White Moonlight Rescue System [Quick Transmigration]

At this time, the left and right sides of the inner hall of Qingjue Peak were filled with peak masters from various peaks, and a young man in white robes with cold eyes was sitting on the high seat in the middle.

Lin Ce felt a little headache as he sat at the top and looked at the people whispering below.

Yun Xiao, who was sitting beside him, looked at his expression and coughed to remind everyone.

Hearing the sound, the hall suddenly fell silent.

"Sect Master." After a while, a man in gray stood up and cupped his hands at Lin Ce, saying, "Over the years, the Sword Discussion Conference has been held in this sect, but this year, the Xuanji Sect asked for some fairness, and each sect took turns to hold it. Isn't it ridiculous?"

Lin Ce listened indifferently, and waited for the man to finish his speech filled with righteous indignation, and then slowly said: "If they have that ability, so what if they hold this sword discussion conference?"

The man looked a bit embarrassed when he heard that.

"The suzerain is right, those who are capable will do it. We Hanyunzong people are definitely not the narrow-minded generation. Qingya peak master really worries too much."

The person who spoke was wearing a purple shirt with a silver bell around his waist, half of his face was covered with a snow veil, his brows were curved, and his eyes were full of autumn water. He was Si Shuang, the master of Feishuang Peak.

Lin Ce was stared at by those beautiful eyes full of affection, and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, but he still had to keep his face expressionless.

The man called Qingya Peak Lord shook his sleeves and snorted coldly, and sat back in his original position.

Seeing this, Yunxiao sighed secretly in his heart, Qingya has always had a feud with Sishuang, the suzerain really shouldn't be like this, but he has always had this temperament, and he doesn't show any kindness to those close to him, let alone this Qingya. cliff.

Yun Xiao had no choice but to come out to smooth things over to ease the atmosphere, and said loudly: "About the Sword Discussion Conference, are you all clear about your responsibilities?"

"Yes." All the peak masters said in unison.

"Then don't let the suzerain down, and don't let the people of the outer sect see our jokes."

The rest naturally answered in low voices.

After everyone left, only he and Yun Xiao were left in the hall, Lin Ce reached out to hold the teacup, took a sip, looked up and saw Yun Xiao looking at him, he couldn't help but frowned, and said coldly: "What's wrong? "

"Sovereign, who do you plan to send to represent Han Yunzong at the Sword Discussion Conference?" Yun Xiao asked in a low voice.

Lin Ce frowned and pondered. Originally, the third disciple Xuan Yi was sent to come forward at this time. As for now, Lin Ce put the teacup on the table and already had the answer in his heart.

He looked at the sky, opened his mouth and said two words coldly: "Xuan Hao."

Yun Xiao was a little stunned when he heard the words, he didn't know why he mentioned this name, in his impression, Yun Xu had always ignored this disciple and let him fend for himself.

"Why did the suzerain suddenly mention him?"

Lin Ce tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and when he heard Yun Xiao's question, imitating Yun Xu's tone, he said impatiently, "There's no reason, just do as you want."

"Yes."

Seeing Lin Ce's displeased expression, Yun Xiao slowly retreated and turned to leave.

It didn't take long for everyone in the sect to know that Xuan Hao was going to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference. Regarding this, Xuan Hao himself seemed very calm. .

There are only three days before the Sword Discussion Conference, Lin Ce has been thinking about finding a chance to meet Xuan Hao, but after hearing from the other disciples that he was practicing in retreat in the back mountain, he gradually stopped thinking about it.

The disciples in the Zongmen respected him very much, but because of his cold demeanor of rejecting others thousands of miles away, no one dared to speak to him.

Cultivators don't need to be greedy like ordinary people, and don't need to sleep like ordinary people, but Lin Ce doesn't have to abide by those rules. As a result, this body hasn't been contaminated with these vulgar foods for a long time, and his stomach starts to feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night. Lin Ce simply Wake up and put on clothes to go out for a walk to digest food.

The moon is as cool as water, the wind is rustling, and the woods in the back mountain are quiet. Lin Ce walked slowly in the dense forest, pulling out the branches in front of him carelessly.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his eyes fell on a man and a woman hidden by the fence in front of him.

The woman couldn't see her face clearly, but she could only vaguely tell from the clothes that she was from Feishuangfeng. As for the man, how could Lin Ce fail to recognize him?

I saw him with a tall and straight figure, handsome eyebrows and eyes, dressed in a narrow-waisted black robe, and said something softly to the woman with a gentle smile.

Lin Ce couldn't help but listen intently, in order to hear the conversation between the two.

"I don't allow you to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference. You know that your master clearly wants you to die."

"The master personally asked me to participate, and I cannot disobey the master's order."

"What is the fate of a teacher? Can you think about it for yourself..."

As soon as the words fell, a gentle but not lacking stern voice sounded: "Enough, you don't need to say any more, I have my own measure."

This remark angered the woman, she stomped her feet fiercely, said "I won't talk to you anymore", and ran away wiping her tears.

[System, this task is a bit difficult, I don't think it's good to turn a straight man. 】

Lin Ce, who witnessed the whole process, said that this question was beyond the outline, but unfortunately the system also chose to ignore it as coldly as before.

When he looked again, he found Xuan Hao standing in the same place, slightly lowering his head, wondering what he was thinking. Looking from this direction, he couldn't see his expression, so Lin Ce had to move a little bit. The sound startled Xuan Hao.

"who is it?"

Xuan Hao lowered his voice sharply, looked in Lin Ce's direction, drew his sword out of its sheath, and said coldly.

Seeing that he had discovered him, Lin Ce had no choice but to slowly walk out from behind the tree, with a cold expression on his face, and said coldly, "It's the deity."

Xuan Hao looked slightly startled, then put the sword back into its sheath, bowed his head slightly, and said softly: "I don't know it's Master, but I hope Master will forgive me."

"It doesn't matter." Lin Ce said lightly on the face, but in his heart he said that being a master is good. It was obviously his fault, but he still had to apologize first.

"However, aren't you in retreat? Why are you here?" Lin Ce frowned slightly, showing a stern look.

"The disciple is indeed retreating, but he left the retreat for a long time two days ago."

Lin Ce frowned even tighter. If so, why didn't any disciple inform him.