Jiuhua Xianzong

When the sun was shining over Qingyang Mountain again, everyone had already boarded the flying boat, and the four elders led their disciples to gather in the square to bid farewell. Everyone's eyes could not hide their joy, envy, longing, etc. On the other hand, the four true disciples of Qingyang Mountain wore brand-new Taoist robes, all of them held their heads high, and the deacon elder stuffed a picture jade into each of the four of them.

"When you go outside, remember to take a picture of any rare things you see. When you come back, you brothers and sisters will also gain knowledge."

What a bunch of bumpkins and bumpkins... Yao Wang Zongsi looked on coldly, with a sarcasm on his face, and he didn't feel that the Taoist robes the four of them were wearing now were the same as the bumpkins and bumpkins in their eyes. From now on, the four of them will naturally be disciples of Qingyang Mountain, even if it is temporary.

As for the other four true biography that were not selected, everyone had a look of resentment, and their eyes were full of unkindness when they looked at the four true biography of Qingyang Mountain.But obviously, Qingyang Mountain Four True Inheritance will not notice them at all at this time.

"Uncle Mo, the sect leader and disciples, please take care of me..." The other three elders solemnly entrusted Mo Bule.

"Don't worry!" Mo Bule nodded and smiled.

"It's not over, let's go." Mingjing was not happy, what does Qingyang Mountain mean, treating the elder brother as a nanny?This is not a problem, the problem is that with the current ability of the eldest brother, he can't even be a nanny, and it will not fall to him in the end.

Elder Liu Hui heard the words, immediately pinched out the spirit formula with both hands, the flying boat soared into the sky, plunged into the clouds, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Flying so high..."

Cultivator Jindan personally drives the flying boat. The speed and altitude are obviously not comparable to Wang Yuerong.Mo Bule looked at the clouds flashing past in front of his eyes, and felt very comfortable in his heart. Dividing into blue clouds, entering nine heavens, and traveling thousands of miles in an instant, this is the most carefree scenery on the journey of longevity. The only regret is that the person who pilots the flying boat, Not myself.But having said that, without the cultivation base of the foundation building stage, it is just a daydream to want to control the flying boat.

Therefore, returning to the cabin and continuing to practice is the right way.

Mo Bule had just made up his mind, but suddenly heard Mingjing say: "The height is reduced by half." The voice was a little strange, as if it was squeezed out from between the teeth.

Liu Hui was startled, and hastily lowered the flying boat's altitude according to her words.

"There, is Yanshanfang, right?" Mingjing asked again.

Mo Bu Le's heart skipped a beat, she knew something was wrong, she was about to say "no", but Wang Yuerong rushed ahead of him and said, "I'm reporting to the Immortal, that's right."

Mingjing immediately waved his hand, and a white rainbow shot out from his fingertips, wrapped in wind and thunder, and fell towards the ground.

"Junior brother, please be merciful." Mobu Le couldn't stop him, so he could only shout.

Baihong slanted slightly, and then slammed into the entrance of Yanshanfang fiercely. In an instant, the dust was flying, and countless monks who were about to leave and enter Yanshanfang scattered in horror. When the dust settled, they found out in shock that The boundary marker at the entrance of Yanshanfang was split in two and fell to the ground. The fracture was extremely smooth, and it was clearly forcibly split by an extremely sharp sword energy.

No one was injured, this sword energy was extremely precise, it only cut off the boundary marker, and nothing leaked out, it was just the dust that was stirred up when the boundary marker fell, which made many people unable to dodge in time, and made a mess.

"Who is this great person who doesn't like Yanshanfang..."

The monks who witnessed this scene talked a lot, and some were not afraid of death, and even reached out to touch the break of the boundary marker. Unexpectedly, there was still sword energy left on the break, and one hand was instantly cut to bloody by countless tiny sword energy. Mo, didn't cut off the whole palm, already he reacted quickly and stopped in time.

"Oh my god... the sword energy is condensed and does not disperse, and it is attached to the fracture. This powerful swordsman is clearly a sword cultivator who has cultivated sword intent..." A few knowledgeable monks gasped suddenly.

Zheng Guanshan rushed over, and when he heard this sentence, his face suddenly turned pale, he circled the boundary marker a few times, then turned his head and left without saying a word, not even daring to fart.He could see that the sword energy was so concentrated, it could be seen that the person who cast the sword had no intention of hurting anyone, it was just a warning, otherwise if the sword energy was fully released and fell in the center of Yanshanfang, it would probably be a bloody crime.

The monks are still discussing.

"Hey, who saw where this sword energy came from?"

"I saw it, it flew down from the sky..."

A group of people subconsciously looked up at the sky, only to see that the sky was clear and cloudy, and it was a beautiful sunny day.

On the flying boat, Mo Bule patted Ming Jing's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Junior brother, it's not good for men to be too narrow-minded..."

The clear complexion suddenly turned from white to red, from red to blue, and from blue to black again, just like adjusting a five-color palette, it was really wonderful.

"In the future, if I get ahead of you again, I'll be a pig!"

Roaring viciously in his heart, Mingjing was so angry that his chest was tight, he slapped Mo Bule's hand away, turned and went back to the cabin, he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would kick Mo Bule off the flying boat.

More than 20 days passed in a blink of an eye, Mingjing finally walked out of the cabin, facing the rising sun and colorful clouds, took a deep breath of fresh air.

"How far is it from Medicine King Sect?"

A Medicine King Zong Zhenchuan was standing not far away, upon hearing the words, he hurriedly replied respectfully: "It's still three days' journey back to Shangxian."

Mingjing's mood improved a bit. When he arrived at the Yaowangzong, he could directly reach the periphery of Jiuhua Xianzong through the void teleportation array.When he was in a good mood, he couldn't help but care about his incomprehensible senior brother. He glanced around and saw no one, so he asked again: "Has my senior brother practiced seriously in the past few days?"

"Mr. Mo has not left the cabin for ten days." Yao Wang Zongzhen replied.

That means he has practiced seriously, Mingjing is very relieved, although this senior brother is not very reliable, he can finally distinguish the seriousness from the seriousness.

"Brother, I have something to talk to you about."

Mingjing knocked on Mo Bule's cabin door, Yao Wangzong was coming soon, he had to give a few more instructions to let Mo Bule firmly remember that he was no longer a disciple of Yao Wangzong, but Luoxia of Jiuhua Immortal Sect The first disciple of the palace lord must put on airs when he meets the people of Yaowangzong.

"Junior brother... come in..."

Mo Bule's voice came out quickly, slightly strange, but Mingjing didn't notice it, and pushed open the hatch and went in.

After entering the door, Mingjing realized something was wrong, and stared at him, "It's only been twenty days, why did you change back to this ghostly look?"

Mo Bule was sitting on the cloud bed. He had just come out of cultivation, and he looked radiant, but this was only mentally, but his body showed a tendency of decay. He was haggard, even his hair was slightly scorched, his cheeks were red, and there were red threads in his eyes, it was clear that the poison of fire had flooded again.

"It's okay, I can hold on..."

Before Mo Bule could finish his words, Ming Jing had already put his hand on his meridian. When he probed his true essence, he felt waves of burning attached to the outer wall of the meridian, but it didn't burn into the meridian, so he felt relieved .

"You deserve it, who told you to take the elixir recklessly..." After a little thought, you will know the reason. No matter how little fire in the elixir, it will be harmful to Mo Bule, and more importantly, leave Icewind Valley Without the cold energy accumulated over thousands of years to suppress it, it would be a bit powerless for him to suppress it only by practicing the Yan Bo Hao Miao Jue.

After thinking about it, Mingjing couldn't help but said again: "Don't you feel pain?"

"I'm used to it..." Mo Bule smiled slightly. It was naturally painful at the beginning, but after more than 100 years of pain, it naturally didn't feel much.Compared to when he was in Icewind Dale, he now suffered less from the chill.

After making two cups of tea casually, he said: "Don't worry, if I really can't hold back, I will naturally come to ask you for help."

Mingjing's face was darkened, the fire of ignorance, even the master was helpless, what could he do, knowing that Mo Bule was trying to perfuse him with words, he felt depressed for a while, but he couldn't lose his temper, so he had to put This stubble was thrown aside and started to talk about business.