Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

The most southern part of the world is a sea, and there is a fairy mountain on the sea, and on the fairy mountain stands the first sect in the 27 realms, Yingtianzong.

A fairy stepped up the stone steps, and the surrounding clouds and mists receded because of his arrival.

The stone steps seem ordinary, but what if it is suspended thousands of miles above the sky?

Seen from a distance, the stone steps are like a thin line, which seems to grow out of nowhere in the air and grow towards the sky until it reaches the fairy palace that is as high as the sky.

The stone ladder looks very small to the vast sky, and the fairy on the ladder is more like a slow-moving ink dot.

The immortal named Fu Xuandao walked up step by step, without lifting his eyelids, he stared at the lines on the stone steps from beginning to end.

The surrounding clouds and fog gradually decreased, and the sides of the stone steps were no longer high in the sky, but there was more soil, and some small flowers and plants grew on the soil.

Fuxuan Dao's aura is even more restrained, and he seems to be no different from ordinary people with Dongzhen cultivation.

He continued to walk up, and the surrounding soil became more and more dense, and the aura became more and more intense.

The sound of the water was getting louder, the breeze was blowing, he heard the sound of leaves, a few petals fell under his feet, and he walked around the petals without stepping on them.

It has been nearly ten thousand years, not to mention the falling flowers in the fairy palace, even a speck of dust cannot be moved by him.

Just as he continued to go up, the movement nearby made him stop.

He turned his head and glanced at that place, and his eyebrows twitched just by looking at it.

Only ten feet away from him, it was originally a purple flower bush.But how can there be mortal flowers in the fairy palace?The same is true for the purple flower, its real name is Biehanhua, and it grows once every thousand years, and it is taken by its alchemy, and it has not been afraid of all fires in the world since then.

Such a precious thing was originally in full bloom, but at this moment it was completely overwhelmed.

Lying in the red dress, a pair of snow-white legs stretched out lazily on the flowers, and the purple flower juice was smudged on the legs.

Fu Xuandao stayed where he was, his head was buzzing, and he fell into silence.

The young man lay down for a while, probably feeling uncomfortable, so he sat up while supporting his waist.Not surprisingly, when he looked up, he saw the immortal standing not far away.

The young man's eyes lit up visibly, he stood up hastily, and stepped on the rare flowers in the world around him again.

Fu Xuandao's heart twitched, feeling the slightest dull pain.

The young man's eyes were full of freshness. When he rushed over, he also noticed the cultivation of the immortal.

The young man's cultivation base is low, although he can't guess the realm of the immortal, but just by feeling, he can also judge that the other party should be a great power in the world.

So as soon as he came in front of Fu Xuandao, he bowed slightly.

Fu Xuandao supported him, he looked down at the young man, stared at the untwisted soft hair, and said: "You... are you a little Taoist boy who just came here?"

"Ah?" The young man blinked, looking a little confused.

Fu Xuandao sighed softly, let go of his hand and walked back to the stone steps.

Before leaving, he glanced at the young man again, "The head of the sect doesn't like people with disheveled hair and doesn't respect the rules."

As he spoke, he looked down at the young man's red clothes, "The disciples of the Yingtian Sect mainly wear black."

He has reminded so far that what will happen in the future depends entirely on the understanding of this little Taoist boy.

He stepped on the stone steps, the tail of his black clothes swayed, layers of clouds and mist dispersed, and when he approached the fairy palace, he looked back again.

Xiao Daotong finally stopped stepping on the flowers, he pondered for a while, then rolled up his trouser legs and went down to Xiaoshuitan to fish.

Fu Xuan said: ...

Well, there is no help.

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Outside the gate of the main hall, Fu Xuandao looked at the cold jade slab under his feet, adjusted his clothes, and then saluted.

"Fu Xuandao, a disciple of the sixteenth generation, pays homage to the master."

His vision gradually descended, getting closer and closer to the ground.However, the gate of the palace is gradually being raised, and the whole hall is like a mountain that cannot be seen from the top.

The cold air wandered around, Fu Xuandao found it difficult to breathe, as if the spiritual energy had been sucked away.

He glanced forward at the gate of the palace, and his eyes gradually turned black, as if he saw a towering giant.

Time seemed to not exist in the world, maybe it was a moment, maybe a hundred years, he finally heard the voice.

"Come in."

Fu Xuandao closed his eyes, his heartbeat gradually subsided, he pushed the door and walked in.

The hall was dark and empty, and he followed every step with the utmost respect.

When he walked to the futon in front of the bead curtain, he saluted first, then knelt down and cupped his hands.

"I will see you ten years from now. I don't know how the master is doing well?"

"It's good." There was no ups and downs in the voice, and no age could be discerned.But when he opened his mouth, Fu Xuandao felt the vicissitudes of the sea and the vast avenues, as if a ray of light entered his heart directly from his eyes.

"The disciple has been taught." Fu Xuandao bent down again.

The sound of tea making came from behind the bead curtain, the water mist curled up, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.As soon as Fu Xuandao smelled it, he knew it was a peerless tea.Even with his level of cultivation, one sip can still raise one realm.

The person behind the curtain made one cup, another cup, and then stopped after five cups in a row. The fragrance of tea filled the whole hall.

Fu Xuandao's demeanor was restrained. For thousands of years, the little Taoist boy next to the master usually made tea, and the master rarely did it, but now...

There are usually only one or two people around the master, and now there is no Dao boy beside the master, presumably there is only the little Dao boy in red that he met on the road left in the entire fairy palace.

Now it was time to make tea, but the only Xiaodao boy went out to play.

Fu Xuandao was a little helpless.

Thinking of this important matter, Fu Xuandao bowed his head and respectfully said: "Master, in another year, it will be the 27th Realm Disciple Competition. Chengzhou is the youngest sect of our sect, he is very talented, he should win glory for our sect."

"good."

Fu Xuandao nodded, rubbed the futon under his legs with his fingertips, thought for a moment, then slightly raised his head and said: "Five days ago, the master of the Eastern Middle Lower Realm sensed the arrival of the master and was very frightened, so he came to Yingtianzong to ask his disciples to inquire for him. Grandmaster, forgive him for offending him. If it is Grandmaster, the Lord of the Lower Realm in the East will do his best to relieve his worries."

The hand behind the curtain making tea returned to normal after a slight pause, and his tone was very calm.

"I have found my long-lost treasure."

Fu Xuandao stopped, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Even if it is the treasure master of the Manxian Palace, it is regarded as a weed. If it is a treasure, what kind of giant treasure is this?

He was about to ask tentatively, but suddenly heard a rush of footsteps.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and they broke into the hall before asking for a meeting.

The visitor did not wear shoes, leaving footprints on the clean dark slate with wet soles.His trouser legs were wet, dripping water all over the floor.

Seeing Fu Xuandao, he was surprised and said: "The immortal is here?"

Fu Xuandao raised his head, all kinds of flower juices were still on the young man's face, he was struggling to hold a lively fish.

The fish struggled hard, the familiar scales made Fu Xuandao recognize at a glance that the fish had the blood of a dragon.

He muttered with his lips, and glanced at the bead curtain from the corner of his eye, his heart tightened, and the cold air "噗噐" penetrated into his brain.

He was a little collapsed, but the young man rushed directly into the bead curtain with the fish in his arms.

"How about eating fish today?"

Fu Xuan said: ...

His lips turned pale and he looked behind the curtain, and he saw the figure of the master.

At this moment, the man who was always serious and unsmiling rolled up his sleeves and picked up the fish in the young man's hand.

He looked at the fish for a while, then said: "When the fish is old, the fish will have more thorns."

Youth faded away.

Fu Xuan said: ...

The young man Wujingda took the answer and said: "I wanted to show off today, but I didn't expect..."

The man behind the curtain smiled, raised his hand to pick off the fallen leaves from the young man's head, and stroked the young man's head again.

Seeing that someone was there, the young man lowered his head and picked up the teacup on the table to hide his blushing.

If others heard the senior brother laughing, they must think it was comforting.It's just that he knows that the senior brother is really laughing at him.There is no other reason, it is nothing more than he just said "I want to show my hand"

He just doesn't know how to cook. He has never cooked it once since he was a child. Every meal is cooked by his brother. What's so funny? !

After playing wildly today, Xu Chaoqi was already thirsty.Seeing the tea poured on the table, he picked it up and drank it down.This is because the teacup is slightly smaller, and it is enough for him to drink four and a half cups in one go.

Fu Xuandao is not stupid, the just five cups of tea and the master's doting on the young man are enough to show that the young man's identity is not as simple as he thought.

only……

Fu Xuandao was a little dizzy, it has been ten thousand years, don't say that the master is so kind to people, even if it is a word, the master is unwilling to say more.

Why is everything in front of me unreal?

Perhaps he was possessed by a demon and hadn't come out of the illusion at this time.

Just when he was in a daze and couldn't stand upright, Master finally got his mind together and told him the truth.

"He is my senior brother."

junior?Who is it?

The master ancestor is a generation of disciples, and the master brothers are all from ten thousand years ago.Except for one famous person...

Fu Xuandao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he clenched his palms.He stood up and saluted, his voice was hoarse, and he asked respectfully: "But Master Xu?"

That person's surname is Xu, and only a few people in the world know him, and he is one of them.

Hearing this, the young man turned his head to look at him through the bead curtain, his eyes were full of surprise, "How do you know my surname is Xu? Hey, I have become a master?"

The other party still had a youthful demeanor, as if ten thousand years had never passed away.But Fu Xuandao knew that the legendary Master Xu had been dead for thousands of years.

He knew that there was a mystery hidden in it, and after talking with the two of them, he got the master's consent, and he left.

Fu Xuandao walked out of the main hall, the sky outside the hall was getting dark, and the word "treasure" that the master said echoed in his ears.

It is self-evident what the treasure is.

"It's a treasure..." He lowered his head and murmured silently.

Everything over the past few years alternated light and dark in his mind, and countless scenes flashed across.

The immortal holds the long sword, beheads thousands of immortals, and destroys mountains and rivers.

27 Landlord knelt down and confessed, "I shouldn't...shouldn't touch his ashes..."

What responded to him was frustration and ashes, and his soul was scattered.

Since then, these 27 situations have changed hands.Even though the Immortal is still the head of the Yingtian Sect, the 27th Realm has become a vassal to him.

For nearly ten thousand years, no one dared to mention the word "Xu", otherwise... otherwise, that person would not know anything.