Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Que Xianming came to rescue his friend and ran away. He was already prepared to be detected by the strong Hanshan, so he cut off his tail to survive and escaped for three thousand miles. Unexpectedly, the journey went smoothly, and he was about to retreat completely, but the gutter capsized... ...It really makes the demon head big.

Meng Xueli made a silent gesture, and stretched out her arms to help the Taoist boy on the ground.

Seeing his calm expression, Que Xianming thought that he was determined to kill him, and thought that this boy was also unlucky.

Meng Xueli sent her true energy away, Liu Xiaohuai woke up leisurely, her eyes were blank for a moment, then suddenly raised her finger to Que Xianming:

"Elder Meng! I'm the real Xiaohuai! He's a ghost, no, he's just pretending! You thief dare to act wildly in the cold mountain and deceive the elder!" The boy jumped up, trembling with fear, his face pale, But he stopped Meng Xueli behind him, "Elder, don't be afraid! I'm going to summon the deacon hall, no, I'm going to summon the real master to come and kill demons..."

After finishing speaking, he slapped the storage bag and took out a mahogany sword.

The most powerful person he has ever seen in his life, that is, the head deacon in charge of the deacon hall, who knows how to contact the head, talks nonsense in desperation, hoping to scare away the evil people.

Seeing this, Que Xianming became playful, stretched out two fingers to pick up the trembling sword body, exerted a little force, and with a 'click' sound, he threw half of the wooden sword down the plank road and fell into the abyss of the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Liu Xiaohuai froze for a moment, broke down and cried, "Elder Meng, run away!"

Que Xianming looked at Meng Xueli, shocked and speechless, and thought to himself what a 'weak, weak and harmless' image you have been in Hanshan all these years.

A seven-year-old child was also deceived by you, so shameless!

Meng Xueli glared at him, touched her nose in embarrassment, and leaned over to coax Tong Tong: "Xiao Huai, he's my friend, he was just playing with you just now. He deliberately pretended to be you to scare you here, I'm sorry , I will apologize to you on his behalf. I will make another sword for you tomorrow, a better one..."

Que Xian clearly showed his original appearance, and he didn't understand what was going on now. He only heard Meng Xueli's tone softly: "My Taoist couple had a big funeral, and my friend worried that I would worry too much, so I went up the mountain to visit. It's a pity that I came here at an unfortunate time. I was going to the ancestral hall , you can entertain the guests for me, take him back to the peak and sit for a while, and wait for me to come back, okay?"

Daotong held back his tears, wiped his face indiscriminately, his face turned from white to red, and bowed to Que Xianming: "I'm sorry. Senior, please follow me."

Liu Xiaohuai only felt that he had lost face to Changchun Peak. The guest was just joking to make Elder Meng happy, but he overreacted, as if he had never seen the world.Elder Meng has a really good temper, instead of scolding him for his lack of manners, he comforted him instead.

Que Xianming frowned, and signaled Meng Xueli with his eyes: This is also okay?

You don't need to kill people, you don't need to run for your life, you don't need to disturb the Cold Mountain Sword Formation, what will people believe if you just say what you say?The ruthless Hanshan Sword Sect is so easy to mess with?

Meng Xueli didn't look at him, but lovingly patted the top of Daotong's hair: "Go."

After thinking about it, Que Xianming realized that he was being stupid.Everyone in the world knows that Meng Xueli is very lucky to marry Jixiao, and she is most unwilling to make progress. Except for Jixiao who has no one to rely on, who would doubt his words?

When Que Xianming walked across the suspension bridge with Daotong and stepped into Changchun Peak, his breath was rich and clear. Seeing the mountains and forests full of spring, Qionglou Yuyu dotted them, the beauty was dizzying, and he couldn't help asking: "Your Elder Meng, usually Do something?"

Daotong replied respectfully: "The elder is indifferent and likes to be close to flowers and plants. He personally planted the golden peach blossoms in the peak. He often drinks under the flowers and reads scriptures, coughs, and Taoist scriptures. The elder also raises three broccoli. Carp, a nest of money mice..."

Que Xianming thought to himself, no wonder Meng Xueli was reluctant to return home, Jixiao is really a master, creating a fairyland among the snow-capped mountains is even better than nature's workmanship.

Whoever is supported so delicately, even if he is given a demon king for nothing, he will not do it!

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"Elder Meng hasn't arrived yet?" Han Shan's head summoned the deacon and asked in a low voice.

The deacon: "I have already sent someone to invite you."

In the square outside the ancestral hall, more than a thousand elite disciples of the inner sect had finished reciting the Taoist scriptures, and it was the turn of the guests in the ancestral hall to offer their condolences one by one.

The deacon is a little worried. Elder Meng is young and shallow, and he is easy to show timidity in the face of big scenes.But he is the only relative of Daoist Ji Xiao, so there is no reason not to come to offer incense.Just hope nothing goes wrong.

"Elder Meng is here—" While speaking, a young deacon announced loudly.

After Meng Xueli dealt with the troubles on the mountain road, she rushed all the way, her hair was slightly messed up, her breathing was unstable, and she really had the pitiful appearance of "a great mourning for a Taoist couple, and a lost soul for a survivor".

The Hanshan Ancestral Hall is a tall and wide palace, filled with green smoke and dimly lit candles.

At the end of the ancestral hall, the entire wall is covered with memorial tablets, like a majestic pagoda with layers of layers, leading directly to the top of the hall, those names overlook the crowd in the fireworks.

When Meng Xueli stepped over the threshold, more than a hundred eyes fell on him.He didn't know where to go, and was stunned for a moment.

The head, the masters of each peak, and the elders are separated on both sides of the ancestral hall, and they are the masters.

In the hall, the positions of each sect are distinct, and although they are dressed in different clothes, they are not messy at all, they are guests.

Only he seemed to be going the wrong way, half host and half guest, being stared at without embarrassment.

Meng Xueli didn't feel embarrassed, and was just about to say hello to everyone.I have been isolated from the world for three years, and now I have the desire to communicate with everyone I see.

"Xueli, you are here, sorry."

The crowd made way for the passage, and an old man in white robes with a clear face and a hale and hearty face walked towards him.

Meng Xueli nodded in return: "The real master."

The other peak masters looked at each other, stepped forward to salute him, and led him in.Here and now, in front of outsiders, he is Ji Xiao's face.

Meng Xueli came just in time, the guests had already finished their condolences, and the ceremony was drawing to a close.Representatives from various sects came here from Wanliyuan, not only to offer incense sticks, but also to discuss many issues with the Hanshan Sword Sect.

Seeing that everything was in order and ready to ask questions, Han Shan's strong men went to the door one after another to meet a young master in fine clothes.

The young master was wearing a snow-blue brocade robe, a silver cloak with a hood, and held a delicate hand stove in his arms.The white fur trim of the cloak set off his jade complexion, delicate eyebrows and eyes.

As he approached, the dark and solemn ancestral hall seemed to be illuminated by a beam of snow light, and suddenly brightened for a moment.

The venue was still silent, and many people were chatting privately via voice transmission.

"What a majestic pomp, what kind of elder is this?"

"He is Daoist Jixiao's Taoist partner. According to his seniority, he is indeed of the same generation as the head of Hanshan. He is also a generation higher than us."

"It turned out to be him, Meng Xueli. I heard that he only introduced qi into his body three years ago, and now... he's not bad, he has completed the qi refining."

"Where is it good? With Daoist Jixiao here, and the elixir of elixir is being poured in every day, it's time for mortals to refine their qi."

"Let's say a few words less, he is also a poor man now."

Meng Xueli is an outlier in the practice world, he doesn't have to practice desperately to prove his worth to the sect, and he doesn't have to fight for resources with others.The Taoist couple share luck, and Ji Xiao has his own means to prolong his life, and maybe he can take him to the ascension in the future.

His existence makes 'God rewards those who work hard' like a joke.

After the joint membership ceremony, when people talked about him, most of them would say: "Beauty is beauty, but it's a pity..."

It's a pity it's a vulgar thing.Compared with the tall and handsome Ji Xiao, Meng Xueli's appearance is unbearably vulgar.Due to the power of Master Jixiao, he said half of the sentence, and the second half was tacit.

Others plant pines, cypresses and emerald bamboos in their caves, which are tall and straight, while Meng Xueli grows vulgar golden peach blossoms.Others raised cranes and blue birds in other people's peaks, while Meng Xueli raised koi, saying it was a transfer of luck, and raising money rats, saying it was for money.He alone has lowered the entire Hanshan realm.

But when people talk about him now, there is no envy, hatred or jealousy in the past, only pity, sigh, gloating and other complex emotions, as if the future will surely witness his tragic end.