Mozun's apprentice is wrong

He stepped on the moonlight, covering his breath.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he cautiously tested the barrier that protected the mountain, but the barrier did not issue a warning because of his appearance.

Zongmen didn't remove him?

But he clearly issued the announcement of defecting from the teacher's sect on the communication jade slip at the first time.

The lights in Qingxuan Hall were still on.

He set up a shielding barrier all over his body and sneaked into the hall quietly, but he couldn't find the figure of the master after searching the hall, his heart sank.

At this time, the voice of the captain Gu Yuchen was heard: "You guard the palace, you, follow me to the Siguo Pavilion."

The disciples in the guardian hall looked as usual, unlike the master who had a major accident, his nervous heart finally relaxed a little.

He kept an eye out and quietly followed Gu Yuchen away.

The Siguo Pavilion was brightly lit, as if all the eternal candles had been lit.

He jumped up the cliff, and under the light of the candle, he saw a slender figure reflected on the yellowed window paper.

There was a sudden pain in his heart, he shouldn't be here.

He hesitated for a moment, and told himself repeatedly in his heart, just take a look, as long as he confirmed that Master was safe, he would leave.

He was worried that the other party would sense his breath, so he didn't dare to get too close.

What are those people talking about fighting?Why did Master come to the Pavilion of Thoughts?

He quietly landed in the corridor, gently pierced the window paper, and a familiar and handsome figure came into view.

Bai Jingxuan was fascinated by the picture scroll on the wall, the picture of the ascension of the ancestor of the Mingtian sect.

According to Lin Yuyang's description before, he cast a little spell, and a rune suddenly lit up in front of the portrait.

That is the cloud pattern of Qingxuan Palace.

Is it really Tu Yun's idea?

After analyzing that set of mental methods, his heart sank immediately. There is actually someone in this world who can bypass the restriction set by him as the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven.

This ability is definitely not something that a deity like Tu Yun can achieve.

Could it be the so-called "adult" in his mouth?

Recalling all the events that happened, each of them pushed Lin Yuyang to further awaken and gradually fell into the devil, and he himself pushed him into the abyss with his own hands.

Perhaps, from a long time ago, he fell into the chess game played by Tu Yunbu.

It made him shudder.

After thinking about it, the other party's purpose is also obvious now, which is to make Lin Yuyang be enchanted.

But what is it for in the end?

What is the connection between Lin Yuyang's obsession and the crack, and the adult that Tu Yun mentioned?

He let out a long sigh. In the past, he thought that beheading Lin Yuyang would solve the problem, but now it seems that the identity of the other party may not be simple, and it will be the key to all the puzzles.

If the truth is not found out, neither Lin Yuyang nor he will fall into endless reincarnation.

He fell into a deep self-blame.

The scene of him stabbing the opponent with the sword kept appearing in his mind.

Recalling the desperate expression reflected in Lin Yuyang's red pupils at that time, he felt guilty and distressed.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, and ever since the crack appeared in the sky, he had felt a headache from time to time.

He endured the pain and recalled all about Lin Yuyang. The well-behaved and sensible boy actually fell to such a point step by step in his hands.

He let out a long sigh and spit out a sentence after a long time: "I was wrong."

This sentence was said lightly and lowly, with helplessness and pain.

However, it clearly passed into Lin Yuyang's ears outside the window, and his dark red pupils vibrated.

Lin Yuyang's heart tightened for a moment.

Master is blaming himself?

But after thinking about it, maybe he blamed himself for teaching a person in the way of the devil.

He sneered, what are you doing?

He is a demon cultivator despised by everyone in the world, and he shouldn't have returned to the sect.

Are you going to force Master to kill yourself again?

He never wanted to see Master's tears again.

Master looks fine, he should not have been injured, and he shouldn't be causing trouble.

Since he betrayed his teacher, he has nothing to do with the man in white shirt in front of him from now on.

He thought so, and made up his mind.

At this time, the figure in the room seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly looked out the window. He suddenly retreated into the air, and immediately turned into a black shadow and quickly passed the top of Tianqiong Peak.

Lin Yuyang galloped until he crossed the protective mountain barrier and came to the sky above the bustling town. He made a turn and fell straight into the crowd of people. When he turned around and saw the calm in the sky, he relaxed a little.

Master didn't come after him, probably because he didn't notice him.

But the question is still unresolved. I don't know what the big battle those Canghaizong disciples are talking about, and who did the master fight against?

When everyone was knocked unconscious by his attack, who else would know the truth?

He was thinking, suddenly his eyes lit up, Ye Qing was also there at the time, and he was the only one who was not attacked, so he should have clearly seen the whole process.

He was about to go to Youlan Valley immediately, but he heard cursing on the side of the road.

"Where did the nameless casual cultivator come from, and he has the nerve to show off in front of this young master!"

Outside a refining shop, a young master from an unknown family was yelling at a young monk. He looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, but he was dressed luxuriously. The attendants behind him all looked vicious.

The monk showed dissatisfaction, "I clearly placed a deposit for this treasure bag first, and you guys are clearly stealing it!"

I saw the little boy showing disdain, and snorted coldly: "I like the things in this world, and they are mine!"

Lin Yuyang, who was on the sidelines, sneered, wondering which big family he was from.

The shopkeeper hid in the shop and did not dare to stand out, and the onlookers talked a lot.

Someone sighed, lowered his voice to dissuade the monk, and said, "Forget it, he is the young master of the Qiu family. I heard that he will join the Huawei Sect as the personal disciple of Master Xu in the coming year."

Someone in the crowd spit out: "What Huawei Sect? Earlier, he was lowered by the Heavenly Venerable without a seal, which was equivalent to a punishment from heaven. Then Sect Master Wen became a useless person, and Young Master Wen died. Now the status of the sect has plummeted. Today is different. , and still use Huaweizong as a backer?"

This sentence was heard in the ears of the young master, although he was young, he was domineering and domineering, he gave his subordinates a wink, and two burly men stepped forward to attack the speaker.

The cultivator immediately blocked him with his sword: "If you want to move him, first ask my sword if I agree!"

Lin Yuyang was in a hurry and had no intention of watching the excitement, but he stopped because of the young monk's words.

Seeing several big men swarming up, he thought that the monks should be so impassioned and speak up, they should have some skills, but he didn't expect to be defeated before taking a few tricks.

Fists and feet landed on the young man densely. Lin Yuyang clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers calmly. Several shots flew away like bullets. After a few swishes, several big men were hit on the back of their knees and calves one after another. Kneel down.

He didn't stop, and continued to swipe his fingers a few times, and the big guys rolled on the ground in pain from the attack.

The young master showed horror and shouted at the crowd: "Who is it! Come out!"

People looked at me and I looked at you, all with doubts on their faces.Lin Yuyang, who cast the concealing spell, is like an invisible person, no one will notice him at all.

A servant realized that there was an expert hiding in the dark, so he hurriedly pulled the young master over and whispered a few words of dissuasion in his ear.

The young man didn't take it seriously when he heard the words, and said loudly: "Who is pretending to be a ghost? My surname is Qiu! If you let me find out, you won't be able to bear it..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a whoosh, and a flash of vigor blinked past his ear, and hit the stone steps behind him.

He hesitated a few times, but still summoned up his courage to point to the young monk and said, "I... I will let... let you go today." In the carriage.

He still didn't forget to lift the curtain and added: "Don't let me see you again!"

Lin Yuyang glanced at the monk, and saw that he got up and scrambled to get up, patted the dust on his body, and turned around to leave if he seemed to be fine.

But before he took two steps away, he heard a voice behind him: "Grandfather, wait a minute!"

He turned around in doubt, and saw the young man bowed deeply to him and said, "I'm Chi Wenyue, thank you brother for saving me."

He was slightly surprised, and paused for a while before saying: "You have identified the wrong person."

At the same time, did the Concealment Curse of the Mind Dao fail?

I saw the young man giggling, "Everyone is watching the excitement, only you turned around and left when I was safe, this is really abrupt against the flow of people, who else is not you?"

He was stunned, and then said coldly: "It's a little effort." After he was about to turn around, he heard the young man say: "There is no way to repay a great kindness. If you don't give up, I will give you this treasure bag as a thank you."

He saw that this person was not dressed like a child from a wealthy family, and it took a lot of effort to customize a treasure bag.

Just as he was about to decline politely, he also remembered that the other party's moves were really out of order, let alone his sect, so he asked, "Which family are you a disciple of?"

The young man scratched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed, "There is no school, no sect, just a casual cultivator."

Then he added, "If we are from an ordinary family, if we are not a genius with a high root, we are not qualified to enter the immortal sect. It is very difficult to enter the outer sect."

"Even so, for one of the three sects like Huawei Sect, if you want to enter the outer sect, you have to..." He said and waved five fingers, "You need five thousand spirit stones to enter."

Entry qualifications clearly marked price?It was the first time Lin Yuyang heard about it, and he was a little curious, "What about Mingtianzong?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, "That's more expensive! The Huawei Sect is different from the past, and the Mingtian Sect is at the top of the sky, and there is a Tianzun sitting in the town, even though there is a magic cultivator..."

Hearing this, Lin Yuyang's heart sank.

"However, Tianzun's righteous killing of relatives can be regarded as restoring the reputation of the sect. Moreover, I heard that Tianzun, an old man, locked himself in the Siguo Pavilion because he taught a demon cultivator, and he has not come out yet."

He said with a sigh: "As expected of Heavenly Venerable."

The young man continued: "Like the young master of the Qiu family just now, even if his aptitude is not good, he can still enter the three sects. Who told him to reincarnate well?"

Lin Yuyang didn't listen. He remembered something when he was about to leave, so he took out a piece of black jade and threw it to the other party, "I'm in a hurry to take a step ahead. If you are in trouble in the future, you can use this sound transmission talisman to call me."

After finishing speaking, he drove into the sky with a huff, and heard the young man calling loudly from behind: "Don't you know the name of your benefactor?"

He didn't answer, and went straight into the dark night.

Bai Jingxuan searched for Lin Yuyang to no avail, and the Xuanjingtang disciples he sent out failed to report any useful information.

The kid must have used the Concealment Curse, he sighed, this spell is complex, and it is rare for someone who can understand it well, the method he used to avoid the pursuers was now used by Lin Yuyang to avoid himself.

He sighed softly, now as long as the other party wants to, I'm afraid no one will be able to find out.

But where can Lin Yuyang go?He has already sent someone to search for Tongmingjian, and Ye Qing is in Youlan Valley, if the other party shows up, Ye Qing will definitely notify him.

There is no trace of the other party in the place that has something to do with it in this world. The world is so big, where can I find it?

He worked hard but to no avail, and his worry deepened.

The days passed in such a flash for nearly two years.

Originally, people were terrified of the appearance of the sky slit, and various rumors and legends kept coming and going, but after a long time, no abnormalities appeared, and people gradually got used to it.

As long as it was the vision of Moxiu, all the spearheads were directed at Lin Yuyang.

In addition, in recent years, Lin Yuyang's reputation as the devil has been fueled intentionally or unintentionally, and even evolved to the point where he can be blamed for any bad things.

Only Bai Jingxuan knew in his heart that there must be something behind the crack, but if he did not find Lin Yuyang, all doubts would be impossible to solve.

Since that day, his living place has been moved from Qingxuan Palace to Siguo Pavilion, and he has stayed behind closed doors for two years, and ordered that no one should bother him if there is no news of Lin Yuyang.

People all said that Tianzun is worthy of being a role model of the immortal sect, and he is strict with himself.

But for Bai Jingxuan, only Lin Yuyang's matter in this world deserves his concern.

But on this day, Zhuang Jingrui, the head of the Deacon Hall, dragged Lu Jingchou from the Discipline Hall to the door of the Siguo Pavilion.

"Junior brother Lu has won the trust of the suzerain, so I have to ask you to help pass this matter on."

Lu Jingchou waved his hand, lowered his voice and said, "You don't know, since that incident happened, the suzerain's complexion has not been better, and I don't dare to bother him easily."

"It's related to the sect and society. This matter is no small matter. How can we not report it?"

"Since this matter is under the control of your deacon hall, it is natural that you should report it."

"Junior Brother Lu..."

The two pushed and shoved outside the Thinking Pavilion.

Bai Jingxuan listened to their conversation through several pavilion doors, so he said via voice transmission: "What's the matter?"

After hearing this sound, the two entered the door hesitantly until the last door of the pavilion.

Through the translucent door, the back of the white shirt was hazy. Zhuang Jingrui first knelt down on the ground, then grieved, and said, "Sect Master, since last year, the number of applicants for his outer sect has not been fully recruited. It’s not as good as before, and the number of people entering this year has dropped by more than [-]%. If this continues, the number of people will probably decrease next year.”

The exercises and cultivation resources learned by the disciples of the outer sect are naturally different from those of the inner sect, but the outer sect is the cornerstone of the entire sect. If there is no donation from the disciples of the outer sect, they will work hard to reclaim the Lingshan Mountain, or take care of the sect With its foreign trade and branches all over the world, no sect can grow and develop.

For a behemoth like Ming Tianzong, the outer sect is as important as the lifeline.

And because the disciples of the outer sects are usually of low realm, and their life expectancy is not much higher than that of ordinary people, so the three sects have to recruit a certain number of disciples of the outer sects every year to keep fresh blood.

In previous years, the three external sects had been in short supply, and even had to spend spirit stones to enter, but now they are not able to recruit enough people, which is really surprising.

In recent years, Bai Jingxuan didn't care about world affairs, and left all the affairs of the sect to the head of each hall, but this matter was related to the lifeline of the sect, so he had to intervene.

So he asked, "Do you know why?"

I saw Zhuang Jingrui sighing and saying: "In recent years, a sect called Beichen Temple has popped up out of nowhere, claiming that there is no threshold, no matter what qualifications, as long as you have the spiritual veins, you can enter."

At this time, Lu Jingchou said disapprovingly: "What's the matter? In Xiujie, people found sects and sects every now and then, and there are sect families withering all the time, and the waves wash away the sand."

"You don't understand." Zhuang Jingrui continued: "Originally, the major sects didn't think it was a problem. No one is a top-notch disciple, especially the sects like our three sects, which select one in a million disciples to ensure that generations of talents will come out in large numbers. "

"If there is no threshold, it must be an unpopular small sect. Everyone thinks that they will not last long, and the disciples in their sect must have high achievements."

"However, since last year, there have been such rumors that an unknown casual cultivator, who has practiced for ten years and is still in the body training stage, has only entered Beichen Hall for a few months, and has actually broken through the Qi training stage and entered Fenghuang. It's the beginning!"

"That's impossible." Lu Jingchou scoffed.

"It's absolutely true!" Zhuang Jingrui said very seriously, "I heard that this year's Zongmen Grand Competition, this person will also participate."

In order to promote friendly exchanges among various sects, Xiujie will hold a sect competition every five years, and in order not to hurt harmony, all sects will send juniors who have been in the sect for less than ten years to participate.

The lottery is provided by each sect. To show their strength, the rewards are often very generous.

This is also the best recruitment advertisement for each sect, and all sects will respond with all their strength over the years.

"What should I do in the future, please show me the suzerain."

Bai Jingxuan was still sitting in front of the altar, closed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Now you collect donations from the disciples of the outer sect, this wind must be eliminated."

Zhuang Jingrui repeatedly said yes.

"Secondly, in the future, the Mingtian Sect will recruit disciples, and it is not allowed to judge them based on their family background."

The two nodded again and again.

But after that, Bai Jingxuan didn't have anything to say.

Zhuang Jingrui waited for a while, and seeing that the suzerain didn't speak, he said embarrassingly: "Sovereign, although these two can cure the root cause, after all, far away water can't solve the near fire, this..."

"What do you want?" Bai Jingxuan thought in his heart that this unhealthy trend should have been eradicated a long time ago, it's only his fault that he never asked about world affairs, and dragged these stubborn illnesses until now.

Zhuang Jingrui and Lu Jingchou looked at each other. Encouraged by the latter's eyes, he plucked up his courage and said, "This year's competition, I would like to ask the suzerain to participate in person. At that time, the cultivation world will definitely flock to it, and my Mingtian sect's outer sect will definitely be punished." It's packed with water."

There is Tianzun as a live advertisement, what kind of talents can't be recruited?

Bai Jingxuan frowned slightly, before uttering a sentence: "I won't go."

"But this..." Zhuang Jingrui looked troubled, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lu Jingchou. After the two of them made eye contact, Lu Jingchou said: "As the sovereign, you can You don’t need to go there in person, you may want to set up a sound-transmitting formation, and just show up at the right time to boost morale.”

Zhuang Jingrui understood what he said and quickly agreed.

Both of them looked at the back figure with some anxiety, and after a long time heard: "Okay."

They finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they had accomplished a great deal, but they heard Bai Jingxuan added, "The awards will only be awarded after the competition is over, and the previous matters will be left to you to preside over."

The two looked at each other, and had no choice but to agree.

Until the day of the big competition, all the sects took out their housekeeping treasures. Due to the collapse of the Huawei Sect, in order to restore the decline of the sect, they even took out the holy spirit grass which had not been seen in a thousand years.

It attracted a large number of monks who were determined to win.

Ming Tianzong not only took out the top-grade magic weapon of Qianjitang, but also claimed that Tianzun would personally award the award, and preach to the winners, and receive a sentence from Tianzun, which is comparable to a painting by Bi Weng back then. Moment!

Of course, these were all made up by Zhuang Jingrui himself.

However, the effect was very solid. As soon as this statement came out, the flower building of Ming Tianzong was crowded with fans.

All sects will build flower houses during the Grand Competition. First, to show the strength of the sect. If the disciples in the sect win the lottery, they will hold a celebration banquet in the flower house to show off; Provide a temporary resting place.

Originally, in previous years, a big sect like Sanzong would disdain to compete with other sects for flower houses and lottery. The name of Sanzong won countless fans without further explanation.

But this year, the major sects failed to recruit disciples who met the qualification requirements, so they worked hard in Hualou.

For a time, this year's Zongmen Grand Competition was unprecedentedly grand.

The arena stretched from Anping Avenue on the outskirts of Lianyun City to the foot of Mount Dai, and was packed with people.

There are also gambling houses that have set up a bet.

The favorites to win the championship are still the disciples of Mingtianzong, because among the three sects, only Mingtianzong can be said to be unharmed, while Huaweizong and Yuxu Palace are both seriously injured due to the fall of the fairy head.

"I heard that in order to win the championship in one fell swoop, Ming Tianzong even sent out the guard disciples of Qingxuan Palace!"

"Didn't it mean that you can only send disciples who have been around for ten years?"

"He is from Qingxuan Palace, and his aptitude is one in a million. Even if he only enters the country for a year, he will enter the country much faster than others."

People were discussing a lot, the odds of Gong Yufei, the guardian disciple, had dropped to [-]%, but many people still bet the spirit stone on him.

Seeing the crowds in front of the gambling house, Gu Yuchen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Did you see that, the face of the entire Netherworld sect is on you."

Hearing this sentence, the young disciple sneered, "Brother, stop putting pressure on me."

As he spoke, he looked suspiciously at a name he had never seen before on the listing, and the odds soared to five hundred.

"Chi Wenyue? Who is that?"

Gu Yuchen shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

At this time, a black figure quietly pushed aside the crowd, took out a huge money bag and threw it in front of the gambling table, with a bang, a deep and cold voice came: "Bet on Chi Wenyue, five hundred Lingyu."

There was a burst of uproar from the crowd, the dealer stared dumbfounded at the purse shining with ghostly light, and then glanced at the person who came, he saw his sword eyebrows and star eyes, tall and straight, with a natural sense of oppression, which made people feel uncomfortable Looking at it can't help but feel awe.

The dealer nodded quickly, put away the money bag, and thought to himself that this man looks heroic, is he stupid in his mind?Who would pressure an unknown monk with five hundred spiritual jades!

Gu Yuchen looked at the figure suspiciously, tilted his head, pushed Gong Yufei again and said, "Do you think that person is familiar?"

Gong Yufei nodded thoughtfully, "A little bit."

"Strange, I just can't remember."

Everyone just watched the visitor drop a bag of Lingyu and leave.

Gu Yuchen stared at that figure and pondered for a long time, and when he was about to chase after him to find out, he couldn't find that person no matter what.

A dense stream of people passed by him, but the figure in the black shirt disappeared without a trace.

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