Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Kunlun Wonderland is the highest place in China.

Xiujie believes that Xianshan is the closest holy place to Jiuchongtian, and it is beyond reach. Only mentioning the word Kunlun is respectful and dare not be profaned.

Times have changed, things have changed, and now the heads of the various states are here in person, clearly intending to stage a grand drama to force the palace...

The man with a face as heavy as water devoutly burned incense, stood in front of the ancestral hall, faced the ancestors, sighed helplessly, closed his eyes and murmured.

"Whether Kunlun can get through this difficult time safely depends on the protection of the ancestors..."

"Hey, I didn't expect that the world-renowned Ten Nights Changting Nine Mengjun would also beg grandpa to sue grandma."

"To shut up."

"To tell you the truth, it's useless to ask your ancestors, unless...you recognize me as your ancestor."

The cynical and familiar tone made Liu Changting even more helpless.

Looking at the handsome face of the man approaching in front of him, his eyes covered by the black veil, he felt even more furious, and ruthlessly pushed the man aside, and asked in a deep voice while offering incense to the immortal portrait enshrined in the hall: "If it wasn't How did you, Kunlun, suffer such a catastrophe? Gu Feng, you owe me more than just favors."

"Favour? Tsk, my lord has never thought of repaying it. You see, my Xuanji Pagoda has a head and a face in the cultivation world. With such a high status, how about paying the price with my body?"

This is his usual style and rhetoric, Liu Changting is deaf to it.

In the early years, his fiancée’s affair with others had completely disgraced him and Kunlun. After he put on this green hat, he swore to the sky that he would never practice with others again, otherwise he would be struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens, and all his souls would be destroyed. Self-cultivation.

The Suzerain of the Xuanji Pagoda and the Kunlun Immortal... What a joke!

At the same time, in the Qingxin Hall, on the seats, the high-ranking people who had their own concerns were whispering.

Among them, the young man at the top of the guest seat was drinking tea casually. He had short hair that reached his chin, and his stubble was slightly green. He did not give people the illusion of being sloppy, on the contrary, he looked mature and wild. There were two gold rings with dragon patterns on his earlobes.

Even if the outside world is freezing cold, the whole body can still emit scorching heat.He seemed out of place in the group of sect masters who couldn't bear the severe cold in the fairyland and were tightly covered. His collar was open and his cuffs were rolled up to his shoulders. His arms, chest and abdomen muscles were very strong, and he looked like a master who could fight. Son.

Seeing that no one in the crowd dared to shout loudly, this person crossed his legs and laughed secretly. He wanted to add some joy to the death-like silence, pretending to be dissatisfied, and complained: "Kunlun's hospitality is nothing more than that. If Liu Changting doesn't show up, he's obviously leaving us alone, you can bear it, but I can't bear it!"

This man with a rough accent, coupled with his bold and unrestrained demeanor, couldn't be the head of the Tiandaomen, Mo Qianlin, who is based in the north of Shanhaiguan.

Seeing that he took the lead, Xiao Chen, who attended on behalf of Yuehuashi, didn't want to disrespect this person. He was afraid that it would be too embarrassing for him to be ignored, so he let out a lazy snort while teasing the python wrapped around his wrist.

However, 36 Pi, who mistakenly thought that Lian Yuehua was also standing on the united front with Tiandaomen, was unwilling to fall behind, and rushed to prove the existence of his own sect.

"That's right! Our 36 Pei and Lingxue Palace can, can... all died. I heard that each of the twelve prefectures... has disciples who died tragically, but for the time being... there is no definite evidence to prove that it was Feng...Feng, Feng's family What the demon did, I have pity on my disciple... disciple..."

As he spoke, he burst into tears. If he hadn't developed a heart of stone, Mo Qianlin might have been deceived by him.

"Hey? Speaking of which, your head has only reached the back of Lao Tzu's back. You have wicked eyebrows and eyes, and you can't speak fluently. You don't have the temperament of a master. You are worse than the old ten. What about others?"

"...Sect Master Mo has something, doesn't know, old, uh... the old head is plagued by... a serious illness, he has been ill for a long time, and he is bedridden...in that bed, it is difficult to..."

"Okay, as far as your note is concerned, it's better to save it, and the head of Bu, can you tell me a few words?"

Xiao Chen glanced at the late student who was stuttering and unable to speak, his face turned purple, and then looked at Bu Nian'an, who was named by his name, who was not as good as his name, chuckled lightly, and started to watch the show thoughts.

Speaking of which, the title of "Old Ten" is still exclusive to Mo Qianlin, and now he is the only one in the Twelve States who still clings to his previous prestigious ranking. It is precisely because of this that the grievances between the Sword Sect and Kunlun have not diminished but increased over the years.

"Sect Master Mo doesn't know that the head of 36 Pi is dying, and he knows that time is running out, so he personally appointed his beloved son Yi Wanshui to succeed him as the head of the sect. Don't you think so? Dao Xubu. "

The one phrase that hits the spot where people are hurting is indeed Xiao Fufeng, the master of poisonous tongue.

On the surface, Mo Qianlin was unmoved, but in fact he almost shook his shoulders with suffocated laughter.

"Xiao Shi, then what you said is wrong, isn't it? Lao Tzu and Kunlun look down on each other, but one size counts. It is a dream to use this reason to get Lao Tzu to help you. Besides, you said that the twelve states are dead Damn, my Sword Sect has never said this before. I disagree with Xuanji Pagoda, Taoyuan Medical Sect, and Jiuyou Huahai, which has never been seen in another world. Since you have high hopes from your father, you shouldn't stumble on this kind of thing Somersault, Zhahu belongs to you all day long, have you seen the head of Renbu squeak!"

Loud voice is also a talent, opening one's mouth can frighten outsiders.

Mo Qianlin is a bold and unrestrained man from Mobei, Xiao Chen never questioned his uprightness and integrity.

Obviously, before Kunlun came forward to give Xiujie an explanation, it was most appropriate for him to take care of the overall situation. Besides, in the previous battle of Lingxue Palace to encircle and suppress demons, although Mo Qianlin did not come forward, he also represented Tiandaomen Remaining neutral, in the current one-sided situation, is the greatest help to the controversial master and apprentice.

As soon as these words came out, all four were silent. One was because they were afraid of the status of Tiandaomen and Mo Qianlin's strength, and the other was that it was hard to argue with the facts.

Besides, except for the young head of 36 Pi, no one has the ambition and delusion to trip Kunlun and Jiumengjun by making a big fuss about it.

How do you say something?Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

Liu Changting came late, and when he heard this from a distance, he couldn't help feeling in his heart, this is the pillar of righteousness...

But Mo Qianlin is a vengeful master, when he saw Liu Changting, his heart was filled with anger, he held the tea cup and Gu Zi felt sullen, and with a strong hand, he crushed the porcelain cup on the spot.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and "Little Ten" Yi Wanshui screamed. Unexpectedly, everyone present was indifferent to this. On the other hand, when the cup shattered, the boiling hot tea soup had been held up by internal force. The coldness of the internal strength cultivated suddenly produced a layer of frost.

The caster was Liu Changting who was strolling in the courtyard.

When he flicked his sleeves leisurely and passed in front of Mo Qianlin, the cold cup of tea accidentally rushed towards Bu Nian'an who was sitting opposite the latter, and splashed him in the face.

This was obviously not what Liu Changting did, and Mo Qianlin did not expect it. The two looked at each other and had no choice but to pretend nothing happened.

Bu Nian'an calmly took out the veil to wipe off the water on his face, and silently wrote down the hatred.

"Mo... Sect Master Mo, your, hand, hand..."

The man said "Huh?", looked down, and saw that the crispy pieces that should have been sharp had been crushed into fine powder under the force of his strong palm, and he was late to make a fuss.

Liu Changting slowly stepped into the upper seat, facing the famous venerables who rushed to Kunlun at the same time with different purposes, he cleverly concealed his inner uneasiness, his eyes swept over the faces of everyone present, and finally stopped at the careless Xiao Chen body.

"All the honored guests are monks with high status in the twelve states. They gathered in the fairyland today, presumably because of the Feng family."

Yi Wanshui was really not afraid of big things, seeing that no one dared to respond, he actually stood out.

"To tell you the truth, if he hadn't...didn't kill my 36-pi disciple, today's junior wouldn't, wouldn't have come from afar. The old father...the father is still sick, so of course the child would have to go to bed...the ones in front of the bed and behind the bed... Serving. You don’t know something, but when I learned that my apprentice died tragically, my father fainted at that time, almost...almost died, this...but it was all caused by that demon named Feng!!"

Everyone held their breaths, listening to him was really difficult, but they all gave 36 Pei and the old head of the family face, and couldn't express it directly, only Mo Qianlin winked, scratched his heart and felt uncomfortable...

But what he said was the truth, and Liu Changting couldn't refute it. Just as everyone was secretly thankful for Yi Wanshui's outspoken words and waiting for Jiumengjun's next explanation, a distant and ethereal bell sounded suddenly from afar.

"Bai Xue thinks the spring is too late, so she wears the garden tree as flying flowers."

This feeling is too familiar, and it feels strange after a long absence. Only Xiao Chen and Bu Nian are present.

Looking high and far away, the plain white figure stands in the snow everywhere, independent of the world.

This person's face is like a carved jade, his eyes are tightly closed, his silver hair is embroidered with a hair crown embroidered with Taiji Yin and Yang, and his cloak is so bright that it blocks the slim Taoist robe, with a dust whisk on his arms, and he walks slowly and slowly with every step. Steady, leaving a line of frost under his feet, extraordinary and free from dust.

"Bai...Bai Qinghan? It's the Lord Xi!"

"The rumors are true, it seems that he is really not dead!!"

"It's true that Lingxue Palace split into Daoxuan and Daoxu..."

Facing the crowd's discussion, Mo Qianlin was stunned for a while, but Bai Qinghan turned a deaf ear, walked slowly in front of people, and stopped in front of Liu Changting.

Mo Qianlin wanted to touch the feathers hanging on his shoulder armor, but was interrupted by the young man who was following the man.

Take a closer look, isn't this Aizi Buyinlou who is the head of the step?

"Nizi! Step out of the gate of Lingxue Palace, how dare you come back to be in front of your father again!"

The family ugliness should not be publicized, it was unexpected for Bu Nian'an to choose Bai Qinghan's camp when he came to Buyinlou, and he has never seen himself since his son followed the deadly enemy with whom he was not in common.

It was a coincidence to meet again today, and there were signs of seizures in the public. I am afraid that Taoist Daoxu has also been tossed a lot these days.

"Father, even if we are divided into Xuanxu and Xuanxu, we are still in the same line of Lingxue Palace, why bother with these..."

"Nizi! How dare you speak hard! Bai Zhezhou is a white-eyed wolf, you have to add salt to father's wounds!!"

As soon as these words came out, it was too late to realize that his words and deeds were inappropriate, seeing Bai Qinghan turning his head quietly, Bu Nian'an felt a chill go straight to his forehead.

"Bu Nian'an, repeat what you just said."

The author has something to say: "Bai Xue thinks spring is too late, so she wears trees in the garden as flying flowers." From "Spring Snow".

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