Master's Dao System Daily

In fact, Ji Suifeng didn't make a killing move, the woman could dodge the magic circle he set up by turning her head a little.

But when the woman heard Xi Hong's voice behind her, she seemed to be possessed. She turned her back to Ji Suifeng in a daze. "Wow" spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, the huge flower spirit pierced by Ji Suifeng's sword spread out in the air with a "bang", and the blue-purple smoke slowly spread around, and finally dissipated completely. .

The originally gorgeous witch bone flowers on the ground suddenly lost their brilliance, and all withered in the blink of an eye, and even the branches and roots were all dried up on the ground, as if the hundred-acre flower field that everyone saw was just a phantom before. Gone.

"You... how do you know?" The woman seemed to be still unwilling, and asked weakly.

Xi Hong stood up from a group of disciples and said with a stern expression, "Because he is my father."

Good guy, is it such a bloody plot?

The corners of Ji Suifeng's eyes twitched, and before he could open his mouth to complain, he heard his silly little apprentice ask in a daze: "But your surname is Xi, and Linyue Xianzun's surname is Lin... isn't it, brother?"

Gu Yunkong was angry and funny, but he was helpless about his junior brother's ignorance, "Linyue is the name of the immortal, and the Linyuan sect used the name of the patriarch when it founded the teaching, and every head of it since then has used the name of the patriarch. Add your own font size at the beginning of the word 'Lin' to take it as the French name."

Xi Hong looked back at him, nodded to confirm his statement: "That's right, my father's surname is Xi, and he died for nearly a hundred years. People almost only remember his dharma name."

Withered bones of a hero and yearning for a beautiful woman, it was originally a poignant story suitable for both ancient and modern times, but when this self-righteous unrequited love meets someone else's offspring, it is embarrassing.

"Actually, I have never told anyone that he is me... How dare I? He was brave and fearless. He was the first to stand up for justice when the Taoist temples in Zhongnan Mountain were destroyed, and proposed to declare war on the evil way, but who would dare? What about it? Even the elders of his own sect dissuaded him from discussing it first. What is there to discuss? They all want to protect themselves first, but they don’t think about it. Zhongnanshan was destroyed. Could it be that other people are still far away? ?!"

"Even... some people even slandered, saying that Zhongnanshan incurred revenge from the Demonic Dao because of enmity with the Demonic Dao. Hahaha, what the Zhongnanshan Taoist Temple eliminates are demons! Only you Kunlun Mountain can eliminate demons and protect the Dao! Why not revenge and destroy the sect? Asking you to report it? It’s nothing more than deceiving us that we are weak and lack mana! Think that if we sacrifice us, we can live in peace with the devil? How ridiculous!”

The more she spoke, the more stern her voice became, she even looked at the blue and white uniforms of the people in front of her with resentment, but when her eyes fell on Xi Hongjue's face, which was so beautiful that she couldn't find a single flaw, she suddenly calmed down, or softened .

"Only Xi Yue, only he insisted on fighting against the Demon Dao, and he was also the first to stand up and lead the team to kill the false cliff! But because those people hesitated to wait and see and did not support in time, he fell! I hate...but I hate the Demon even more head!"

The previous generation co-authored the idol drama Gouxue Xianxia, ​​Ji Suifeng's scalp tingled and gasped after hearing it.

Although the disciples present had never witnessed the battle between immortals and demons a hundred years ago, they gradually empathized with her tearful accusation at this moment, and those with stronger empathy even clenched the sword in their hands, wishing to fight with the demons on the spot. Kill you to the death.

Ji Mingyang looked around, frowned suspiciously, and asked, "But you miss Immortal Linyue so much, why do you have to kill my master? My master didn't provoke you."

A female disciple named Lu Xueyao next to Xi Hong stood up and said, "Senior just explained the reason. She wanted to know about Lord Ji Feng's memory, to make sure if he was a member of the Demon Clan. If so, there must be something about the Demon Clan in her mind imprint."

Ji Mingyang was already at odds with Bihuafeng's people, and immediately rolled his eyes at her, very dissatisfied: "Why should she show it to her if she wants to? I also said that she has such a demonic spirit." It's so heavy, she should be a demon! Why don't you let her cut her head open and show me?!"

"Junior Brother Ji, that's called a witch bone flower, not a bone flower..." Someone behind pulled Ji Mingyang's sleeve and corrected him softly, but the disciples behind him covered their mouths and laughed.

Ji Mingyang brushed the man's hand away and said angrily: "Whatever she does, she stunned us first, but now she wants to reason. Why is no one reasoning with my master!"

The woman stretched out her hand to straighten her messy sideburns, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and lowered her posture a lot: "Don't worry about it, I have hated the way of the devil all my life. If he wasn't for the way of the devil, I would pay him my life." Okay, if you want to see my memory, I won't refuse, it's just to prove my innocence, what can't I see? I can prove my innocence with this, why can't he."

"Damn!" Ji Mingyang didn't understand these twists and turns, he just wanted to protect his master first: "Who wants to look at the Linyue Immortal in your mind, are you willing to put those shits on yourself?" It's your business to be seen by others, so why do you ask my master to also be seen by others?"

He has always been young at heart, and even after many years of pure cultivation, he couldn't stop his simple mind. Everyone didn't care about him, and suddenly a disciple asked from among them: "May I ask Master Ji what he thinks?"

After Ji Suifeng broke the witch bone flower spirit, the ground was covered with dead branches and leaves, so he summoned his natal sword and sat cross-legged in the air, resting his head on one hand and watching the play quietly.

Suddenly the spearhead was aimed at him again, and everyone looked over with sharp eyes.

Oh, it's so funny, this group of people are still Daoxuanmen's own disciples... His eyes turned cold, and he was about to speak, but he was suddenly preempted by someone: "Everyone is doing the same thing as the immortals a hundred years ago. What is the difference between Nanshan's self-proving innocence?"

Hey, it turned out to be Gu Yunkong who hadn't said a word!

Not only the others were surprised, but even Ji Suifeng was a little surprised. My big apprentice has always been a tempered person who always helps me out and doesn't help my relatives. Now it is obvious that what the woman said is more reasonable. Why did he stand up and speak for himself?

Gu Yunkong took a step forward to stand with Xi Hong, but he turned to face the Taoist disciples: "A hundred years ago, Zhongnan Mountain was destroyed for no reason. Nanshan had an enmity with the Demon Dao, and it was only when the Demon Dao broke the defenses of the cultivation world one after another that he repented."

"What's the difference between you clamoring for others to expand their memories to prove their innocence, and asking Zhong Nanshan to explain that he has no personal enmity with the Demon Dao? Besides, the Demon Dao is the Demon Dao. Don't you even have the confidence to discuss the matter?"

His analysis was so eloquent that everyone was speechless, and his gentle and generous eyes glanced at everyone in the field at this moment, and then said: "Everyone ask yourselves, you are willing to put all the memories in your heart. Show it in front of others? Are you willing to reveal the joy or secret feelings in your dream just now? Just for the unfounded suspicion of a stranger? Do you dare?!"

His words were plausible and well-founded, and the disciples who immediately shouted were speechless.

The disciples stopped talking, but Lu Xueyao still insisted: "But..."

"I know what Junior Sister Lu is going to say," Gu Yunkong interrupted her, "You want to say, but in the end the Demonic Dao really had a plan to slaughter Zhong Nanshan, right?"

Lu Xueyao nodded, and Gu Yunkong asked back: "But junior sister knows, how much did you pay for this? The Linyuan faction was wiped out, the Sanxian of Penglai Island was besieged, all the fairy families fled, and civil wars broke out everywhere. The world is devastated..."

"If you can stand firm and resist unanimously like Linyue Xianzun from the beginning," Gu Yunkong continued: "Although it can't stop the indiscriminate killing of the devil, many small sects will not suffer innocently, and Penglai Island and Linyuan sect will also It won’t be broken up and can’t rise so far, and finally the cultivation world united to win the victory, but if I had believed in Linyue Immortal Venerable earlier, it wouldn’t have come to this point.”

After finishing speaking, he turned to Xi Hong and said, "I believe that if Immortal Linyue is still alive, he will never force my master to hand over his memory here without any reason. Right, senior brother Xi Hong?"

Xi Hong had always been reticent, and lived alone in Daoxuanmen, but he was very close to Gu Yunkong. These two people had never been in contact with each other in the past, but there was a kind of tacit understanding and sympathy between gentlemen.

"That's right," Xi Hong nodded in affirmation of his statement: "I just saw my parents in my dream. The Peak Master makes his own choice, whether he is willing or not, it is his choice, and no one should interfere or doubt unreasonably."

Lu Xueyao was stunned when she heard that, what they said was reasonable, but...

Gu Yunkong looked at Xi Hong with a smile, and praised: "A gentleman is not a weapon. Senior Brother Xi does not stick to ordinary people's so-called incompatibility between Taoism and demons. He does not stand in line to slander people for no reason. He handles things fairly and behaves morally. It is really admirable."

The corners of Xi Hong's eyes twitched, and he squinted at him like this jokingly: "I don't know when Junior Brother Gu learned to be so sharp-tongued, saying that you are right or wrong, and Feng Master Ji doesn't care about it?"

"Hahaha."

The crowd laughed along.

The two of them had a quarrel, the memory couldn't be seen, the Daoxuanmen disciples laughed again, as if the tit-for-tat confrontation just now didn't exist, and they were a little regretful that the dream was short-lived, and now there are only a lot of flowers and willows left, so sad.

As for Ji Suifeng, it didn't seem to matter to him from the beginning to the end. He seemed to be the wrong actor on the set. should be the focus of controversy.

I seem to have watched a play, but I don't seem to have watched it... Ji Suifeng was confused, thinking dumbfounded.

The crisis in the witch bone flower field was temporarily resolved, the woman did not see Ji Suifeng's memory as she wished, but because Xi Hong's words made her confused, she could not care about the hard-working [-]-acre flower field, and turned away in a daze.

The disciples of Daoxuanmen only knew Xi Hong's identity at this moment, and they asked him all kinds of things, such as why he didn't succeed as the head of the sect but why he came to Daoxuanmen as a disciple, and how he only heard about his father but never heard of him. I haven't heard of his mother, and his father has so many admirers. Does his mother know and so on.

Xi Hong was the most taciturn in the past. He always gave people an aura that strangers should not enter. Everyone dared not approach him. Now that he has a heart of gossip, coupled with going out for trials, he has narrowed the distance with his fellow disciples, and he was speechless when asked. That's right, it's funny and cute to be embarrassed after a while and seek foreign help.

Ji Suifeng looked at all this from above, feeling very bewildered, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure coming with a sword.

"What is Master thinking?"

Gu Yunkong stopped the sword beside him, and sat cross-legged on the sword with his clothes lifted, just like him.

Ji Suifeng looked at him, full of doubts in his heart, and finally chose the most reasonable question: "How do you know what kind of person Linyue Immortal Venerable is, and you have never seen him before."

Gu Yunkong smiled and said: "Immortal Master Linyuan, he is upright, talented, slick, and suave... He is a person who can hardly be compared to all righteous people in the world. As long as the master thinks what is good, he will go What he wears on his body is a deified figure, and there is no need to understand it specially."

This... Ji Suifeng was a little dumbfounded, and it didn't sound like he had any sense of awe for this Linyue Immortal Venerable.

"Tell me," Ji Suifeng asked nonchalantly, "it is said that life is like a play, but if your life is really a play carefully arranged by others, but you don't know anything, what do you want to do?" What should I do? Stop acting? Or continue to cooperate according to the script?"

"Ah?" Gu Yunkong couldn't respond for a while, "What?"

Ji Suifeng regained his composure, and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that everything that happened today is too... like a play, and I haven't recovered my composure yet, the show is over."