Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

The news of the murder of Lu Mengsheng, the elder of Changhui Peak in Qingheng Mountain, spread to all sects in the cultivation world overnight.

It had been a long time since Qingheng Mountain had a heavy snowfall that day.

Before the worship ceremony, Xiao Jianyuan called Fu Yaoye to an abandoned hall with no one there.

"Have you ever been to Changyan Peak?"

There was a chaotic sound outside the door, but the inside of the hall was very suppressed.

Sunlight slanted through the hollowed-out carvings, and some fine dust could still be seen under the light.

Xiao Jianyuan stayed up all night, his eyes were red, and his eyes were black and blue.

Fu Yaoye was silent for a while, then answered him in a low voice: "No."

"Okay." Xiao Jianyuan passed him and pushed open the palace door.

He raised his foot across the threshold and paused for a while, his voice was low and inaudible: "I believe in you."

Fu Yaoye was shocked, and looked up at him: "Senior brother..."

He took a few steps to catch up and saw Su Baimu talking to Xiao Jianyuan: "...let you go to the front hall,"

Su Baimu was different from playing with Xiao Jianyuan in the past, his face was full of sadness, he glanced at Fu Yaoye, and said: "There is also Junior Brother Fu."

Xiao Jianyuan nodded expressionlessly, but turned his head to Yaoye and said, "I left the order of the chief disciple on Changhua Peak, you go and get it for me."

Without waiting for Fu Yaoye's answer, he walked forward first.

He had never spoken to Yao Ye so coldly, Su Baimu didn't understand, so he looked back at Fu Yao Ye, and finally followed Xiao Jian away without saying a word.

The golden sun finally rose, and the sunlight enveloped the entire Qingheng Mountain, almost as warm as a spring day.

The candlelight in the ancestral hall was faint, Lu Ziyuan knelt in front of the memorial tablet, almost fainting from crying, Zhong Yurong supported her, and she couldn't cry; Bright, the corners of his mouth were tightened, and he tried his best to deal with the guests who came to express their condolences.

Dong Changying was sitting outside the ancestral hall, holding a crutch that never left her body in her hand, leaning against the back of the chair motionless as if extremely heavy.

It wasn't until a disciple stepped forward to whisper a few words to him that he slowly sat up straight and said, "Bring Sheng Lang up."

As soon as his words fell, everything outside the hall was silent.

The guests who came to express their condolences were all prominent figures in the realm of comprehension, but they didn't come here for the funeral, but they came to see Qingheng Mountain's current attitude towards demon cultivators.

——I heard that the room where Lu Mengsheng was killed had a demonic energy, which was more or less related to the demon cultivator.

It was said to be "detained", but Xiao Jianyuan was not bound by the law enforcement disciples, it was more like being escorted by four people in the middle, and then he knelt down straight outside the hall.

A law enforcement disciple couldn't bear it for a while, and was about to open his mouth, but was dragged away by his companion.

Dong Changying hit the ground with his cane, and asked, "Sheng Lang, did you meet Elder Lu the night before yesterday?"

The floor tiles in front of the main hall were made of white marble, and the sunlight was shining at this moment, making Xiao Jianyuan's eyes hurt.

He heard crying in the ancestral hall in the hall; the guests who came to express their condolences finished offering incense and were still watching him quietly in the dark.

If it was a weekday, the morning bell would ring, and then Elder Lu would start to inspect the cultivation of the disciples in each peak, with constant wind and rain.

Xiao Jianyuan closed his eyes and forced himself to look at the snow-white floor tiles: "Yes."

His voice could be heard throughout the entire hall: "Elder Lu... He called me to the meeting hall before Youshi; I left after half a quarter of an hour."

"But Lu Ziyuan found out that Lu Mengsheng was killed in Huiri Hall," Dong Changying asked, "Have you ever been to Changhui Peak?"

Xiao Jianyuan said: "No."

"Okay," Dong Changying stood up and asked again:

"Are you a demon cultivator?"

The faces of the audience changed, the guests exchanged glances in private, and even Yan Li stepped forward: "Elder Dong!"

Dong Changying reached out her hand to stop him, her eyes were fixed on Xiao Jianyuan.

"I'm not a demon cultivator." Xiao Jianyuan raised his head, the first thing he saw was not Dong Changying on the steps, but he vaguely saw the spiritual tablet engraved with "Elder Lu's dream seat of Changhui Peak".

He also seemed to see Lu Ziyuan's red eyes from crying, but his eyes were so painful that he couldn't see clearly, and almost wanted him to shed tears.

Dong Changying said: "Then tell me, what did Elder Lu tell you before he was alive?"

Xiao Jianyuan was silent for a long time, and finally spit out a few words: "I can't say."

"Why can't you say it?" Dong Changying's voice was stern: "Sheng Lang, you were the last to see Lu Mengsheng, and he was killed by the devil, do you know that!"

"How do you explain the dagger in your house that is stained with magic breath?!"

The guests below were in an uproar. Although there were rumors, they did not expect Elder Dong to say such a thing.

The chief disciple of Qingheng Mountain hid the devil-tainted knife... Could it be that he really killed Lu Mengsheng?

Yan Li rushed forward and held Dong Changying tightly: "Uncle Master!"

There was chaos in front of the hall, Xiao Jianyuan knelt on the ground, muttering to himself: "I know..."

"Senior Brother Sheng!" Lu Ziyuan rushed over, knelt beside him, choked up and said, "Answer the elder, what did my father tell you...you explain to the elder,"

She looked at Xiao Jianyuan almost pleadingly and asked, "Does my father's death have nothing to do with you?"

Xiao Jianyuan stared blankly at her tearful eyes.

A dagger stained with magic breath?

Xiao Jianyuan thought blankly, he originally hid the knife in the cabinet, who would find out?That knife is obviously...

"Elder Dong!"

All of a sudden, the guests became quiet, and they saw a person leaping forward: "Elder Dong, I sent a sword named Ten Good, which was handed down by my ancestors. It can distinguish between good and evil, and I can find the devil cultivator by following the devil's energy... "

Ten virtues?Xiao Jianyuan heard it, and he blinked hard, thinking, could it be a magic weapon of the Canglan Sect?

He suddenly thought of Zhuang Han of the Canglan School, and lowered his eyes and remained motionless.

Why is it the Canglan sect again... Sword cultivators are a rare species, can't they get along with each other?

At such a time, Xiao Jianyuan could still travel far and wide, but he listened earnestly:

The sword cultivator's voice in black and strong clothes was like a bell: "I heard earlier that Fu Yaoye, a disciple of your sect, is a demon cultivator, and I haven't heard the result yet."

"Both Sheng Lang and Fu Yaoye lost contact in the realm of Yundu. I think if Fu Yaoye is a demon cultivator alone, then Xiao Jianyuan must be an insider, and even—"

Supporting his knees, Xiao Jianyuan stood up with difficulty, and said, "Really He Guang means that he suspects that I am a demon cultivator and wants to try with the Ten Virtuous Sword?"

He said softly: "Okay, let's try."

Lu Ziyuan exclaimed in shock, "Senior Brother Sheng!"

"Sheng Lang!" Li Yuanbei shouted, "Kneel down!"

"I, Qingheng Mountain, will definitely investigate the cause of my senior brother Lu's death; Sheng Lang is also standing here in good order, without any demonic breath," Li Yuanbei said in a deep voice, "Realist He Guang doesn't have to worry."

Master He Guang insisted: "This is not something inside Qingheng Mountain, the magic cultivator is related to all sects!"

"Why does Elder Li refuse to give it a try? Is it because he wants to cover up?"

Li Yuanbei was extremely angry: "You!"

"Enough," the crutches hit the ground heavily, Dong Changying flicked his sleeves, and said to Yan Li, "Go get the Ten Virtuous Swords."

"It was left by Master Puying of the Canglan faction before his ascension," Zhong Yurong said in a low voice, "Even if Sheng Lang doesn't have magic energy, how can he withstand the sword energy in it?"

Dong Changying looked at Xiao Jianyuan who was standing straight at the bottom of the steps, and said in an inaudible voice, "They are all watching, what can we do..."

"Regardless of whether Meng Happened or not, neither Sheng Lang nor Fu Yaoye can escape."

Shi Shan suddenly unsheathed, Yan Li took the sword from Master He Guang and walked slowly.

Xiao Jianyuan looked at the cold light on the edge of the sword, and suddenly asked: "I still want to ask Master He Guang, why did you bring the treasure of your own sect when you came to Qingheng Mountain all the way?"

Master He Guang's expression changed and he didn't answer.

Xiao Jianyuan snorted and knelt down again, straightening his back.

Yan Li stood still a few steps before Xiao Jianyuan, and pressed the blade of the Ten Virtuous Sword against his shoulder.

"Thank you, Elder Yan," Xiao Jianyuan could still laugh at this moment, and said, "Poke it on the shoulder, and the wound will heal quickly."

He closed his eyes after speaking.

Under the sunlight, the tip of the Sword of Ten Virtues flashed dazzlingly, and everyone present held their breath and stared closely.

Suddenly there was a clear cry, and another sword came through the air, hitting Shi Shan straightly, Yan Li had never practiced swords before, so he took a step back after being hit, and almost dropped Shi Shan.

Everyone was stunned, only to hear a cold voice: "Who dares to touch him!"

All the disciples made way out of the way, Fu Yaoye's face was as frosty as frost, and his white clothes were more snowy, holding the empty scabbard in his left hand - Hai Jing was standing in front of Xiao Jianyuan.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and no one stopped him, so Fu Yaoye went straight to Xiao Jianyuan's side.

Xiao Jianyuan was still kneeling on the ground, he only saw Fu Yaoye's hand holding the scabbard, it seemed that he had used a lot of strength, the knuckles of his fingers were all blue and white.

"...Senior brother's order taught me how to find it," Fu Yaoye said in a neither happy nor angry voice, "So it's not in the senior brother's room at all."

Before Xiao Jianyuan could speak, Dong Changying was furious: "Fu Yaoye! Put away your sword!"

"Why?" Fu Yaoye asked back, "The Canglan faction can unleash their swords in front of the Qingheng Mountain Hall, why can't the disciples?"

Yan Li shouted in a low voice: "Shut up, don't say any more!"

"If you want to test whether Qingheng Mountain has magic cultivation or not," Fu Yaoye lifted his clothes and knelt down, "then test me."

Xiao Jianyuan was startled: "Shut up!"

Xiao Jianyuan knew that something would happen today, so he didn't intend to let Fu Yaoye come.Although he once said that he could cover up his devilish energy, the Ten Virtues Sword is a magical weapon after all, and Xiao Jianyuan couldn't guarantee it.

"It's enough for the two of us to prove ourselves," Xiao Jianyuan felt his hands trembling, and said to Yao Ye in a low voice, "Go back."

"What is senior brother talking about?" Fu Yaoye actually asked back, "Am I a demon cultivator? What does it have to do with senior brother?"

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were not warm when he looked at Xiao Jianyuan.

Xiao Jianyuan was stunned, and he opened his mouth: "Fu Yaoye! You..."

"It's been a long time since I parted from the realm of Yundu and senior brother," Fu Yaoye said to himself, "Senior brother has never been with me, and he doesn't know me very well, how can he prove himself for me?"

What is he saying?What is "long time no see", haven't we been together all the time?

Dong Changying asked: "You want to voluntarily prove yourself?"

Fu Yaoye nodded: "Yes."

"That's good." Dong Changying waved his hand, signaling Yan Li to step forward.

Xiao Jianyuan's lips trembled and he couldn't say a word. Just as he was about to pull Fu Yaoye's sleeve, Yan Li was urged to hold the Ten Virtues Sword in his hand, closed his eyes and stabbed!

Blood flowed down the wound on Fu Yaoye's arm, and at the same time, a devilish energy suddenly burst forth!

The black demonic energy seemed to have been suppressed for too long, and the strong demonic energy almost enveloped Fu Yaoye's whole body. Everyone backed away in alarm, and the ten good swords in Yan Li's hands fell to the ground with a clang.

Xiao Jianyuan stared blankly at him standing up, grabbed the hem of his clothes: "Fu Yaoye..."

"He is really a magician!"

"He is still a closed disciple under the head of the sect, and he is actually a demon cultivator!"

"Then Elder Lu is probably him..."

"Fu Yaoye! What else do you have to say!" Seeing this result, Dong Changying was furious: "Did you kill Lu Mengsheng?"

Fu Yaoye remained calm, covering the wound on his arm, his face pale: "No."

"The disciple was indeed possessed by a demon, but Elder Lu was indeed not killed by the disciple."

Fu Yaoye said coldly: "Elder Lu's death has nothing to do with me."

"absurd!"

Dong Changying almost smashed the chair under him: "You are a demon cultivator, hiding in the sect, and Elder Lu died of the demon cultivator, how can you convince us!"

Fu Yaoye was silent for a moment.

While everyone was in astonishment, suddenly an unexpected person picked up the Ten Good Swords and stabbed at Fu Yaoye again!

A hand suddenly gripped the blade tightly, preventing it from moving forward.

Xiao Jianyuan said softly: "Junior Sister, Elder Lu... really didn't kill him."

Lu Ziyuan was trembling all over, Fu Yaoye no longer concealed her emotions, she panicked and pushed away Xiao Jianyuan's fingers holding the tip of the sword, and carefully held the bloody hand: "Senior brother!"

"Isn't he a demon cultivator?!" Lu Ziyuan put aside the ten good swords, and asked Xiao Jianyuan crying: "Why do you always protect him! He hurt you in the realm of Yundu, why don't you come with us?" come out!"

The girl shouted heart-piercingly: "It's the same now, he is a demon cultivator! You still have to protect him!"

Everything she saw in Wuganfu became true: her father fell silent in a pool of blood; many people came up Qingheng Mountain and made a noise; the seniors could no longer protect her like they did when they were young...

No one can protect her forever.

Xiao Jianyuan said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"... Fu Yaoye, the demon cultivator, deceived the teacher, and was stubborn..." Dong Changying said, "Starting today, I will be expelled from Qingheng Mountain!"

Fu Yaoye heard the words, and suddenly recalled the scene when he was expelled from the mountain gate in his previous life.

"Okay, then I too..." Xiao Jianyuan held Fu Yaoye's wrist with his other uninjured hand: "I'll be with you too."

"Let's go down the mountain together."

Fu Yaoye's pupils narrowed slightly, and he raised his eyes to stare closely at Xiao Jianyuan.

Yan Li was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Sheng Lang, you are crazy! You are the chief disciple, and Qingheng Mountain treats you well! Are you going to betray the sect?"

"I am ashamed of being against my master," Xiao Jianyuan said. The wound on Xiao Jianyuan's hand was so deep that the bone was visible, and he was in a cold sweat from the pain.The Ten Virtuous Sword left a wound on his hand, but the sword energy wandered in his body and wreaked havoc.

His face was pale, and he could barely hear the sound of the outside world. Only Fu Yaoye's trembling hands kept him a little awake: "I planted the devil-devouring grass on Fu Yaoye to make him bewitched,"

"It should be me who should be punished."

Xiao Jianyuan could feel Dao Fu Yaoye's eyes even with his eyes closed, he forced the corners of his mouth to smile, and then passed out in Fu Yaoye's arms.

It would be great if someone could protect you in the last life.