After the demon king failed to beg for death

Fu Ling has experienced countless storms and waves in his previous life, with ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs.

Being deceived by his relatives, betrayed by his friends, and hunted down by the righteous way, all of them were carried by him alone.

No one has ever stood in front of him when danger is approaching.

Ancestor You Ming's words were like drawing a turf, taking Fu Ling under his wings.

Looking at the white back in front of him, Fu Ling felt mixed feelings in his heart, the expression in his eyes changed again and again, and the hand that made the talisman finally dropped down.

He is still only a young man in stature, half a head behind the Nether ancestor. When he was blocked by this person, he felt an indescribable sense of security, as if even if the sky fell at this moment, this person It will also help myself to bear the same.

Fu Ling was still a little unreal, and finally couldn't help stretching out his hand, grabbing Patriarch You Ming's sleeve hanging by his side.

As soon as Patriarch Youming appeared, all the disciples in front of the warehouse were suppressed and couldn't lift their heads.

Guanshi Qin was sweating profusely, and his legs were twitching.

When Qiu Zhikuan heard the commotion in front of the warehouse, he didn't take it seriously, but when he heard the name Luo Xuan, he immediately put down the sundries in his hands and ran towards the warehouse.

Walking halfway, I felt this terrifying coercion, and then the voice of the ancestor came.

"Who dares to touch the disciples of this seat."

Qiu Zhikuan is one head and two big.

Ancestor You Ming's temper has always been cloudy and uncertain, and he didn't know how to end it if he angered this ancestor!

No one in the room could say anything, just resisting this coercion exhausted all their strength.

Qiu Zhikuan hurried to the front of the warehouse with difficulty, resisted the coercion, and tried his best to spread the word: "Please be merciful, my ancestor, and let these unreasonable disciples go."

Patriarch Youming snorted coldly, and slowly withdrew his coercion.

The disciples on the entire mountain breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone is guessing, where did this ancestor come from? It's too scary to be so powerful.

Qiu Zhikuan bent over and stepped forward: "I don't know what these disciples did to make the ancestor angry, please explain clearly."

Patriarch You Ming flicked his sleeves and pushed Fu Ling forward.

"Tell me yourself how they bully the few with the more."

When Fu Ling heard this, he couldn't help being happy. He, the master who was forcibly pressed, didn't realize that he was such a protective person.

However, what he dislikes the most is explaining, and what he dislikes even more is dissecting his own weaknesses in front of everyone.

He held his head up, pointed at Butler Qin, and said contemptuously, "You tell it yourself."

Seeing this battle, Butler Qin already guessed that he had caused a catastrophe.

The only person who can be called the ancestor of Xuantianzong is the Youming ancestor who lives in seclusion on the top of Beihai mountain.

Not to mention his mere management, even the suzerain of the Xuantian Sect will be careful to serve this ancestor when he sees him, and he doesn't know what kind of luck this Luo Xuan has encountered.

Thinking of it, Guanshi Qin couldn't even say a complete sentence here.

But Senior Brother Sun straightened his back when he heard the name of the ancestor, and explained the cause and effect.

After listening to the cause and effect, Qiu Zhikuan was also silent.

He remembered that when Fu Ling was sent up the mountain two months ago, he was still just a mortal with miscellaneous spiritual roots. It was only two months and he had already reached the foundation building stage. It was hard not to doubt it.

But, who is Luo Xuanbai's master?

This is the ancestor that the Xuantian Sect has to offer.

Thinking about it this way, isn't Patriarch Youming even more powerful?

Qiu Zhikuan treated Patriarch Nether more respectfully.

He thought about it and said: "This matter was originally a misunderstanding. Patriarch, you are too powerful and teach well. Luo Xuan's talent is amazing, and his cultivation is super fast. The disciples' vision is too small, so I invite Patriarch to be happy and angry."

Patriarch You Ming didn't say a word, and after scanning around, his eyes fell on Senior Brother Sun.

He asked softly, "Did you lure me to get mine?"

Brother Sun's attainments in spells are very good. Many people in the Xuantian Sect are envious of his talent in this area. Hearing the old ancestor's question, his expression was a little moved, and he said very modestly: "My disciple's clumsy skills, let me help you!" The ancestor laughed."

Patriarch Youming stroked his fingers and nodded.

Brother Sun couldn't help being surprised.

But it never occurred to me that a purple thunderbolt fell from the sky without warning in the next second, and it hit this disciple and that steward Qin directly, and no one around was affected, only these two people were shocked. , with scorched curly hair, gray complexion, and faint smoke coming out of his body.

Ancestor You Ming withdrew his hand calmly: "It's indeed a clumsy skill, so don't show it out in the future to be ashamed."

This move is basically bullying the small with the big, and ordinary ancestors can't do this kind of thing.

But Patriarch Youming not only did it, but also did it very calmly, and didn't feel anything wrong at all.

None of the people present dared to speak, they all lowered their heads, and no one even dared to say a word for them.

The realm of comprehension is such a place where strength speaks. Those who have strength can be regarded as the truth.

Patriarch You Ming finished bullying the two juniors, and said again: "Luo Xuan is my only direct disciple. In terms of seniority, Qiu Zhikuan will also call him senior brother. Will you remember your identity when I see you in the future?"

Everyone replied one after another: "I remember, I met Master Luo."

Fu Ling stood beside Patriarch Youming, his eyes dimmed, but the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes tightened unconsciously.

I've been alone for a lifetime, but I didn't expect to meet such a person, willing to protect him for no reason, regardless of right or wrong.

Having such a master was something he had never thought of.

Fu Ling tugged at his sleeve, and shouted hoarsely, "Master, we should go."

The Master seemed to be calling out so naturally.

Patriarch You Ming waved his sleeves, turned around and left with Fu Ling.

Fu Ling was lying to himself if he said he wasn't moved, let alone how happy he was.

This was the first time in two lifetimes that someone stood up for him like a parent protecting his cub, so how could he not remember it.

It's just that the touch has not lasted to the heart, and the voice of the ancestor Youming is different from just now: "I catch up with the sword, and I can't even beat a waste of the bigu period, why are you so lazy, don't you hurry up and practice? "

Fu Ling: ...

Sure enough, he thought too much.

The two headed south all the way, and after Yujian flew for about half a day, they finally landed in Cangzhou in the south.

Fu Ling's complexion was a little pale, and this body could not support him flying with the sword for such a long time.

Ancestor Youming put his hands behind his back, so he looked at him in surprise, but there was a bit of inquiry in the surprise.

The two of them landed outside the city gate of Cangzhou. After landing, Patriarch You Ming took him into the city.

Cangzhou City is a relatively quiet city. Different from the hustle and bustle of Qishan Town, everything here exudes a sense of elegance.

Cangzhou City has produced many talents since ancient times, and the atmosphere of reading is relatively strong. Looking around, there are all literati in long gowns.

Or holding a folding fan, or reciting poems on the roadside, even the women here are full of scholarly atmosphere.

Patriarch You Ming took him into a house.

As soon as he entered the door, an elderly man greeted him: "Your Honor, you are back."

As he spoke, he looked at Fu Ling who was following behind him: "Who is this?"

Patriarch You Ming said as he walked, "My new disciple is Luo Xuan, arrange a place for him."

The old man looked at Fu Ling almost in surprise, and asked, "Are you the Venerable's apprentice?"

Fu Ling didn't understand where this surprise came from: "Is there something wrong?"

The old man quickly shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I'm just too surprised. I have followed the Venerable for more than [-] years, and this is the first time he has accepted an apprentice. I am the housekeeper here. You can call me Lao Zhang."

Fu Ling nodded to express his understanding, and turned around to look at the house.

This house is quite big, with three entrances and three exits, the last one should be the residence of Patriarch You Ming.

After thinking about it for a while, Lao Zhang led Fu Ling into a guest room at the back of the mansion.

"You live here first, the Venerable's residence is next door, you can find me if you need anything."

After Fu Ling expressed his understanding, the housekeeper, Lao Zhang, withdrew.

He turned to look around the room.

The room is quite big, with a long table in the middle, and behind the curtain behind the long table is the sleeping place.

Fu Ling is somewhat interested in this master. This old Zhang has been with him for more than 30 years, which means that the ancestor Youming has lived here for [-] years.

As a powerful monk who transcends the mortal world and can live in the mortal world for 30 years, either his wife is a mortal, or he has other plans.

This house doesn't look like it has a mistress, so it has other plans.

After Fu Ling visited his residence, he wanted to go out and visit.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Patriarch Youming standing outside the door.

"Why do you live here?"

Ancestor You Ming had a strange look on his face.

Fu Ling looked innocent and said: "Old Zhang arranged it."

Patriarch You Ming pinched the center of his brows, as if he had encountered something disturbing: "Forget it, just don't walk around."

Fu Ling nodded to express his understanding.

It's just, didn't you say you were going to attend the wedding when you went down the mountain this time?Why doesn't it seem like the main purpose now.

Patriarch Youming turned and went out, and said to Fu Ling before leaving, "You can stroll around by yourself, come back before dark, don't cause trouble."

After speaking, he left.

Fu Ling was imprisoned on the mountain for two months. Although he did not feel bored while concentrating on cultivation, it was also a pleasure to go out and relax.

The last time I was in Qishan, my practice was too low, and everyone came here for the secret realm, so I couldn't have a good time.

If you take a walk in Cangzhou, which is full of books, you may get unexpected insights.

Fu Ling walked out the door lightly.

It's just that he didn't expect that before he had gone far, he could already feel the tail not far behind him.

He paused slightly, looked around, turned and entered a deep alley.

Two people in black and red blouses stood at the entrance of a deep alley and looked around.

"Why are people missing?"

"Are you sure he's here?"

The two looked at each other and walked inside.

It's just that the end of the deep alley is a dead end.

Fu Ling didn't know when he was blocked at the entrance of the alley, with his hands behind his back, looking at the logo of Tianhuo Pavilion on the clothes of the two people, he asked casually: "Are you two looking for me?"

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