Lord Water God who still hasn't taken medicine today

The spoils meeting for Tianyiyi ended with an unexpected interruption, which was completely opposite to the joyous and joyous attitude of other sects at the beginning.

Tianyi committed public outrage, or it did something that others wanted to do but failed. It was successful, but it was exposed at the last moment. Now there are imperial courts and royal families watching behind, Taohe faction and Jibianmen are grinding their teeth. Palm, the Great Wu Tiangong aloofly stirs up muddy waters, and the ending will naturally not be too good.

Among the sects, the magic treasures of the Zangbao Pavilion were completely divided by various sects and even some families in China that were only weaker than the five major sects, and the Zangshu Pavilion was almost emptied. Fate is afraid that even the most important inheritance mentality of the sect will be snatched away. The small sect that cannot be named did not reap much benefit, but it dismantled the gold-plated and silver-plated tables and chairs in the Elder Hall like locusts passing through the border. , that jealousy even made Daoist Beihong shudder.

After everyone left, Master Beihong stood in front of the empty elder hall and sighed. There were only a few disciples behind him who did not disperse. Early on, he took the family belongings accumulated in Tianyi and his relatives and disciples and fled secretly without a trace.

The righteous leader who rose strongly 500 years ago is now only an empty shell.

"Master..."

A disciple saw Master Beihong standing in front of the Elder's Hall for a long time, and couldn't help but think of the grand occasion not long ago, his eyes turned red, but he tried his best to suppress his sadness, and called out the master.

There was a hoarse cry in the young man's voice.

Lost in memory for a moment, the wandering Master Beihong turned his head apologetically, just in time to see the expression on the little disciple's face about to cry or not.

It's still a child, Master Beihong thought, and then raised his eyes to see several older disciples standing behind the young man, also secretly wiping tears.

At this time, those who were still on Tianyi Mountain all had deep feelings for the sect and regarded it as their home.

It's normal to cry when your home is destroyed.

In a day, the real Beihong, who seemed to be ten years old, stepped forward to embrace the little disciple in his arms, and gently stroked his head.

"It's okay, just cry if you want to cry."

"Master..."

"..."

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa."

"..."

"...Why, master, why did you become like this, master, everyone...Although the elders are very fierce, and many senior brothers are also vicious, there are more senior brothers, senior sisters and senior sisters who are good people. become like this?"

Daoist Beihong, who hadn't touched children for many years, froze and felt the enlarged wet marks on the clothes around his waist. He looked around again, and everyone fell into sadness. The sobbing was weak at first, but after finding his companion After that, it became one after another, and the voice became louder and louder.

"That's right," Daoist Beihong could only sigh once in the end, "Why? Have you ever thought about it?"

The little disciple sniffed loudly, hiccupped, and said intermittently, "I've thought about it... hiccup, I don't know."

"Exactly what you said just now, although there are good people in our sect, there are more bad people with crooked minds. The ones who got us to this end are also not good guys, but also bad guys with crooked minds outside the sect. The world's evaluation They always generalize one thing, but for them, what they do is a good thing to punish evil and promote good, what's wrong?"

"Master..."

"Isn't it a good thing that there are no more bad guys today? And those who punish the evil and promote the good will end up like this one day, it's just the turn of the wind and water." When he said this, Bei Master Hong's eyes showed a strong evil spirit, and he lowered his eyes to prevent himself from scaring the young disciples.

"The root of Tianyi is still there. No one can match the talisman method of our sect. As long as we keep this tradition and pass it on, there will always be a day when it will rise again. So after crying now, you should fight hard. "

"Yes! Sect Master!"

A group of disciples packed up and left. They need to count the remaining items before closing the mountain gate.

Master Beihong laughed at himself in his heart, counting the remaining items should be easy.

Except for these remaining disciples, there are basically nothing left on Tianyi Mountain.

... No, there is one more.

Master Beihong turned his head, just in time to see Wu Ren walking out of the elder hall.

The big witch's eyes were tightly closed, but his feet did not stray too far, and he walked straight towards Master Beihong.

"So, goodbye."

"...The big witch walks slowly."

Master Beihong was speechless, what exactly was this person doing here?

The two saluted at a distance of several zhang, then Master Beihong stood still, and the two passed by.

Wu Ren, who had passed him, stopped suddenly.

Daoist Beihong, who was just relieved, could only raise his heart again, and turned around.

But Wu Ren didn't turn around. He turned his back to Master Beihong and asked suddenly: "Does the head of Beihong think that with the turbulent wind and water, even if everything declines, it will rise one day?"

Daoist Beihong broke out in cold sweat for a moment.

There is nothing wrong with this question, but combined with this identity... combined with the current situation of Wu Dao, it is too problematic.

If one fails to answer well, the Great Wutian Palace and the imperial court will join forces to make trouble, right?It is more likely that he will not be troubled by the big witch immediately after answering.

Rao Yi, who is close to two hundred years old, also feels that this moment is the most dangerous moment in his life.

But not answering...it seems impossible.

He thought about it and replied: "No one dares to say anything about the future, but even if Tianyi rises again one day, it won't be the Tianyi I know."

After a while, he heard the big witch sighed softly and said, "Really?"

"right."

"Heh," the big witch turned sideways, seeming to be smiling but his stiff face couldn't show the slightest bit, "The head of Beihong is a sensible person."

"...?"

"Does the head know that this matter is not over yet?"

"What..."

"The imperial court's revenge has not yet arrived, the head of the sect should not relax too soon."

"what?"

Wu Ren didn't continue talking to Master Beihong, the fairies of the Great Wutian Palace were already waiting on the side with the cloud sedan chair, he boarded the cloud sedan chair, and left in silence.

Master Beihong: "..."

What the hell are you talking about? !

***

A year later, Ziyang Mountain.

This high mountain on the border of Nam Dinh Province is often rumored to have immortals living in seclusion, or masters of Taoism practicing on the mountain. The poor people who live at the foot of the mountain and can't read much are naturally afraid of the monks.

Even if it was to hunt and support their families, they would not go up until they reached halfway up the mountain.

"Immortals are afraid of the smell of the world of mortals, so let's not bother them."

Saying such words, they didn't know that Ziyang Mountain was an inaccessible place even among monks.

"Who dares to break into the lair of the Taoist in purple clothes? If you accidentally break into it, you will be hunted down."

Of course, it wasn't that there were no one spying here. After all, Taoist Ziyi didn't always go out, just like now, it is said that Taoist Ziyi took his new apprentice for a trip, and there was no one left behind on Ziyang Mountain.

Therefore, some spies also became bold.

In front of him was a water mirror summoned by a spell. The Taoist man in purple was lying on his side on the straw, with a plate of walnuts in his hand. Five or six straws were spread together under his body to form a simple carpet. Let the purple-clothed Taoist not be afraid of getting dusty on his clothes.

The purple-clothed Taoist snapped it lightly, exposing the pulp in the walnut, and broke the pulp out completely. He threw the walnut meat to the blood cubs who were waiting to be fed.

All the old and the young have bulging cheeks, and the bulging cheeks move with the chewing action.

They are commenting on the spies that appeared in the water mirror.

"Oh oh oh, the sword energy that unconsciously split the branches blocking the way must be the sword cultivator of Yuanshan who didn't run away."

"The practice of swordsmanship is not limited to Yuanshan's sword cultivators, there are actually other sects, Pei Ji, you can't just open your eyes and draw conclusions arbitrarily."

"Then you have another opinion?"

"Of course, there are not many sword lunatics in Yuanshan. What's going on now, how could they still have manpower? Didn't your brother tell you that there are no sword cultivators chasing him recently?"

"I didn't say anything."

"……All right."

The two stopped talking, otherwise the walnut residue would be sprayed everywhere.

after awhile.

"What are we looking at this spy for?"

"After all, there is nothing to do."

"so boring."

"Yes."

If other monks heard the conversation between the two, they would definitely scold them, how boring!

It has been a year since the brilliance of the sudden anomaly on Mount Yuan, and the common people are used to the fact that the northwest is as bright as day and night every day, but this incident has still caused waves among monks. There is no recovery.

... After all, Yeonsan still shines like the sun every day.

The monks were far from the only ones who were restless.

Recasting the Chang Yuan Sword, who and what is guarding Yuan Hai now?

This may be the weakest period of guarding the Gate of Myriad Demons in Yuanhai since the Battle of Demons 500 years ago. At the foot of the mountain, there was a big battle for three days and a small battle every day. The most terrifying one was that the group of demons came out all the way, and they hit the gate of the sword furnace where the master of the sword gate made swords.

But without asking for help from any sect, the sword cultivators abruptly pushed the group of demons back to the foot of the mountain.

As soon as such intuitive strength came out, everyone in the world was shocked, and the imperial court, Daohe faction, and Jibianmen all became jealous of the silent Jianmen.

Not to mention the reinforcements that morally should have been sent to Yuanshan but were not sent, a piece of news broke out in that most dangerous war.

Now guarding Yuanhai is Baihe Shuijun who suddenly attacked Tianyi Mountain a year ago and then retreated faster.

This god's attainment in illusion has reached its peak, and the numerous illusions made it impossible for the group of demons to approach the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, so they had no choice but to retreat.

But at this time, a rumor suddenly spread.

Some writers of "Qiao Dao Bao" verified that the rumors came from a fox girl in Qingshan.

Shirakawa Shui-kun already has a partner who has made a covenant of life and death.

The entire cultivation world is gossiping about where the partner of Baihe Suijun, who has been single for 500 years, came from, and a bigger news broke out.

Someone deduced from the discrepancy between the face shown by Shui Jun when he attacked the mountain a year ago and the previous record that the water god used his partner's body, so he left Baihe town without any scruples and went thousands of miles away to attack the mountain. The face on Shui Jun's face is none other than Ji Lian, the righteous young hero who rose to fame not long ago.

The entire comprehension world was shocked.

male?

two men?

So Shirakawa Suicun is a broken sleeve?

After that, some people brought up the friendship between Yu Baihe and Xia Ping'an, and concluded that there must be an ulterior relationship between the two.

Not long after this assertion was made, they were hunted down.

The pursuer was a young man who used a pitch-black scythe as his weapon. His face was always gloomy, which made people look frightened.

The young man swirled in purple light, his curved blade was as cold as ice, and he cupped his hands at them.

"Fellow Daoist, please advise."

The monk who spoke bad words: "..."

What the hell!