Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

Guangcheng Pavilion was originally established by a self-cultivation family breaking away from the original sect.

Compared with the Xianmen Sect, Guangcheng Pavilion is more like a family in the mortal world, and it is not easy to develop like this.

Sun Qingchong always covered his face with a black veil, and Jin Chuliu muttered "like a female cultivator" at the beginning, but Sun Qingchong's ear was so sharp that he turned around and replied: "It's not that I dare not face all fellow Taoists with my true face, it's just that This is the long-standing ancestral precept of my Guangcheng Pavilion."

Xiao Jianyuan heard a little bit that the next generation of successors of Guangcheng Pavilion are carefully cultivated, and outside sects are not allowed to see before inheriting Guangcheng Pavilion.

From this point of view, this Sun Qingchong is the next generation of Guangcheng Pavilion Master.

Xiao Jianyuan signaled Jin Chuliu to apologize: "I see, I'm rude."

Jin Chuliu pouted and apologized to him.

Sun Qingchong waved his hands graciously: "It's okay."

Xiao Jianyuan smiled, and after he turned around, he quickly restrained his expression.

The Guangcheng Pavilion has such a strong control over the heir, if he is the young master of the Guangcheng Pavilion, he will definitely not come alone.

Although Xiao Jianyuan agreed to go with him, he did not relax his vigilance at all.

In fact, he cares more about the Wugan Fu in his hand...

Why is Wugan Fu on him?

Is Wuchen the Wugan Fu handed over from Guangcheng Pavilion?

These details are not written clearly in the original book, Xiao Jianyuan can't tell whether Sun Qingchong is an enemy or a friend, but it is always right to be careful.

Since there were outsiders, the disciples of Qingheng Mountain stopped talking, intentionally or unintentionally, they surrounded Sun Qingchong as they walked.

Fu Yaoye walked behind Sun Qingchong, staring at the painting scroll on his back in a daze.

Nothing to do...

"Five poisonous hearts..."

"Seven emotions and six desires..."

"...joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil desire..."

"That's his evil intention!"

"Don't let him out!"

"Stop him!"

"when--"

The ethereal and long bell echoed in his ears again, Fu Yaoye was startled suddenly, and stopped in his tracks.

Only then did he realize that his hand was tightly held, and Xiao Jianyuan stood beside him, calling his name: "Fu Yaoye!"

He raised his eyes suddenly, and found that the others noticed his strangeness and stopped after him.

Fu Yaoye suddenly woke up like a dream, still a little dazed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior brother..."

He just made a sound, and seemed to have reacted, and quickly stopped the sound, pursing his lips and remaining silent.

Xiao Jianyuan was ignorant, didn't notice his hesitation, and said "um", "I'm here."

He said to Su Baimu and the others: "Go on."

He himself was a few steps behind, walking side by side with Fu Yaoye.

Fu Yaoye walked a few steps, and suddenly found that his hand was still being held by Xiao Jianyuan, and it became even stiffer.

The man's hand had obvious sword calluses, but it was very warm. Fu Yaoye only felt that the heat scalded his hand, which wasn't enough, and it actually burned along his arm all the way to his whole body.

Xiao Jianyuan felt the slight struggle of the hand he was holding, so he let go and asked, "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

Fu Yaoye curled his fingers slightly, rubbed the temperature of his fingertips greedily, shook his head and said: "It's nothing, I didn't sleep well last night."

Xiao Jianyuan looked at the painting scroll Sun Qingchong was carrying behind his back, and he was thinking about the Demon Devouring Herb in his heart, his mind was already in a mess.

Hearing Fu Yaoye's answer, he stopped talking and held Tianshu in his right hand.

Sun Qingchong probably knew that the people in Qingheng Mountain were wary of him, and would chat with them at first, and then walked in silence until they met someone from another sect.

A few monks came rushing from the side path in embarrassment, and happened to bump into them.

One of them was a young female cultivator, who was seriously injured and bleeding profusely from her shoulder.

They were all wearing red and black staggered robes, they looked like brothers from the same sect, but they were in a state of distress, and when they saw their expressions, they were about to run away in panic: "Moxiu, it's Moxiu!"

Everyone was shocked, and Xiao Jianyuan hurried forward: "We are disciples of Qingheng Mountain, not demon cultivators! Excuse me, are you..."

Those people seemed to be terrified, and the female cultivator managed to calm down: "We, we are disciples of Yuqiong Sect..."

She covered her shoulders, blood seeped from between her fingers, and there were many wounds on her pretty face.

Lu Ziyuan, who is also a female cultivator, couldn't bear it for a while, and stepped forward to support her: "How can there be a demon cultivator in the realm of Yundu?"

"I don't know, I don't know...they, they've infiltrated into other sects," the female nun of Yuqiongmen was confused, recalling what happened just now, she was terrified: "We want to hunt spirit beasts, they, They invited us to come with us…”

Her hands kept trembling: "But, but I didn't expect that they were all disguised by Moxiu!"

Xiao Jianyuan's heart sank.

He thought it was Jiao Zhengqing who also entered the realm of Yundu after them, but he didn't expect that Moxiu had already mixed into the disciples of various sects!

Obviously, they had premeditated.

Lu Ziyuan supported her shoulders and asked, "Then do you know which sect they are from?"

"Yes, it is Guangcheng Pavilion!"

Everyone was shocked.