Fu Luan

At dawn, Le Wuyan was dozing off with his head huddled in his cloak, when Xu Youming hugged him and landed on the big square outside the Zixiao Gate.

Immediately, countless pairs of eyes looked at them, and Le Wuyan stretched out from Xu Youming's arms. Xu Youming walked up to the height of the round platform in front of the square with his usual calm face.

Le Wuyan stopped where he was, turned his head, and met Yu Weiqiu's inexplicable eyes behind him, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all, and greeted people with a smile: "Nephew came very early."

Yu Weiqiu: "...it should be."

Le Wuyan glanced at the thousands of monks in the dark below, and raised his eyebrows: "It's just the selection of disciples, so many people have come? Do you all want to enter the Taiyi Immortal Sect so much?"

Yu Weiqiu explained to him: "This is the first time that my junior uncle presides over the selection of disciples, so there are so many people, and many people are here for him. I hope that my junior uncle can accept apprentices. If I really get my junior teacher Uncle Qingyan, that is Su Xiaofeng's eldest disciple, this name alone is enough to attract people."

Le Wuyan glanced at Xu Youming who was as unattainable as a god on the round platform, and thought to himself that this person is pretending again, what's the point of being his first disciple, I'm afraid life will be boring from now on, and I don't know what these people think .

He snorted softly: "As his apprentice, you won't be afraid of being frozen to death by his cold face."

Yu Weiqiu was a little speechless, in fact he quite agreed with this, but he dared not say it.

Yu Weiqiu didn't say anything, but another angry voice sounded behind him: "What did you say? Even if you are a Taoist companion of the Immortal Venerable, you shouldn't be so bold and slander the Immortal Venerable."

Le Wuyan turned his head and saw that it was the Xiang family who slipped through the net the day before yesterday in Kaiyang Tower of Lingbao Pavilion, who was frowning and scolding him in a cold voice.

Le Wuyan laughed and said: "When did I slander the immortal? Do you understand the love between Taoist couples? Who are you?"

The man's face turned darker, Le Wuyan turned around and ignored him.

There was Yu Weiqiu's voice transmission from next to my ear, and I deliberately separated the others: "Master Qing, don't be angry, this Xiang Zhiyuan is the youngest son of the master of the Feishamen, and Feishamen used to be a small sect attached to our sect. You escaped by chance after being guarded by someone, and entered this sect by exception, you look the same as that devil, he may have angered you, and he admires the little uncle very much, he should be jealous of you, just ignore him."

Le Wuyan rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to pay attention to this person, he was only a pity that he let him escape back then and didn't kill the grass.

Yu Weiqiu apologized to him again: "Little Martial Uncle entrusted me with these general affairs, and Xiang Zhiyuan took the initiative to ask Ying for help, so I let him come. I didn't think carefully and caused trouble to Junior Martial Uncle Qing. Junior Uncle Qing, don’t blame me.”

Le Wuyan was too lazy to bother with this kid, and asked him with a smile: "Where is the man you fell in love with at first sight, nephew? Show me."

Yu Weiqiu blushed immediately, and under Le Wuyan's teasing eyes, he clicked his chin on the young man standing outside the crowd on the right back, and said embarrassedly: "That's him, he looks very good-looking."

"Dare to judge people by their appearance..." Le Wuyan looked over and paused.

The young man was also looking at him, his eyes met for a moment, and then they were staggered again.

Le Wuyan came back to his senses, and thought to himself that he really saw it right in Los Angeles that day, it was indeed this kid.

Yu Weiqiu said happily: "His name is Qin Ziyu, he is the adopted son of the city lord of Qincheng. I was seriously injured when I went out to practice this time. Fortunately, the city lord of Qincheng rescued me and lived in the palace of the city lord of Qincheng for several months. He got acquainted, and later heard that he intends to come to this sect..."

"Is he a demon cultivator?" Le Wuyan asked suddenly.

Yu Weiqiu was taken aback: "It's a demon cultivator, how did Junior Uncle Qing know?"

Le Wuyan thought sure enough: "Peony?"

Yu Weiqiu: "...um."

Le Wuyan: "You are indeed good-looking, you have a good eye."

Of course he knew that this peony was raised by him. He thought that the little peony died when Xiaoyao Xianshan was besieged. up the right path.

Yu Weiqiu wanted to ask him how he knew about Qin Ziyu, but suddenly there was a scream from below, they raised their eyes and saw Xu Youming's eyes were piercing on the round platform, and the Mingzhi sword moved in his hand.

A strong and murderous sword intent was released, and quickly swept across the entire Zixiao Square. Wherever it passed, everyone was shocked by this sword intent, and felt that their internal organs were stirring, and they couldn't resist at all.

There were heart-piercing screams from all corners, and then a few wisps of black smoke rose. The monks around them came back to their senses slowly, and found out in horror that the people who might have been standing beside them had collapsed to the ground. In a blink of an eye, he was out of his wits.

Xu Youming's voice seemed to be far away in the sky, but also close in front of his eyes, without any warmth: "Evil cultivator, kill."

The uproar in the square grew louder, and soon some oddball demon cultivators came out and carried the corpses of these demon cultivators down.

Le Wuyan clicked his tongue, and Yu Weiqiu beside him said in surprise: "There are so many demonic cultivators in here? I heard that many demonic cultivators appeared in several towns outside the mountain during this period, and they dared to come here today?" Xiaoshan is gone, I am really not afraid of death..."

Xiang Zhiyuan, who was ignored by them, let out a snort: "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. So many demon cultivators suddenly appearing together, it must not be a good thing, maybe it is for someone, maybe there is some conspiracy hidden. "

Yu Weiqiu showed embarrassment, Le Wuyan ignored him, knowing that this person was suspicious of him inside and out, but he thought it was unnecessary to say a word with this unattractive and annoying person.

After this episode, the monks below who came to apply for the selection of disciples became more and more trembling, Xu Youming did nothing, and replaced Yu Weiqiu to announce the rules for the selection of disciples.

There is a dense forest on the west side of Zixiao Mountain. Everyone enters the forest together to pick a kind of fruit called Bodhisattva fruit. Those who can pick the fruit and walk out of the dense forest within two hours can stay.

In addition to not killing people to seize treasures, just use any housekeeping skills in the forest.

As soon as the forest enchantment was opened, a group of monks scrambled to rush in, lest they be left behind.

Le Wuyan was also about to go in, when Xu Youming came over to him, Le Wuyan asked him with a smile: "Does the Immortal Master want to give me some hints? I guess there must be some tricks in this dense forest? Why don't you Just tell me how to crack it."

"Do your best, and you will come out." Xu Youming said.

This means that to Le Wuyan, such a small test is nothing, and he can always pass with more thought, but as for the reminder, there is no such thing.

Le Wuyan complained: "The immortal is so impartial and selfless, can't you make an exception for your own Taoist companion?"

Xu Youming raised his hand, stroked his hair gently, and softened his voice: "Be careful, don't be brave."

Le Wuyan choked, and silently moved his eyes away. He was really not used to this man's sudden tenderness, even if he was pretending, it was irresistible.

As expected, he still remained stubborn, and was bewitched by this man's beauty again.

This is not good, very bad.

"Qingque." Xu Youming called his name.

Le Wuyan: "Why?"

Xu Youming: "You go, go early and return early."

Le Wuyan laughed dryly, stopped talking nonsense with him, and turned to the direction of the dense forest.

After walking into the forest, I don't feel that this place is different from the outside, the air is extraordinarily humid, filled with fog, and the road under the feet is more muddy, which is unpleasant.

Le Wuyan didn't take a few steps and then stopped, rubbing the mud on his feet, not in a hurry to find the Bodhisattva fruit like the others, and looked around absent-mindedly.

Occasionally, some monks appeared suddenly around, with expressions of surprise or anxiety, and they hurriedly chose a way to plunge in.Le Wuyan knew at a glance that these people had lost their way, and they were actually circling in circles back and forth.

After thinking for a while, he released a paper bird. The paper bird was divided into eight parts, and quickly flew away in all directions.

After that, he sat down in a relatively dry place full of dead leaves under the shade of a tree, and waited patiently.

When he was bored, he saw a monk rushing towards him in embarrassment in front of him, chasing an ugly four-legged beast behind him, Le Wuyan didn't want to care about it, but when he caught a glimpse of who was coming, his expression paused, and he was caught The red waist wrapped in red flames came out, and rushed towards the face of the strange beast like a fiery snake.

The monk also reacted very quickly. When he saw someone helping him, he immediately stepped aside and let the beast shudder. It penetrated deeply into the flesh, and the scorching flames made the flesh on its neck sizzle.The strange beast wailed in pain and anger, and frantically shook its head to shake off the red waist, but the barbs on the red waist pierced deeper, and plant roots grew out of the cultivator's palm, which quickly spread upward, splitting into pieces. Second, tightly entangled its hind legs on both sides, preventing it from breaking free.

After a few breaths, the Strange Beast's struggle gradually weakened, and after a final whimper, it fell to the ground without breath.

The rescued monk heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, retracted his roots, and returned his red waist to Le Wuyan's waist.

The monk came over to thank Le Wuyan, and reported his family name: "I'm Qin Ziyu, just now I thank fellow Taoist for saving me..."

"Little Peony, you don't know me anymore?" Le Wuyan said.

The other party was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Shang Le Wuyan, puzzled: "Fellow Daoist is...?"

Le Wuyan saw that his eyes were full of doubts, and thought to himself that something happened to this kid, and he probably did not remember him, but with just a few words, he was sure that this was Xiao Mudan himself.

He asked, "What is your cultivation level now?"

Qin Ziyu felt that the person in front of him was a bit inexplicable, and he saw through at a glance that he was a peony flower demon, so he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, but after all, he was the only one who saved him, so he said truthfully: "I am not talented, and I can only practice it if I can't do it." Eight layers of air."

Le Wuyan said bluntly: "That's really not talented. I have been practicing for many years, and I have only refined Qi to the eighth level, and I can still be chased and escaped by a low-level beast."

Qin Ziyu: "...?"