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"Isn't Yue Tingfang the adopted son of Daoist Lingyu?" He Bugui asked.

Daoist Lingyu, also known as the head of Shangqing Temple, is a rare model of the immortal sect. Or at least there are some bad things that are not on the table, and Hebugui will not think that Shangqingguan is involved in it, or because he trusts Lingyu's character, Shangqingguan will not have such a thing.

Kongzhi replied in affirmative: "Yes, Yue Tingfang is the adopted son of Taoist priest Lingyu. That's right. He has been raised by his side since he was a baby. It is said that he is a relative's child. After becoming an orphan, he was adopted by Lingyu. He is a well-known fact. Not lying."

Kong Zhi added hot tea to He Bugui, and broke a piece of sugar cake, which felt like a plate of melon seeds was missing. Next time I will talk about other people's house chores, I have to prepare everything for the master.

Kong knew: "However, he knows the identities of Yue Tingfang's biological parents and has not made them public. It is not wrong to insist that they are relatives. His father is Zhou Xuanqing, the youngest junior brother of Daoist Lingyu."

"Oh." He Bugui asked, "Who is Zhou Xuanqing?"

Kongzhi: "..." I forgot that you don't care about other fairy sects, so I'll talk about it again.

Kong knew: "In Daoist Lingyu's generation, this person has mediocre aptitude and no achievements. He was even excluded from the selection of inner disciples at the beginning, but after a few years, Zhou Xuanqing suddenly returned from traveling outside the mountain. It skyrocketed and became an upstart, but it also did a few good things and accumulated a good reputation.

However, it didn't take long for him to go mad. I heard that many disciples were injured, and it was Lingyu Daoist who suppressed him. He has been locked up in the exclusive hall so far, and many people are sighing. "

What you see and encounter when you travel abroad is different, and it is not uncommon for your cultivation base to skyrocket or become useless.

What is there to say about this story?

Crane Bugui was a bit boring: "Then who is Yue Tingfang's mother?"

"Here comes the important point." Kong Zhi made a fool of himself, and deliberately raised his voice, "Yue Tingfang's biological mother is actually Wu Jiujiu!"

Oh, and who is that?

He Bugui didn't understand what he was wondering about, so he asked, "Who is Wu Jiujiu, Kong Zhi, you can tell me as soon as you report it, why is it like a storyteller panting for three sentences, finish it quickly."

"Oh, I was wrong." Kongzhi said seriously, "Wu Jiujiu, the master doesn't know that this woman is called Jiu Gugu, and her real identity is the holy lady of Xiaoyao Court. Zhang Yinyin's head is not Zhang Yinyin, but Wu Jiujiu."

He was a little surprised that he didn't return.

As the name suggests, the Xiaoyao Court School is full of Xiaoyao, and they practice the Acacia technique. A female disciple can have seven or eight facial heads as a furnace to practice.

Practicing with this technique, the cultivation base is naturally much faster than that of a single-handedly, but the reputation is getting worse day by day. Anyway, they have never married, so it doesn't matter how famous they are.

But how could the dignified disciples of the Shangqing Temple get involved with the holy lady of the Xiaoyao Court, not to mention whether the head of the Shangqing Temple at that time would have broken Zhou Xuanqing's leg if he knew that it was his senior brother's mausoleum. Yu would never leave such a scandal alone.

Kong knew: "That's why it's so strange. Jiugugu's cultivation base is unpredictable, and there are dozens of people in front of her, all of whom are stunning men. Zhou Xuanqing's aptitude is ordinary, and there is no such thing as Jun. It's strange that she and Zhou Xuanqing fell in love with each other. What's even more strange is that she is pregnant. The master probably doesn't know that Xiaoyaoting's female disciples have the method of avoiding children, and Mian Shou also takes medicine every day, so she will never stay behind. Judging from Yue Tingfang's age, Gu Gu's pregnancy is inferred , after she went down the mountain, and she was brought back from the mountain by Daoist Ling Yu when she was two years old, and it was the time when Zhou Xuanqing lost his temper and was imprisoned in the palace."

He Bugui touched the teacup and said, "I haven't studied the Acacia technique much, but when it comes to the furnace, both practitioners are mutual furnaces, but the strong one absorbs it, and the other is responsible for transporting it. You said Zhou Xuanqing cultivated it. Could it have something to do with Wu Jiujiu?"

Kongzhi said truthfully: "The only thing Xiao Qi can know is that just now. As for where Jiugugu went, whether Zhou Xuanqing's soaring cultivation base is because she was made into a furnace, there is no way to find out."

He Bugui frowned and said, "But if I know about it, it will be the same as what we suspected."

Suspicion breeds dark ghosts, and scandals spread far and wide, even if the truth is not the case, by then Taoist Lingyu, Shangqingguan, and Yue Tingfang will all be drowned in the spit of the world.

The Xiaoyao court will definitely use this to attack Shangqingguan, and behind the scenes, there will be another game between Prison Shizong and Tianji Palace.

Familiar incitement tactics, but this time the target is not the human race and the monster race, but the two immortal sect forces in the comprehension world.

He Bugui smelled the lingering conspiracy of the goddess, and secretly felt a little uneasy.

He Bugui said: "Zhaogui wants to get rid of this secret, and I don't know how he plans to use it, but it's not easy to dictate other people's family affairs, senior brother can you tell me how he plans to deal with it?"

Kong knew: "The palace master said bluntly, if Zhou Xuanqing did something shameful, Daoist Lingyu would definitely not spare his life, unless Daoist Lingyu didn't know about it.

So this matter can only be told tactfully, the Palace Mistress intends to write a letter, cryptically reminding Taoist Master Lingyu to find out Yue Tingfang's life experience, as well as the reasons for Zhou Xuanqing's madness, and leave traces of everything in case of emergencies.No matter what is found, Daoist Ling Yu must personally tell the mystery of Yue Tingfang's life experience, so as not to create suspicions and others to take advantage of them. "

He Bugui nodded and said, "This is a compromise, Kong Zhi, don't tell Yu Wuque about this for now."

Sora knew: "Yes."

That kid couldn't hold back his mind, Yue Tingfang was his good friend since he was a child, and if he cared about it, he would be chaotic.

If Yue Tingfang had learned about it from other people, he would definitely make a fuss, and it would be a bad thing to go back to Shangqing to observe Lingyu.

Close the door, what the adoptive father and son have to say is a family matter, and it is easier to deal with.

He didn't return but remembered that outside Qiulang City, on the day Yaying captured Ling Lan, people from Xueyuan Palace and Xiaoyaoting surrounded them. At that time, Zhang Yinyin flirted with Yu Wuque, but she said something to Yue Tingfang that meant nothing. if.

At the time, I thought it was just an unintentional molestation, but Zhang Yinyin saw Yue Tingfang's expression and tone as if she was implying something, now that I think about it, it's really weird.

Kong knew: "The master thinks that the Xiaoyao Court may have known about this for a long time?"

"Maybe, but it's hard to find out what she has said to Yue Tingfang in private, if she asks rashly, Yue Tingfang will definitely become suspicious, that's all." He Bugui said, "Let senior brother pay attention to Yue Tingfang's movements, it is best not to let him leave the mountain. If someone wants to use this secret to provoke trouble, Yue Tingfang will seem to be the center of the storm, and it is pitiful for the disciples in his sect to protect as much as they can."

Sorachi looked at Crane Bugui quite unexpectedly.

The master has become more and more soft-hearted now, and he even cares about other people's disciples and other people's messes.

Kongzhi smiled and said, "It's for Mr. Wuque."

"With his temper, if Yue Tingfang has to go back to the Shangqing Temple, can he rest assured? After returning to the Shangqing Temple and being attacked by Xiaoyaoting, he will sit idly by?" He Bugui shook his head and said, "If I hold him, On the surface, he promised well, but in private, he was impatient, afraid that he would sneak out of Feijia again, so as a teacher, it would be fine to bother to take care of him."

Kongzhi's smile deepened, the master made so many excuses, after all, it was nothing more than a love of the house.

In this regard, it is not as frank as Yu Wuque.

People care about it and never hide it, no, these few days I went out early and returned late at night, and I didn’t forget to make a miniature ever-burning lamp. The light is brighter than the night pearl, but it is covered with a special layer of gauze to make it softer.

Drawing and writing on the stone platform does not hurt the eyes at all, and there is also a small mechanical hook, which can hook even a leaf firmly, so there is no need for someone to struggle to hang the night pearl with a rope.

Kong Zhi took out the long-burning lamp, put it on and lit it, pointed to the painting on it and said, "Young Master Wu Que drew it by himself. It's not as good as the master's, but it's very playful."

He Bugui stared at the two tree-branch figures and couldn't help laughing: "I'm the one sitting, and he's the one dancing the sword?"

The next moment, the picture slowly changed to another one due to the temperature change.

Dancing swords under the moon, reading books in waterside pavilions, fishing in the wind and waves, accompanied by snow-covered boundless mountains all the way.

There is also a man and a crane fighting a squid, and there are two overlapping figures of white tigers and pine trees.

He Bugui's eyes softened, staring at the slowly changing picture, his heart felt a little hot.

Although the painting skills are clumsy, and the tree branch man can't see the beauty or ugliness, but the things the two experienced together are vivid, thrilling and tender.

After holding it for a long time, when all the small paintings were displayed, a new round started again, and the crane said, "He only makes these for a day to deceive people."

Kongzhi smiled and asked, "Is the master happy?"

He Bugui glanced at him, and turned his head with a smile: "You don't have to guard me anymore, take the deer to pick him up, remember to make a bowl of hangover soup."

Kongzhi counted the time and said: "Master Ji is hosting a banquet, and I'm afraid he will be drinking after the meal."

"It doesn't matter, you go and pick it up." He Bugui ordered.

I don't believe it anymore, the guy who was snorting at the door of the restaurant was still reluctant to leave, since he didn't get married, why did he stay there and drink so much useless wine, He Bugui said blankly: "In an hour Someone will pick it up for me, I will wait."

Kong Zhi: "..."

Just be strict.

Kongzhi held back a smile and said, "Okay, I'll go right away, and I'll definitely get him back, so that the master won't be in a hurry."

He Bugui held the lamp in his hand, and the warm light shone on his face, making that smile even softer: "Hurry up!"

……

Half a month later, the major immortal gates withdrew their staff one after another, leaving only the garrisoned troops. The prisons stood on the two ends of the Undead City in the north and the south, and were built by the sea, which had begun to take shape.

As for the fishing village in the west, because of the stationing of the Xianmen, more people are willing to come back to live their lives than before, and the town is becoming more and more lively.

Before leaving, the common people sent out five miles from the entrance of the village. The little disciples either carried salted fish or dried chili and garlic in their hands, and even hung several strings around their necks. .

The stretch of tents on the coast have been dismantled long ago. After cleaning, the beach has white sand and blue waves. The sea and the sky line. There are more and more fishing boats moored. The establishment of two prisons is like the undead city that everyone has feared for thousands of years. Not so eerie.

A few more sword lights streaked across the sky, the head of the Xuanjie Sect left with his attendant Yujian, He Bugui saw it in the small pavilion on Qisong Mountain, took out the tea set, and ordered a hand of good tea for his senior brother.

Just as the water boiled, I heard footsteps approaching.

Bai Yingchi retracted his sword and strode into this unique small pavilion.

Crane Bugui served the tea: "Substitute tea for wine, see off senior brother."

"You really don't want to go back?" Bai Yingchi was burned, touched his lips and said, "It's been almost four months outside, and you still don't want to go home?"

"Think, go back slowly." He Bugui said, "Let's drive back and check things along the way."

Bai Yingchi asked: "Lingmai?"

"Well, now that we have a clue, let's investigate to the end." He Bugui smiled, "How did the Great Restriction come about? If I know one step ahead of the Goddess, I can restrict her actions."

Bai Yingchi said worriedly: "It's not urgent. You're not in good health. You'd better go back to the mountain as soon as possible so that senior brother can take care of you. You'll sleep outside in the open air. You won't be used to eating or sleeping."

He Bugui curled his lips: "Am I so delicate?"

Bai Yingchi shook his head and smiled, not daring to speak.You are more delicate than my little junior brother.

"By the way, where is Wu Que?" Bai Yingchi looked around, "That kid is not inseparable from you, so call him, I have to tell him well, if you make a mistake during this trip, I will only ask him."

He Bugui sipped a sip of tea and said, "He went to see him off, it seems that many sect masters are leaving camp today, and each wants to see him."

Bai Yingchi smiled and said: "This time he has made him."

"Who called me?" Yu Wuque came with a sword, tied a neat ponytail, entered the pavilion gracefully, and said with a smile on his face, "It's the palace master, I pay my respects to the palace master, I heard what I just said, don't worry, master I will take good care of him, and let him bleed, and I will come to see you!"

He Bugui kicked him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yu Wuque sat aside with a playful smile.

Bai Yingchi felt that he was redundant again, and asked out of words: "Has everyone been sent away?"

Yu Wuque said: "Well, I gave them all away."

He Bugui silently pushed over a cup of dried tea, and glanced at him: "Why is it so fragrant?"

Yu Wuque was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled out the bag from his sleeve, and threw it at Kongzhi like a hot potato: "They were all gifts from various people, and I didn't see what was there. Maybe there is a fragrant handkerchief, how dare I ask for it? Kongzhi, I’ve given you all.”

Kong Zhi: "..." If you don't dare to ask for it, I dare to ask for it?

Crane Bugui raised his beautiful eyes slightly, it was hard to tell if he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

Yu Wuque continued to explain: "I don't dare to ask for something from Naka, and I don't even dare to ask for a gift from the girl's house."

Kong knew which pot would not be opened and which pot to carry: "So there is a girl who blocks the son's way and gave Xiangxiang a parting gift?"

Yu Wuque punched out of nowhere, looked at the crane and said honestly, "Yes, yes, I will just prevaricate it with a word."

He didn't return, but he wanted to ask: "How did you fool people?"

"No fooling around." Yu Wuque stared at the tea leaves and said, "Just say you have a sweetheart."

Well, don't ask any more questions, I don't know what earth-shattering things can be answered.

Bai Yingchi closed his eyes, you all should shut up.

He stood up abruptly and said: "Senior brother is leaving first, you can take it easy, but you have to come back within two months, Xiao Xi, I have something private to tell you, and yours... um, You have to come to Lingshu Palace to live for a while."

He Bugui looked at him: "Okay."

Bai Yingchi walked away clutching his heart, and led a large group of elite monks from Tianji Palace. The sword light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the fairy elders in white disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The three of them went out of the pavilion and watched off on the edge of the cliff.

Kongzhi's eyes fell on the side of the mountain, and he said with a "hey": "Master, look over there, I have seen several times recently, they are all from the Yaozu, but they have almost no cultivation, so they are not close to here. No one stopped me, I crawled forward all day long, kowtowed every few steps, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Crane Bugui followed the sound and looked over, silent for a long time.

But Yu Wuque explained: "Look carefully, there are still things at their feet, and there are spirits in the woods near them. They are the most common monsters, with almost no skills."

Kongzhi took a closer look: "Ah, it's true, how those little crabs and little sandworms would go hand in hand with the monster race, and the crawling traces are very similar to..."

"It's a pilgrimage, and it's also a worship." Crane Bugui said, "Strictly speaking, it's not a formation, it's just an image used in prayers. I sincerely hope that the souls of the dead can be saved, but it's useless now."

Kongzhi: "?"

Yu Wuque lifted a corner of his clothes, revealing the small water bag hanging from his belt, and said to him, "Look at the good deeds you have done. The clansman regards you as a god and rises up for you. Fortunately, you are being used by people in a daze. Now that the monster has no shelter, it is difficult to survive, and I still don’t forget to bring my family and my mouth to worship you."

Anchovy: "Oh!"

Kongzhi suddenly realized: "Are you here for the giant fish? I didn't expect this little fish to have such a status in the hearts of the Yaozu."

The squid bumped its head against the bag: who do you call a small fish?

Kong knew: "But they are all ordinary people. Whether the squid dies or not doesn't prevent them from continuing to live. Why do the rabbits die and the foxes are sad, and the teachers and people come to mourn."

Yu Wuque said: "Kongzhi, do you understand the meaning of "Falling leaves return to their roots, Fengcheng sword returns"? "

Kongzhi half-understood and said: "I only know that people always seek their roots and return to their origins."

"Then this turmoil can also be understood in this way. The home and root of the monster clan is the squid. It is not so much that they place the hope of the family's revival on the squid. I think they regard the squid as their ancestors and respect and love them more. It is appropriate. The suffering descendants will always think of the ancestor who was very prosperous for a while, and be inspired by him, even if he will not be resurrected, it is also a hope, the hope of continuing to survive in this hard and ordinary world."

Yu Wuque looked over faintly, and the demon clan Qiqi Aiai, who was prostrate on the ground, wept silently and kowtowed all the way over, his forehead was broken and his eyes were red, looking very pitiful.As for those sandworms and crabs that are difficult to transform into shape, some have broken legs, and some have been dried by the sun. Even if they use corpses to form a sacrificial image along the way, they are willing to do so.

Such a scene is all moving.

Half a month ago, Bai Lingchuan's tragic situation was still in front of his eyes. The red-eyed water monster was not like this. He wore a firm and firm look, and he resolutely went to die without any regrets.

The capable and brave monsters have already died, not to mention whether they were used or just wronged ghosts under the conspiracy, this kind of bravery is really admirable.

Soraka was so sad that he wanted to cry, but unfortunately, no tears came out.

Yu Wuque said: "Believe it or not, when this heartfelt worship is over, they will rekindle their fighting spirit, fight oppression to the end, and use their last bit of strength."

Kong Zhi took a breath and said, "I believe it."

"There are eight hundred princes without vassals, their bodies are covered with armor, and their hands are pierced with arrows. 【1】" Crane Bugui lowered his head slightly, and the sea breeze lifted his black hair, and he was also weighed down by thousands of emotions. He remembered what was written in the book, Then he continued to read, "Er Er Feng Shu is so cool, all hatred begins to entangle, the sorrow of frost and dew, all worries continue to gather, heart-to-heart and gallbladder, ambition is not complete. 【2】"

Crane Bugui shook his head, sighed and sat back to drink tea on the small stone platform.

Kong Zhi asked, "Young Master Wu Que, what do you mean?"

"It means that these vast waves raise the sorrow of the monster clan, and while paying homage to their ancestors..." Yu Wuque said, "Their hatred and unwillingness will also become endless fire until-- "

Until the book says——

Straight to the Zongshe, the whale salamander has not been cut, and the courage is waiting for the next day. Gong Xingtian punishes him, transports four Cong alone, sits and wields eight handles. 【3】

Yu Wuque explained: "In short, as long as there is only one person alive in the future, the monster race will fight the human race to the end. It is a corner if it can be regained, and it is a corner if it can be killed. They think it is fate and inheritance. "

Even if the lives of the whole family are ruined, they will not hesitate.

It's actually sad and sad.

Foolish loyalty and lonely bravery might not be a hymn, but the general trend is gone, and they come for the frost and dew, and what they compose is an elegy.

Kong Zhi's eyes dimmed a little, looking at the side of the mountain, his heart could not be calm for a long time.

How long he stood there, how many things he thought about, even he didn't know, it wasn't until he heard the crane calling him that he didn't return.

"Kongzhi, come here." He Bugui kept his eyes on the puppet's back for more than half a month, and he needed to talk about something.

Kongzhi entered the small pavilion with a gloomy expression, and said respectfully, "What is the master's order?"

"Sit down." Yu Wuque smiled meaningfully, glanced at He Bugui, and pulled Kong Zhi to sit down, "Let's discuss life and death."

Kongzhi's expression froze, watching the two of them dare not speak.

He Bugui stared at him and said, "Tell me, when did you find out that you're alive?"

The author says:

【1】【2】【3】From Volume 55 of Biography of Liang Shu.

This volume is over, and the next volume is about to start——

Sorcerer with akimbo: I am alive!Hahaha!

Volume Three

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