Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

Ming Weiran took the sword, caressed the sword body with a pair of slender hands, and stroked the lines of the sword body back and forth a few times with his fingertips.

He looked at it for a while, but didn't see any tricks, so he turned his head and said to the people on the other side: "Please close the door and window."

A group of people didn't understand what he was doing, but Sun Moon Villa has always had a weird temper and was very difficult to mess with. Three or five people got up and closed the windows, and Qiao Xishui also closed the door.

The room suddenly became dark, and the silver pattern on Dai Wangjian's body also turned into a faint water blue.

"Ah."

Ming Weiran pursed his lips, touched the corner of the Daiwang sword's pattern, and said to himself: "I thought it was right, this is indeed the Daiwang sword."

After finishing speaking, he returned the sword to Qiao Xishui, stretched out his hand to signal them to open the window, and asked, "Master Qiao, can you see Bai Wenhua?"

Qiao Xishui: "...See you."

"yes."

After hearing this, Ming Weiran turned around and said, "Master Liu, I'm going back first."

Liu Wusheng was not in a hurry, and asked, "Master Ming has come to a conclusion?"

"Disciples from the outer sect of Sun Moon Villa cannot be dispatched." Ming Weiran said leisurely, "All the disciples from the inner sect plus five masters from the inner sect of the villa, roughly 50 or [-] people. These people can single-handedly destroy a small sect , if you don’t mind, you can send me a voice transmission at any time. I don’t dare to draw conclusions about others, and I and the five people under my sect will be there at any time.”

Ming Weiran lightly put down the non-surprising and endless words, turned around and was about to leave, saying: "Then let's go first, I have something else to do."

When Chu Wuji saw that this bastard actually opened the skylight and said that he was willing to help, the fire in his heart burned even more, and he was so angry that his teeth were itching, he shouted: "Stop!!"

Ming Weiran was stopped and turned around: "?"

Chu Wuji gritted his teeth and said: "Master Ming, you have to think about it! Liu Wusheng is the chief culprit who wants to help kill my son! You want to help the evildoers, and you can't harm the common people!?"

Ming Weiran said: "Your son was killed by the blood stone, so what does it matter to him? Besides, the blood stone was the first to suck your son away, isn't it because he didn't think about making progress and didn't cultivate hard?"

Chu Wuji was speechless.

Bloodstone can absorb human skin, bone and blood, seven souls and six souls, as well as cultivation mana, but it is not without limit, and it will be saturated when it reaches a certain limit.So it would be fine if it was used on one or two people. At that time, there were so many people in the martial arts field, and it was impossible for the blood stone to eat himself into a fat man in one bite.

In the final analysis, it was his son's fault that his cultivation base was too low.

Everyone knew this matter well, but they were afraid of face, so they didn't have the nerve to say it, who knew that Ming Weiran never shy away from face, Chu Wuji's face turned blue and white, completely speechless.

Ming Weiran didn't pay much attention to him, and said to all the heads: "I don't intend to ask or care about what you think and what you plan to do. But the ancestors of my villa gave the Daiwang sword to this young master. Then this is the will of the ancestors, and I just follow him. The ancestors will not be mistaken, and neither will the sword, that's all."

After he finished speaking, he said: "Then everyone, please go ahead, I will go first."

After Ming Weiran finished speaking, he opened the door and left, the sound of footsteps gradually drifting away.

After he left, people in the room glanced at each other, and saw their emotions from their eyes.

Some people have seen the hesitation of others, some have seen the determination of others, some have seen firmness, and some have seen calmness.

With Ming Weiran acting like this, even the person who was on Liu Wusheng's side from the beginning couldn't help but said, "Master Liu, I have the same opinion as Master Ming, if you have something, you can send me a voice transmission immediately. "

"And me." You said humanely, "I think there will be a bloody storm in the world of immortal cultivation in the near future. Please also ask Master Liu to arrange someone to report in time. I will arrange my disciples to prepare for it during this time."

Most of the people expressed their opinions one after another. Only a few scattered people remained silent. Although one by one, they must have something hidden in their hearts.

After an incense stick of time passed, the people in the pavilion dispersed.

Liu Wusheng personally went out to see off the group of ancestors, and when he came back, he sat on a chair, heaved a long sigh, and stretched out his hand to pinch the gap between his brows.

You Jian poured tea for him, and asked, "Master, have all the heads agreed to come down?"

"It's not that easy." Liu Wusheng took a sip of tea, frowned and said, "Chu Wuji went back without saying a word, and there were two or three other people who did the same thing. Think about it when you go back, and the monk Cang Ran also said Go back and talk to their abbot."

After Liu Wusheng finished speaking, he lightly tapped the wall of the cup with his index finger, pondered for a moment, and added: "The other side of the Fujian Temple should be fine, after all, the Fujian Temple is not the master of fate, and it is also necessary to go back and talk to the abbot. Then the abbot is okay, he should agree to come down."

Qiao Xishui held the cup of water that An Xichen poured for him, looked down at the tea in the cup, thought for a while, and called, "Master Liu."

Liu Wusheng: "Huh?"

"Did you tell them that Feng Manlou said that Prime Minister Qu Qi could help him resurrect the dead, so he worked under Prime Minister Qu Qi?"

"I said it." Liu Wusheng said, "I said everything that should be said without reservation, and I told them everything about Qing'er."

"..." Qiao Xishui's face turned dark, and he said, "Master Liu, have you ever thought about... what if they, like Feng Manlou, have a deceased person they want to see?"

Liu Wusheng blinked, and said: "It shouldn't be. They are all the masters, and they can always tell right from wrong."

"Not every head is as black and white as you." Qiao Xishui said quietly, "Think about Lin Hongyi."

Liu Wusheng: "..."

He was silent for a moment, thought carefully about Qiao Xishui's words, and then thought about those people.

Chu Wuji needless to say, he died of his own flesh and blood some time ago.The other two or three people, after careful consideration, either died of their wives or their old friends. Indeed, each of them lost an important person.

Thinking about it again, Feng Manlou came here for no reason this time, not because he wanted to go crazy, but because he wanted to give him this opportunity to inform the entire immortal cultivation world from the beginning?

Because Qu Qixiang knew that he would do this, and also understood that Liu Wusheng would do this, wouldn't everyone be on his side?

Liu Wusheng's face turned dark immediately.

He was counted!

Qiao Xishui said: "He may have planned to fight you from the very beginning. You think of everyone too pure and pure, who doesn't have a dark heart. What he catches is that people and dead people are not separated by yin and yang. The feeling of meeting each other is hard to appease, so you are not only looking for an ally for yourself, but also for him."

"There are too many people like this." Qiao Xishui continued, "Besides, no matter what you say, it's just your one-sided words. Hearing from others and what you see are two different things. You have a head and a reputation in the world, and your reputation is not inferior to yours, and I am afraid that some people will suspect that there is a misunderstanding, and therefore stand on Qu Qixiang's side."

Liu Wusheng clicked his tongue, his brows furrowed deeper, and he said in a sullen tone, "I made a mistake."

"So we have to hurry up." Qiao Xishui said, "It's better to strike first. Master Liu, let's find the Nirvana technique."

Just when he was about to tell Liu Wusheng that the thing was in the tomb, there was a sudden noise outside the door.The sound of many footsteps crowded together, coming here in a mighty way.

Someone shouted outside the door: "Brother Qiao!! Brother Qiao!!! Wait!!"

Some people also shouted: "Young master!! The master has an order, don't go any further! Hey!—"

The door was slammed open.

The one who was called "Young Master" and "Junior Brother Qiao" was naturally Liu Yiqing. His handsome face, which inherited Liu Wusheng, was [-]% Fengshen handsome and [-]% fierce like ghosts and gods. He was covered with scars and ran away wearing a coat and a coat. come over.

Qiao Xishui's words got stuck in her throat before she could utter them, and they shattered into dregs and fell back into her stomach.

Liu Yiqing fixed her eyes on Qiao Xishui, her teeth were gritted.

Behind him was Luo Wen, Dai Ximeng, and a petite girl in Broken Shengmen's clothes. The three of them froze in place together, not daring to make a sound for a while—it should be said that there were two of them.Luo Wen had a smile on his face, and it seemed that he had watched all the way and smiled.

The air was still.

Qiao Xishui's back felt chills from his stare.

How did this man come here?

Qiao Xishui thought, how dare he come here? ?

There is a father and an enemy sitting in this room, how dare he come? ?

Liu Yiqing walked in, and the two girls behind him said "Hey" together, but they couldn't stop him in the end.

Liu Yiqing walked over slowly, as if he wanted to walk up to Qiao Xishui, but he was only two or three steps away, when suddenly there was a loud thunder in the room, and with a bang, a sword pierced the floor.

This sword is exactly Shen Yan.

An Xichen pressed Shen Yan with his hand, and a gust of wind blew up in the aura around his body, which made his clothes flutter slightly and his black hair scattered.

At that moment, he actually recovered all the cruelty and resentment of Mr. Henxi.Dark thunder surrounded him, if not for the snow-white robes, everyone would have thought that Mr. Hen Xi had returned.

An Xichen sat still, but the aura had spread to all corners of the room.

Holding the sword in his hand, he said in a hoarse voice, word by word.

"It's just in time, do you want to settle the score?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for comforting me...

I read all the comments!It's a pity that my Chinese skills are impressive and I don't know what to reply... I am always very grateful! ! !

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Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 out of [-];

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 28 bottles of Shenjiu; 4 bottles of Gudao; 1 bottle of wine;

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