100 years after breaking up with Taoist couple

Fen Zhu let out a low laugh, turned to look at Lu Jue Ling and said, "Really Lu, are you so nervous?"

Lu Jue's ink-like long hair was blown by the strong wind in the sky, his face was shrouded in a shadow and he couldn't see what his expression was, and his voice was as cold as ice: "I tell you to put him down."

Yin Jiao laughed softly: "Then you tell me first, is it your disciple who you want me to put down? Or is it your girlfriend?"

Lu Jueling's hand holding Dongzhi gradually tightened.

"You Zixiao faction are quite easy to fall in love with."

Chang Yan let out a low whistle beside him, and said, "Lu Jueling, I'll help you!"

When Fen Zhu saw this, he didn't panic at all, nor did he intend to run away, even though he was clearly at a disadvantage just now, he opened his mouth as if he was asking someone: "Have you thought about it, take a good look at what the situation is now, what do you want?" Will you die in Huangquan with me?"

No one answered.

Bailong roared angrily and flew forward to continue shaking with him, Lu Jue's Ling Xiao sounded again.

It's just that this time they were afraid of hurting Gu Xuecun, so they turned into them instead, burning candles and dodging from left to right, and whenever there was something wrong, they stretched out their kisses and held Gu Xuecun in their mouths to act as a keyboard, so Chang Yan had to hurry Turning the corner, Lu Jueling's flute also stopped abruptly.

Chang Yan said angrily: "Despicable and shameless!"

Yin Jiao let out a hearty laugh: "I have always been like this."

As soon as the monster power on his body was strong, half of a dragon's horn slowly grew out of his originally bald head, and the coercion around him suddenly became overwhelming.

Chang Yan's pupils shrank, and then he said in a cold voice: "So what if you hide your cultivation, a small snake with a half-horned horn dares to be arrogant in front of your grandfather."

Who knows that Fen Zhu's pupils were blood red this time, and he said in a cold voice: "Chang Yan, what's so great about you? But I was born with the body of a real dragon because of a good pregnancy. This half dragon's horn, you are a useless waste, what right do you have to laugh at me?"

Chang Yan suddenly twitched the dragon's body, let out a low whistle, and said angrily: "Shameless villain, what kind of medicine did you give me?!"

Fen Zhu laughed wildly, didn't answer him at all, and immediately rushed over to bite his dragon's neck.

Lu Jue's eyes darkened, and he knew that a low moan sent out a wave of blue sound, which suddenly attacked Fen Zhu like a sea tide, Fen Zhu quickly pulled back to hide, and Chang Yan barely escaped Fen Zhu's sneak attack.

Lu Jueling looked at Bailong and said in a deep voice: "You have been drugged, and your demonic power has withered, so go back for now, I'll come."

Chang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "But you..."

Lu Jueling said in a deep voice again: "Don't worry, I'll come."

The man in black stretched out his hand and pulled out a black wooden long sword out of thin air, and the long sword was unsheathed.Then there was a clanging sword sound——

It broke through the sky and pierced through the sky.

Yeshan, which was originally a clear sky, was suddenly covered with dark clouds, wind and thunder.

Seeing this, Chang Yan's pupils shrank, and immediately stopped talking nonsense, and immediately turned around and flew down the sky.

The sword of Tianjue Daoist——

The cold is out.

Lu Jueling stepped on the thunderclouds, and the withered cold sword was free from thin thunder. The man was dressed in black clothes and his long ink-like hair was flying violently. His brown eyes, which were originally as light as amber, turned black at this moment. It's frightening.

Yin Jiao's voice sounded both startled and hated: "You...you dare to draw this magic sword out of its sheath..."

Lu Jueling didn't look at him, his eyelids drooped, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing something, after hearing what Fen Zhu said, he didn't answer, but instead smiled.

Fenzhu said angrily: "Ling Shiyi! Have you thought about it clearly! Do you really want to die with me under the sword of Kuhan?!"

However, Ling San, who was sitting on his back, had a pale face, just hugging the half dragon horn of the burning candle tightly, without saying a word.

This scene is very similar to a hundred years ago, but the real Tianjue at this time is no longer the innocent and childish 17-year-old boy, and the cold is no longer the sword.

The first sword that Kuhan unsheathed came straight at the head of the burning candle. The black sword energy was as strong as substance, the length was almost exaggerated, and the sharpness seemed to cut two spaces. Surrounded by fine black fine thunder.

Fenzhu was about to hide immediately, but the sword aura of Kuhan was as fast as lightning, and he didn't even have time to withdraw, half of the left dragon's horn was abruptly cut off by the sword aura.

The giant dark red dragon let out a howl immediately, even though that face did not belong to a human being, it was not difficult to see how painful he was at this moment.

Fen Zhu couldn't care about Gu Xuecun in his mouth anymore, the moment he opened his mouth to growl, Gu Xuecun fell straight from his mouth.

Gu Xuecun was startled, and before he could call out Zhushui to catch him, he fell into a familiar broad embrace.

He raised his head in a daze, looking at the man with perfect jaw line as if finely carved, he couldn't say a word.

Lu Jueling held his waist with his left hand, looked down at him, and his voice was gentle and comforting like never before.

He said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Fenzhu finally recovered from the pain of losing half of the dragon's horn. At this moment, Ling San behind him suddenly turned dark, bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't know what to say.

As soon as he finished chanting, the half of the dragon's horn that had been cut off on the head of the burning candle began to heal slowly and grow again.

Ling San's face also turned pale as paper in an instant.

Seeing this, Gu Xuecun was taken aback for a while, his face changed drastically, and he said in shock: "No... this is... this is... he actually..."

Fenzhu's half of the dragon's horn grew back again, and the demon power seemed to be stronger before it roared and rushed towards Lu Jueling.

Lu Jueling didn't panic, he held Gu Xuecun in one hand, and Ku Han in the other, and drew out his sword again.

If the first sword qi just now was a bit tentative, then this second one can be said to be a complete killing move, without any reservation, it went straight to the burning candle seven inches.

Fenzhu predicted this time in advance and drew back to avoid it, but it was still too slow. This time, the entire dragon horn on his left was cut off.

But he didn't show any fear at all, instead he continued to attack Lu Jueling.

Sure enough, within a short time, his cut off dragon horns began to grow slowly again.

Lu Jue Ling dodges, Gu Xuecun said anxiously: "This is not going to work, Ling San must be captured first!"

Lu Jueling nodded, carried him around, and appeared in the sky behind Fen Zhu.

Third Young Master Ling's body froze, and he slowly raised his head to look at them, his pale face was full of fear.

Fenzhu quickly realized what Lu Jueling was going to do, he let out a low whistle, and was about to dive to dodge.

Gu Xuecun's eyes darkened, and he said, "Just beat him up, and I'll stop him from retreating."

As he spoke, he plucked the bixiao that was hanging by Lu Jueling's waist, bowed his head and started to play.

Gu Xuecun's flute sound was obviously different from that of Lu Jueling, it was not so cold and meticulous, and although Bise Yinlang was not as staring as Lu Juiling, it blocked Fen Zhu's retreat little by little like a net of heaven and earth.

When Lu Jueling used insight to attack, even though he used Lexiu's method to hurt people, it was still the way of sword repairing that is unparalleled in sharpness.

Gu Xuecun is completely opposite to him.

Fenzhu finally had no way to escape, he flew around the huge net woven by the sound waves in a futile circle, and finally let out an angry low flute.

Gu Xuecun summoned Zhushui to leave Lu Jue Ling's arms, and walked with the sword, knowing that the sound of the flute was still incessant.

Lu Jueling looked at him and nodded slightly, and flew over on the thundercloud, finally grabbed Ling San by the back of the neck, pulled him from behind the burning candle, and patted him on the top of the head again, sealing it The real essence in his body.

Seeing this, Yu Jian quickly flew over to catch Ling San from Lu Jueling.

Lu Jueling leaped up to the back of Fen Zhu's neck, this time he seemed to not want to waste time with Fen Zhu anymore, the cold pierced through the scales on the back of Fen Zhu's neck, digging out a piece of flesh, the tip of the sword Pick out a dark red tendon as thick as an adult man's arm from the flesh.

Lu Jueling grabbed the jiao tendon, and as soon as it pulled out a foot long, the burning candle rolled in pain among the clouds and waves, screaming wildly in his mouth.

However, no matter how much he struggled, Lu Jueling still stood firmly on the back of his neck, twitching his tendons inch by inch.

The scream of the Yin Jiao was so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce the eardrums of people. Even though they were thousands of feet away, the monks on the ground all turned pale, and some of the monks with lower cultivation levels immediately became dizzy and retched.

When Lu Jueling held Kuhan in one hand and dark red tendon in the other, and stepped on the dying Yin Jiao and landed on the ground, all the monks had complex expressions.

Immortal Tianjue threw the jiao tendon on the ground, pointed with two fingers, and a golden demon-binding rope flew out from his cuff and bound Burning Candle tightly.

Everyone looked at the dragon's tendons being picked, and the Yin Jiao shrank into a ball on the ground and could not stop twitching, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Lu Jueling looked at Chang Yan and said indifferently: "This demon has been doing evil for thousands of years, and now he has finally come to justice. Although this time he destroyed the ceremony of your joint registration, he should have been handed over to you, but he is cunning and insidious by nature, and he is the best at The words are bewitching, I am worried about the reincarnation, I wonder if Lord Long can let me bring him back to the Zixiao Sect."

Chang Yan had already turned back into a human form, and said with a complicated expression: "...of course."

Gu Xuecun followed Lu Jueling and jumped off Zhushui. He threw Ling San in his hand to the ground and said, "What should I do with this guy?"

All the monks looked at each other, but no one answered.

Gu Xuecun knew that they didn't want to get involved because of Lingwei Jianzhuang's face, she sneered in her heart, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ling San deliberately destroyed the grand ceremony of the Longjun and Goddess's joint registration, colluded with Yin Jiao to poison, and It must be a difficult scheme to frame Lord Long, and it must not be easily spared."

Ling Linan, who had been silent all this time, finally said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ling is not strict with his son, so I will take him back to Lingwei Jianzhuang for careful interrogation, and I will definitely not let him off easily."

Rao Gu Xuecun had been mentally prepared for a long time. He was also shocked by his thick skin when he heard this, and didn't think of how to answer for a while.

Seventeen said in a deep voice: "Vendor Ling is too embarrassing. Your son colluded with Yin Jiao and ruined other people's wedding banquet. You just want to take it back for interrogation. Do you think we are all fools? But don't forget, today's matter was originally chosen by you, whether your son colluded with Yin Jiao, or you colluded with Yin Jiao, there is no conclusion yet."

Ling Linan frowned, and said angrily: "Presumptuous! I, Lingwei Sword Village, have stood in the cultivation world for more than a thousand years. Even if your palace master sees me, he should respect me and be courteous. You, a junior, dare to stand in front of me!" So disrespectful!"

All the female cultivators of the Chunhua Palace behind Shiqi heard this, and they all laughed in a low voice at the same time.

Ling Linan's expression froze: "What are you laughing at?"

Shi Qi said with a smile that was not a smile: "Our palace lord gave you three points? Master Ling should wash his face and look in the mirror. You forgot that when the palace lord first took the throne, you came to Chunhua Palace to follow him. Our palace lord is so courteous, what did you say that you have admired your name for a long time, but you haven't seen him, but you were turned away by the palace lord, so you don't bother to care about your business at all?"

Ling Linan was taken aback, his face turned red and then black, and he said angrily: "Nonsense! Nonsense!"

Seventeen sneered and continued: "As a result, a month later, the wife of the owner of the villa came to our Beihai again, clamoring to see the palace lord, saying that the palace lord was shameless and seducing her Taoist companion. There was a lot of trouble in front of our palace gate. To put it bluntly, our palace lord didn't even bother to see you at the time, yet he was blamed for being such a scapegoat, and he was always scolded for being promiscuous and indiscreet for a hundred years."

"Palace Master has taken care of your Lingwei Jianzhuang's face, and has never mentioned the truth of this matter to the outside world. You are ashamed to say anything now, and Palace Master is also respectful and courteous in front of you? Master Ling's face is really thick. , What Guizhuang has done is really confusing."

Upon hearing that, Eldest Master Ling showed a shocked expression, looked at Ling Linan and said, "Father...you...do you really have this matter?"

Ling Linan saw the monks of various sects around him, and his eyes became more subtle, and some even laughed in a low voice. He hated it in his heart, but now that the matter has been revealed, Ling Linan knows that it is better to get out and leave now, even more flawlessly. And the little girls in Chunhua Palace are very quick in tongues.

He had no choice but to suppress his anger, and said in a slow and cold voice: "Today, because you are still young and women, I won't care about you."

Seventeen raised her eyebrows, and seeing that her tongue was about to shine again, Nineteen next to her was frightened and quickly grabbed her hand, shaking her head like a rattle.

Ling Linan walked up to Ling San with a gloomy expression, grabbed the back of his neck, and said: "There are important matters in Lingwei Jianzhuang, I also want to take this rebellious son back to interrogate him, and leave for the time being."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Yu Wuque who was silent in the crowd, his eyes were a bit cloudy.

Seeing that Ling Shiyu was still standing still, Ling Linan said angrily, "Still leaving?!"

Only then did Ling Shiyu's complexion change, and he quickly followed his father.

Seeing this, Gu Xuecun was about to stop him, but Lu Jueling walked up to him and said in a low voice: "This matter is complicated, and Ling Wei's Jianzhuang tree has deep roots. Even if he is left today, Ling Linan will definitely not admit it."

Gu Xuecun frowned and said, "But..."

Lu Jueling shook his head and said, "Let Chang Yan decide for himself."

Sure enough, although the expression on Chang Yan's face over there was gloomy, he did not stop everyone from Lingwei Sword Village from leaving.

The Goddess of the Yu clan who had not spoken all this time suddenly said coldly: "Que Er, don't you have anything to explain to me about today's matter?"

Yu Wuque's complexion froze, and he still bit his head and pouted his neck and said: "My sister's actions are all for the entrustment of my sister and my brother back then. I have a clear conscience."

Yu Wuxia walked up to her and said in a low voice, "Have a clear conscience? Have a clear conscience? Say it again."

Yu Wuque turned his head to the side and didn't dare to look her in the eyes: "...It was Master Ling who told me that he saw Chang Yan walking freely in the cracks in the space of the Demon Cultivator of the Western Regions, and that's why I became suspicious..."

Yu Wuxia said: "When did Chang Yan conspire against Hantan Mustard Seeds? Who did you listen to?" When she said this, her voice froze, "For more than 9000 years...you are my only close relative, my mother The biological sister of my compatriots, I have never done anything to you, why are you doing this..."

Yu Wuque gritted his teeth and said, "Sister! I'm doing this for your own good!"

Gu Xuecun finally couldn't listen any longer, and said with a half-smile: "If it's really for your sister's benefit, why didn't you tell your sister about this in advance, but expose it in public at your sister's joint registration ceremony today? Chaos? I think you are pretending to be good for your sister, and wanting to ruin her is the truth."

Yu Wuque's chest rose and fell violently, and he said anxiously: "Nonsense! She is my own sister! How could I harm her, and why should I harm her?"

Chang Yan suddenly said in a deep voice: "Can't you say it yourself? Then I will help you." He said slowly, "Because although you are twin sisters, you have been dominated by her in everything since you were young. Your elder brother Yushi Shenjun didn't like you since he was a child, but he liked Axia even more."

"Before the divine monarch ascended, he left the mustard seeds of the cold pond and the inheritance of monasticism to A Xia, but you have nothing. For 9000 years, A Xia has always looked young, but you are getting more and more decayed. Your heart is getting more and more unwilling every day, and your cultivation base is becoming more and more difficult." Cunjin. The sisters towards her have already been exhausted little by little before, and now they hate and jealous to the bone, what I said..."

Yu Wuque turned pale and said nothing.

But Yu Wuxia interrupted suddenly: "Chang Yan! Stop talking."

Chang Yan was taken aback, then turned to look at her: "A Xia...you..."

Yu Wuxia turned her head to look at the monks present, bowed her head suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "The incident happened suddenly today, but this is a private matter of my Yu family, and my sister and I will resolve it privately."

"I invite you all to come to Yeshan to participate in the joint registration ceremony between Changyan and me. You are willing to come here to show respect to the Yu family and the Bailong clan of Yeshan, but now there is an accident. It is because we did not prepare well. After three days, the joint registration ceremony between Chang Yan and I will be held again. After a while, the maid of the Yu family will bring you back to the guest house on the hillside. Forget; if you have something to leave, feel free to do so, Yu Wuxia will never blame you."

That Ye Yiqiao from Jiku Mountain nodded, and said in a gentle voice: "The goddess is serious. Today's incident happened suddenly, and I can understand it."

All the monks had different expressions when they heard the words, some were silent, some nodded in agreement.

Yu Wuxia gave another salute with a slight smile, then walked up to Yu Wuque, took her hand with a calm expression and said, "Let's go, Que'er."

Yu Wuque looked up at her in a daze.

"Our Yu family's own affairs must be resolved behind closed doors."

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Gu Xuecun and Lu Jueling walked on the way back to the mountainside, following far behind Zhuo Shou Zhenren and Shen Yuchen.

Gu Xuecun asked: "You...you pulled out the cold today, are you okay?"

Lu Jueling was silent for a moment, then suddenly said lightly: "I have something to do."

Gu Xuecun's face froze, and he said anxiously: "What's wrong? Why didn't you say it just now?!"

Lu Jueling watched him quietly with his shallow eyes: "My heart hurts."

Gu Xuecun was stunned: "Ah? Heartache?"

What is wrong with this, it seems to have nothing to do with the demon.

Gu Xuecun, the second monk Zhang Zhang, was puzzled.

Lu Jueling said: "It might be good if you rub it for me when you go back."

Gu Xuecun: "..."

Lu Jueling continued to walk forward, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine, this man's back was perfect and almost impeccable.

Gu Xuecun gritted his teeth, chased up and kicked him hard, and said angrily: "I'm telling you something serious, can you still talk properly?"

Lu Jueling looked down at the gray footprints left by the boy on his trouser legs, lowered his eyes and said, "Your wish has been fulfilled today, is this how you want to repay me?"

Gu Xuecun was taken aback for a moment, and said inexplicably, "What wish?"

Lu Jueling said indifferently: "You forgot that a hundred years ago you were always pestering me and said with a playful smile—A Jue, let me play your flute."

His sentence clearly repeated Gu Xuecun's usual unserious modal particles that are often carried at the end of the sentence, but his tone is completely Lu Jueling's flat, which sounds a bit weird .

Gu Xuecun: "..."