Attunement into fine rules

Mr. Song's beard trembled when he saw this man, and he was obviously emotional, but he still patiently stepped forward and said to the young man, "Dong Zhenren, Er Zhuang has entered Fushan, and he came to see us today."

"Oh, you entered Fushan?" Dong Zhenren smiled, looking up and down Er Zhuang with a pair of eyes, "I don't know which fairy mountain is high?"

There are very few cultivators who are ugly. Although he is not ugly, he gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Being looked at by him like this feels like being stared at by some disgusting animal.

"What's none of your business?!" Er Zhuang was a child, who clearly expressed his likes and dislikes, and sat on the back of the crane to scold him on the spot.

"Yo, you have a big temper." Instead of being angry because of this, Dong Zhenren laughed.

Mr. Song hastily walked over a few steps and stopped between Er Zhuang and Dong Zhenren: "Er Zhuang is working under the sect of Elder Yun Zhen, a newly recruited true disciple. Surely Dong Zhenren has heard of the Second Young Master Wei? He and Er Zhuang were in Ordinary people recognize it, so they asked for it through the outer door."

"Second Master Wei? The mortal who follows Elder Yun Zhen's disciple and can help monks break through?" Dong Zhenren narrowed his eyes slightly, "I heard people say that he has the first-class appearance of a god, but it's a pity that he is sixteen or seventeen, no matter how good-looking he is. It's not very interesting, but I haven't seen it."

Everything that Er Zhuang has now can be said to be given by Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan's position in Er Zhuang's heart is unmatched.

When Er Zhuang heard this person judge Wei Yuan as "not very interesting" in a contemptuous tone, he immediately felt offended, and wanted to reply angrily, but Mr. Song turned his head and shouted at him: "What are you still doing here? Go back quickly!"

Mr. Song has a kind temper and has always been very patient with these children. It was the first time Er Zhuang saw Mr. Song shouting at him, and he was stunned.

Seeing this, Shuan Zhu also yelled: "Er Zhuang, hurry up, Brother Min died in his hands!!!"

At this time, Er Zhuang also realized that the situation was wrong. The so-called hero does not suffer from immediate losses, so he hurriedly drove the crane into the sky, intending to return to Fushan.

"Old man, how dare you spoil my good deeds!"

Dong Zhenren gave Mr. Song a vicious look, knocked him down with a palm on the chest, and then called out the sword light, and Yu Feijian chased after Er Zhuang.

Linxia is extremely human, while singing loudly in the air, while waving her wings, she tried her best to fly towards the direction of Fushan.

Er Zhuang hugged Linxia's neck tightly, the high-altitude cold wind blew across his cheeks, and he heard the sound of swords piercing the air from behind him, no one could help him at this time.

Even though Mr. Song and Mr. Ming have the intention to help each other, they are both old low-level monks with mixed spirit roots, but they are in the second and third levels of the Qi refining period, and they can only use some small spells to fool children.

In this life, I will stop here, and I can't even fly with the sword.

Otherwise, it would not take the extremely precious time for the monks to take care of and teach them these new disciples of the outer sect.

Er Zhuang knew that Zhenren Dong was still following closely behind him, so he closed his eyes and shouted: "You killed brother Min, you are a bad person, my son will not let you go!!!"

"You won't let me go? Hahaha, little boy, do you even know who I am?" Dong Zhenren laughed behind him, "The floating mountain you are staying in belongs to the true disciple of Elder Yun Zhen." Right? You don’t mention her, Mr. Wei Er is just a mortal, how can you let you boast so much?!”

"But you see, many monks are respectful to Young Master Wei?" Dong Zhenren continued to say triumphantly, "It's just some new Jianjin pills, even if they all come to me to settle accounts, let's see if I'm not afraid ?”

"You skinny, stinky shit, rotten yin and yang!" Er Zhuang scolded, "Just looking at you makes me sick, get out of here!!!"

Er Zhuang grew up in the countryside, and his grandmother was a well-known shrew in the village, who could pull out flowers when she cursed.

He didn't like to swear at people, and he would pay more attention to this aspect after being with the young master, but this Dong Zhenren is obviously not a good person, he killed Brother Min, and just now he slapped Mr. Song.

So at the moment, he also used his grandma's three or four levels of skill, and scolded Zhenren Dong bloody along the way.

Dong Zhenren still had a smile on his face at the beginning, but later Er Zhuang's curse hit his sore spot, and suddenly turned his face and said: "Stinky boy, shame on you!"

"Didn't you say that Mr. Wei Er won't let me go? Well, I'll let you die under his nose, and see what he can do to me?!"

After speaking, Er Zhuang flicked his fingers, screamed, and saw a piercing wind blade across his left arm, blood spilled out, staining a small piece of his sleeve red.

Looking at Dong Zhenren behind him, he was short of breath, and showed a morbid expression of excitement after seeing the blood: "Not bad, really good... I haven't played like this before."

In this way, Dong Zhenren was like playing with the prey in his palm, chasing behind Er Zhuang, sending a wind blade at Er Zhuang from time to time, admiring the child's tender screams of pain and blood after being injured, he came to the sky above Fushan.

In the end, Dong Zhenren summoned a wind tornado, threw Er Zhuang and Lin Xia high, and then slammed them down to the ground.

He probably lost his interest and thought that Er Zhuang and Lin Xia must die, so he didn't chase after him.

If it is an ordinary person, it is indeed certain to die.

Wei Yuan was sitting in front of the desk, a stick of incense had been burned out in the furnace, and his gray eyeballs gradually turned to normal black.

"My lord, what do you think?" Wei Lang walked up to him, leaned over and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing." Wei Yuan said slowly, his eyelids half closed, covering the killing intent that flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

That Dong Zhenren said——

"Do you even know who I am?"

There is a sense of superiority in the words.

Perhaps because of this, Er Zhuang was unwilling to tell him the truth, for fear of causing him trouble.

If the sisters of the Feng family had encountered this incident, they would have been impatient to file a complaint.

But Er Zhuang was different. Although he was still a child, he used to live a bad life at the bottom of the folk. After following Wei Yuan, he gradually became more cheerful, and often had more scruples to consider.

Seeing that Wei Yuan was indeed unhindered, Wei Lang heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Daoist Yuan Bai is here."

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "I happen to have something to ask him."

Yuan Bai is at Wei Yuan's side now, so he comes and goes quite often.

Because Yuan Bai often went down the mountain to pick up newcomers, Wei Yuan would ask him to bring some seeds, fruits and vegetables, and letters to Wei Lu and Wei Ji Da Zhuang, and Wei Lu and Wei Ji Da Zhuang would also send back letters, as well as homemade oil, refined salt, Sugar, sweet potato vermicelli skin or something.

Although lichen said that it was a long way to Xianmen Mountain, it was actually more convenient than communicating with the eldest son in the imperial city. The shoes made the first day could be worn on the eldest son's feet the next day.

Anyway, with the storage ring, Yu Jian's flight is faster than any other means of transportation in the world.

Wei Yuan described the incident to Yuan Bai, as well as Dong Zhenren's appearance and clothing, Yuan Bai frowned and said, "This man is the son of Elder Fu Yi."

"If he dares to disturb the young master, we will definitely not obey... But since the little servant boy is fine this time, the young master can forget it."

"Tell me." Wei Yuan gently stroked the white porcelain teacup with his fingers, his face remained calm, "Is your cultivation level high? Is he someone you can't mess with?"

"Cultivation is not very high in this sect, the second level of Jindan." Yuan Bai took a deep breath, "It's just that there are people above."

"Elder Fuyi's secular surname is Dong, he is Fenglinggen, and he is also one of the elders with the highest seniority in our sect. A hundred years ago, he was said to have taken thousands of wives and concubines in the mortal world, and finally gave birth to a few out of tens of thousands of children. There are several people with spiritual roots, and one of them has a wind spirit root exactly like him, and the one he brought up with him like a treasure is this real Dong."

"Are there many such things in Xianmen?" Wei Yuan asked in surprise.

No ordinary stallion.

"There is only Elder Fu Yi." Yuan Bai explained, "If ordinary cultivators get involved too much with the world of mortals, they will be afraid of affecting their Dao heart. It's just that Elder Fu Yi had a Taoist couple before, and the son he gave birth to with his Taoist couple was ordinary. Fetus, although he was called the emperor and could enjoy the highest honor in the world, but he died before the end of his life, and he probably suffered a catastrophe from this."

"If the heart is not broken, the road cannot continue to move forward, so you will act like this."

After hearing this, Wei Yuan asked, "Why don't you see other founding patriarchs, such as Elder Yun Zhen, have such heartbreak?"

"Xianzhong entered the Taoist sect when he was young, and even if he becomes a Taoist couple when he becomes an adult, most of them will not have children for fear of affecting the Tao. They say they are descendants, but in fact they basically support the children of their own brothers and sisters." Yuan Bai replied, "Like Elder Fu Yi, this kind of situation is very rare."

"In short, everyone in Xianmen knows that Dong Zhenren has evil habits, but he just went to the outer gate to find some boys with mixed spiritual roots and no relationship background. In addition, Elder Fuyi protected his shortcomings, so the higher-ups also turned a blind eye Just close your eyes and let him go."

Wei Yuan inquired about Dong Zhenren's background, and talked to Yuan Bai for a while, Yuan Bai then left.

Seeing that Wei Yuan didn't say anything radical, Yuan Bai was relieved, but felt that Wei Yuan's attitude was too calm.

After Yuan Bai left, Wei Yuan looked at the sky, put down the teacup in his hand and said to Wei Lang, "It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days, go and ask someone to post a post, and invite Dong Zhenren from Elder Fu Yi's side to come over. Let’s enjoy the Mid-Autumn Festival together.”

……

Wei Yuan has quite a lot of contacts in Xianmen now, sending a post is still a breeze.

Zhenren Dong held the lottery of Su Baiyue shadow in his hand, and said casually to Elder Chao Fuyi: "Father, Second Master Wei invited me to the banquet."

Cultivators often have good looks, especially for a powerful person like Elder Fu Yi, who looks to be about the same age as Dong Zhenren, wearing a gossip robe, with smooth skin and sparse eyebrows: "I heard that you almost killed his waiter. child?"

"Since I have invited you to a banquet, why not accompany Mr. Wei Er then."

"I'm not with you, he can afford it!" Dong Zhenren rolled his eyes, "It's just a mortal."

"You can't say that, he has the ability to make monks break through." Elder Fu Yi shook his head lightly, "In another ten or eight years, middle-level cultivators in our sect will benefit from it, and that is a force that should not be underestimated." Power. And in another three to five hundred years, middle-level cultivators will surely jump to the upper level, and it will be even more serious in Jieshi."

"Father, you think too much. Can mortals live for three to five hundred years? Even if Mr. Wei Er has such luck, he must have such a fate." Dong Zhenren said with a smile, "son, let's go and see this time, his gourd What kind of medicine are they selling?"

"Maybe Gao Zhi'er, who wanted to climb up to my father, took the opportunity of watching the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and gave me that little boy."

"...You." Elder Fu Yi shook his head and smiled, although he tried to persuade Dong Zhenren a few words, he didn't really take it seriously in his heart.

As the elder of this sect, he knows very well who are the people on Wei Yuan's side.

Except for a true disciple who didn't draw qi into his body, and a servant boy with three spiritual roots, the rest are mortals, and Young Master Wei is even disabled.

His son is a Jindan real person, what can happen if he goes there?