Xianzun is collapsing every day

Since Mu Chuihan said something, Ye Tingjiang naturally wouldn't have any objections.Even though Geng Qingyang didn't see the good drama between the two of them, he didn't dare to make more troubles.

Across the fence, Mu Chuihan looked at Ye Tingjiang regretfully.If he hadn't been almost seen from the front just now, he wouldn't have stopped in a hurry.

Ye Tingjiang seemed to feel that he and Immortal Yuelin had nothing to say except swordsmanship, and was about to go back to the table.

Mu Chuanhan was caught in a tangle.In order to pave the way for his future confession, he should now try to save some of his impression in Ye Tingjiang's heart.

But taking the initiative to talk to people also subverts his usual image.

The persona Mu Chuihan created for himself was completely determined by the picture of the moon that made him famous.In that painting, his back is cold, lonely, unparalleled and far away.

Although he didn't know what the painter had misunderstood him about, Mu Chuihan reaped the benefits of being famous, and since then he has worked diligently to maintain the image of the Flower of Gaoling.

A qualified kaolin flower needs to be picked by others.

But Ye Tingjiang obviously didn't mean that.

Before he made up his mind to return to the table, Mu Chuihan made a difficult choice, and finally said in a compromise: "Jingyun-jun is good at swordsmanship."

Six words, not too long or too short, so that they would not collapse, and expressed their goodwill to Ye Tingjiang.

Geng Qingyang's face turned pale when he heard this. He planned the scene carefully, not only did he not see the fight between the two sides, but he even made the immortal praise Ye Tingjiang.

From then on, wouldn't Ye Tingjiang's reputation as a sword cultivator be far higher than his own?

Ye Tingjiang's face was calm: "The same is true for the immortal."

Mu Chuihan was not satisfied with this polite speech, but a compliment was not eye-catching, and more words were too deliberate.He had no choice but to give up the opportunity to communicate with Ye Tingjiang.

"Immortal Venerable."

This time it was Ye Tingjiang who stopped him.

Mu Chuihan turned his head, his face under the veil could not hide his surprise, and began to guess what Ye Tingjiang wanted to tell him.

Fuyan?Either way, this at least proved the status of another identity in Ye Tingjiang's heart.

Ye Tingjiang also thought for a long time before deciding to say these words. He said in a deep voice: "The devil will commit crimes, will the immortal still stand by then?"

All the monks present were shocked.

One is because he said that the demon world will commit crimes, and the other is... Ye Tingjiang's words offended Immortal Yue Lin thoroughly.

The tone of these words was not polite at all, and all the monks present knew that Yuelin Xianzun crossed the catastrophe and entered the Xiaoyao Realm when the demon world invaded a hundred years ago.

Nine infants wreak havoc on the world and harm the Quartet.When everyone in the world of cultivating immortals finally re-sealed this ancient beast after fierce battles, the Yinqing Mountain was covered with robbery clouds, covering the sky and the sun. After 64 thunder catastrophes, the world of cultivating immortals ushered in the first monk in the millennium who lived in a free state.

This also means that when they were fighting hard in the Demon Realm, Immortal Yuelin was at the critical moment of consummation.

And Ye Tingjiang was clearly accusing him of abandoning all beings and doing nothing.

In fact, he is not the only one who has this kind of thinking, and the sect that suffered heavy damage in the war can't help feeling a little bit resentful about it.

Many monks cast their eyes on the sickly Leng Jia in the auditorium. At that time, the biggest casualty was the Chasing Wind Tower, which was almost wiped out.

But Mu Chuihan's breakthrough also shocked the demon world, and the two sides lived in peace for nearly a hundred years.And this also made all the monks see the hope of ascension, so everyone respected Mu Chuihan after all.

Mu Chuanhan was silent.

And his loyal supporter, the disciple of Wangyue Sect, was immediately angry: "How can Mr. Tingyun say such a thing!"

Several monks whispered: "Didn't the Mochizuki Sect lose a great ability to ask about the state of mind at that time?"

"You even changed your name, don't you want to ask for asylum?"

Seeing that Wangyue Zong was about to fight for him, Mu Chuihan finally said, "If it is true as Ting Yun-jun said, I am obliged to do so."

Ye Tingjiang got a satisfactory answer and turned back to the table.

Mu Chuihan also returned to his pavilion listlessly, only to see that there was suddenly one more person there.

"Xiaoyou..." Mu Chuihan realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hastily changed his tone: "Who is little friend?"

He seemed to hear the "Tao Te Ching" whispering in his ears.

Xiaoyou was full of curiosity about him: "Immortal Venerable, I am Tingyun Jun's sword spirit."

Mu Chuihan nodded, didn't pay much attention to Xiaoyou, and sat down.

Xiaoyou was encouraged by Zhuixing, and boldly chatted with Mu Chuihan: "Xianzun, are you bored wearing a veil?"

If you were like the mistress, you wouldn't feel offended by him, would you?

Mu Chuanhan: "..."

He said lightly: "No."

Xiaoyou felt that this cold answer was different from what Zhuixing said, so she glanced at Zhuixing again, and seeing his sullen face, she felt even more deceived.

But he still thought about the purpose of coming this time, so he mustered up his courage again: "Xianzun, when will Fuyan be cured?"

Mu Chuanhan remained silent.Ask him and he doesn't know either.

Xiaoyou waited to ask again, but Ye Tingjiang, who discovered the disappearance of the spirit sword, forced him to leave the scene with a summoning spell.

Mu Chuihan heaved a sigh of relief.

Zhui Xing gritted his teeth: "You really are..."

He originally wanted to make a joke, but felt that the words were too vulgar, so he immediately changed his words: "Indiscreet!"

Mu Chuihan laughed out loud: "Zi Xing, as long as you are still alive, he will be a concubine after all."

Zhui Xing was confused: "What do you mean?"

Mu Chuihan was succinct: "Don't be jealous of him. It's best for you to exchange feelings... Speaking of which, I bought you a lot of interesting things this time, but it's a pity that I didn't bring them on Yingxue Peak."

Zhui Xing didn't know that these "interesting things" would be the root cause of his and Xiaoyou's persecution in the future, and there was an imperceptible smile on his face.

Well, at least his master was thinking of him.

Mu Chuihan only stayed in Yunze for one day.The host tried to persuade him but still failed to keep him, and many monks suspected that Mr. Ting Yun had left his popularity. Only Mu Chuihan wept with the real reason - Fuyan could only lie down for a day.

He begged Zhe Xing with good words, and reluctantly brought his body back to Yinqing Mountain like garbage.By the way, he promised a one-year deadline, and he will definitely go back.

When Ye Tingjiang came to pick up Fuyan, he was not surprised to see that his little apprentice's eyes were still covered with cloth strips: "They didn't cure you?"

Fortunately, Fuyan didn't seem to lose weight.

Mu Chuihan hurriedly said kindly for himself: "The Immortal Yuelin has thought of many ways, Xianjun, I think he is a good person."

Ye Tingjiang said "Yes", maybe it was Mu Chuihan's promise that made him less prejudiced, but now he has not refuted it.

Mu Chuihan raised the spiritual weapon by the bed again, and said joyfully, "He found that he couldn't cure me, so he saved this for me!"

Ye Tingjiang had never seen such a strange spiritual weapon, with a square bottom and several protrusions on it that seemed to be pressed down.

He asked, "What is this?"

Mu Chuihan searched all over Xiaoyou's storage ring to find something so suitable for him, and talked to Ye Tingjiang with great interest: "This can speak for me."

He groped to press a place, and the spirit tool spit out a stiff sentence: "Hello."

He proudly said: "Although Xianjun can understand my mouth shape, with it, I can talk to other people."

Although Ye Tingjiang felt something was wrong, he still asked, "What else can I say?"

Mu Chuihan laughed and pressed several times: "Hello. Hello. Hello."

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

Mu Chuihan hurriedly added: "Other words, the fairy can help me, this spirit weapon can leave a sound. I can say a total of six sentences..."

It was rare for Ye Tingjiang to see such a useless thing, and said patiently: "What do you want to say, I can paraphrase it for you."

He must be much more useful than this spirit weapon...

Mu Chuihan was feeling overwhelmed, and begged, "But Xianjun, what if you're not by my side..."

He pursed his lips pitifully, his face full of helplessness.

Ye Tingjiang's heart softened: "What do you want to hear?"

Mu Chuihan was overjoyed, and said a series of words: "I'm hungry! Hot pot! Read the scriptures! No Tao Te Ching! Please!"

Ye Tingjiang was puzzled when he heard this: "Isn't this... you still told me?"

Mu Chuihan thought for a while, and reluctantly said: "Then help me tell Lin Xu that I have a healthy birthday."

Ye Tingjiang still felt that this thing was childish, so Fuyan shook his arm helplessly, and finally gave in.

He said the first sentence with a cold face: "Please send me back to Linxianzong."

Mu Chuihan said with a straight face: "Xianjun, I don't want this sentence."

Ye Tingjiang shook his head: "This is only useful if you get separated from me."

Although he won't let this kind of thing happen, it's still much more useful than what Fuyan asked for.

Ye Tingjiang left a second sentence: "My master must be rewarded with a lot of money."

Except for the two sentences "Hello" and Ye Tingjiang that came with the spirit weapon, and "Birthday and health" to Lin Xu, there are only two sentences left for Mu Chuihan.

After some hesitation and screening, he finally left behind the hot pot that he couldn't resist, and the "please" with a bit of evil taste.

Even when Ye Tingjiang uttered it in a tone that could not afford the slightest ripple, Mu Chuihan tried to correct it: "Xianjun, this is not like asking for help sincerely. Every time I beg you, I put my heart into it."

Ye listened to Jiang's words with a hundred thousand percent of determination, and gave up: "If you don't want to hear it, that's all."

Mu Chuihan hurriedly protected the spirit weapon, and smiled obsequiously: "Enough, enough..."

The rookie competition has come to an end.

The current disciples on the Huxin Pavilion are from Guiyimen.Linxian Zongben still has the last disciple with the highest cultivation level who has not participated in the battle. I don't want this disciple to feel the pressure.

All the positions of leaders have nothing to do with Linxianzong.

Mu Chuihan was so bored, he only took the spiritual tool to familiarize himself with the corresponding words of the buttons, and kept harassing Ye Tingjiang.

It was also thanks to him that he turned the volume of the spirit weapon to the minimum, so that the dejected and frustrated Linxianzong disciples behind him couldn't hear it, otherwise they would have wanted to throw this evil spirit weapon into the Yunze water.

The wooden boat carrying the spirit wine slowly stopped in front of Linxianzong's seat.

They were supposed to fight, but they had no successors, so they could only give the leader position to Gui Yimen for nothing.

Mingzheng was full of suffocation, and when he glanced at Geng Qingyang, who was full of spring breeze, he felt even more desolate as a villain.

She slapped the wooden table as if sighing, even the spirit weapon Mu Chuihan placed there was shocked.She was about to open her mouth to abstain, when an incomparably loud and indifferent voice resounded through Yunze.

"Hello."

"Hot pot."

"Please, please, please..."

Ming Zheng looked at Mu Chuihan in horror.

Mu Chuihan stopped his battering hands in horror.

"Please" is still echoing over Yunze.

It also echoed in the heart of Brother Yunze for a long time.At that moment, everyone recognized the unique tone that belonged to Ye Tingjiang.

The wooden tone without any ups and downs forms a strong contrast with the content.

Even Geng Qingyang lost color.

With all the eyes on him, Ye Tingjiang told himself to stay calm: "Fuyan, what's wrong?"

Mu Chuihan couldn't help but press a new button: "Please send me back to Linxianzong."

The author has something to say: Immortal Venerable: The tenth-level society died at the scene, please send me back to Linxianzong.

Xianjun (shocked face): You just stepped on my dead body again!

The prototype of this spiritual tool is the button-type switch for dogs that my friends want so much.I watched the video and was amazed, it's so easy to use!

感谢在2021-02-2323:28:32~2021-02-2422:51:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Zuo Chuming;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: one of Mu Chuihan's bandits;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：墨茶.20瓶；孤巷挽歌、江停10瓶；墨芋9瓶；我要全糖加珍珠6瓶；勺子5瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！