After the return of Qing Leng Xianzun

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The one he loves the most is also the one who betrayed him the most. On the eve of the war, he informed the devil world that he had captured a current apprentice, Bu Yunshuang.

At that time, he abolished all of Buyunshuang's meridians with a sword, and threw him into the sky prison, preparing for the death penalty in public after the battle to comfort the souls of the dead.

What he didn't expect was that he didn't come back from that battle, but fell with the Demon Ancestor instead.

I didn't expect that these three apprentices were really capable, and they ran out of the prison. They didn't know how to restore their cultivation, and finally became the Baishuang Immortal Venerable who is famous for his compassion.

Really funny.

Dongfang Fei walked away, and the pilgrims behind him were annoyed, "Hey, what kind of person, come to the Baishuang Immortal Zun Temple without worshiping or offering incense, why mention Fucang Immortal Zun, the plague god... What a bad luck!"

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After Dongfang Fei came out, the gloom in his heart calmed down a little, he spread his fan, and fanned himself silently.

He got angry when he mentioned the three apprentices. If it wasn't for Buy Yunshuang's betrayal, so many people would not have been lost in the cultivation world at that time.I should have killed him with a single sword, so as not to see him in trouble thousands of years later.

There are a lot of pedestrians on the market, and from time to time there are small merchants hawking——

"Come and take a look, the newly released Chixue Pill, a refreshment, will help all the immortals to win the Toad Palace!"

"If you want to break a branch, you must first use a sharp weapon. Come and take a look at our magical weapons! All of them are made in strict accordance with Baishuang Xianzun's casting instructions!"

"Cheats and cheats! The rubbings of the Xingyun mental method written by Baishuang Xianzun himself!"

Xingyun mentality?The name sounds familiar... Dongfang Fei bought a copy, opened it, and his face almost turned green with anger.

Isn't this the Xingyun Heart Sutra he wrote back then?At this step, Yunshuang didn't even change his name, just memorized the whole thing and printed his own name as he wrote it himself?

This is really bullying him. Dongfang Fei died early that year.

Qing Ao also ran out, stood beside him, and asked curiously: "Master, what are you buying this for? Do you want to learn?"

Dongfang Fei: "..."

Feeling depressed after shopping, Dongfang Fei turned around and went to a tea house.

Since ancient times, apart from fragrant tea, teahouses have always had a standard storyteller, and the teahouses in Tiangong City are no exception.

At this moment, the storyteller was spitting all kinds of anecdotes.

Of course, it was inevitable that Mr. Storyteller talked about the most prestigious Immortal Baishuang——

"However, the Baishuang Immortal Venerable, with the divine sword in his hand, stabbed at the big monster like thunder! After the sword was passed, the big monster who was still arrogant and cannibalistic just now exploded with a bang! Since then, Jintian City has been in good shape , no more monster infestation."

"it is good!"

"The Immortal Baishuang ordered the Tianshuangmen to open the granary, release food for the victims, heal the people's wounds with his own hands, and often send his disciples to eliminate demons and guard the way, and remove many disasters for the local people. It is truly merciful to help the world, and it will last forever..."

"Immortal Baishuang is so benevolent! It's better than Immortal Fucang, the God of Calamity!" A person at the table cheered.

God of Disaster?

Dongfang Fei's eyes moved slightly, and he humbly asked for advice, "How do you say this? Didn't you still believe in Fucang Immortal Venerable a few years ago?"

He felt very inexplicable about the sudden malice of the younger generation. What happened?

The person next to him was first surprised by his demeanor, but after hearing the question clearly, he gave him a strange look, "Young master, don't you go down the mountain all the year round? It has been several years since he believed in Fucang Immortal Venerable! Since he After those things you did were exposed, who else in the world would believe in that person except Qing Cang Sect?"

Dongfang Fei: "...What did he do?"

He thought about it blankly. Could it be that he had done some immoral things to succeed?Shouldn't you be drinking tea, drinking tea, making paintings?Or should we not write cheat books and array maps to pass on to future generations?

"You don't even know about this?" The person next to him looked at him as if he were looking at a newly unearthed coffin board, and heartbrokenly snapped a few taels of silver at the storyteller, "Come on, let this young man popularize history."

"Alright, listen up!"

"If you want to talk about this Fucang Immortal Venerable, he is really a person with mixed reputation and reputation. His cultivation base is extremely high, but he is very bad! No one has more vicious thoughts than him! He is a real ghost-faced evil spirit!" Mr. Storyteller came up and made a conclusion.

The corners of Dongfang Fei's lips twitched, and he took a sip of tea, "I would like to hear more about it."

"Because of his ugly face, this person wears a mask all the year round. He is disgusted with all beautiful things and has a strong desire to destroy. He is also very incomprehensible. In addition to practicing kung fu, he also makes medicine every day. He has an extremely cold and ruthless temper. He abused and beat his apprentice at the slightest disagreement, and in the later period, he was even more brave and forced to send troops to the Demon Realm to crusade against Wuhuang Demon Ancestor. Since then, a great war between immortals and demons has been triggered. The predecessor of this city, Yunmo City, was destroyed in this way. Fortunately, Immortal Baishuang rebuilt Yunmo City and changed its name to Tiangong City, so we have a good life now."

"However, this Fucang Immortal Venerable is also a character. He is extremely talented, so he can learn everything quickly, so he can become the No. 1 in the fairy world back then. Good reputation. So, even though he was a little bit bad, he left many treasures and cheats for future generations, such as the Qingcangyao Jing, and..." The storyteller talked eloquently.

Dongfang Fei: "..."

Is this him?

This is the first time since he was reborn, he heard the evaluation of himself from later generations, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood——

Which bastard spread rumors to tarnish his image like this!

And unscrupulously blamed him, bullying him to death will not cheat the corpse, right!

Aside from those nonsense comments, someone in Yunmo City obviously blamed him.

When he was fighting with Beigong Chensang, he set up a barrier, so it would definitely not cause the city to be destroyed.

Challenging and beating up apprentices?It doesn't exist. His personality is Buddhist and he is resigned. Although his relationship with his apprentice is not close, it is considered harmonious. At most, when he is cold-faced occasionally, he tends to make the apprentice tremble with fear...

As for the ugly face and incomprehensible style, it is even more nonsense.

Once the Fucang Immortal Venerable, who "comes from the east in white clothes to blow the snow, and admires the world with ice jade", caused a sensation because of his unnaturally handsome appearance. Countless people rushed out just to see the fairy appearance. There was also a stampede.

Since then, Dongfang Fei has put on a mask decisively, covering this face that is comparable to a destroyer of the order of the Three Realms.

I didn't expect to be misunderstood by the younger generation, thinking that he was so ugly that he was autistic, so he wore a mask.

No wonder the jade statue of Qing Cang Sect looks so evil.

Qing Ao looked at his master, thought about the jade statue of Fucang Immortal Ancestor, and thought about the celestial portrait that his master gave before, doubts flashed in his big eyes.

Dongfang Fei was annoyed by Lianhuan this afternoon, but he calmed down when he got too angry.He raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea.

Drinking the light blue fragrant tea in the cup, watching the moon shadow in the whirling water downstairs, his mood gradually calmed down.

In any case, it is always a good thing to come back from the dead.Although being pissed off to death, it was better than being locked in a coffin with Beigong Chensang.

As for Buy Yunshuang and those damn rumors...

He took a sip of his tea and looked at the moon in the water casually.

The real bright moon has already broken through the clouds and returned, how long can the false moon in the water sway.

He took a little boy to drink by himself by the window, and the night maze outside the building was brightly lit like a swimming dragon.But he was wearing a green shirt, and his demeanor was as cold as the mist and rain in the Pingjiang River, and as elegant as the spring tea in the south of the Yangtze River.

There is an extreme freedom and leisure in every gesture, as if everything is not in the mind.

Even though all the people in the teahouse were either rich or noble or cultivators, and there were quite a few dignified people, none of them had the aloof demeanor of the man in Tsing Yi by the window.

Many people secretly guessed which son of a famous cultivator he was, and why they hadn't seen it before.

Dongfang Fei naturally noticed a lot of eyes looking at him, and also felt a group of eyes, which had been looking at him intentionally or unintentionally since he went up to the second floor.

He looked up by chance, and saw four or five men and women in luxurious clothes sitting at the table not far away, and at the head was a gentle and elegant young man in blue who was looking at him with unclear emotions in his eyes.

do not know.

Dongfang Fei turned his eyes away indifferently, and continued to plan in his mind how to win tomorrow's Broken Branch Meeting, so as to strengthen his Qingcang faction.

A few conversations came from the opposite side——

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

At this time, Qing Ao approached slyly, his big eyes were full of gossip, "Master, aren't you and the new owner of Fengxiao Villa, Jian Qingrong, old acquaintances? Why didn't you react at all when you saw him?" ah?"

Because he does not know.

Dongfang Fei recalled the recent school knowledge he had read. Fengxiao Mountain Villa is the second most famous sect in the world, identified as Swallow Butterfly. It has become a firework and a lake for the common people.The current owner of the villa is Jian Yuanan's eldest son, Jian Qingrong, who is already a master in the transformation stage, and the disciples in the villa are also outstanding.

He only knows this knowledge, but he doesn't know what they look like at all, and the names of the people don't always match up with the people.

Dongfang Fei looked up at the table, and sure enough, he saw a swallowtail butterfly embroidered on their robes, and the blue-clothed boy in the head had a swallowtail jade pendant around his waist.

It seems that this person is Jian Qingrong.

Jian Qingrong seemed to have noticed something, and looked up at him, with a smile and anticipation that seemed to be a winning chance in her eyes.

Dongfang Fei nodded slightly as a greeting, and silently recorded his face, then turned his eyes away and continued to drink the tea in his cup.

Seeing that he was still unmoved, Qing Ao stuck out his tongue and sat back down.

Jian Qingrong's face was slightly stiff.

When Hua Bufei met him, didn't she greet him intimately, and looked at him eagerly, with unconcealable admiration in her eyes?Why is it so indifferent this time, as if treating a stranger.

What he didn't know was that the core of Hua Bufei's shell had been changed a long time ago, and now an ancient soul lived in it.

Dongfang Fei finished his tea and thought about it in his heart, so he threw down the tea money, turned around and walked away calmly, without even looking at him.

Jian Qingrong: "..."

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