Master never follows a routine

The moonlight is dense, and the towering halls are like smoke and fog.A magnolia tree stands on a high platform, and the petals of white jade cover the ground like snow.

A blue bird took a flower in its mouth, its wings fluttered slowly, and landed on Jiang Linmu's shoulder.

Jiang Linmu touched the fat bird that was soft and glutinous, and asked Bai Lan: "Yuan Jian doesn't know why he is missed by Ying Lin, could it be that Ying Lin really misunderstood him?"

Bai Lan said: "If I were Yuan Jian, Zhuo Ying would have ordered Yinglin to be wanted by now, but there is still no movement, that child is still very kind. Instead of thinking about this, it is better to call your big apprentice over to ask .”

"If I can figure it out, do I still need to accompany you here to blow the cold wind?" Jiang Linmu looked up at him: "No, I raised that child with my own hands. He is handsome, gentle and polite. He is an extraordinary person. He must What are your reasons?"

Bai Lan thought to himself, you are not serious, he is not crooked, which is considered pretty good...

"What about your apprentice?"

Jiang Linmu propped his chin and said boredly, "Throw it away."

"...I have something to tell you. Yuan Jian was beaten by a disciple of the same school—especially a demon cultivator. Zhuo Ying must want to get him back. Although there is no arrest warrant, there is a way to get him back. More than that, if you can contact him on the ground, it is best not to let him come back."

Jiang Linmu's expression changed.

On the second day, a big piece of news spread from Tianxuanzong.

Yuan Jian, a disciple of Tianxuanzong, was dug out for his spiritual core, and was seriously injured and could not recover. His master, Jiang Linmu, was responsible for it.

The importance of well-informed monks, as well as the transferability of culture and expressive ability are manifested at this time.

The disciple of Tianxuanzong was poached out of his spirit core!Longevity, it seems to be related to his master!

What?As a master, he actually dug out the disciple's spiritual core!Why?

Insane, for the sake of cultivation, as a master, he was able to poach his disciple's spiritual core...

It's normal for monks to have their spiritual core dug out - who doesn't have an enemy yet?

But it was his master who dug out the spiritual core, and his master was still a demon cultivator.

Rounding off, the demon cultivator dug out the spiritual core of the human cultivator!

Can this be tolerated?

……

Jiang Linmu dropped four cups, feeling angry in his heart.In the world of comprehension, he has suffered countless grievances, and he has never been so aggrieved.

Zhuo Ying is a real dog, if he wants to use this to lure Ying Lin out, that silly boy will really be fooled in all likelihood.

Yuan Jian is kind-hearted and would not blame Ying Lin too much, but Zhuo Ying would not. Back then he almost killed himself because of the artifact, but now he will attack Ying Lin because of Jiao Gu.

Oh shit!

"Are you trying to find him?" Lin Feng asked while touching the cat's spine.

"No matter what, you have to withdraw this message from me!"

"If you say withdraw, you will withdraw?" Lin Feng sneered: "Don't forget that you are still in the state of 'not coming back'."

"Come back now!"

The night is like ink, and the silver hook is half missing.

The lights inside the Tianxuan Sect's gate were brightly lit.

When Jiang Linmu went in, Zhuo Ying was not surprised at all, Yuan Jian came back alone with scars, no matter what the reason was, his master had to follow along.

"Sovereign Master, Yuan Jian's spiritual core was dug out only after encountering ghosts. The spiritual core of a human cultivator is useless to a demon cultivator. Please take back the news."

Zhuo Ying raised his head slightly, his face was bright and dark under the light, he did not answer Jiang Linmu's question, but waved to him: "Come."

Jiang Linmu stood still and looked at him coldly.

Zhuo Ying sighed: "To be honest, among all my disciples, you are the one I like the most."

"Ah."

When he first entered Xianmen, he also liked Zhuo Ying the most. For him who didn't get much love in his previous life and was still an ignorant teenager in this life, the strong, gentle and handsome Zhuo Ying existed like a god.

That's the case, even if he cut off the roots of God later, I never made an enemy of him.

Jiang Linmu still didn't move: "Sovereign Master, you should be very clear that Ying Lin is not that kind of child."

"The black flood dragon is cruel and irritable by nature, who knows what he will do when he is provoked?" Zhuo Ying frowned, "I don't know who dug the spiritual core, but Yuan Jian has a lot of injuries, and putting it on a mortal would be fatal." Yes, will he wrong Ying Lin?"

No, those wounds were made by humans.

"He didn't do it on purpose..."

Zhuo Ying looked at his face with a smile that was not a smile: "You are still so partial to that child, Yuan Jian is also your apprentice, he has been injured so seriously, you can dismiss the culprit by saying that he didn't do it on purpose?"

"Do not……"

"Why don't you ask Ying Lin to come back, and I'll ask you in person?" When he said this, his eyes became visibly more ferocious.

Jiang Linmu suddenly heard vaguely the sound of "popping beer" being fiddled with lights, his heart sank, and he turned back abruptly.

The door suddenly closed tightly with a "bang", and Zhuo Ying stood up at this time. As the suzerain of Tianxuan Sect, he was no worse than Jiang Linmu. The powerful coercion poured out overwhelmingly, and the mermaid candle of the eternal light was extinguished instantly!If the low-level disciples were present, they would probably kneel down on the spot and bend over.

Even a person like Jiang Linmu, whose cultivation level was so high that he could be sent away by a thunderbolt, couldn't help but pause.

The moonlight is cool in front of the window - there is only one exit left!

Before he had time to think about it, Jiang Linmu jumped out!

The countless strands of moonlight condensed into threads, tightly wrapped around his body, wrapped around his body, wrapped around his head little by little.

"No... um!"

For a moment, Jiang Linmu's whole body was tightly wrapped in a cocoon, and after a few muffled groans, there was no more movement.

Zhuo Ying covered his chest and fell to his knees, vomited a mouthful of blood from his throat, but he quickly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked to the bed, and crushed the little spider to death!

If the lights were brighter, when Jiang Linmu entered the door, he would have seen a barrier around him. The disciples inside the barrier were covered with unknown talismans. Those talismans absorbed their blood and spiritual power little by little, and placed them beside the bed as offerings. of a silver spider.

This kind of spider was originally an ancient monster. It grows in the flesh and bones, fear and resentment. It weaves a web with moonlight. Even a true fairy cannot get rid of the web weaved.

Even so, it is also easy to use, and the main body is not aggressive, so it is easy to handle.

The former suzerain of Tianxuanzong also secretly kept a few of them while dealing with this fierce beast, hiding them in dark places where there was no light.When it sees the moonlight, it will wake up, spin a net quickly, and wrap the prey it hits tightly.

Previously, he underestimated Jiang Linmu and let him escape, but this time he won't, not only that, but he also wants to get the black flood dragon.

Zhuo Ying was in a happy mood, but there was still an indescribable pain in her chest.

As expected of an ancient ferocious beast, he directly used his master to weave a net. If he hadn't been prepared and got a few disciples to block him in advance, he would have died when the net was woven...

The author has something to say: Some cuties may not look very good...

Alas, in fact, at the beginning I was going to write it as a cool article, one chapter hits a villain in the face, the kind that starts from a small role.

But when I started the article, I felt that I was not happy with the writing, but I wanted to pinch the protagonist's neck and say: You are so awesome, why did you die so badly back then?

Then reorganize the outline, which is what I write now (I feel that I wrote it quite cool...)

Don't worry, the ending is he

By the way, let’s guess what kind of tree Shizun is, it’s actually quite easy to guess~