Dressed as a villain, his master

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The grand ceremony for the reconstruction of the sect was very lively. The heads and elders sitting there all had real or fake smiles on their faces, except for the two of Xuanshan Sect. Although the people beside them felt that the two were abrupt, they did No one dared to raise their beaks, so they all pretended not to see it.

Fu Boyun propped his head with one hand and leaned on the backrest, his lazy eyes glanced over the monks below, and there were quite a few angry faces among them, so why should he be called on such an occasion?

"Sect Master Fu," the person on the left suddenly said, Fu Boyun turned his head to look over, and saw a young man raising his glass to him, "Sect Master Fu is willing to come, I am very happy."

Fu Boyun picked up the teacup and motioned lightly, if it wasn't for Shi Yuan's bad idea, he wouldn't want to come.

Gu Ling sat on Fu Boyun's right hand, picked up the tea on the table, put it in her nose, smelled it, put it back again, and glanced coldly at Fu Boyun who was constantly being greeted. Fortunately, they all knew that the real Lingshang did not love When communicating with people, no one will bother him.

The scene of this grand ceremony is not too small. The monks who came to participate are all in a crowd, and they will not be the only ones to celebrate. Auspicious clouds and mountains and rivers are carved on the top of the cauldron, and golden light flickers and flows faintly among them.

Gu Ling moved her fingers slightly, remembering the method Shi Yuan said, the opening of the grand ceremony requires everyone's spiritual energy to sacrifice to the sky, and the cauldron is the place where the spiritual power is transported, and if the heavens show mercy, elixir will be dropped on the cauldron middle.

It is said that it is God's pity, but in fact it is just the elixir made by collecting the spiritual plants in the aura catalytic furnaces of various sects. Gu Ling leaned lazily on the chair with his chin propped on one hand. He only needs to be catalyzed by these people At the time of the cauldron furnace, it is enough to quietly throw the greedy ink scroll over to absorb spiritual energy, but...

Gu Ling glanced across the few people in the seat. It was easy to hide the greedy ink scroll, but if the greedy ink scroll had absorbed too much spiritual energy, these old guys might find out. The relationship between the Yan Sect and these sects is not good, even if it is discovered, it should be completely unknown.

"Sect Master Fu, we were also forced to do nothing last time, if Yin Zhiyi hadn't controlled the disciples in the sect..." Some people kept explaining to Fu Boyun, and Fu Boyun just toasted lightly.

"This is the new suzerain of the Candle Yi Sect, Li Xun." Tang Shuo raised his hand, "They are all young talents."

Fu Boyun glanced at it and nodded slightly.

"Hello, Uncle Fu." A slightly familiar voice caught Gu Ling's attention, and a young man raised his glass to Fu Boyun.

Fu Boyun tilted his head and looked at him for a while, "You are..."

"I forgot to introduce to Sect Master Fu. This is the new Sect Master of Muqi Sect, Yuan Zhuo." Tang Shuo introduced with a smile on his face.

"Yuan Zhuo... where's your father?" Fu Boyun asked.

Gu Ling thought about it carefully, Yuan Zhuo...seemed to be a companion who tried with Yuan at the same time before?

Yuan Zhuo tightened his hand holding the cup, "Father fought to the death with that Yin Zhiyi, and died." For some reason that day, after Mu Qizong made a fuss, Yin Zhiyi left suddenly, and later found out that it was Xuan Yan. The situation of the sect made him have to leave, if not for this, the Muqi sect would have been completely destroyed long ago.

Fu Boyun frowned slightly, "You should concentrate on practicing."

Yuan Zhuo nodded and sat back.

Gu Ling withdrew her gaze. Most of the monks who came from various sects could not correspond to the faces in Gu Ling's mind. The sects that the original owner had contacted before also washed away a group of practitioners like waves washing sand. The damage caused by Yin Zhiyi Since it is irreparable, this is probably the reason why the various sects are eager to hold the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

The sect must continue to develop, and the path of practice will not be stagnant because of this.

"Lingshang Zhenren," Gu Ling's thoughts were interrupted by a person who suddenly appeared beside him. Yuan Zhuo touched his side at some point and was looking at him quietly, "Didn't Shi Yuan follow?"

Gu Ling nodded, and Yuan Zhuo said again, "Is he okay? Then Yin Zhiyi seems to be..."

"He's fine." Gu Ling said softly.

"That's good." Yuan Zhuo smiled, nodded slightly to Gu Ling, and quietly returned to his seat.

Gu Ling's eyes followed his movements, seeing that he was chatting with the people around him again, and he completely disappeared from the youthful appearance before, so she looked away.

The cauldron in the center of the hall glowed with light, and as the stream of light gradually expanded, the people around became quiet.

"Our avenue, borrow the sky to do it, offer the spirit as a tribute, and look up for guidance."

"Do what you do, stop yourself, follow your self-cultivation, clear the prohibition in the sky, and lift the restraint..."

Gu Ling listened to the sacrificial rites from the mouths of many monks, and was a little distracted for a while, as if she saw the scene when she endorsed the book in the past, the name of the avenue, the continuation...

The cauldron in the center lit up more and more with the sound of chanting, and the monks around raised their hands together, all kinds of spiritual energy gathered in the cauldron, and waves of spiritual energy echoed above the main hall, and the golden streamer radiated in the cauldron. Hovering above, straight into the sky.

Gu Ling suddenly came back to her senses, raised her hand and tapped the greedy ink scroll in her arms, the wind wrapped the scroll like a layer of transparent sand and flew towards the cauldron, standing in the air.The aura rising from the cauldron gradually separated a little, and was carried by the wind to Tanmojuan. The golden light gathered in the air. The moment Tanmojuan received the golden power, it seemed like a bird that had been dormant for a long time. Like a ferocious beast that had found its prey, it rushed straight up and spread out over the cauldron.

The golden light was instantly covered by it, Gu Ling was stunned for a moment, and the huge spiritual consciousness in her hand was wrapped in the wind to hide the ink scroll again. Although the monks below noticed something wrong, they didn't look up If he could find other clues, he didn't take it to heart and focused on conveying spiritual energy.

Fu Boyun glanced at Gu Ling, then set his eyes on the hidden ink scroll in the air, then curled his lips, the faint and astringent tea taste in his mouth made his already displeased mood even more depressed.

On the other side of Lianfeng Valley, Shi Yuan was receiving the reluctant sobs of the spirit beasts, Shi Yuan let out a sigh of relief, "If you really want to build your own home on this continent, you will have to rely on Myself." Raising his hand and rubbing the hairy head that was pasted, Shi Yuan felt a huge spiritual power pouring into the ink scroll, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

"We will definitely build our own homeland in that uninhabited land!" The leader of the spirit beast has already taken shape, although it looks like a boy, but the determination on his face has not diminished a bit.

Shi Yuan raised his hand and sent a green light to the boy's eyes, the boy took it, blinked and stared at it for a moment before raising his head and asking, "What is this?"

"Seed." Shi Yuan replied.

Shi Che, who was standing behind him, chuckled, "That's the spiritual seed condensed from spiritual plants. The barren land in the northwest you are going to, if you cultivate it yourself, you will probably be buried in the desert."

Hearing the words, the young man beamed with joy, "Thank you!" After bowing his head and looking up at Shi Yuan hesitantly, "Do you want to go with us..." After a pause, he said, "You rescued us, compared to those monks I won’t let it go easily, it’s not like we are together..."

"I also have my own home." Shi Yuan smiled lightly, and with a wave of his right hand, the greedy ink scroll with golden light unfolded from his palm, and the flowing gold gushed out from the greedy ink scroll, enveloping all the spirit beasts in Rippled Wind Valley, In just one breath, all the originally dark spirit beasts disappeared in the golden light.

Shi Yuan put away the greedy ink scroll and held it in his hand, Wu Cheng opened his eyes wide in shock, staring at the scroll that was obediently in Shi Yuan's hand, "Can it suck all the spirit beasts in?"

Shi Che also tilted his head, it was also the first time he had seen the ink scroll used like this.

"Thanks to Master for borrowing the spiritual power of those monks, the Tanmo Scroll can have such power." Shi Yuan looked back and looked into the distance, "Let's go." As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in front of him had changed, full of vitality Lianfeng Valley turned into a barren desert in an instant.

Wu Sheng looked around, sniffling, "This place is really deserted."

Shi Yuan unfolded the greedy ink scroll, and under the flowing golden light, the group of spirit beasts gradually landed. They stepped on the soft sand under their feet in some novelty, and some even sat down on the sand and moved it.

The desert, where there was only the sound of the wind, suddenly became lively. Shi Yuan looked at the young man in charge. Although the young man tried his best to restrain himself, it was not difficult to see that he was also very excited.

Freedom, and the joy of having your own habitat soon, haunts the desert.

The young man raised his hand to plant the green seed, and the green light spread out. The water seemed to flow down from the sky, flowing into the desert, passing through the gaps between the gravel, and slowly forming a small stream, converging at the end It became a lake, and the small grasses struggling to drill out of the sand crowded each other and exposed their heads, and the slight green covered the sand.

The howling wind seemed to cherish the tender body of Xiaocao, and when it passed by, it just touched it lightly and softened it.

"That water..." Wu Sheng looked at Shi Yuan in surprise.

"Only with a source of water can we survive in this desert for a long time." Shi Che tilted his head and looked at Shi Yuan. His younger brother is so thoughtful now that he really doesn't need his protection anymore.Shi Che sighed softly, raised his hand and drew a few strokes lightly in the air, a golden formation suddenly appeared covering the desert, and then slowly disappeared.

"Brother..." Shi Yuan looked sideways, "Can you use formations?"

"I studied it in the Tongxiao Realm. When I breathed back and communicated with me, I seemed to understand how to use it." Shi Che moved his fingers, "But... I'm not very proficient yet."

The young man looked up at the sky, and the power of life emanating faintly made him extremely comfortable. He heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Shi Che with even more eager eyes, "Can you control the power of life?"

Shi Che shook his head, "This is just to protect the magic circle, and you can replace it yourself when you are strong enough."

The boy bowed to the three again, "Thank you."

Shi Yuan nodded slightly, and looked at the spirit beast that had already entered the grass. Although the grass hadn't fully grown yet, it was enough for them to play.

"It's time for me to find Master." Shi Yuan looked at Wu Sheng, raised his hand and held Shi Che's sleeve, "If there is anything else, just contact Wu Sheng." Che disappeared before Wu Sheng's eyes.

Wu Sheng opened his mouth, then closed it again, his eyes fell on the distant lake that meets the sky.

Everything is getting better, isn't it?

[The author has something to say: Fu Boyun: My wronged junior and his wronged apprentice (_)]