Enter the kitchen

"Is this how Xiaoyaozhuang teaches his disciples?" The tone was still normal, and the voice was even softer than usual, but it made Master Mujia dare not respond.

Ge Jiuling lay prone on the ground and shivered, not daring to stand up and take a look at the legendary ancestor of Jianzong.

"Xiaobi's rules are set by me." The ancestor's voice was too shallow, making Master Mujia unable to tell the other party's happiness and anger for a while: "Since you broke it, there is no need to stay in Jianzong From now on, wherever the Sword Sect lands, Xiaoyaozhuang disciples are not allowed to set foot."

"Old Ancestor!" Master Mujia said indignantly: "The world of cultivating immortals is at stake, and your order at this time is to make Jianzong and Xiaoyaozhuang separate, and thus make people in the world of cultivating immortals panic!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Chu Shumo suddenly whispered: "Since you also know that the world of cultivating immortals is at stake, why do you let your disciples kill your fellow disciples! If the disciples of Xiaoyaozhuang are like her, who would dare to join hands with you?" , leave the back to you with peace of mind?" Master Mujia opened his mouth, but finally chose to remain silent. The rebuttal just now had exhausted all his courage, and he had no other choice but to bear the anger of his ancestor.

Xiaoyaozhuang disciples withdrew from the competition, and many monks on the sword casting platform have seen the incident. Leaving aside the quarrel between Jianzong and Xiaoyaozhuang, this matter is indeed that Xiaoyaozhuang disciples acted too harshly.

Xiaoyaozhuang disciples can be said to have left Jianzong in despair, and Ding Yu reappeared at the sword casting platform to appease everyone.Xiaoyaozhuang is the second largest sect in the world of cultivating immortals. Although the remaining cultivators don't show it on the face, they are secretly happy in their hearts. Xiaoyaozhuang has always been at odds with Jianzong, but it's not because of the competition for the quota to enter Xuanyuanfeng.

After sending away the cultivators from Xiaoyao Village, Chu Shumo returned to Xuanyuan Peak.

At this time, Lu Shiyi also opened his eyes after using the elixir brought by real Qianbi.Although the elixir suppressed the pain of his sea of ​​consciousness after being injured, it only cured the symptoms but not the root cause, and he still felt a dull pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Take Shenshen Pill three times a day. In addition to taking the elixir, you need a medicinal bath every day. I have already prepared the medicinal materials." You need to soak for two hours a day." Then, it seemed that he was worried about Lu's collection of relics, and said in a voice transmission: "Old Ancestor, your sea of ​​consciousness also needs to be nourished." This reminder can be said to be very cryptic.

After Shu Mo responded, he put away the Qiankun bag, and after seeing the real Qianbi left, he added another layer of formations in Linchang Garden.

Karma is the most important thing in the world of cultivating immortals. Shu Mo's sea of ​​consciousness improved because of Lu Shiyi, and it was because of Shu Mo that Lu Shiyi was injured. In this way, Shu Mo owed Lu Shiyi two karmas one after another.

And the karma owed must be repaid after all. Shu Mo looked at Lu Shiyi who closed his eyes again due to sleepiness, and slowly stretched out his right hand. The pure aura gathered in his palm and gradually condensed into a whirlpool. He suddenly clenched his fist tightly He felt the aura in his palm, and then put his hand on Lu Shiyi's chest.

The dragon ball and dragon scale that had been hanging around his neck showed a corner, and the invisible aura in Shu Mo's palm was being devoured by it.

Shu Mo's face turned paler, and his fingertips were so white that they were almost transparent. He withdrew his right hand, covered his lips and coughed lightly.

The sword qi hanging on Xuanyuan Peak suddenly let out a sword cry, and the coercion released made the monks who were still participating in the small competition on the sword casting platform unable to help their legs go weak.

Master Jianyi sighed, he was powerless to change the ancestor's decision, so he could only order the disciples of the Sword Sect to search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures with aura more diligently.

Sleeping Lu Shiyi frowned, and Shu Mo smoothed the pimple between his brows with his fingers, so that his sea of ​​consciousness calmed down and the pain no longer ached.

Lu Shiyi slept very deeply this time, and he seldom felt sleepy after practicing. He obviously woke up after sleeping for a long time, but he only woke up for a while before feeling tired again.

"Drink water." Lu Shiyi took the spiritual tea that Shu Mo handed to his lips, and wanted to thank him, but he couldn't make any sound. It was not until the spiritual tea full of spiritual energy moistened his hoarse voice that he could barely make a sound: "I What's the matter?"

"You're injured." Shu Mo's voice was rare and soft: "Heal your injury first during this time, and don't rush to cultivate." Lu Shiyi nodded, recalling the process of his injury in a trance, and realized that it was Shu Mo. Mo saved his life.

After using spirit tea, before he could adjust his breath for a moment, Shu Mo dragged him into the brown medicinal soup again.Lu Shiyi's whole body was soaked in the soup, only his head was exposed, while Shu Mo moved a stool and sat by the tub to count the time.

The dense heat made Lu Shiyi drowsy again. Through the indifferent white mist, Shu Mo first closed his eyes to rest his mind, then suddenly opened them a quarter of an hour later, stood up and said to the door: "Don't come in!" After finishing speaking, He strode out of the room.

Right now, Master Jian Yi was guarding the door, and when he saw Shu Mo appearing, he couldn't help showing a bitter expression: "Old Ancestor, the people in Xiaoyao Village were attacked after leaving Jianzong."

"Understood." Shu Mo didn't talk nonsense, and walked out of Linchang Garden while instructing Master Jian Yi: "End Xiaobi immediately, prepare for the battle, and send someone to look after Linchang Garden."

"Yes." Master Jianyi bowed down, respectfully sending Shu Mo Yujian away.

Xiaguang flashed across the sword-making platform, and the immortal cultivators who were still participating in the competition did not know that the demon cultivators dormant in the extreme north were about to move.

When Schumer returned to Xuanyuan Peak, Chu Shumo was closing his eyes and resting his mind. The three oil lamps placed by the bed were flickering in the breeze, so weak that they seemed to be going out at any moment.

The wind blew, and Chu Shu's dark white hair touched the candle flame, and another faint flame flashed. When he looked again, Shu Mo in the room had disappeared. The ancestor of Jianzong.

The heads of the various sects gathered together again, but this time Xiaoyaozhuang was missing. Chu Shumo's figure turned into a few illusory lights and shadows, and a few flashes appeared in the meeting hall.

"Lian Si, didn't you say that there are still a hundred years left! What's going on here." Real Xia Luo was furious, and immediately yelled at Real Lian Si.

Real Liansi pursed her lips, her hexagrams gave her only a few vague words, if the building will collapse in a hundred years, what does today's change represent?

"Old Ancestor, head." Ding Yu opened the closed door of the meeting hall, walked quickly to Chu Shumo and reported: "Reverend Chixiaofeng Zhongli, Chunjunfeng Yunsan, Tai'afeng Haoran, Longyuan Immediately after receiving the news, Master Feng Linzhi rushed to rescue, and the survivors of Xiaoyao Village have also returned to Jianzong."

"Let them in," Chu Shumo said.

Several young men and women in Xiaoyaozhuang disciple uniforms followed Ding Yu into the conference hall. They didn't seem to expect to see the heads of various sects under such circumstances, with their heads lowered and despair written all over their bodies.

"The patriarch and the heads of all factions are here, you all need to report what you know truthfully!" Master Jian Yi said in a deep voice.

Chu Shumo suddenly walked up to the surviving disciples, glanced past the several immortal cultivators standing in front, and stopped on Ge Jiuling's face: "Say." Ge Jiuling looked very embarrassed at this time. Her hair, which had been meticulously tied up, was in a mess, and her face was black and red, leaving no trace of her previous cuteness.

Ge Jiuling flinched, as if he had been greatly frightened, one of the male disciples couldn't bear it, and said, "Old Ancestor, Junior Sister is still young and frightened, let us talk about it." He When he said this, his eyes dimmed, as if Fang seemed to be drawn away from all anger.

The fact is indeed true, anyone who sees his fellow sect being slaughtered in front of his eyes will not accept it, not to mention that they were saved by the sect head and elders risking their lives.

Chu Shumo turned a deaf ear to it, and just stood stubbornly in front of Ge Jiuling: "You don't say it? Then there's no need to say it again." As soon as the words fell, Ge Jiuling was thrown away before everyone knew what happened. The other disciples pulled out from behind.

Ge Jiuling was in pain, and big teardrops welled up in her eyes. Chu Shumo tapped her forehead with his index finger as if he didn't see it.Seeing his actions like this, the dejected disciples of Xiaoyaozhuang immediately showed an expression of anger, but they gradually retracted because of the following scenes, and only had lingering fears.

The black air condensed between Ge Jiuling's eyebrows, turning into tiny black threads that entangled together, and then wrapped around his fingertips impatiently.Chu Shumo waved his hand back casually, and he forcibly pulled the black mist connected by the black line out of Ge Jiuling's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ah!" Ge Jiuling yelled in pain, the originally soft and waxy voice of a child made people feel a little horrified, and everyone in the meeting room couldn't help but palpitate.

"Where did you find her?" Master Jian Yi frowned and asked instead of Chu Shumo.

"Human world." The disciple who had defended Ge Jiuling just now mumbled, obviously he did not expect such an accident to happen.

And Ge Jiuling seemed to be in extreme pain, and after rolling twice on the ground with her head in her arms, she completely passed out. Everyone looked at her frail and small body, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

"Take her down to rest." After Chu Shumo finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the black mist that had been drawn from Ge Jiuling's body.

The black mist seems to have no wisdom and no fixed form, and everyone can only vaguely see the shadow of human beings from its changing outline.

"What is this?!" All the people present changed their faces, and the real Xia Luo couldn't help but make a sound, but he immediately understood it as soon as the words fell. Who else is there besides the demon cultivator and the demon cultivator in this black mist?

"It seems that Yuan Yin took my warning as a deaf ear." Chu Shumo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sword energy hanging on Xuanyuan Peak seemed to have sensed his anger, and uttered a sword cry, causing everyone present to speak again. Legs go limp.

The author has something to say:

The ancestor was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

I didn't ask for leave when I thought I could get out, but half of the time, someone came from home...

Later, I made an appointment with someone else, so I could only go out in a hurry.

Tomorrow may also be this time... I will try to restore the previous update time or find time to fix it.