When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

The farce didn't last long.

When the people are stuck behind the pillars outside the temple gate, they are in a dilemma,

"enough!"

A very deterrent voice came from outside the palace gate,

Seeing this, everyone looked away and followed the voice.

I saw an old man in gray robe and white beard coming with a few Taoist boys on a crane. From the majestic appearance of the old man, one can roughly guess that he has a high status in Huayang Sword Sect.

This name is Nie Zong, who is the current head of the Huayang Sword Sect, and is Yan Qing'an's uncle. Back then, Yan Qing'an's master entrusted Yan Qing'an to rescue the young people who had been wiped out by the Demon Sect—he knew it.

It's just that Nie Zong didn't like Master Yan Qing'an's thoughts at the time. He thought that "He Heng" was too deeply influenced by the monster. Even if he was rescued, he would inevitably become stubborn and disobedient. A seal of the spirit root of the demon soul in his body is not permanent after all.

In the end, under the insistence of the other party, he did not express any further objections.

But now, I didn't expect that "He Heng" would cause such a disaster after only two years, and if he hadn't confessed in the hall today, his nephew would have to bear all these crimes.

Thinking of this, Nie Zong put his hands behind his back, turned to the crowd, and said word by word:

"Today, Nie will give you an explanation. Since the theft of the token is true, the Huayang Sword Sect will do its best to seal the monsters in the underground of Cangshan Mountain again,"

"It's just that, as to why the tokens were stolen and how to punish dereliction of duty, it's an internal issue of the sect. I think everyone has had enough fun here today, and it's almost time to go back."

Nie Zong's words can be said to be in the hands of some "orthodox priests" who are stuck on the pillars at the door in a dilemma.

Why do they want to stay here to be lively again? They urgently need to give them a step down.

Hearing what Nie Zong said, Sui Gu immediately stood up and said:

"Since Sect Leader Nie said that he will give us justice, I naturally believe what Sect Leader Nie said, and I will leave today."

After saying that, he led the crowd away in a hurry without looking back.

After everyone left, Nie Zong turned around and turned his gaze to the hall again.

His gaze briefly stayed on He Heng who had faded from the black mist. There was a very complicated emotion mixed in his eyes, like helplessness and disappointment, a little angry, and a little hidden fear that was not easy to detect. Finally, All this turned into a helpless sigh.

Then he turned to Yan Qing'an at the end of the room.

Nie Zong grew up with this nephew, and Yan Qing'an knew very well for him that the other party was a "sex" who would rather hit the south wall than take a shortcut, so how could he not believe the rumors that Yan Qing'an was a demon in order to break through the tenth floor? Teach rumors of collusion,

After thinking about it, he looked at Yan Qing'an and said, "The theft of tokens is a problem of Huayang Sword Sect, but He Heng is your apprentice, so you can decide what to do with him, but..."

Speaking of this, Nie Zong turned his attention to He Heng again,

"Since he admitted that he did all of this, from now on he has nothing to do with Huayang Sword Sect."

After hearing this, He Heng's face remained expressionless, but he slandered in his heart,

can,

He was expelled from the division at the beginning, which fits Long Aotian's script very well.

996: 【... I want to remind you that you are taking the script of the crematorium, don't always think that you are taking the script of Long Aotian. 】

He Heng: "No difference, it's all the same, sometimes you have to change your perspective, understand? Don't keep thinking about 'crematorium' and 'crematorium', why put so much pressure on yourself?"

996: […]

In the next second, Nie Zong took out a gray vial from his wide sleeve, put it on the table, and then sighed helplessly to Yan Qing'an,

"As for your injury, let Xue Yao come here later, here is a bottle of Huojing Huagu Powder, you can use it first..."

He knew very well that Yan Qing'an's internal energy was lost and his meridians were damaged, and this was not a small problem. Even if they were the most prestigious in their sect, Xue Yaolai, who was known as the "Medical Sage", couldn't quickly repair it.

Perhaps the best result can only be to repair the meridians first, and then start all over again. Yan Qing'an's efforts of more than [-] years will be in vain. This is nothing more than the cruelest blow to every ascetic.

"Cough, cough,"

As soon as Yan Qing'an opened his mouth, he couldn't stop coughing a few times, and then he covered the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and thanked Nie Zong.

When Nie Zong left Wang'an Residence, he sent a few Taoist boys around him to stay here specially, and told them not to let He Heng leave the Nanshan Tiangong of Huayang Sword Sect before he completely sealed the monster, in case he did something else. What damage to the sect's reputation.

After Nie Zong left, the door boy who was originally Hou in the hall withdrew to the outside of the hall, leaving only He Hengyan and Qing'an in the huge hall for a while.

According to the information provided by 996 just now, Yan Qing'an's blackening value has barely stabilized at around 90, but the other party's physical condition is still very bad, so He Heng thought about letting Xue Yao, whom Nie Zong just mentioned, come first.

Thinking of this, he said to Yan Qing'an: "Master..."

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Qing'an,

"You are no longer an apprentice."

Just now, Yan Qing'an pondered over the fate of this matter.

The reason why "He Heng" was saved back then was because he was entrusted by his master and the He family was kind to the Huayang Sword Sect, and the reason why "He Heng" would do some acts that violated the sect's rules and outrageous acts, in the final analysis, was his own fault. Inappropriate discipline.

That being the case, if he does something to himself, he will accept it, but from now on, his He Heng's master-apprentice relationship will be cut off. If He Heng does something harmful to the common people again, Huayang Sword Sect will not be able to do anything. Will protect him any more.

After hearing Yan Qing'an's words, He Heng was taken aback for a moment, then he nodded thoughtfully,

Just now I was expelled from the teacher's school, so I am no longer his apprentice now, but if I don't call him master, what should I call him?

"Yan Qing'an", "Qing'an", "Qing Qing", "An'an"?

Calling each other by their first names sounds weird, but the latter three obviously haven't reached the level of intimacy in this world where they can call each other that way.

So after much deliberation,

Neither is right.

Finally, He Heng looked up at him and said:

"You're right, but this doesn't prevent you from being called Master, you call yours, and those who call you, each has his own business."

Yan Qing'an: "..."

He once knew that He Heng had the ability to be so angry that he could die.

In the next second, Yan Qing'an coughed violently while supporting the corner of the table, with streaks of bright red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, making him look precarious.

Seeing this, He Heng walked over and picked him up horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom.

The moment his body suddenly flew into the air, Yan Qing'an suddenly rounded his amber eyes, looked towards the man holding him in disbelief, and blurted out,

"You put it down."

The moment his voice fell, He Heng really withdrew his hands back, making it seem like he was going to throw his hands out of his arms in the next second.

"Well... you!"

Yan Qing'an suddenly lost his balance. He thought that He Heng was going to let go, so he stretched out his arms unconsciously and put his arms around the other's neck.

However, his body didn't fly into the air as expected, and He Heng's broad palm firmly supported his body.

When Yan Qing'an looked up, he saw a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

After realizing that he was being teased, he shrank his head back a little sullenly, and did not speak again, but at this moment, he heard the other party's deep voice coming from above his head,

"Let you down?"

"Then can you take two steps?"

Yan Qing'an: "..."

I was so angry that I couldn't speak.

He Heng carried him all the way to the couch, and then ordered the doorman to find the Xue Yao that Nie Zong said.

Xue Yao arrived very quickly, and in less than half a cup of tea, he stepped on his long sword and came to Wang Anju from his residence.

After taking Yan Qing'an's pulse, the pudgy old man pinched his short gray beard and sighed uncontrollably.

Seeing this, He Heng pulled aside and asked, "What do you mean?"

He was afraid that if Xue Yao continued to sigh, Yan Qing'an would pay back, but after hearing too many sighs like the Great Compassion Curse, he became short of breath.

"Oh," Xue Yao sighed again, "He's so hard to deal with."

"The meridians are all damaged, and the inner alchemy is missing. It's like emptying a pot of water, and now you let the pot suddenly fill up. How can there be such a method in this world?"

He Heng didn't know how difficult he was, so he said after thinking about it:

"Give back the Neidan to him, shall we?"

Hearing this, Xue Yao waved his hands at him again and again, "What's the matter, think about it, can you spit out what you ate?"

He Heng: "..."

It doesn't have to be so disgusting.

After thinking about it, he still asked,

"Tell me, is there really nothing you can do? Or is there any way to recover your internal strength faster?"

Xue Yao pondered for a moment, then said: "As far as we know, Wangu Dansheng of Puritanism has a unique set of secrets to restore the heart, this may be effective, but he lives in seclusion all the year round, or he is practicing in closed doors, very few people can do it. I got the chance to visit, but..."

He Heng couldn't bear the slow "sex" of the other party, so he grabbed the other party's cuff and urged:

"Just what?"

Xue Yao: "It's just that the five major sects held a sect competition in Yuntai Mountain recently. It is said that the leader will be there. If there is a chance to win the first place in the sect competition, it would not be difficult to meet him."

That sounds like a no-brainer.

He Heng immediately lowered his head and pondered in his heart,

The Zongmen Grand Competition they talked about was nothing more than a large group of people gathered together and then fought each other. Whoever had the hardest fist and beat everyone else to the ground would be the winner in the end.

This activity sounds perfect for me. If he goes there now, isn't the group all free?

After the two chatted, Xue Yao prescribed some "medicine" for Yan Qing'an. After He Heng ordered the doorman to cook the "medicine", he went to Yan Qing'an's room again.

He gently pushed open the door of the other party's room, only to see Yan Qing'an's black long hair spread out on the soft bed, and he was closing his eyes tightly at this moment, shrinking his body in the corner He huddled into a very insecure position, obviously fell asleep when he got up, but the quilt on his body only covered his waist, and most of his body was "exposed" to the outside.

Seeing this, He Heng walked to the bed and gently pulled up the quilt for Yan Qing'an. During this process, the back of his hand accidentally touched Yan Qing'an's cheek.

The moment the warm touch of the opponent's cheek was felt on the back of the hand, Yan Qing'an's long eyelashes that were originally tightly closed trembled once or twice.

Without thinking too much, He Heng took his hand back.

At this moment, there were several "boom, boom, boom" knocks on the door, and then the little doorman pushed the wooden door "squeaky" a crack, poked half of his head in and said to He Heng. :

"The 'medicine' is ready."

Fearing that the other party would wake up the sleeping man, He Heng hurriedly made a "shh" gesture to him, walked to the door quickly, and said to Xiaodaotong,

"You put it there first, and when he wakes up, heat it up for him before bringing it in."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left the house, closing the wooden door behind him.

It's just that after the door was closed, Yan Qing'an, who was already "asleep" on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, with a trace of inexplicable emotions mixed in them.

Yan Qing'an grabbed the quilt with both hands, tossed and turned several times on the bed, but the cool touch of the back of the other's hand caressing his cheek unintentionally just now and the words He Heng said to Xiaodaotong always appeared in his mind.

None of He Heng's actions seemed to be pretending, otherwise he wouldn't have shown it when he was asleep.

It doesn't look like he's pretending to fly upside down, after all, it takes some difficulty to achieve the effect.

But why did He Heng do this?

At this moment, Yan Qing'an only felt his head "buzzing". From the moment He Heng fell on Yu Jianfei, his brain started to "buzz".

so annoying!

In the end, unable to sort out his thoughts, he angrily pulled the quilt over his head, trying to suffocate himself in the quilt...

When Yan Qing'an woke up, he just felt dizzy, the sky outside the window had darkened, and he didn't know how long he had slept.

It seems that because the other party sent him spiritual energy before, the true energy in his heart has stabilized, and there is no more heart-piercing pain like before, but the muscles all over his body are still sore, and there is no pain at all. what strength.

Yan Qing'an leaned against the head of the bed half-supported, and was about to put on his shoes and get off the bed, when a series of eager footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, "Tick tock! Tick tock!", and then he saw the doorman running in in a panic and said:

"Daoist Yan, it's not good. Your apprentice ignored all the obstacles from you just now, and flew out directly with Yujian, breaking the gate control left by Zhangjiao Nie, and said that he was going to attend some kind of sect conference in Yuntai Mountain."

Yan Qing'an immediately leaned against the head of the bed, holding his forehead with some headaches, thinking that He Heng might just go out and cause trouble again, right?

Thinking of this, he quickly put on his shoes and got out of bed, picked up the long sword hanging on the door and walked out of the palace gate...

At this time, the foot of Yuntai Mountain was surrounded by bustling crowds, and it looked very lively.

I heard that if you can win the top prize in this Zongmen Grand Competition, you will have the opportunity to visit the Library Pavilion that Wangu Dansheng only opened to his younger brothers, and you will have the opportunity to learn his unique heart formula. Young people all want to join in the fun.

Walk up the winding mountain road for a few minutes, and you will come to a magnificent gray stone gate, with the three characters "Puritanism" engraved in the center.

And there are two wooden tables in front of the stone gate, and there are two or three Taoist boys in Tsing Yi Taoist robes sitting in front of each table. These Taoist boys will write down the names, sects and ages of the contestants. The registration office for the Second Zongmen Dabi.

On the road in front of them, there were two long queues, all of which were young Taoist priests who had signed up for the competition.

Those who came to participate in the competition were not very old, with different clothes and very different temperaments.

It's just that at the front of one of the teams, one of the young men in a black Taoist robe and holding a long sword seemed a little out of place.

It's not that he looks weird, but the other teams are very close together, and there is nothing behind him, and he keeps a long distance behind him, as if he is a tiger that can eat It's just as terrifying. Once you get close, you will be eaten alive by the other party.

Next second,

I saw one of the Taoist priests in charge of registration hooked his fingers, and shouted to the group without raising his head:

"Next person."

Hearing this, He Heng quickly walked to the table,

Daotong flipped through the record book in his hand, without looking up,

"Name, sect, and age, we do not accept contestants over the age of 25."

He Heng answered truthfully one by one,

"He Heng, Huayang Sword Sect, twenty."

After recording these in the book, Daotong raised his head and glanced at him.

It doesn't matter if you don't glance at it, it's startling.

When he cleared the vermilion mark between He Heng's eyebrows, he was obviously stunned for a moment. How evil is this mark?

that's weird

Another look.

still a bit weird,

So Daotong couldn't help but ask:

"What is your purpose for participating in the Zongmen Dabi held in Yuntai Mountain?"

As his voice fell,

He Heng thrust the long sword into the ground vigorously, and black mist suddenly appeared around his body. Just looking at it made people shudder, and the strange vermilion mark between his eyebrows became more and more obvious, like blood. The color is normal, and the pattern of thorns on the neck begins to appear again.

This time, he frightened everyone behind him to take another dozen steps back.

Only Dao Tong, who was forced to register the contestants under the order of the head teacher, still fidgeted and stood in front of his post.

In the next second, He Heng looked at Xiaodaotong in front of him, and said in a calm voice:

"My dream is to become the Light of the Right Path!".