When the villain picks up the script

It is lonely and cold on Jingping Peak, there are only Xiao Jing and Wen Qinglan's master and apprentice, Wen Qinglan doesn't want outsiders to disturb him, so Xiao Jing is actually responsible for the personal necessities of life, and it can be said that any place on Jingping Peak, even Wen Qinglan's bedroom, is right Xiao Jing has no limits.

Now that he was being scolded because of this, Xiao Jing was inevitably aggrieved, but he was also used to Master's unpredictable temperament, so he didn't say much, just bowed his head and said yes.

Until Xiao Jing left, Wen Qinglan still couldn't calm down. He thought of the feeling of being deposed as a mermaid in his dream. It was really terrible. Since he had the chance to read the fate book this time, he would never let himself repeat the same mistakes.

One month passed quickly, and despite Wen Qinglan's urging day and night, Xiao Jing could barely enter the integration period, and was still a certain distance away from the expected goal.

"Master, there are countless rookie disciples in the Immortal Alliance Conference, and they all want to fight for a place to enter the secret realm. I'm only in the integration period, can I really do it?"

It was the first time Wen Qinglan brought him to such a formal occasion, and Xiao Jing was a little nervous and excited. You must know that before the sensational master-student breakup, most people didn't even know that Wen Qinglan had an apprentice named Xiao Jing, but now This scene always gave Xiao Jing a subtle sense of being recognized, as if Wen Qinglan finally felt that he could be taken out to meet people.

"It's okay, follow the teacher's previous teachings to fight, you can win all the disciples below the Golden Core Stage, and even the Golden Core Stage can have a fight, as for the rest, you can leave it to the teacher." Wen Qinglan said lightly.

Xiao Jing was a little puzzled. You must know that this Immortal Alliance Conference was not only attended by disciples of one sect of Wuwei Dao Sect, but disciples of four sects, seven sects and eighteen sects of the cultivation world participated, and even the scattered immortals of Zhudao came to join in the fun Yes, those who enter the secret realm choose outstanding children from various sects to enter, so the number of places is limited.

Although I don't know why Master wants me to win the quota, but with my current strength, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult.

But Wen Qinglan had no intention of dispelling the confusion. After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and jumped directly to the viewing seats where the suzerains of the various sects were.

"Qinglan, you're here."

It was said before that Wuwei Daozong directly cleared a peak as the venue for the competition. The venue was on the flat ground of the peak and valley of Wuming Peak, and the viewing platforms of the various sect masters were naturally placed on the top of the peak with a wide view.

The peak of Wuming Peak was originally steep and sharp. For the convenience of layout, the Taoist head simply ordered Wen Qinglan to flatten the peak, and set up seats according to the status and number of people of each sect.

At this moment, Wen Qinglan landed on a mirror-like mountain. As soon as he landed, someone walked over with a smile. When he saw the person coming, Wen Qinglan nodded slightly and said, "Senior brother."

The visitor was dressed in white and plain robes, with clear black eyes, a handsome face with sickly paleness, and no trace of domineering aura in his body, as if there were more scholars than monks. If Wen Qinglan hadn't revealed the identity of the other party, I'm afraid no one would have thought that such a person would actually It is Qu Mingyang, the suzerain of the first sect in the world.

"I was a little surprised when Uncle Song said that Jing Pingfeng was participating in the competition, but it was a good thing." Qu Ming and Yang Sheng's gentle speech, gentle and friendly tone, and smiling eyes are very easy to make people feel happy Good impression.

Even a cold-hearted person like Wen Qinglan can't help but slow down his expression when he sees the other party: "No matter how much you practice, it's not as good as actual combat. Xiao Jing has stayed at Jingping Peak for too long, so it's time to come out and see the world."

"Should I come out to see the world or come out to lose Jing Pingfeng's face? I think it's my nephew. You lost your eldest disciple and got flustered. Even a waste like Xiao Jing is willing to accept it. Released the disgusting person, is it intended to make him use that face to disgust the opponent and not be able to compete?"

First there was a harsh sarcasm, and then a woman in a red dress and colorful make-up proudly fell from the sky. She was bright and charming, with long hair tied into a thick black whip and coiled behind her head. He glanced at the two of them with disdain and sarcasm, and curled his lips when it landed on Qu Mingyang: "I said, nephew master, don't come out if you are not well, in case you faint in front of the head of another sect , Let me know how Wuwei Daozong should deal with himself."

"Uncle Mingyu, my nephew also wants to cultivate well, but my nephew doesn't dare to relax every day because of an important job. It's also my nephew's bad luck. How can I be as leisurely as my uncle?" Qu Mingyang didn't care. Angry, he just smiled helplessly and sighed.

Wen Qinglan glanced at Mingyu coldly, not paying attention to the other party's interest at all. If he hadn't learned the result from "The Legend of the Supreme God" in advance, Mingyu's death would be the day when the Immortal Alliance Conference ended, and even He still regrets that the plan could not be implemented.

Seeing this kind of reaction from the two, Mingyu snorted coldly with an ugly face, glanced at the two in disgust, turned and left, and muttered quietly when she left: "Damn it, don't die sooner, why don't you die?" The position is really in the way."

When Mingyu was far away from here, Qu Mingyang shook his head helplessly and said: "Uncle Mingyu's personality is really rare in the realm of cultivation, obviously his cultivation base is neither strong nor high, but he is so flamboyant, I really don't know how she has such confidence. "

Qu Mingyang's unintentional emotion caused Wen Qinglan's heart to move, did Mingyu really have some unknown confidence? His plan was obviously seamless, and now it seems that the cause of Mingyu's death may be leaked because of this .

"Qinglan, what are you thinking?" Qu Mingyang's gentle voice interrupted Wen Qinglan's thoughts, he raised his head, and saw a man like a sharp blade standing beside Qu Mingyang.

The man was wearing a golden coat embroidered with dark patterns, with sword eyebrows, star eyes and deep facial features. The outline of his face was carved like a knife, and a light indentation in the middle of his chin made him more masculine. , but the shadow of a sword was flying in those dark golden eyes, as if a deadly sword energy would shoot out at any time.

"This is Mu Changqing, the suzerain of Shifang Sword Sect."

Cultivation has no time. Most of the time, monks are either competing for various geniuses and treasures, or retreating and practicing hard. They often hear each other's names, but they may never see each other in a lifetime, and the Immortal Alliance Conference is for everyone. Therefore, each denomination will recommend each other during each conference, which will be a good opportunity.

"Mu Sect Master." Knowing that Qu Mingyang intended to recommend him, Wen Qinglan also went along with the flow and greeted Mu Changqing.

"This is Wen Qinglan, the owner of my twelve peaks, Jingping Peak." Qu Mingyang also introduced Wen Qinglan to Mu Changqing.

Mu Changqing looked at Wen Qinglan with interest, and his voice was purely masculine and low: "Realist Qinglan, who has heard of his name for a long time, is indeed a young genius with extraordinary demeanor, and his cultivation is so advanced at a young age. Interacting with the former Master Yu of Jingping Peak, Master Yu is also admirable, but I didn't expect the real Qinglan to be more talented, I heard that the real person is good at swordsmanship, if someday you have spare time, can you give me some advice from Mu Mou?"

"Sect Master Mu is over-rewarded. When it comes to using swords, who doesn't know that the Shifang Sword Sect is the sect. Talking about this in front of the suzerain, it's Wen who doesn't know how deep it is." Wen Qinglan said politely.

Wen Qinglan still has a slight liking for this suzerain who helped him in "The Legend of the Gods", and Mu Changqing was also the one who did not succumb to the luck of Xiao Jing's protagonist in the end. This suzerain who is sincere to the sword, He is also quite admirable.

"Realist Qinglan said so, but he doesn't like Mu Mou." Mu Changqing stared at Wen Qinglan with dark golden eyes, and said in a low voice with a slightly unhappy expression. He was full of sword intent, and he was very angry When you are happy, it will make people feel that you are being oppressed by thousands of sharp blades, and it seems that thousands of swords will pierce you and die at any time.

Under the pressure of this terrible momentum, Wen Qinglan didn't seem to realize it. He looked at Mu Changqing and said, "Since Mu Zongzhu said so, Wen will be disrespectful. I'm afraid the suzerain is busy with business and doesn't have time to entertain Wen." certain."

A flash of appreciation flashed in Mu Changqing's eyes, he laughed and said, "If Master Qinglan comes, Mu will sweep the couch anytime."

Wen Qinglan smiled slightly and said, "Then Wen will thank the Sovereign for his kindness first."

Mu Changqing flickered when he saw it with a smile, but this momentary gaffe was quickly covered up by Mu Changqing, so no one noticed.

In fact, it's not right to say that, at least outside the competition stage under Wuming Peak, Xiao Jing, who has been paying attention to Master's movements, has a gloomy expression.

Xiao Jing didn't know how long he had been looking up at that pale blue figure. He had been chasing the other figure for too long, and he no longer remembered it, but had become a deep-rooted habit.

The other party was wearing the clothes he had chosen, and the black jade comb was gently brushed over the black waterfall, and the hairpin was lightly rolled up.

Close your eyes and you can describe the other person's appearance: the straight eyebrows, the slanted corners of the eyes, the dark eyes are always filled with ice, the lips under the bridge of the nose are a pair of ruthless lips, that face is so elegant and unparalleled, and the smile is alluring Soul-defeating, but that body's imposing manner, ruthless, desireless, and untainted by the cold majesty of the mortal world.

There will never be him in those eyes, but the only time they looked at him was full of deep-seated hatred.

Xiao Jing couldn't describe his mood at this moment, he could only stare at the figure of the other party, chasing the other party as he had done countless times before.

However, it is impossible for him to watch his master quietly in this lively competition venue. Although people from the Outer Sect will deliberately stay away from him because of his terrifying appearance, there are always a few people in the Wuwei Dao Sect who want to step on him anytime, anywhere. With a kick, he would naturally meet old acquaintances in such a lively place as the arena.

"Brother Zhao, look at who this is. Master Qinglan actually let him out. I thought Master Qinglan would let him die of old age at Jingping Peak to cover up the only stain in his glorious life."