Jiuhua Xianzong

"Very moody..."

Climbing up a peach tree, Mo Bule listened to Mingjing directing and arranging the inspection routes for each group of sword cultivators for tomorrow, while enjoying the fluttering fireflies dancing among the peach blossoms, the night wind blowing gently, and the flowers falling colorfully, accompanied by the fluttering fireflies, Really beautiful scenery.

This peach grove is blessed by formations, the flowers bloom all the year round, and the wind never fades away. It is simply the most beautiful scenery in the hearts of the world. .

The bright and clean temperament is the most arrogant and indifferent, why did he transplant such a bright and colorful peach forest in his own cave that is invincible in all seasons and fireflies will last forever?In fact, the [-]-mile snow-capped mountains surrounded by a icy lake in the Raging Fire Building are more in line with Mingjing's preferences.Don't use sword practice as an excuse, just light thousands of incense sticks in any forest, and the little sparks in the night can also be like fireflies, why bother so much?

I always feel that I am a bit out of place, or have I neglected something, and have not noticed the other side of the clear and hidden?That's right, his clear heart is actually not as cold and arrogant as his appearance, and sometimes he is quite soft.

"Eldest brother... what are you doing?"

Just when Mo Bule was engrossed in his thoughts, a clear voice rang coldly in his ears.

"Eh...huh?"

Couldn't be happier, only then did he realize that following Mingjing's questioning, the eyes of thousands of sword cultivators also fell on him at the same time, scorching like electricity, fierce like a wind knife, piercing the skin of his whole body almost Goosebumps.

"Cough...Hello everyone...Long time no see, you are very energetic..."

He sat awkwardly on the peach tree, waved to the sword cultivators, and suddenly gained confidence, um... It feels good to be condescending, although the sword cultivators are all higher than him, but the seat where he sat The sword cultivators are all tall, so this is considered even.

"Eldest brother, you are also very energetic." Mingjing twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to run away, where did you get the confidence to laugh so nonchalantly, even confidently, in front of everyone, as if he was doing nothing like this , It is only right and proper to throw all the responsibility of the first disciple on the shoulders of the junior disciples.

If it wasn't for the fact that Mo Bule's whole body was filled with true energy, his energy was clear and his mind was concentrated, he had obviously entered the foundation building, and the retreat was not in vain, Ming Jing would really have drawn his sword without saying a word.

"Hehe...You guys continue, junior brother, I'll just take a look...listen...you just pretend that I'm not here." Mo Bule smiled, with a leisurely demeanor, and grabbed a Liuying to play with her fingertips, completely treating herself As a passerby, I made a bottle of soy sauce by the way.

Calm down... Calm down... The sky is pitch black, but my heart is like boiling water... Mingjing took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and then said expressionlessly: "Basically, the general arrangements for tomorrow have been made. It's been so long, what's your opinion?"

"Can I say that I actually didn't hear anything..." Mo Bule murmured, but looked at Mingjing approvingly, "Junior Brother's arrangement is very suitable for me."

Mingjing gritted his teeth, damn it, do you think he didn't hear the elder brother's muttering?Also, most of the sword repairers here can hear it, okay?

He felt completely hopeless towards this elder brother, waved his hand dejectedly, and said, "Everyone, brothers and sisters, let's go."

The sword cultivators looked at each other, stepped on their flying swords, and left one after another. Most of them ignored the elder brother of Luoxia Palace, and only a small number of them bowed slightly when they passed by Mo Bule. After saluting, well, these are people who pay great attention to etiquette.The only sword cultivator who sincerely saluted Mo Bule was probably Zhang Ping, who was one against six. Anyway, Mo Bule stepped forward, not only gave him a sigh of relief, but also won him a lot The good thing is that I have never found a chance to thank this elder brother, so this time my wish will be fulfilled.

Everyone was gone, so Mo Bule jumped down from the peach tree and said with a smile: "Junior brother, I have worked hard for you during this time."

As he said that, he gave a thank you gift in a vague way.

Mingjing turned her face away, snorted softly, and said, "It's good that senior brother knows." Finally, he has worked so hard for more than two months, and he can still thank him.

Mo Bule smiled again: "If there is anything I need to do, the younger brother can just tell me."

Mingjing snorted again, still turning her face away from him, she just said: "It's good that senior brother can leave the customs in time." What should be done has already been done, and it's too late to come here now.As long as Mo Bule can attend the grand ceremony tomorrow, and stay in the position of the head disciple of Luoxia Palace, until the ceremony is over, he will be thankful.

"Is there really no need for me to do anything?"

"Need not!"

"Then I'm leaving." Mo Bule patted her buttocks, turned around and walked away in a chic and comfortable manner.

Mingjing stared, stretched out her hand and scratched off a piece of bark from the peach tree beside her.Damn it, he already knew that the senior brother was here to make soy sauce. In fact, he didn't plan to help with anything from the beginning, did he?

"By the way... Junior Brother, do you have any extra swords, lend me one for use..." Mo Bule took two steps away, slapped his head, almost forgot the business, and then turned around again.

Mingjing grasped the bark, her expression was dull.

"Hey... Junior brother, it's fine, what are you doing peeling the bark? Sigh... Poor tree..."

When Dongfang vomited white, Mo Bule put on the black sword robe representing the identity of the disciple of the lord of Luoxia Palace, put on the waist plate representing the first disciple of Luoxia Palace, and put on the black iron sword that he got from Mingjing last night, consciously Yiyi was in high spirits, so he called Li Zhen, the boy who served the sword, and stepped on the flying sword...ah no, it was a crane. Although he had a sword, it was still a long time before he stepped on the flying sword. Only a long-term sword repair can have the ability to fly with a sword.

The inside and outside of Luoxia Palace had been cleaned spotlessly by the handyboys. The central door of the main hall was wide open, and Cheng Baimei was sitting at the head with straight eyebrows. There were rows of sword cultivators standing on both sides, all dressed in red sword robes, All of them are at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

"Disciple pays homage to master." Mo Bule stepped forward to pay respects.

Cheng Baimei swept his starry eyes lightly, nodded slightly, and said, "Get up."

"Master, the disciple has established the foundation." Mobu Le got up and stepped forward happily to show off his progress.

Cheng Baimei glanced at him again, and said: "It's not easy, more than 170 years ago was the early stage of foundation establishment, and now it is still the early stage of foundation establishment, even a pig, probably cultivated faster than you."

It's coming again... Could it be that Le's wilted in an instant, Master, can't we just expose the scars?

The sword cultivators in red sword robes looked at their noses and hearts, their shoulders trembled slightly, and it was hard to hold back a smile.

Forget it, the hero doesn't mention the bravery in the past, the hero doesn't care about the current decline, Mo Bule regained his energy and said: "Master, I have found a way to practice the Water and Fire Alchemy Jue, but I still need a suitable spiritual consciousness cultivation method... ..."

The so-called master is to let the apprentice take advantage of it when needed, and the so-called apprentice is to let the master speak harshly when needed, so when he is hurt, he enjoys it, because it means that he can also lick the master's ruthlessly Oil.

Cheng Baimei touched his body, took out a purple gold contribution card, threw it over, and said lightly: "I am a swordsman, and I only know the way of swordsmanship. If you need anything, go to the forest of Taoist steles to change it yourself."

Mo Bule suddenly smiled, this is too much, a purple gold contribution card is equivalent to a million contributions, if it is to do a task, it will take at least ten or eight years to save it, this is still a disciple of the Immortal Sect, don't worry There is preferential treatment, if it is replaced by those casual cultivators in Jiuhua Outer City, it will not last for 80 or [-] years, don't even think about it.

"Thank you Master!"

Happy to put away the Zijin Contribution Card, today is the day of the grand ceremony, it is not suitable to go to the Forest of Steles, wait until tomorrow.