Jiuhua Xianzong

"Brother Ming, you're back!"

In front of the mountain gate, two sweeping boys greeted him with joy, but when they saw Mo Bule, their eyes were full of scrutiny.

"This is a big..."

Mingjing's introduction was interrupted by Mo Bule, who smiled and stuffed a handful of green jade dates into each of the two sweeping boys, and introduced himself: "I am Mo Bule... Hello, two juniors, this is the first time we meet, come, let's eat." A fruit..."

Qingyu jujube is of course more expensive than lotus seeds, and he would be more respectful to his junior brother than to that Su Liuxian.In fact, he has no prejudice against Su Liuxian, the fault is that Su Liuxian shouldn't face his innocence and venomous tongue in front of him, and even brought disrespect to his master. He couldn't be happy to be a proud phoenix, and he couldn't learn how to behave like a crab. An old hen, born to protect the calf, has nothing to do with cultivation or status, even if the land real fairy bullies Mingjing and mocks Master in front of him, he dares to spit it out.

The two sweeping boys were holding green jade jujubes in a daze, Mo Bule waved his hands, and dragged Mingjing up the mountain, and when they met people along the way, they would use spiritual fruits to clear the way, either phoenix grain fruit or green jade jujube, even century-old snow lotus seeds would be embarrassed He took out his hand, and even regretted that there were too few Tianxiang pulp and vermilion fruits stolen from Su Liuxian's hands, otherwise one would be enough for everyone to save face.

Walking up the mountainside in this way, an endless palace wall blocked the way up the mountain, leaving only two closed gates, with a plaque hanging on the gate, with three words written on it: Luoxia Palace.

From the mountainside to the top of the mountain, the whole half of the mountain is Luoxia Palace.

Master Cheng Baimei's site.

Mo Bule put away her smiling face, straightened her clothes, took a step forward, and earnestly knocked three times to the palace gate.

"Master, unworthy disciples are not happy, here we come."

Unknowingly, the eye circles turned red.

Mingjing frowned, knocked on the door knocker, and said, "Open the door!"

The gate of Luoxia Palace was never closed, because Jianxiu was fearless. He believed that it was definitely not the palace gate that Master asked to close. Obviously, someone made his own decision.

This makes Mingjing very dissatisfied.

The palace gate of Luoxia Palace opened as soon as it was called, making a dull sound.

"Keng!"

The sound of countless long swords being unsheathed gathered in one place, like thunder in the clear sky, deafening.

Mo Bu Le let out a muffled snort, his cultivation base was too low, and the sound of the sword was like thunder, which instantly hurt his ear orifices and caused the blood in his chest to surge, but the next moment, the foreign true energy hidden in the dantian was automatically activated again , silently smoothed out the churning breath in his body, and repaired his injured ear holes.

A climbing step winds straight into the sky. Thousands of swordsmen stand along the step, tall and straight, with a cold face. Flying swords stand upside down on the stone steps, with the tip of the blade facing upwards, forming a cold and threatening way of swordsmanship.

Is this... an understatement?Mo Bule touched his nose, wanting to smile bitterly.Who said that Jianxiu's mind wouldn't turn around, these Luoxia Palace disciples clearly knew that his arrival would threaten Mingjing's status, and they gave Mingjing a head start.

In fact, this is something to be happy about. It proves that Mingjing has a high prestige in Luoxia Palace and is the best candidate for senior brother. Although his cultivation level is not the highest among these disciples, he must have the greatest potential. Everyone obeys him.

"What are you doing?" Mingjing shouted, unable to react for a moment.

"Sword cultivator of Luoxia Palace, welcome Brother Mo back to the clan."

The voice was very neat, floating among the stone steps, and there were echoes.

"Nonsense! Get the hell out of here."

Mingjing finally understood, her face was livid.Mo Bule was brought back by the master himself. They did this, obviously to welcome Mo Bule, but in fact to drive Mo Bule away. For those who are less courageous, who would dare to take this flickering way of the sword? Be careful not to cut off the entire sole of the foot.

The sword cultivators fell silent, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and the sword path was still shining coldly.

Mo Bule couldn't help but sigh, he just wanted to meet Master, why is it so difficult?

"Brother, it's okay."

Patting Mingjing on the shoulder, his face was resolute and unyielding, with awe-inspiring righteousness, he took a deep breath, and walked forward, like a dragon walking like a tiger, with extraordinary bearing.

The sword cultivators' eyes were burning, and they had no fear when they saw Mo Bule. For a while, everyone changed their minds about this fellow who suddenly appeared. He is not so soft-boned. After all, he is the disciple of the Palace Master, and he still has some backbone .

"puff……"

Seeing that Mo Bule was about to step on the sword path, suddenly his face turned pale, and he pressed his chest with one hand, spurting a mouthful of bright red blood, shaking his body twice, and was about to fall headfirst on the sword path.

"Senior brother..." Mingjing was terrified, and supported him.

"Cough... Brother is useless, the sword sound was too loud just now, it shook, hurt my meridians..." Mo Bule felt weak and struggled to get up, "No, it's okay... I can still hold on... Today, no matter what , have to pay homage to Master..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll carry you up." Mingjing carried him on his shoulders, and glared at the sword cultivators, "Are you satisfied?"

He flew away with his sword, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The sword cultivators looked at each other, how could this happen?This fellow from the same sect who appeared suddenly, his cultivation base is too low, he can't bear even a sword cry?

"Wait, why is the blood on the ground so fragrant?"

"It smells so good... No, it seems to be the juice of Tianxiang vermillion fruit..."

"..."

What kind of people are these? It's too fucking shameless and insidious to get away with this kind of tasteless method.

The upright and upright sword cultivators looked angry. They were played like fools, and they made Mingjing so angry.

The new fellow from the same door is really a thief.

The top of the mountain is already in sight, under the bright sun, a magnificent hall is located on the top of the mountain, with vermilion walls and green tiles, radiant and colorful, reflecting the clouds and clouds in the sky.A few snow-white and graceful Benlei Cranes land on the top of the eaves, resting or combing their feathers, calm and natural.

"This is the main hall, and the master is always here... Senior brother, hold on a little longer..." Mingjing was in a state of anxiety. Others suffered internal injuries and could just take any pills, but Mo Bule couldn't touch any pills and could only rely on meditation to heal his injuries .

"Oh, it's here?" Mo Bule cheered up, and poked Ming Jing's back, "Let me down."

The voice was full of anger, there was no sign of injury or weakness at all, Mingjing was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, and said angrily, "You lied to me!"

As he said that, he was about to throw Mo Bule off his back, but Mo Bule saw the opportunity early and jumped off his back, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Junior Brother, for sending me up the mountain."

bright and clean:"……"

His intestines are full of remorse, he said earlier that if he helps Mo Bule to get ahead, he will be a pig, the words are still in his ears, but he doesn't remember the lesson, and he is a pig again.

"Master is in the hall, you go in by yourself."

He turned around bitterly, afraid that if he looked at Mo Bule's smiling face one more time, he would act disrespectful to his senior brother.

Mo Bule had long known his hard-spoken and soft-hearted temper, well, it was exactly the same as his master, and he really wasn't a family member, so he wouldn't enter a family.He straightened his clothes again with a smile on his face, and then stepped into the main hall.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!