The troubles of the teenage villain

Feng Shao is now dressed as a Taoist Jiuying, so he doesn't join those sect cultivators, and chats with a few casual cultivators who are looking through the dead man's bag.

Although the mask of Taoist Jiuying is quite representative, it may be too representative, so many casual cultivators follow suit, especially when they do some unsightly things, such as looting and looting.Pingrong Prefecture is bordered by Henan Jingzhou, so it is inevitable that Feng Shao's mask does not make the other party think too much, because they also wear masks, but they are not as high-level as Ruyi Face, they are some low-level magic weapons.

The leader, Na Sanxiu, received a few pieces of spirit stones, and saw that Feng Shao and his party had high cultivation and mighty power, so he spoke endlessly and respectfully: "Senior, I don't know anything, since the Nanhua Spiritual Realm that happened every 50 years two years ago After opening it, all the monks with treasure stickers have entered the spiritual realm. The strange thing is that no one has come out of the spiritual realm for two years! No, something strange happened in this spiritual realm a few days ago, the restriction was broken, and the spiritual realm was burned Except, there is not even a strand of hair left..."

Another casual cultivator couldn't help but said, "It's really weird. I heard that when the spiritual realm was destroyed, all the monsters running around all escaped the disaster."

"I heard that the monks who went to the spiritual realm are all dead. Most of these dead monks are disciples of big sects and cultivation families. There are many good things on them..."

Feng Shao's face turned pale, Yuan Hao also frowned and turned his head sideways, holding his hand to comfort him: "Father, mother is strong, she is definitely not in this list."

"No matter how strong the strength is, can it be stronger than the Nanhua Spiritual Realm? Even the Nanhua Spiritual Realm has been destroyed like this, can you still live? If it is a great ability..."

"That's right, even the elder Nascent Soul of our sect died unfortunately, your mother is afraid that the corpse will stink?" After hearing this, the practitioners of several sects nearby turned their heads and laughed.

"Go and see if your mother's magic robe has been stripped off by this group of poor and crazy rogue cultivators!" After laughing, a disciple of a sect did not forget to ask a few rogue cultivators here to yell: "This is my favorite!" In the land of the Dingmen, people and wealth will belong to me regardless of life or death, so if you are sensible, hurry up and hand over the bag you just stole!"

Those casual cultivators are not willing to obey. Although there are hundreds of corpses here, touching the corpses is also risky. Many cultivators, especially high-level cultivators, will impose restrictions on themselves to prevent the kits from being stolen.Of course, this is only guarded against when a person is alive, but the prohibition is not lifted after death. These casual repairs have also paid for labor and injury.

It was hard to get rid of a few kits, and the people of these sects would take them away with a word, without any hard work. The casual cultivators were all indignant, but there was nothing they could do about it.

"Hey, I think you might as well go down to accompany your wife one by one, and let us take care of these good things on your body!" Some people looked greedily at Feng Shao and his party, as if they could see how to deal with magic weapons. The rank of the gown is not low.

Yuan Hao's black eyes gradually turned red, but he smiled brighter and brighter, and in a flash, he grabbed the nearest sect disciple.The disciple of that sect had already established the foundation, but even so, before the other party had time to sacrifice the altar tripod, he smelled a strange smell of blood.

Keng!

Yuan Hao's flying sword is actually just a bluff, with nothing fancy. In fact, that disciple has already been ruined by him. If it weren't for the crowds here, he would have eaten the other party's essence, blood, and soul. .

The disciple let out a scream. Originally, although his physical body was not injured, it was because of the pain of his Dharma body, but because of this, he lost his resistance, and finally let Yuan Hao easily strike a sword, ending his life.

"You—" All the cultivators from the same sect as this disciple glared at him, "Little casual cultivator, you are so bold! Do you know who we are? We are inner disciples of the Zhiding Sect!"

Yuan Hao smiled sweetly: "Curse my mother to die, and humiliate my mother, then let your corpses stink."

The four or five cultivators were immediately furious, and when they disagreed, they started fighting, involving so many people, of course Yuan Hao couldn't do it alone, Chuan Yi had already stepped forward.But he didn't sacrifice the dharma arrows, maybe he didn't think it was necessary to kill a chicken with a butcher's knife.

With the addition of Chuan Yi, it is basically easy to deal with a few Foundation Establishment disciples, and there will be a few more corpses here in a short while.

Yuan Hao looked at the other sect disciples who were watching the show with his hands behind his back, and the expression of ridicule on his face became stronger: "Who wants to take care of our things?"

After showing such a trick, no one would dare to stand up, at most curse a few words and then go away like a bird or a beast.

So far, Feng Shao didn't do anything. Seeing other casual cultivators showing vigilance, he calmed down a little: "We don't have any malicious intentions, but we don't want people from the sect to bully us casual cultivators like this." The kit bag of several people who died is in his hands. His cultivation base is a lot higher than these people, so of course he is not afraid of any restraint by the protective bag.

After taking it back into his hands, Feng Shao casually sent it back to those casual cultivators, who were flattered, as if they couldn't believe that there were still people willing to let go of the money they got.

Feng Shao said casually: "The casual cultivators in the world belong to one family."

Upon hearing this, a casual cultivator suddenly asked: "Did senior come from the four states?"

"That's right, casual cultivators from the four prefectures often say this. I heard that the casual cultivators there live in peace. Is it true?"

"I heard that people from the Sanxiu League help them kill monsters. Is it true?"

Yuan Hao seemed to see that his father was not in the mood, but he had been with his parents for so many years, watching how they built the Four-State League, he was naturally fascinated by it, and now he smiled innocently, and replied on behalf of his father: "We They came from the four states, and the four states are not stable. Whether the Sanxiu League has killed monsters or not, everyone will know as soon as they go. But I can assure you, at least there are no bully sects who bully our Sanxiu!"

A group of casual cultivators immediately yearned for it, but before they had time to ask more, they saw that the senior Yu Jian had already taken his son and others to fly to the ruins of the Nanhua Spiritual Realm.

There is indeed nothing left in the Nanhua Lingjing at this time, except for a broken wall scattered around, there is no restriction at all. In the past, these scenery can only be seen after entering the Lingjing with treasure stickers.At this time, the face has been fully revealed, but it is fragmented and completely damaged.

Looking at this tragic scene, Feng Shao felt very uneasy, not because he was afraid that Feng Bai would disappear, the two had been fused for decades, so that one would not be lost and the other would not feel anything.What's more, Feng Bai is not an ordinary person.He was just afraid that Feng Bai would be seriously injured here. After all, the Daoist Yuanying who entered the spiritual realm was not spared... and thinking of Feng Bai's suffering at Biyun back then made him feel even more uncomfortable, angry that Feng Bai was too persistent In addition to the map of the mountains and rivers, he blamed himself for failing to calculate the time of retreat, and for not being able to accompany him to protect his safety.

They searched here for a long time but still couldn't find any trace of Feng Bai, even if Feng Shao used the smelling incense prepared by He Luan, he still didn't smell the breath of Feng Bai in the Nanhua Lingjing.It can be seen that it is not hidden, most of them are really not here.

Since he is not here, but can go elsewhere, it proves that the injury is not that serious.

Feng Shao persuaded himself to be at ease, led Yuan Hao, Chuan Yi and others to leave this place, and when he was expanding the search area, he unexpectedly encountered acquaintances at the ruins of Lingjing—one group of meditation practitioners, all dressed in fine clothes. The non-dyed cassock, solemnly adorned with precious treasures, held a silver and copper sand bowl in his hand, soaked in perfume, sprinkled with poplar branches that are not afraid of wind and snow, as if he was teaching and giving.

It's hard for one of them not to be eye-catching, not only because the other party has a strong coercion, but this coercion is actually after being suppressed, but because this person does not have a dignified appearance at all, and the monk's robes are not formally dressed, although he looks handsome. , but act recklessly, not like an ascetic monk.

When Feng Shao recognized someone, he was also recognized, after all, the distance between the two sides was only more than ten zhang.

When Cijue looked up and saw the red-robed youth, his eyes were slightly bright, and then he walked out of the monk team, stepping on nothingness, and his words seemed a little surprised: "Shao'er, I didn't even notice that you were here?"

Feng Shao probably knew how the other party used to perceive his tracks, but thinking that the ring had been thrown into the sky by Feng Bai, he quickly changed the subject: "How did the uncle come here?"

Cijue raised his eyebrows, but he sighed: "Hui Yin, my disciple presided over by Bodhi, and several inner disciples came to this Nanhua Lingjing with treasure stickers, but unfortunately suffered a disaster and fell. After doing this, so that their souls can rest in peace, and they will not suffer from broken souls and distracted spirits."

Even if it's the host's direct disciple, he's dead after all. Asking the elders of the Void Return Stage to lead the team to do things, wouldn't it be too much face?Feng Shao had doubts in his heart, he looked at the meditation practitioners over there from the corner of his eye, and they were indeed chanting sutras, but the doubts did not disappear, on the contrary, they became more serious.

If it's normal, Feng Shao knows that the other party's dialect is endless, and he will never ask more questions without knowing the interest, and the perfunctory one or two is over.But because Feng Bai's safety was involved at this time, he couldn't help but be alarmed, especially when there was no clue.So he also sighed, and said: "Master's sorrow, the Nanhua Spiritual Realm has existed for thousands of years, and it has been opened every 50 years, and there has never been any trouble. I never thought that such a catastrophe would happen suddenly. I really don't know what happened. Something? Does the uncle have an idea?"

Ci Jue shook his head, but his eyes fell on the young man beside Feng Shao. The young man was very delicate and beautiful, but with a hint of evil.Others might not be able to notice it, but as a Void Returner, he is still a Zen practitioner, so he is very sensitive to the devil energy, and seeing that the young man is intimate with Feng Shao, that's why he didn't do anything.But his eyes were also deep, he smiled and asked: "Shaoer, who is this?"

Seeing that Yuan Hao was going to call him father, Feng Shao hurriedly said: "My uncle Taixuan's son, Yuan Hao, does the uncle of the Central Plains Committee know about it? Now he is with me, so I can take care of him." Saying, So he asked Yuan Hao to call someone.

Yuan Hao didn't like it when he saw this meditation practice. Apart from instinctive disgust, there was something else. He always didn't like the other party looking at his father.In fact, he can't stand his mother's dangerous aura, he is naturally afraid, but the former is disgusted, and the latter has a mother-child relationship after all. Knowing that the danger is only superficial, it also eliminates his defenses.

Although disgusted, Yuan Hao also called "Master Uncle" with a smile, then turned his eyes to Feng Shao and urged: "Father, let's not delay, go find your mother."

As soon as these words came out, Cijue's face suddenly became playful. He frowned with a smile, and looked at Feng Shao: "Mother? I don't even know when Shao'er will have a Taoist companion." At the end, he did not forget to add : "Brother Tai Yin is also the same, and he doesn't tell me about his love and apprenticeship."

As soon as Feng Shao heard the word Tai Yin, Feng Shao was frightened immediately, hating Yuan Hao's unscrupulous words, and forced a smile on his face: "Master uncle saw it, it was Yuan Hao who was screaming, why did I have anything?" Daoist companion? If it is really a joint nationality, according to the relationship between the master and the uncle, how can we not tell the uncle?"

Cijue raised his eyebrows, and squinted at Feng Shao: "It's good that Shaoer understands this principle. Playing around outside is playing around, but joining the family is always the right thing. Although you came from the sect, you are still a direct disciple of Kunlun. You can’t go beyond the rules. If your master knows about this title just now, you’re just afraid you’ll get angry.”

Naturally, Feng Shao could hear the meaning, and said with great relish: "Uncle Master taught you the right thing." Then he put on a serious and angry look, and said to Yuan Hao: "I told you not to call me indiscriminately, I am not your father, and he also Not your mother."

Yuan Hao pursed his lips, even if he knew that his father was pretending to be seen by others, he would feel wronged, even on behalf of his mother, this bald donkey is really annoying, his father and mother are fine, why come here to make trouble like this.In the future, he will definitely complain to his mother, so that this bald donkey can't eat and walk around.

But in his heart he was slandering, but Yuan Hao nodded obediently and listened to the training on his face, only his black eyes were bright, showing a sly look.

The author has something to say: ※Small theater (Feng Xiaoshao teaches Tang poetry)

※Feng Xiaoshao: At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drops to the soil...

※Mushroom: Daddy, guess how many people are there on Hoe He Ri?

※Feng Xiaoshao: ...one.

※Mushroom: No.

※He Xiaoluan: Three!At noon on the day of hoeing, dripping sweat and dropping soil ※Mushroom: Not right!

※Feng Xiaobai: There are five.Unexpectedly, there are "dinners on the plate", and "lili" is also very hard.

※This theater is purely picking up people’s wisdom, and cannot directly look at the author of Tang poetry to retaliate against society o(*////▽////*)q