A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

In fact, it is easy to understand that Meng Xianjue's first battle disturbed the Dharma sect that had been peaceful and peaceful for nearly a hundred years.

Some timid disciples even imposed multiple layers of restrictions outside the meditation room for meditation, because they were worried that ghosts would come in when they were studying Buddhism, but even with such a layer of restrictions, the disciples dared not really let go of their hearts , the heart is in a mess, so, for the past few days, the fazong is full of smog.

Meng Xianjue's tone was flat and calm: "Someone from Jianzong's side couldn't hold back for a long time and threatened to support Fazong, but Master Chenghua of Lanyin Temple, the head of Fazong, stood still and said some stupid things that would not help me... "

I don't know if it was Cheng Weiwan's illusion, but he saw some dark red in Meng Xianjue's pupils.

It seemed that those dark and deep eyes were stained with some bright blood-like oil paint.

Meng Xianjue wrapped his fingertips around Cheng Weiwan's hair, and said softly: "Fazong got cheap and behaved. When the Ghost Sect was destroyed, they were the ones who took over the most resources of the Ghost Sect. They made the most profits. What they are doing now is just to let the ghost sect fall. Everyone thought they were merciful, and they just sat firmly in the Fazong's seat."

"Then since your raid, have they done anything?"

Meng Xianjue stroked the smooth edge of the snow-white porcelain cup, and said softly: "They had a war meeting all day long."

Suddenly he paused, and the corner of his mouth lightly curled up: "We are discussing whether to carry out their compassion to the end, or to resist in one fell swoop."

It doesn't need to be said by Meng Xianjue, Cheng Weiwan also knows that Fazong is not a pure place in the full sense.Since Chenghua became the abbot of Fazong, Fazong began to go downhill.The pure place of Buddhism, which was originally indifferent to the world, has gradually become more colorful.

Most of the people in Fazong support Chenghua, and the remaining small group of people who support immediate counterattack are the ones who didn't think too much and reacted normally.

Meng Xianjue looked up at the dark sky outside the window, and murmured, "It's already at this point, they won't make any more moves."

Cheng Weiwan also followed Meng Xianjue's gaze, and saw that the setting sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the sky had turned a dull orange-brown.

The clouds in the sky were black and red, like a sticky pool of dirty blood.

"Indeed, if they didn't take advantage of your serious injury today, they would have lost their best chance."

Meng Xianjue turned his head to look at Cheng Weiwan: "They are waiting for Xuanwei, Chenghua and him are already the same."

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

For some reason, Cheng Weiwan suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

It starts with Meng Xianjue saying that Chenghua and Xuanwei are the same breed.

It was as if there was an unexpected violent storm in his heart, and this thunder storm seemed to be hiding something that could not wait to come out of his mind.

Judging from the current situation, Fazong has been in meditation for many years, and the turmoil outside has not affected them at all. They are definitely not without the strength to resist, and there are already people from Jianzong who want to support Fazong, but Chenghua still stays put. Therefore, it is not difficult to draw the judgment that Fazong is waiting for Xuanwei and not doing anything.

But Meng Xianjue's reaction was too normal, this kind of calm always gave Cheng Weiwan a feeling.

Meng Xianjue knew something from the beginning.

Sensing Cheng Weiwan's gaze, Meng Xianjue turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Weiwan shook his head and didn't say much.

He knew that Meng Xianjue had deliberated in hiding it from him, and he didn't want to involve himself in complicated disputes.Meng Xianjue's rebuilt Mengjia Mountain Villa is like an iron barrel, surrounded by strict barriers and restrictions. Even an ant crawling into Mengjia Mountain Villa from the outside will be recorded.

It is even stricter than the current 360-degree surveillance without dead ends.

And Cheng Weiwan knew very well that as long as he didn't leave the ghost sect, Meng Xianjue would have a way to know even if he wanted to commit suicide, so he quickly came from thousands of miles away to stop him.

As long as he is inside, there will be no danger.

In this Meng family villa, he is like a carefully raised bird. The bird's feathers are exquisite and beautiful, and its eyes are full of purity and trust. The world outside the cage is unfathomable and full of dangers, but inside the cage is Ease and leisure.

But Cheng Weiwan didn't want to be that little bird.

The bird can only be kept in a cage for people to hold in the palm of their hand to enjoy, maybe it can be put into a painting and hung on the wall. A "lifelike" bird sealed on paper.

He didn't want the ease of hiding behind Meng Xianjue's back.

It was the safety and freedom wrapped in sugar wrappers, and sugar was added to the blood shed and the things she saw.

What he wants is to be able to stand side by side with Meng Xianjue, to be a strong person who can rely on each other with Meng Xianjue.

Knowing what Meng Xianjue was doing secretly behind his back these days, Cheng Weiwan was no longer so worried, and just urged Meng Xianjue to go back to his room to recuperate.

Meng Xianjue has always listened to Cheng Weiwan's words, just as he stood up, Cheng Weiwan suddenly chased him and added: "Rest well tonight, don't come over."

Meng Xianjue couldn't help laughing, but still answered patiently: "Okay."

Cheng Weiwan was worried, and he didn't let out a sigh of relief until he watched Meng Xianjue disappear from his sight.

After that, he rubbed the back of his neck, and used his fingers to draw a circle around the outline of the Half-Life Talisman. The more he drew, the more he lost his train of thought.

How to solve the half-life talisman.

Meng Xianjue's condition was not good, he could feel the irritable factor in Meng Xianjue's body that was almost uncontrollable.

It can't go on like this, but how to solve the half-life talisman?

Cheng Weiwan didn't like to think about things that he was destined to fail to come up with, so he ruffled his hair irritably, covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.

In the past few days when Fazong was in turmoil, there was a piece of news that went crazy at Quantianlu.

It is said that the new master of the Ghost Sect kills like hemp, is cruel and cold-blooded, and has no weakness at all, but there is only one thing that remains to be verified.

——Someone is hiding in the suzerain's courtyard.

This person is the suzerain's only weakness, if he can be captured and taken as a hostage, it will be no problem to hold the suzerain of the ghost sect.

These news are like the weed roots of the sudden spring rain, which grow wildly all over the field overnight, and become the talk of cultivators.

In recent days, if there are old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, after meeting, they all rely on this bit of gossip to enhance their relationship.

But it's just a romantic affair, no one will really believe it, just chatting a few times to relieve boredom.

However, there is no shortage of fools in Tianlu.

Such a small rumor spread to Mozong.

It was passed on and passed on, but the people of the Demon Sect really believed it.

In the past few days, they picked nights and bribed those little devils at the bottom of the Meng family villa, and quietly inquired through that layer of restriction.

The little devil's words were not easy to say, but he still revealed some news.

The suzerain has people he likes.

The suzerain lived in a yard with the person he liked.

The suzerain gave this person the best food and clothing.

The suzerain goes to see this person every day

The little devil who was in charge of running errands in the Mozong brought the news back to their suzerain, and was very happy.

The Sect Master of the Demon Sect is also a stick, and Acacia Shuangxiu is their specialty, so he made a plan, thinking that the Sect Master of the Demon Sect would never be able to put on clothes and come out to fight him when he was doing such a good thing.

If things come true today, wouldn't the huge ghost sect be in his pocket?

He had a good idea in his heart, and quickly ordered his subordinate Xiao Mo to arrange these things.

After Meng Xianjue returned to his room, he was about to fall asleep when he suddenly felt a faint wisp of devilish energy wandering outside the barrier. He immediately got up and called Wu Chong.

Night is the best time to work. At that time, Wu Zhong was supervising the little ghosts repairing the courtyard, when he suddenly received a summons from the Lord, he immediately dropped his busy work and rushed to the Lord's side.

Meng Xianjue had already tied up his hair at that time, and his pupils were pale white reflecting the moonlight.

"Did something strange happen in the villa today?"

Wu Zhong shook his head: "My lord, there is nothing worth noticing happened. It's just that some low-level monsters have come to the Ghost Sect to inquire about news in the past few days. My subordinates speculate that they are secretly planning something."

Meng Xianjue's eyes flashed: "Looking for news?"

"My subordinate was not there at the time, but I just heard from those brats that the Demon Sect seemed to be spying on you..." It seemed a little difficult to say, "Your emotional problem."

This was the first time Meng Xianjue laughed in front of people other than Cheng Weiwan, but this smile was cold and frightening.

"Since I returned to Meng's Villa, the ghost sect has developed rapidly, and it's inevitable that people will keep an eye on it."

Meng Xianjue tied the cloak on himself slowly, and said in a solemn tone, "Go and have a look."

Today is the day of the truce between Guizong and Fazong, and the two sides are at war. Once the war ceases, it is possible that both sides need to make adjustments, replenish supplies and recuperate.

And Fazong's attitude towards the battle has never been very positive, let alone take the initiative to attack, so today's truce must be because Guizong suffered a huge trauma.

Or, Meng Xianjue was injured!

This is a good signal for the various forces that have been watching the battle and waiting for the fisherman's profit.

The Demon Sect, who lives in the most northwest corner of Tianlu, is a small force that does not have a climate. All parties in the righteous way are not even willing to waste their efforts to suppress him. A share of the rising profits.

wishful thinking.

Meng Xianjue's face was terribly gloomy, he didn't even call out Zhu Wu, he just picked up an iron sword at random, held it in his hand, and walked towards the place where the devil energy gathered with a stern look.

Playing that kind of thing, he thinks his pen is dirty.

Now Guizong is no better than before. In the past, Guizong was famous all over the world, and Jianzong should be afraid of three points, but today even Mozong wants to bully Guizong.

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyes, looking calmly at the dark land and night sky outside the barrier, and the air pressure around him gradually decreased.

Wu Zhong was half a step behind him, and now he only dared to lower his head, staring at his own toes, not daring to make a sound.

Meng Xianjue raised the iron sword, the tip of the sword seemed to be looking for a place to fall.

"Wu Zhong, do you know what the Demon Sect members are best at?"

Wu Zhong said in a dull voice, "This subordinate doesn't know."

"The demons themselves are a very ugly species, but they are good at disguising and creating an exquisite skin for themselves. They wear this skin and practice the dual cultivation of acacia and nourishing yin and yang, so that they can improve."

Wu Chong frowned, not quite understanding.

"To put it simply, it doesn't matter whether it's the art of carnival or the art of illusion, what they are best at is demagoguery."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Xianjue found the point where the sword fell, and the iron sword shot out a strange light instantly. An ordinary iron sword was like an avatar in Meng Xianjue's hands. The menacing sword crazily tore through all obstacles, Crack space, tear time, and in an instant, the entire night sky is like a torn curtain, from top to bottom, revealing cobweb-like cracks.

This is an illusion created by the demons to confuse Meng Xianjue.

After the illusion shattered, Meng Xianjue withdrew his sword.

But the scene after the illusion is breathtaking.

It was an indescribably large sea of ​​flowers.

The flowers looked like they had been stained with blood, they were overly red, showing a bit of bewitching beauty.

This is the main raw material of Mozong's production of Albizia Julibrissin, Albizia Julibrissin.

The petals were blooming, stretching the body wantonly, suddenly there was a gust of cool wind blowing, Meng Xianjue had already noticed it, and covered his face with his sleeves to isolate the flying ash.

Suddenly, not far away, there was the slight sound of grass blades being trampled and folded.

Meng Xianjue looked up.

I saw a seductive woman stepping on a catwalk, twisting three times, holding a cigarette stick, her sexy red lips slightly parted, and the misty smoke instantly enveloped her. In the smoke, the woman's eyes were like silk, and her voice was soft: " I have long heard that the master of the ghost sect is a good-looking talent, and seeing him today is indeed what I expected, but it is beyond my expectation."

The woman's body is full of demonic energy, and the person who comes is not good.

Meng Xianjue looked at him silently, his black pupils were dyed bright red like flower juice.

Seeing that Meng Xianjue didn't answer her words, the woman curved her full lips, "The suzerain is really handsome beyond my expectations."

Meng Xianjue was indifferent, and exhausted his last bit of patience to listen to her, and asked, "You planted these flowers?"

The woman leaned towards Meng Xianjue as softly as if she was boneless, and gave him a wink: "That's right, it took me a whole day to plant these flowers.

"Plant it and show it to you."

"Sovereign, don't you plan to give some...rewards to the servants?"

The witch stretched out her white and tender arms, as if she wanted to caress Meng Xianjue's cheek.

Meng Xianjue was indifferent, but Wu Zhong drew his sword instantly, and raised the witch's hand with the sword, stopping her further advance, and said in a cold voice, "If you don't want to die, it's best not to move any further."

The female devil felt the coldness of the blade under her hand, and she was sweating profusely. It was only at this moment that she realized that there was a restriction on her fingertips.

If she really passed through this layer of restriction and continued forward, then this restriction could cut her hand into countless thin slices in an instant.

The female devil only felt afraid, and it was very difficult to maintain a smile.

She showed a beautiful and enchanting smile: "The suzerain is really powerful, but your restriction can stop me, but I don't know if it can stop these silk julienne flowers?"