Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

Ren Linliu's words were like the rock that stirred up waves, stirring up the crowd who were already excited and whispering.

These suzerains cannot be regarded as the first-rate figures in the immortal way. When Ren Linliu was famous in the immortal way, most of them were unknown teenagers, so they would not see Ren Linliu.

And from Shu Yao's reaction at the bottom of the abyss, we can also know that Wei Heng and the three of them did not do well in publicizing Ren Linliu.

Of course, the ordinary suzerains of the immortal way would not think of speaking out to stop them, that is, in the immortal way, they are almost equivalent to the teacher of Dao Zun who has no such person.

They boldly changed their guess in another direction:

"No one in Daoist Zun's sect has explicitly stopped him, but this fellow Daoist has acted like this. I think there must be something hidden."

"I saw that this fellow Taoist has a high level of cultivation, and he doesn't seem to be ignorant of the world—"

As soon as they clapped their hands, guesses jumped out of their hearts:

"Could it be that you are bitterly in love with the Demon Lord, so you want to stop it and try to save it?"

Ren Linliu: "???"

how to say.

Although it is not considered harsh and unreasonable, the old-fashioned big stick that specializes in mandarin ducks is thankful.

But doesn't he look so much like a master who would compete with his apprentice for his sweetheart?

The suzerains of the Immortal Dao were suddenly enlightened, and understood everything: "No wonder this fellow Taoist used the name of the Daoist earlier."

It turned out that it was hard to fall in love with the Demon Lord, but he thought that even if he borrowed the name of the Taoist Lord, it would be good to use this to comfort himself even if he fell in love with the person he likes for a while.

After they figured it out, they were filled with emotion and admiration: "Even though what you did was disgraceful, it's really rare to see this kind of intention."

Ren Linliu: "???"

Do not!

What do you make my Dabai think? ? ?

Am I the one who waits to see someone who loves someone?

Ren Linliu kept winking at his cute, caring and charming third apprentice, hoping that Xuan and Peak Master would come out to refute the rumors and speak a fair word for him.

However, Master Xuanhe turned a blind eye.

In fact, she didn't turn a blind eye.

On the one hand, there is the master like her own father who has kindly raised her, and on the other hand, the elder brother who has taught her to grow up like her own brother and has been her backing for hundreds of years.

No matter which side to choose, Xuan and the peak master are very entangled.

She could only worry in her heart, observe secretly, and said to Jiang Yunya:

"It's really unexpected that even if Xue Tian draws his sword at him, saying that he must die forever, when Jie Kong is running for his life, he still does not forget to take him away."

What a touching love.

The dean interjected and pondered: "Then why did Jie Kong only take Rang Xuetian, but didn't take Wan Chuanhe with him?"

Although two people are one body, love without a bowl of water is not a fair love after all.

"This..." Xuan and the peak master speculated wildly, "Maybe it's like what Po Junshi said? Let Xuetian be the main body, the more important of the two, so Abbot Jiekong had no choice but to do so in an emergency. Can you save Xuetian?"

It's really a love with clear priorities and a deep understanding of righteousness.

The dean nodded, agreeing with her point of view.

It can barely be regarded as a qualified love.

"Huh? Sect Master Jiang?"

Xuan and Peak Master finally had the time to care about their depressed friend, "Why do you look so sluggish?"

Jiang Yunya: "..."

nonsense.

Comparing your heart to your heart, if you went back to 300 years ago, and Ren Linliu taught you swordsmanship every day, would you be in good spirits?

Everyone is the suzerain of the six sects, and they are decent people with heads and faces when they go out. As for it?

Why bother?

Wouldn't it be good to keep some of the last dignity and freedom of the Suzerain Falling Blue Sky for him?

It was this time of slander that caused Jiang Yunya to miss the opportunity, Feng Ping was killed, and Xuanhe Peak Master had the opportunity to make a head start.

She raised her eyebrows, and apologized without sincerity: "I forgot that you have such a little interest in Ren Xuetian. It must be unhappy to see him and Jie Kong run away."

Jiang Yunya: "???"

His master is still watching here!

Can you take some responsibility for what you say? ? ?

No.

The master Xuanhe ruthlessly shattered Jiang Yunya's fantasy: "But it's not like there is no turning point, you can try to impress Wan Chuanhe, and see if there is a chance."

Wan Chuanhe: "???"

Can he be made to be disheartened and suspicious of life quietly?

Jiang Changxing's eyes were like lightning, and his gentle tone could hardly conceal the sternness inside: "Oh? I don't know, so Yunya, you have some interest in the previous demon?"

I'm afraid that won't work.

Jiang Yunya: "..."

For the first time, he felt the gloomy despair of life.

Is it too late to jump into the abyss now?

Lord Daoxuanshan put his sword back into its sheath, I don't know if it was a psychological problem, but the sound of his sword back into its sheath this time seemed to be extra loud and trembling.

Lord of the Hanging Mountain: "For the current plan, shouldn't we first find the three of them, Jie Kong Bukong and Rang Xuetian, and then discuss how to deal with them after asking what happened?"

Why can everyone be so big-hearted as if these three people have disappeared into the world like Liudao Temple, and start passionate gossip? ? ?

"Everything is empty, so Xuetian has plenty of time to find."

The Lord of the Seventh Region looked at it openly, and by the way put a handful of melon seeds in the hand of the Lord of the Upside Down Mountain:

"Shouldn't the important thing be gossip? Just now, it belonged to the previous Demon Venerable Lord of the Thousand Domains, Abbot Jiekong, but now it belongs to the Demon Venerable Daoist. It is rare in a thousand years. Naturally, we should cherish it and not miss it."

Lord of the Hanging Mountain: "..."

You are also really not afraid of cold voices and silent shadows.

"This senior is Master Ah Heng, the head of Xuanshan's previous generation."

Unexpectedly, it was Shu Yao who came out to help Ren Linliu explain.

He suppressed the inexplicable astringency in his throat by holding the cold silent shadow tightly, and said sorry to Ren Linliu as gently and earnestly as possible.

After the Demon King told about Tianyao, Shu Yao knew that in all likelihood, Ren Linliu would show his clues.

Ren Linliu should have opinions on him.

It's just that Wei Heng shouldn't be involved in this mess.

If you die by yourself, you will bear it yourself.

There is no reason why Wei Heng has to work hard for his reputation to be damaged.

"Master!"

Xuanhe Peak Master couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb now, so he called out.

Ren Linliu turned his head to look at her with a slightly pale expression.

Master Xuan Hefeng raised his skirt three times, five times and two times, stepped forward, and persuaded emotionally:

"Master, you may not know that you haven't shown up in the world for 300 years. Now the two worlds of immortals and demons are very enlightened. The difference between immortals and demons, gender similarities and differences are all trivial matters. The important thing is that the two of you have the same mind."

The fairy and the devil said: "???"

How do we not know? ? ?

Xuanhe Peak Master opened his eyes and spoke nonsense, which can be said to be done in one go: "Even though Senior Brother and Mozun have gone through many ups and downs, the outside world has misunderstood them and rumors spread about them, but the two of them have sincere hearts. We are fellow teachers, and we are all blessings." Theirs, right?"

Head of Xuanshan: "???"

I do not know how?

He was forced to represent himself by his junior sister, so angry that he swallowed several bottles of Tianwang Baoxin Pill.

Jiang Yunya was very understanding, and quickly echoed: "Yes, yes! We have witnessed the experiences of Daoist and Mozun with our own eyes! Naturally moved."

It's just that I was too moved, and my heart endured this kind of stimulation every now and then, which was a little too much for me.

Didn't you see that the Tianwang Baoxin Dan that the head of Xuanshan has eaten in the past year is the amount of the past ten years?

The dean said slowly: "Yes, the intention is indeed very sincere."

Looking at history, there are not too many Mozuns who are willing to be his disciple first, and then disguise themselves as Tianyao.

Jiang Changxing also persuaded: "Could it be that old friend, you are still hindered by the difference between the superficial family and the difference between immortals and demons? A few days ago, I thought that the immortal way is not open today, it is not as good as when we were young. I don't want to be wrong, the immortal way It's still open, but it's you, who is not as good as year after year, and becomes stubborn..."

Ren Linliu: "???"

No, doesn't he look like such a stubborn old man?

Obviously, before he left the abyss, he had thought carefully about how to fight to eliminate the inherent prejudice of the two ways of immortals and demons.

If he hadn't seen the familiar sword intent when Mozun drew his sword, Ren Linliu would have asked himself, wouldn't it be nice to go back and feed the geese?

Why do you have to get involved in the love affairs of the younger generation, so that you will bear the incomprehensible infamy for nothing?

Among the six comers, only the owner of Daoxuan Mountain is left.

He cherishes words like gold: "I... practice swords."

It can be understood that I don't have time to talk to me when I'm practicing sword, or it can be understood that don't bother me to practice sword.

A pun, wonderful.

"Master."

Wei Heng called out to him seriously.

It seemed that he was still shouting at the person he respected the most when he was young, who treated him like his own son.

Not because of the 300-year time change, not because of the difference in status and cultivation, nor because of the contradictory positions of the two at this time.

In Wei Heng's heart, Ren Linliu is his teacher who taught him wholeheartedly, and Shu Yao is his true love, so it's natural that they are greedy and paranoid about the well-being of both of them and the best of both worlds.

"Let me go to Xuanshan and report this matter to Master in detail. At present, it is still important to clean up Liudao Temple."

Ren Linliu nodded his head, agreeing.

Some people were happy and some were sad.

Jiang Yunya and the dean of the academy were probably the ones who were happy. They didn't have to fight Ren Linliu with his sword drawn by Mozun.

But they soon lost their joy.

Because under the guidance of the demon king, everyone dragged out the bloody and dying Abbot Wuchen from the secret room.

Of course, Jiang Yunya didn't say a word and came to the rescue.

Even if they are not old friends for many years, they are still partners who want to live together in the future.

How can there be one or two injuries?

Xuanhe Peak Master Mosuo held the Moonrise Kunlun sword, cursed in a low voice: "You dog bald donkey, you dare to treat Wuchen like this, I will let you taste the moonrise Kunlun ecstasy in the future."

In case Abbot Wuchen has a good or bad situation, and their poker table lacks one out of three, do they want to bring down Xuanshan Master or his senior brother?

Just thinking about it, Master Xuan Hefeng felt that life was gloomy and hopeless.

However, compared to the little novice monk whose sect was destroyed, Xuanhe and the peak master were still in the category of expressing sorrow.

The little novice monk was completely frightened by the sudden change of circumstances, mourning and wiping away tears, not knowing what to do next.

The Demon King was also wiping tears with the little novice.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't get a wink from Shu Yao, and he was at a loss. He just felt that the next himself seemed to be roasted meat under the cold shadow and sword, with no bones left.

Of course, when it comes to worries and worries, no one can compare to Po Jun.

He dragged Shu Yao aside, and asked worriedly: "The old head of Xuanshan doesn't seem to like you very much—"

Brother, don't get angry and kill the geese raised by people, smash the peaks, and beat people up.

How difficult is that to explain?

Shu Yao replied calmly: "I know."

Ren Linliu couldn't be blamed, he was a very good person.

It was his own death, and he deserved it.

Po Jun had seen Shu Yao's arrogance countless times in the past.

That is the arrogance and arrogance that can really make people hate it, but people can't hate him, but people can't help but feel that a beauty like him, a swordsman like him, should have his own temper.

The bright moon is high and far before it becomes a bright moon.

The sun is also the sun made by Burning Hands.

Po Jun sighed resignedly:

"Forget it, forget it, don't wrong yourself too much, draw your sword when you should. We don't lack the money to accompany him to one or two peaks, and it's not the first time to clean up the mess for you."

Very hardworking and earnest.

Shu Yao was not polite to him, and he was familiar with it: "It just so happens that I have something to ask you."

Breaking the military:"……"

He wanted to wake himself up twice, cautious and desperate: "Is it too late for me to repent now?"

"It's too late."

Shu Yao didn't give him a chance at all, and said strangely: "It's a good idea, do you really need the two money?"

Breaking the military:"……"

It's not brother, I'm not short of money for one or two peaks.

I was afraid that being in the midst of you would be unfriendly, I was not a human being inside and out, and in the end, I was beaten by the cold voice, the silent shadow, the sun and the moon, and Ren Linliu's sword, so that my mother would not recognize me.

If the problem can be solved with money, Po Jun is willing to buy ten or eight peaks immediately, and let Ren Linliu immediately move to Xuanshan to confess him.

Seeing his delay in responding, Shu Yao was even more surprised: "It's not brother, I just asked you for two secret histories, why are you so hesitant and evasive?"

Breaking the military:"……"

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as if reborn: "It turns out that there are two secret histories, easy to talk about, I thought you were going to ask me for money—"

To buy Ren Linliu's life.

It's better to take your own life first, and die more quickly.

Shu Yao was a little hurt, and said incredulously: "Before I told me that we have money, and you are the one who will pay him one or two peaks."

Po Jun reluctantly admits his momentary brain twitch: "...Yes."

Shu Yao: "You thought I was going to ask you for money, but you were the one who declined all kinds of excuses."

Heh, believe in your bloody brotherhood.

Breaking the military:"……"

He had a hunch that if he continued speaking, what he might face was a cold voice and silent shadow.

Po Jun made a decisive decision and cut off this dangerous topic: "Speaking of which, brother, why did you suddenly think of asking me for a script? Which two do you want?"

Shu Yao avoided talking about it, and only said briefly: "As long as it is related to me, you have to."

"Well, that might be a little difficult."

Po Jun pondered for a while, and told him one by one: "You have stayed under the abyss for a while, and you may not know it. Now, except for the first two books of Xuanshan Secret History, there are Seven Princesses who wrote that you were hurt by love and lost your heart. Soul's secret history of Demon Lord; there is the secret history of Zun and his first disciple, Demon Lord and Tianyao Daoist; there is the secret history of killing and breaking wolves about your early love for inhumans, and there is..."

Shu Yao: "..."

He listened to the Tao of the broken army, it was more like listening to the scriptures than listening to the monk chanting scriptures, and he was even more desperate.

Is it still too late to start a literary inquisition?

Is it still possible to stop his unhealthy phenomenon of flamboyant gossip?

After all, those who have to prepare for the ceremony of joining together, get married, establish a career and have a couple, it is not good to suffer too much reputation.

He could only barely calm down, nodded to Po Jun and said: "I know I must have bought it and laughed at me behind my back, so buy me a copy of them all."

"How can I be called secretly laughing at you?"

Po Jun stacked a few thick volumes of books in his hands, and said casually: "I just bought it to figure out how to help you—"

Spread the rumors even more boiling, more exaggerated.

After all, the Lords of the Seven Regions have all written and used their hands. How could I, Shu Yao's century-old brother, not show any kindness?

Fortunately, Po Jun was vigilant, changed his words in time, and saved his life from the cold voice and shadow:

"To dispel rumors for you."

Shu Yao sneered, obviously not believing it.

Everywhere has been properly arranged.

Abbot Wuchen was healed by Jiang Yunya, and he woke up. He was concerned about the situation of Liudao Temple, and the first thing he said was to let the remaining disciples of Liudao Temple go back to Wuwang Temple to practice together with him.

Everyone thinks so.

No matter how outrageous Abbot Jiekong's plans were, they, all the Mahayanas, never let the little novice novice in his teens live in this pile of ruins, which is equivalent to sleeping in the wild, eating the wind and drinking the dew.

While Po Jun was deeply worried, while leading the focus of the audience, Wan Chuan, who was in a trance, planned to return to the magic way to rectify affairs.

Po Jun: "Hey brother, even though you have lied to me for a hundred years, I am still so tired that I really feel worried about you, and I am still angry. But life is the most important thing, I still want to kindly persuade you that if you want to survive, it is better to come to the magic way .”

After speaking, Po Jun deeply believed that his heart was tolerant and generous, and he could almost become a Buddha instantly and ascend in the daytime.

There is no way, with a friend like Shu Yao, no matter how bad temper is, it will be tempered under the cold voice and silent shadow.

Wan Chuanhe: "..."

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense.

Wan Chuanhe's mouth was so dry after saying these few words that he was almost tired to the point of not wanting to repeat them.

As for the Lord of the Seventh Region, he was invited by Yin Changyan: "Senior Seven, this junior has never thanked you for saving your life. I wonder if you are willing to go back to the Mountain of Swords with me, and allow this junior to repay you a little?"

There is always no reason to see his savior dying under the sword of the Demon King.

Citing Changyan is very grateful.

He also didn't think about how he could repay the Lord of the Seventh Region because he was poor and could not hear the sound of two spirit stones in his pocket.

Out of friendship, Po Jun persuaded: "Daohanging Sword Mountain is indeed a good place worth visiting."

At least it is much worth visiting than the underworld sent by the cold voice and silent shadow.

Shu Yao just asked him for a few secret histories, who knew that his next step would not be frenziedly going to the original works one by one to settle accounts with the sword?

The Lord of the Seventh Region got his wish, so he reservedly pushed the boat along the river, and happily agreed: "Okay, then I'll go to Daoxuanjian Mountain to have a look."

The Overhanging Mountain Master who was watching the audience: "???"

From the beginning to the end, have you ever asked me, the real master of Daoxuanjianshan, even a single word? ? ?

******

Xuanshan vaguely looks like the old days.

The nine main peaks rise steeply from the thousands of miles of mountains, straight up to the blue sky, and there are countless peaks stretching from the bottom, like a long dragon swaying its tail, pushing up this world's first-class and beautiful place.

On it, the sea of ​​bamboo is green, and the pines and cypresses are full of fog.

For Yu Ren Linliu, it is his hometown that he has not returned to for 300 years.

No matter how many winds and waves he has experienced, he has honed a calm temperament early on, but at this moment, his eyes are still hot.

Ren Linliu looked at the height of the mountain and took a deep breath.

Immediately, he let out a loud cry of his saber, and the light of the sword pierced the sky like a meteor, leaving only a faint trace of his figure submerged in the clouds and pine trees.

When everyone found Ren Linliu again, he was holding a sleek, fluffy white goose in his arms with fluffy feathers.

Ren Linliu was combing the big white goose's tail feathers and the fine fluff between them with his fingers, and he didn't care whether the big white goose could understand or not, he murmured to it with an expression of infinite love and softness like water.

"Wait a minute, Demon King!"

Peak Master Xuanhe was shocked and held back the Demon King, Moonrise Kunlun was almost shaken out of her sheath by her:

"That goose is really inedible! It will die if you eat it!"

Horrified, Xuan and the peak master burst into foul language.

The big white goose is different from other geese, with a strong spiritual sense and keen five senses.

The malicious appetite from the demon king frightened it so much that the whole goose feathers exploded into a ball, and it couldn't help curling up in Ren Linliu's arms aggrieved.

Longevity, someone actually wants to eat a goose that is about to mature for hundreds of years.

Still in front of the owner it hasn't seen in 300 years.

"Huh." Ren Lin let out a sound, picked up a tail feather of a big white goose and looked at it carefully: "Why is the hair on the big white tail different from that on its body?"

Xuanhe Peak Master: "???"

It is clear that Bai has changed a round of hair, how did the master see it? ? ?

Cold sweat trickled down her back.

The big white goose fluttered its wings even more vigorously, and the tip of its wings pointed at Xuanhe Peak's main fan vigorously.

It's her!

While the heartless and ungrateful new owner and his beauties were swaying and sweet in the house, he plucked his own tail hair and used it to play cards!

It's her!

Ren Linliu seemed to understand Dabai's grief and indignation.

Xuanhe Peak Master's nerves were tense, and he held Yuechu Kunlun in fear.

Only Xuan Shan, the head of the sect, couldn't figure out the status.

This big white goose is not covered in snow and snow, and its coat color is quite uniform. Why is it that Master's eyes are different from theirs?

He stroked the big white goose's upturned tail, and comforted it softly, saying:

"Dabai, you don't have to worry. It's inevitable to have some accidents when you moult. You're the prettiest one among the geese even if you're bald."

Ren Linliu wisely kept silent on the next sentence.

After all, a goose that is hundreds of years old cannot demand too much wool.

Big White Goose: "!!! Gah!!!"

that's not what it means!

The old master of spicy chicken!There will be no justice for it at all!

"I know I know."

Ren Linliu comforted it while grooming it:

"I'll go to the South China Sea in two days, and I'll catch two big fish and make fish oil for you to make sure your hair will be thick and shiny after eating."

******

The other side of Xuanmiao Peak.

"Ayao, you don't have to worry too much."

Wei Heng's voice was even warmer and softer than Ren Linliu's to Dabai, and his movements of hugging Shu Yao were more careful and caring than Ren Linliu's hugging the white goose.

Any messy thoughts that are twisted into a ball, when they come to him, they will also turn into spring water.

"Master, I will go and explain to him."

Shu Yao smiled in his arms.

His smile is very warm.

Like the flowers blooming in the ruins of blood and fire, the bright white moon reflected in the silver light of the sword.

It is the unknown soft side of all proud and fierce things.

It is so precious that it is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

"This is what I should say, Ah Heng."

Shu Yao raised her finger like a sword, and tapped lightly on his shoulder.

The emperor's dragon soars.

Although the power of the thunder summoned today is not as powerful as before, it is not difficult to hold Wei Heng in place for a period of time when Wei Heng is defenseless.

"Originally I created the matter, so of course I will clean it up. You and your master haven't seen each other for 300 years. What should be said is the relationship between master and apprentice. There is no need to quarrel to expel each other from Xuanshan's hometown and draw swords."

******

"I have something I want to boldly explain to Senior."

Ren Linliu didn't look like he didn't want to see Shu Yao, and he didn't mean to make things difficult for him, but he was easy to talk, and nodded while hugging the big white goose:

"Just say it."

What Shu Yao was waiting for was Ren Linliu's words.

He unceremoniously found a place to sit down, raised his sleeves and shook out a pile of secret histories piled up like a hill.

"Secret History of Xuanshan, Secret History of Demon Lord, Secret History of Daoist Lord, Secret History of Slaying Wolf..."

Ren Linliu read the past one by one, frowning in puzzlement: "What does this mean?"

Without changing his face, Shu Yao quickly put the irrelevant Secret History of Sha Po Lang into his sleeves, as if nothing happened:

"I'm bothering senior about me and Ah Heng."

"That's why I dared to ask senior to read these secret histories first. If senior finds it annoying, I would be more than happy to retell the story for senior."