyone knows it well.Although the cultivation world is dominated by three monks of the Mahayana period, and Mo Zong is the head of the seven sects, everyone knows that Yun Hui, the suzerain of the Yunhuang Sect, is the real leader of the cultivation world.

That's why all the monks respectfully call him the Supreme Master. Although the white-bearded old man's Lianjun Daochang and the Sword Sect Master's Juejian Junzi are also respectful, their meanings are quite different.

The cultivation conference has always been presided over by the most prestigious person in the cultivation world. This is the default thing in the hearts of everyone in the cultivation world. Although it is not stated explicitly, everyone understands it clearly.

And the reason why the monastic conference was presided over by Lianjun Daoist instead of the one from Yunhuangzong is just because the Supreme Master doesn't want to pay attention to these mundane matters.

It is well known that Shang Zun does not like troublesome things.But this doesn't change that person is the most important person in the monastic assembly, which can be seen from the positions of the three of them.Although they were all sitting on a high platform, the woman in white was in the middle, while the white-bearded old man and the master of the sword sect were on both sides, slightly lower than the woman in white.

This is of course not a coincidence, but intentional.

Although the cultivation world has always respected the level of cultivation, there are no absolutes in the world, there are always some exceptions, such as the gentle man in front of him.

Therefore, the current situation is not only about who is the highest-ranking person in this cultivation conference, but who should be the head of this cultivation world.

Name: Dawn Night Bamboo

Although no one cares, but the author still says

In the future, no matter whether it is asking for leave or anything, it will be said there, well, it is probably like this