Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Tang Wanqiu is not a lady who doesn't stay out of the door, but before the start of the lecture, she has been traveling alone for many years, and she has heard about Bai Ji's bad things-this old ghost family is proficient in imperial concubine. The skill of the beast, relying on the few big loaches they raised, is almost half of the emperor in the West Taihang area. The old and unscrupulous married countless beautiful female nuns and gave birth to more than ten children.

There is a saying that preciousness is not expensive, none of Bai Ji's more than ten sons and daughters has become a talent, either they fell by accident, or their cultivation base is not good enough, and their lifespan is exhausted. None of them has survived their old father who is like a tortoise from the sky. See who he overdos.

Crying for grandson now seems like a real thing!

Could it be that he can't even count on the eyeballs, but still counts on the eye sockets?

Tang Wanqiu was furious, and was about to choke, but the island owner waved his hand, stopping her from rubbing the fire.

I just heard the island master say politely and politely: "The disciples are young, and they speak without words. The palace master has a lot of people, so don't worry about it with the juniors. I think it is important to find your grandson right now. This time, the names of all the people in the lecture hall are recorded in the book." It is true that Ling Sun did not stay in the lecture hall, or he was curious for a while, and then felt that the exercises taught on the island were not eye-catching, and it is impossible to leave by himself-but since he has been here, someone must have seen it, if the White House The Lord has a portrait of Lingsun, I can send my disciples to help the Lord White House to ask about it on the island."

After hearing this, Yan Zhengming admired the island owner's magnanimity. He, the head of the sect, should become a monk halfway through the world. God listened, and casually said to Cheng Qian: "If someone gets a long worm in the pool behind us to make trouble, I will definitely not reason with them and call them out, let alone help them find someone."

Cheng Qian didn't seem to hear the introspection and disapproval in Yan Zhengming's words, and followed his voice: "It's time to fight."

Yan Zhengming glared at him. They usually gather their true energy and exercise their meridians, so they can more or less understand the pulse. He found out that Cheng Qian had unexplained internal injuries in addition to flesh injuries. He was so angry that he slapped him hard on the back With a slap, he said angrily: "If you don't adjust your breath, how can there be so much nonsense?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

What about conscience?He said only two words in total.

However, before he could refute, a warm current passed through Yan Zhengming's palm on his back, and went straight to his limbs. After a gentle turn, Cheng Qian narrowed his eyes involuntarily, but his youthful heart , refused to admit that the feeling of being taken care of by the elder brother was very ironic, and only muttered: "It's a lot."

Having said that, he finally let go of the hand that was holding Shuangren all the way, concentrated his mind, and silently recited the Jingjing Sutra.

The so-called people who reach out and don't hit the smiling face, let alone a smiling person at the level of the island owner, don't care whether Bai Ji is sincere for his grandson or has ulterior motives. Reluctantly, he said politely: "Yes, I also ask the island owner to make amends. The old children have all died, and only such a poorly qualified grandson is left. It is really..."

The island owner shook his head with his characteristic sad smile, and said generously: "It's human nature, and I will invite out the portrait of Ling Sun, so that the disciples can inquire more. The White House owner might as well bring someone to live on the island temporarily. The island is about to test the skills of the underachievers, if the Master of the White House is willing to take the time to give some pointers, it will be an inexhaustible blessing for them."

Not to mention the owner of the Westbound Palace of Bai Jitang, even if he is a donkey, at this time, the owner of the island let him pass by with a few words.

Bai Ji lowered his head, his eyes rolled a few times, because he was involuntarily taken away by the island owner, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious - the owner of the White House, with a body of thousands of gold, rushed all the way to the East China Sea, not because of his Even the name of the grandson has to be remembered for a while.

Cheng Qian closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, but he heard it from the beginning to the end. He had the ability to catch all the clues and think badly, but at this moment, he had already turned several corners in his heart, thinking: "It must not be so easy to end, otherwise Why did the island owner send someone to send us away as soon as there was chaos on the island?"

What does the island owner know?Who is that sneaky Zhou Hanzheng?Are all the masked people surnamed Zhou?Why didn't the island owner find an excuse to kill Zhou Hanzheng?

Also, why did Tang Wanqiu warn them not to mention Fuyao faction outside?

Xueqing and why...

When Cheng Qian thought of Xueqing, his heart was overwhelmed. Yan Zhengming, who was helping him to adjust his breath, felt it immediately. Taking Cheng Qian into his arms, he said in a low voice, "Xiao Qian, what's wrong?"

Cheng Qian felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but he felt that this place was not a good time to talk about their sect's affairs, so he swallowed the words abruptly by himself, but endured and said in a low voice: "I'll tell you when I get back."

At this time, under the urging of the island master, Bai Ji had no choice but to point to the sky, and a cloud of light white smoke flew from his fingertips, and then a phantom of a young man the size of a real person appeared in midair, and that The young man's face was blurry, floating in the air, with big eyes and small eyes for a while, in short, he didn't look like a person. It can be seen that Bai Ji probably couldn't remember the appearance of his "precious grandson".

Bai Ji's face was a bit embarrassed, and he reluctantly said: "This is my inferior grandson, if you have met him, Wan Wang will tell you."

The island owner glanced at Tang Wanqiu, Tang Wanqiu sized up the young man, and shook his head solemnly.

The island owner said: "Okay, tomorrow I will invite the video of fellow Daoist Bai to the side of the ring. Whether it is disciples or casual monks in the lecture hall, it is natural to say that if you see it, it is getting late today. First of all, the guests Let's go rest."

Seeing that the night attack on the West Palace had turned into a mighty squib, all the disciples wanted to put away their weapons one after another.

At this moment, the clinker mutated and regenerated.

I saw a figure rushing out suddenly, and rushed towards Bai Ji, but was swept away by Bai Ji's powerful true essence, and hit a big tree with his back. The white robe is probably a casual cultivator, and his cultivation level is not very high. This hit killed half of his life. Using both hands and feet, he crawled towards Bai Ji step by step with blood marks, and shouted: "Help, Palace Master! The White House!" Lord, I, I know the young master!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback, after all, judging from the portrait given by Bai Ji, even if her own mother came, she might not recognize her, let alone someone irrelevant.

Bai Ji just used his grandson's disappearance as an excuse. Hearing this, he was shocked for a moment. Immediately put away his coercion, and ordered his followers to help the loose cultivator up. He also took two steps forward, pretending to be pleasantly surprised. Grabbing the loose cultivator's arm: "You, what are you talking about? Have you met Yanli?"

Under the watchful eyes of all the rogue cultivators, regardless of the gold under the man's knees, he fell to his knees with a "plop" and cried bitterly: "Brother Bai has already died, and it must be my turn next!"

The frown between the island owner's eyebrows deepened, and he stepped forward slightly and said, "What's your name? Are you also a fellow Taoist who is studying in the lecture hall? Don't worry about it, I'll ask someone to heal your wounds first."

When his words faded away, that Sanxiu's face was about to be frightened out of his wits, he scrambled and hid behind Bai Ji, saying incessantly: "Palace Master, help me."

This attitude is simply treating the island owner as a scourge.

Although Bai Ji didn't understand why, he vaguely sensed something, so he went down the slope and said loudly: "What's going on, tell me."

The casual cultivator was struggling with two legs, and could hardly stand upright. He shivered and hid himself among a circle of disciples from the Westward Palace, and then said in a trembling voice: "We found out that there are people on this island who cultivate souls and ghosts. To start with those of us who have no clue about loose cultivators, Brother Bai secretly told me that he would investigate the matter thoroughly and report it to the island owner, but as a result, as a result... he was sucked in by the ghost cultivator's soul-eating lamp."

How long can an ordinary soul persist in refining without the ultimate cultivation and the rare perseverance in the world?And once it is refined, it will not be reborn forever, and the three souls and seven souls will become other people's puppets, without even being reincarnated, and can only wait to be wiped out.Hearing this, Bai Ji was finally aroused with a faint feeling of blood, and couldn't help being stunned.

Amidst the crowd's exclamation, Tang Wanqiu took the lead and asked, "Who do you think that Ghost Cultivator is?"

Her voice was earth-shattering, and the loose cultivator screamed, and sat down on the ground in fright, almost turned into an upside-down onion, rubbing the ground again and again, and said in a mess: "Don't kill me, island owner, don't kill me!" Kill me... Lord of the White House, save me!"

There are too many meanings in this sentence, Tang Wanqiu can understand it no matter how sticky it is, broom eyebrows immediately raised: "You said the island owner is that soul-stirring Ghost Cultivator? It's just nonsense!"

However, except for her, no one dared to be so confident, all the disciples were fine, those Sanxiu sects outside Qinglong Island exploded in a swarm - isn't the ghost cultivator just full of ghosts?Speaking of it this way, the island owner's haggard, frowning appearance is really a bit... No wonder he has been in seclusion all year round!

Think again, when the Fairy City first opened, didn't the monks encounter a big ghost cultivator on the way across the East China Sea?

Even in the magic way, ghost cultivators are extremely cruel and rare. It is rare to meet one in 800 years. How could it be such a coincidence to meet one on the road of Xianshi?

Since it appeared nearby, the Great Demon Cultivator might be a powerful fellow on the island, or even a certain powerful incarnation.

Tang Wanqiu couldn't bear it anymore and said: "What are you wastes? Even if the island masters soul refining, is it the turn of you people with low cultivation? Wouldn't it be better to arrest me?"

As soon as this remark came out, the voice of discussion in the crowd suddenly dropped. Tang Wanqiu was justified. With the ability of Qinglong Island Master, it is no problem to catch a few Yuanshen monks. There is really no need to use a group of low-level cultivation Casual repairs that cannot be submerged in the valve.

Tang Wanqiu couldn't speak, but it didn't mean her mind was unclear, so she continued her efforts immediately: "That boy, do you dare to report your name? Who is your name? What evidence is there that there are ghost cultivators on the island? Lectures Once every ten days in the hall, fellow Taoists also exchanged a lot in private on the way, so no one will know if one person is missing out of thin air? Who are you sent to slander the island owner? Tell me!"

Those who were a little more sensitive at the scene had already smelled the smell of conspiracy.

Cheng Qian had an ominous premonition, so he immediately got rid of distracting thoughts and took the time to adjust his breath.He didn't care about the uproar in the venue, he said he could enter the meditation, so Yan Zhengming had to silently protect him.

As long as Cheng Qian is not injured or bleeding, Yan Zhengming will always have an illusion in his heart when he looks at his junior brother's blood-stained face that is more jade-like because of his paleness, as if Cheng Qian is a man made of iron.

The casual cultivator cried out in hiding: "I am as cultivated as an ant. If I had nowhere to go, how dare I frame Qinglong Island Master? I don't want to die? You are naturally powerful, you are all famous, and you all have origins Who cares about the lives of us rootless casual cultivators?"

Tang Wanqiu seemed to want to stab him into a honeycomb with a sword right now: "Bah, what evidence is there for one-sided claims?"

Sanxiu said: "Of course there are. Brother Bai said that by chance, he saw the refined ghost near the island master's retreat, and there must be a soul-eating lamp there!"

Everyone immediately exploded the pot with a "boom".

This matter is almost unheard of, and the evidence says nothing.

Regardless of whether there is a soul-eating lamp or not, it is impossible for the Azure Dragon Island Master to allow others to search the cave where he practiced in seclusion.

That is the head of the Four Sages, the Master of the World!

No matter how dazed Bai Ji was, he still didn't dare to bring up the matter of searching the island owner's cave.

At this time, a person laughed loudly and said: "This fellow Taoist is talking nonsense, is it possible that he wants to encourage everyone to rebel on Qinglong Island?"

Everyone looked back and saw that Zhou Han was leading a group of black crow-like masked men over. These masked men didn't show up when they were flying swords in the sky, but only when they fell on the ground and walked. ——The team of these people is extremely neat, and everyone's physical appearance is almost the same.

Yan Zhengming watched coldly, and suddenly remembered that in the lecture hall, Zhou Han was encouraging Cheng Qian to "worship under his sect"—Yan Zhengming couldn't help but speculate for a while, what sect and sect this Zhou is, and what is his origin?

As soon as Zhou Han raised his hand, all the masked people behind him stopped together, and no one took an extra step.

He opened the folding fan, shook it in front of his chest a few times, and said: "Zhou has inherited the kindness of the island master, and has been a law protector on the island for many years. He has to say a word for the innocence of his own island master—to identify ghosts and demons." Xiu, it is not necessary to see his natal soul-eating lamp with his own eyes. The soul of a ghost practitioner is filthy. He only needs to borrow a soul mirror to see it. How can my island owner have anything to do with those evil spirits and heretics? "

Bai Ji glanced at Zhou Hanzheng's shit-stirring stick suspiciously, not sure what his background was for a moment, just now that inexplicable casual cultivator appeared, he had already sensed another force on the island, and said cautiously: "According to As far as I know, there is only one soul mirror in the world, which hangs on the main hall of the palace, so is it possible that we want to break into the palace together?"

Zhou Hanzheng said with a smile: "It's been a long time since the Lord of the White House didn't ask about the world - when the first emperor, the soul mirror was already given to Tianyan. Just in case, I carry this mirror with me."

This sentence was like boiling water, even Tang Wanqiu was stunned: "Why are you from Tianyan?"

The island owner didn't respond. It must have been at the secret pier just now. When Zhou Han was turning his back on him, he had already guessed a thing or two in his heart, but he had worked hard enough to cultivate his energy and didn't let the juniors see it.

The Tianyan Department is affiliated with the Qin Tianjian of the current dynasty, and it is a person of the mortal court. In name, it seems that no one can control the affairs of "immortals". Although it is conceivable that the Tianyan Department will definitely invite monks However, in most people's hearts, they still feel that this is a matter of two worlds.

Many people may have never seen a living official from the Tianyan Department until the fall and ascension.

Zhou Han replied nonchalantly: "Oh, a jobless person with no background, no school, no family background, can't compare to the people behind you who have a false name and make a living."

The rogue cultivator hiding behind the West Palace clapped his hands at Zhou Hanzheng in extreme embarrassment and said, "Guardian Zuo is an upright person, if he doesn't distinguish the good from the bad, the younger generation deserves to be like this."

He tried his best to straighten his waist, and there was a bit of tragic meaning in his words. Zhou Han just glanced at him, but raised a hand without saying a word, and a masked man immediately came forward knowingly, holding a small package, Inside was a simple bronze mirror, the corners were worn out, and the mirror surface was a little dirty.

Zhou Han was making a hand gesture, and said softly: "Get up."

The bronze mirror flew up into the air in response to the sound, turned around slowly, and landed on his own head, only to see a beam of moonlight reflected in the mirror, falling on top of his head, casting a long shadow of Zhou Hanzheng.

It's no different than a normal shadow.

Zhou Han looked down and said with a smile: "It seems that Zhou has three souls and seven souls are safe, so there is no problem."

Yan Zhengming's heart jumped wildly. Although he didn't know what role Zhou Han was playing, he also knew that this person was helping Qinglong Island openly and stabbing him secretly.

There are three thousand ways of magic, and the way of ghosts is extremely vicious. They are the worst of the three. Will the Qinglong island master join them?

In the past, Yan Zhengming wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death, but since the casual cultivator came out to identify him, he found that the island owner hadn't said a word, and he couldn't help feeling agitated.

When he met Jiang Peng, he was so young that he was so impressed. Even now, he is disgusted with the ghosts from the bottom of his heart. The island owner has sheltered him for so long. If he really...

Yan Zhengming looked sideways at the island owner, not knowing what to do for a while.

He glanced at Cheng Qian again, seeing that the kid seemed to be deaf to everything around him and full of concentration, so he had no choice but to bow down in his heart.

The island owner remained silent for a while, and there were already discussions all around. Yan Zhengming raised his head and glanced at the soul mirror that seemed to penetrate the past and the present, and suddenly a thought came to his mind-Ren Yawen said that every generation of the Fuyao sect will produce evildoers. Will someone accidentally go astray?

This idea flashed by, but Yan Zhengming's heart was stabbed lightly, making him feel like a stick in his throat. His eyes swept over Li Yun, Han Yuan and the puddle. Li Yun was smart and cautious, a little cautious. Timid, doesn't seem to be out of the circle, Han Yuan is far less interested in spiritual practice than inquiring about "Zhang's parents and Li's family's shortcomings", puddles... Sigh, even though he is still young, he has already shown signs of heartlessness.

In the end, his passion fell on Cheng Qian involuntarily.

There was still blood on Cheng Qian's face, but he looked extremely peaceful because he was in meditation.

Yan Zhengming only imagined this possibility for a while, and his heart was pulled hard. He stared blankly at Cheng Qian for a long time, and then the most unbiased leader in history thought silently: "What's the use of thinking about this?" ?Even if there is such a day for Xiaoqian, I will not attack him anyway, the worst is to hide him."