The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

"Zhang Daoyou was joking. A Xu is my beloved apprentice, and it is absolutely impossible to give him up."

Daoist Juechen had a faint smile on his mouth, and every gesture of his hands revealed the nobility and elegance of the drizzle in the forest, just like the continuous drizzle that moistens everything, nothing in the world can resist the invasion of infiltration.

"I have a heaven-level magic weapon, which can be attacked and defended with extraordinary power." Daoist Zhang didn't care about the other party's rejection, and continued to talk about the exchange, "If you are willing to part with me, I would like to give this treasure to Wen Dao friend."

Ninety percent of the high-level magic weapons of the heaven rank are occupied by the powerful immortal families or the world-cultivating powers in the Yantian Realm.

Many high-level Jindan monks who are only half a step away from the Nascent Soul Realm are also hard to get one.

Knowing that the master has many magic weapons one after another, and Huai Jin holds Yu Qingfeng's integrity, he will never covet other people's magic weapons.

But he never expected that he would be so valuable that he could exchange for a heavenly magic weapon.

The moment Zhang Daochang opened his mouth, he was a rare treasure, once again clearly showing his status, he was definitely not an ordinary Golden Core cultivator.

Daoist Juechen's expression was still pleasant, but his gentle words were tinged with a layer of mist and frost: "I hope that fellow Taoists will cut off unrealistic thoughts and stop pestering you."

He stretched his arms around his lover's shoulder, and with an irresistible force, as if declaring his ownership, he chuckled softly, "Xu, let's go."

Zhang Daochang still stood in the middle of the road, cutting off the only way to Qian Tianzong without moving like a mountain.

"Fellow Daoist," he snorted coldly, "I see that Fellow Daoist is well-informed and has an extraordinary appearance. I want to form a good relationship with you, so I have always treated each other with kind words and courtesy."

"If Fellow Daoists are ignorant of current affairs, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."

He released the spiritual pressure, and warned the other party domineeringly, if he is unwilling to give up his apprentice to him, he can follow the rules among monks, compete in fighting skills, kill people and seize treasures, whoever is stronger will have the final say.

Sudden surprise one after another, followed by extreme guilt.

Although the Master has a gentle personality, he is also a Nascent Soul Venerable who can cut mountains and seas with one sword, and break the sky with his sword.

The name of Juechen Daojun can almost run amok in Xia Tian.Even the patriarchs of the three sects, four sects and twelve sects have to be courteous.

In order to accompany him to the Wang family, the master concealed his identity and cultivation, and only pretended to be an ordinary monk.He was actually threatened by a monk in the realm of Jindan.

Since breaking through Nascent Soul, no one has dared to be so disrespectful to him.

A sharp and cold light flashed across the clear and beautiful eyes, and she looked at Zhang Daochang coldly like a frost knife.

Someone is disrespectful to the master, as an apprentice, he should teach the other party a lesson, not to mention that this matter started because of him.

It's a pity that his cultivation base is a big realm worse than the opponent's. He is not an opponent, so he can only hide behind the master, helplessly watching the master lower his status, and worry about himself.

"Why, are you angry?" Daoist Zhang obviously sensed the successive cold eyes, "If you are willing to obediently follow me, I can guarantee that your master's life will not be hurt."

He hooked his lips and smiled frivolously: "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet. Your name is A Xu, which continuation?"

"Zhang Daoyou, my Axu, not everyone can call it." Juechen Daojun's noble and elegant smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his right hand was pointed at the same time as a sword. With a light stroke, a silver light flashed into a sharp sword. The sword went straight towards the opponent like chasing after the wind and electricity.

Daoist Zhang had already planned to fight, so he sneered, "It's just what I want", and instantly summoned his sword, raising his sword to meet him.

The two sharp swords collided violently in the void, instantly creating ripples of aura radiating blue light.

The ripples turned into invisible turbulent waves in an instant, and quickly spread outwards.

In an instant, the wind and cloud were surging, sand and rocks were flying, and the shady trees on both sides of the mountain road were shaking and falling, making the sound of thick branches breaking.

The spiritual pressure confronted head-on, Zhang Daochang, who had always been leisurely and contented, suddenly changed his face.

Although it looked evenly matched on the surface, he clearly knew that he was suppressed.

He has an extraordinary status in the Cangyang Sect, and his natal sword is a powerful heavenly weapon, even a few ranks higher than the natal magic weapon of some small sect's Nascent Soul monks.

Ordinary golden core monks are no match for him at all.

But the enemy in front of him could easily be suppressed by the sword in the air just by pinching out the sword formula with one hand.

He knew that when monks were walking outside, some people had special identities and it was inconvenient to show them in front of others, so they would deliberately hide part of their strength to prevent others from seeing their origins.

He also deliberately concealed his identity.

He guessed that the other party might have deliberately lowered his cultivation base, and his real strength would be stronger than what he showed on the surface.

But he never expected that the opponent's cultivation base was so tyrannical.

This kind of spiritual pressure is definitely not someone who has no name and no surname. I don't know if it is a master of Qiantianzong who actually hides his identity and runs to a mortal's house to investigate a trivial and ridiculous matter of fighting for family property.

When he didn't notice for a while, he offended someone he shouldn't have provoked, and he immediately retreated, intending to humbly apologize and make amends.

As long as he reveals his true identity, the other party will definitely not embarrass him again because Cangyang and Qiantian belong to one of the three sects of Xia Tian.

Stepping lightly on his toes, avoiding the fierce sword, Zhang Daochang flew back a long distance.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to make amends and beg his opponent to stop this contest of great disparity between strength and weakness, suddenly another flying sword pierced through the void and a low-pitched dragon chant sounded, attacking him like a thunderbolt.

The one named Wen didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

A flying sword had already firmly suppressed him, and now the two swords attacked at the same time, as fast as a gust of wind, as dark as a ghost, he had already tried his best just to dodge, clumsily.

But the opponent is still calm and relaxed, with a smile on his mouth, just looking at his gentle and elegant appearance, he can't imagine that his attack is so vicious.

The opponent stabbed straight at the throat, and if he went on like this, as long as he was careless or slowed down by half a step, he would die instantly.

"Senior..." He had to open his mouth, revealing his identity to make the other party stop, "I belong to Sect Master Cangyang..."

When Daoist Zhang spoke, his figure paused for a moment.

Feijian suddenly flashed a cold light, and erupted with a creepy and violent aura.

He instantly understood that his opponent was ruthless, and he never planned to give him a chance to speak, nor did he ever think of sparing his life.

He also instantly knew the identity of the other party.

The powerful spiritual energy struck overwhelmingly, and the severe pain was like ten thousand sharp swords severing the soul of the soul, making people suffer the torture of cutting and lingering.

"Absolute! Dust!" Zhang Daochang's hoarse and miserable wailing resounded through the clouds, startling a large group of swallows and birds in the forest.

The screams stopped abruptly amidst the vicious resentment, and the mountain road was eerily dead silent.

With a thought in Taoist Juechen's mind, the flying sword in the air flashed a flash of light and disappeared instantly.

The gloomy eyes glanced sideways at the direction where the opponent disappeared, and in an instant, they returned to the gentleness and elegance of the breeze.

As if nothing had happened, he raised his mouth and chuckled at the one who had been by his side all the time: "The teacher was careless for a while, and he let him escape."

He preached to his beloved disciples in soft words: "There is a secret technique in the Cangyang School, which is called the technique of replacing death. Those who practice this technique should choose someone with the same birth date to bind with their soul. If one day they encounter death , you can exchange your life for your life, and let the opponent block the disaster for death."

"This is the undisclosed secret of the Cangyang Sect Master's lineage. If you meet the disciples of the Cangyang Sect Master's sect in the future, you must first set up a trap to prevent them from escaping."

"Although someone else took the place, the soul of the caster will also be severely injured. At this time, he is seriously injured, and he only needs to make another sword to completely obliterate him."

Daoist Juechen did not expect that Daoist Zhang was related to Cangyang Sect Master, and it was even more unexpected one after another.

He doesn't know much about the specific situation among Yantian Daomen, but he also knows that all factions have been united and united for thousands of years, sometimes friendly and sometimes fighting for their own interests, there is no fixed number.

For nearly a thousand years, three sects, four sects, and twelve sects have ruled the Yantian Dao Sect. Each sect divides up and dominates one side, fighting constantly and maintaining a delicate balance.

"Master," he asked worriedly one after another, "We seriously injured this monk surnamed Zhang, will we have a grudge with Sect Master Cangyang because of this?"

If the Cangyang Sect Master came to seek revenge, and Master was the master of the peak, would the situation expand to the struggle between Qiantian Sect and Cangyang Sect?

Once there is a gap between these two sects, the other immortal sects will definitely not let go of the good opportunity to send them to the door, and will definitely fan the flames behind them, fuel the flames, and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"Regardless of whether the Cangyang Sect will find Qian Tianzong's theory because of this disciple," the smile in the elegant voice was as warm as the wind, and it was full of furious contempt. how?"

"But……"

The long and powerful five fingers picked up a strand of black silk, entwined around the fingertips, ambiguous and charming, "You can't believe in the strength of a teacher?"

"The disciple dare not."

"My teacher once said that the clamor for the incompetence of the weak can pass through your ears like a long wind, and you can laugh it off. But if they make you unhappy, just do it. No matter what happens, there is a teacher to support you."

They took a step back respectfully one after another, lowered their eyes and cupped their hands: "Thank you, Master."

The soft and bright black hair no longer wrapped around the fingertips, and the fingers that were playing with the ink hair stopped suddenly.

Taoist Juechen sighed softly: "Let's go."

***

Lingyuan Peak has a high sky and clear air, and the blue sky is like washing.

The Fanghua Forest, which stretches for hundreds of miles, is undefeated all the year round. When the mountain wind blows, the red flowers are flying, and the rain is all over the sky.

After following the master one after another, when they returned to the Dust Wind Hall, Fang Xiu sat on the table and stepped on the chair, frowning slightly, with an uncontrollable annoyance floating on the surface.

Daojun Huantian leaned back on his chair with a big knife and a golden horse, and the two sat across a wide aisle three feet wide.

Sensing the approach of the spiritual breath, the disgusted gazes of the two looked at each other like knives and swords at the same time, looking at the person who came.

"Are you back?" Huantian raised his mouth, and asked Juechen lightly, with a familiar tone, without treating himself as an outsider.

Fang Xiu suddenly got up from the table, and asked in a cold voice: "Wen Feng, where did you take Xiao Qu'er last night?"

The attitude is aggressive, without the slightest respect for the senior brother.

Taoist Juechen looked happy, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he ignored his words indifferently and gracefully, without any intention of answering.

Fang Xiu curled his lips, his brother and his brother have always been like this, their actions do not interfere with each other.

Wenfeng would not tell him what he did, and he never had to ask for his consent for what he wanted to do.

With a flash of his figure, he teleported to Lian Lian's side in an instant, pulled up his thin wrist without saying a word, and poked into the pulse gate to check.

They were taken aback one after another, but before they recovered, the other hand was grabbed by Taoist Huantian again.

Two powerful auras forcibly rushed into the body, and slowly moved inch by inch along the meridians, as if they wanted to ruthlessly invade the whole body.

What do these two crazy people want to do?

Heart fire exploded one after another.Master accompanied him to a mortal's house and helped him investigate the Wang family's violent death. Is this incident worthy of the two's anger?

Just because the master accompanied him down the mountain alone, the two people who coveted the master were jealous?

It's not that he doesn't understand that a man's jealousy is unreasonable, but he is being targeted at himself, who can accept it calmly.

Wang Zhizhuan died unhappily, and was even more worried about how to tell Xue Songyu about it.

Encountered Daoist Zhang on the way, which caused trouble for Master again.

Now that he had just stepped into the Dust Wind Palace, he was secretly oppressed by two small-bellied Nascent Soul Da Neng, and he had no power to resist.

He was sullen in his heart, and the false smile he had been pretending all year round was a little colder.

After a while, the aura that invaded the body slowly withdrew from the meridians, but there was still the pain of the blood vessels being forcibly stretched.

One after another, she lowered her eyes and quietly retreated to the side, hiding all her daring and anger in her heart.

While helplessly hating his own weakness and powerlessness, he secretly sneered at the absurdity that came to his ears.

Fang Xiu and Liu Changji have always had a rift, and they have been fighting tit for tat for many years, but sometimes, their opinions are surprisingly consistent.

Such as this moment.

Fang Xiu shook his head: "I didn't notice any tampering. Nor..." Yang Yuan leaked out.

Liu Chang sent his head to show his agreement.

What hands and feet can I move?In the entire Yantian Realm, there are only two people who treat him sincerely.Master can still harm him.

If the master really wants to do something right to him, how can a peerless power treat him with hypocrisy?

In today's fight between master and monk surnamed Zhang, he couldn't catch up with a single sword.What purpose is there for Master to take care of him for more than two years?

……and many more.

One after another, I suddenly remembered the abnormality of the master last night, and his bright moon in his heart.

Master kept him by his side to be the reborn body of that senior, but it was just his own random speculation.

Although reasonable, there is no evidence.

Fang Xiu and Liu Changji knew about Master's deceased wife, and they knew it even more clearly.The two of them said more than once that Master might do something to his body.

Could it be that the two of them had known for a long time that Master was indeed planning to use his body to revive the bright moon in his heart?

The master treats him well as an apprentice, but they are not happy with it, so it's okay to be a little jealous.

If that senior returns to the master's side, it will be like a thousand arrows piercing their hearts, shooting straight into their hearts.In the future, all the conspiracies and tricks against Master may be even more difficult to realize.

They must do everything possible to prevent this from happening.

It's no wonder that Fang Xiu, the uncle, treats him pretty well on weekdays, and it can be said that he has exhausted the incense and affection for his nephew and junior.

However, once encountering matters related to the master, he would not cover up, exposing his fierce and cruel nature to the full.

They frowned secretly one after another.

He didn't care that Master planned to use his body to revive his beloved.If there's anything he can do to help, he's more than welcome.

But if the two of them realized that something was wrong, they would definitely get in the way and hinder the resurrection of the senior.Maybe some method will be used to completely block the path of the senior's rebirth.

He had to figure out some way, so that they couldn't let them manipulate their veins without saying anything.

No one would like their lifeblood to be controlled and manipulated by others.

What's more, under the conspiracy and tricks of these powerful gangs, secretly protect the master who believes in the people close to him.

***

Thousands of miles of layer clouds cover the sun, the sky is dim, and the mountains are deeply fogged.

The strong wind blowing from the mountain stream was contaminated with moist water vapor, and cast a layer of chill on the lush and disorderly vegetation.

Sitting on the fallen wooden piles outside the courtyard one after another, my heart was also soaked in a little coldness.

He went back to the mountain the day before yesterday, after dealing with Fang Xiu and Huantian Daojun perfunctorily, he found Xue Songyu with a dull impatience in his heart.

He had to let her know the details of Wang Zhizhuan's death and the whole matter of the Wang family.

But it's hard to say.

He originally intended to protect Wang Zhizhuan from the curse, but who would have thought that he was the caster of the curse.

He also watched helplessly as Wang Zhizhuan exploded to death in front of him, turning into a puddle of flesh and blood.

If Wang Zhizhuan could have been aware of Wang Zhizhuan's thoughts earlier, the matter would definitely not have such a lamentable result.

After hearing this, Xue Songyu just let out a long sigh in silence and had nothing to say.

After she left, the two of them hadn't seen each other for two days.

One after another, she still wanted to spend a few days alone to adjust her mood, let alone Xue Songyu, who had been friends with Wang Zhizhuan for more than 20 years.

Unexpectedly, on the third day, Xue Songyu came out of the haze and went to Lingyuan Peak to look for him.

"It's for you." As soon as they met, Xue Songyu threw a package to one after another.

"What?" Confused one after another.

Xue Songyu was silent for a moment: "Zhizhuan's relic. I went to Wang's house and attended his funeral."

"After such a big incident, the Wang family was in chaos. Wang Huai persuaded several younger generations of the Wang family to treat Zhizhuan as a parent and set up a tomb next to Mr. Wang."

She helplessly sighed in relief: "Don't take it too seriously, Zhi Zhuan avenged his father, and he deserves to die. His wish has been fulfilled, and he will have no regrets in this life."

"If it were me, I would make the same decision as him."

He tried his best to twitch his mouth one after another to show his approval.

He and Wang Zhizhuan have similarities in character and situation. If he encounters this predicament, he will also have no hesitation in order to achieve his wish.

Open the brocade package, inside are two hand-bound signatures.

Xue Songyu explained: "There are very few things in Zhizhuan, and most of them are cremated to ashes according to the rules of the mortal world. These two books were written by him during his lifetime, and they are of great significance to him. I discussed it with Wang Huai, and I think it should be kept. come down."

The slender and clean finger joints were covered with blue-gray, and he gently let go of the page.

A book contains the ancestral recipe of Wangji pastry, and more, it is the experience of Wang Zhizhuan learning from his adoptive father for many years.

It can be said that it is the secret of the real Wangji pastry.

"Wang Huai doesn't want to give this thing to the Wang family." Xue Songyu smiled helplessly, "I don't know what will happen in the future if Wang Ji cakes are handed over to those unworthy descendants."

He also followed suit with a smile, he took this detailed pastry cookbook, if unfortunately he was expelled from the school in the future, he could go to the mortal world to find a place to open a pastry shop, which is also a way to make a living.

"The other one, I suppose, he wrote for you. Look at the last page."

One after another, they turned directly to the end according to the words.

The ink is very new, it should have been written a few days ago.its content

——It turned out to be the incantation of that high-level spell.

If he guessed right, it should be the night when he was at Wang's house, Wang Zhizhuan had already considered his own funeral and wrote it down.

The monks of the Cangyang Sect were very interested in this high-level incantation, and once exchanged for entering the Dao mental method, they wanted Wang Zhizhuan to show him the incantation.

Wang Zhizhuan ignored him and just quietly wrote it down in his notes.

Beyond that, a few words.

"It's a great pleasure to be taught the immortal method by the expert. The expert once kindly reminded that ordinary people use the immortal method, and their lifespan will be shortened forever. If you cast the spell many times, the essence and blood will be unbearable, and it will eventually turn into a puddle of flesh."

"However, I only want to avenge my father, so why should I cherish my life?"

The words "an expert once kindly reminded me" made Xu Yue unconsciously frowned.

Really out of kindness?

Instead of wanting to see Wang Zhizhuan wandering between revenge and pity for his life?

How does one feel when one knows that one's death is imminent?

The Star Flame Demon Lord takes pleasure in playing with people's hearts. He seems to be helping others, but in fact he has set many traps. Once he steps on it, it will be a road of no return to death.

Self-created high-level spells can be used by mortals, but the caster explodes and dies, the scene is like hell on earth.

——Isn't all of this like a vicious person who built a good stage, and in the lively audience, laughed out loud watching how he wrote a tragedy in the world at the beginning, and how it ended miserably.

Informing Xue Songyu of her conjectures one after another, she pondered for a while, and said in a low voice: "Eliminate the difference between monks and mortals, help those who are oppressed and have nowhere to go, and finally lead them to a dead end. This is indeed very similar to what the same person did."

She agrees with successive opinions, but also has some different views.

"Because Chen Qi's magic technique and Xu Wan's Qiantian sect secret words, it is easy to think that it is the work of the magic cultivator." Xue Songyu propped his chin, with a serious expression on his eyebrows,

"If it is the same person, he has been lurking in Qian Tianzong for at least four years, maybe even longer."

She glanced one after another.That person has been in Tianzong for longer than successively, so he has to respectfully address him as a senior.

"Have you ever thought that that person might not be a demon cultivator?"

One after another, my heart trembled: "Is he a monk of Qiantianzong?"

Because he knew that Demon Lord Xingyan would hide his identity and infiltrate into Qiantianzong, which would be bad for his master, so when he had his own Demon Cultivator appear, he naturally thought of that Demon Lord.

But I have always been suspicious that these few things have nothing to do with Taoist Juechen.

If it is for the sake of framing Master for colluding with the Demon Cultivator in the future, the weight of a high-ranking inner sect of Huantian Peak like Chen Qi is slightly insufficient.

In order to frame Yu Xing and other lowly low-level monks, he broke a big buried chess piece, and it was even more impossible to steal a chicken and lose a lot of rice.

A mortal merchant's house in Qianyuan Town has nothing to do with monks.

If Wang Zhizhuan hadn't known Xue Songyu, he wouldn't have known that there was such a trivial matter mixed in thousands of dust.

Even now, the Wang family will not publicize family scandals, this matter is still just a short story among the parents of a high school in the mortal world.

There are not many monks who know about it, and even if it spreads, the high-ranking monks will not look at ordinary people more.

It has nothing to do with Master.

It wouldn't be surprising if this was not done by Xingyan Demon Monarch, or even Demon Cultivator, but by some evil-minded Qiantian sect member.

Demon cultivators can pretend to be Dao cultivators, and Dao cultivators can also pretend to be demon cultivators to separate themselves.

What's more, the person who created the high-level curse can be a demon cultivator or a Taoist cultivator, and it has nothing to do with the orthodoxy of cultivating demons and Taoism.

People from the Qiantian sect have lived in Qianyuan Mountain for a long time, and they are more familiar with the personnel inside and outside the sect. It is far more convenient to find the target and get close to the target than the magic cultivators from outside.

He preconceived, but went astray.Maybe they will miss the Star Flame Demon Lord who really hides his identity.

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

Master's whiteness and blackness are gradually revealed.

Warning again, Master is really dark.The big black hole kind.

2.

Fang Xiu & Liu Changji check the veins one after another: I didn't get wind of it last night, cough...

One after another: Could it be that the master really regarded him as the body of the revived Bai Yueguang?

One after another: I voluntarily sacrifice myself, and I will find a way to make Master revive Bai Yueguang smoothly, and I cannot be stopped by Liu Changji and the others.

Crowd: ? ? ?

3.

Star Flame Demon Lord has been blamed for a long time.

Finally, Xue Songyu helped to clean it up.

Demon Lord: When will this seat be able to appear on stage? !

4.

Although Zhang Daochang is a passerby, his status is far more than the NB one after another imagined.

Being respected and hurt by the teacher, and making enemies, will cause trouble later.

There are many passers-by in this book, most of them are the head of the XX suzerain, or the proud son of heaven, although they are just passers-by, they are really strong (.

It has only been two years since I entered Taoism, and I have changed to modern times, and I have not yet graduated from kindergarten...The opponents are all Ph.D. supervisors

It's not that he's weak, it's that the opponent is too strong (.