Zhijun Xiangu

Celebration

Time passed, two years later, Le Xuanying was 17 years old.

Even Yuan Hang, looking at his only little apprentice, has to admit that Le Xuanying has talent and hard work far surpassing her back then.His strength has long been far ahead of his peers of the same age. Even in the competition with the No. 1 senior brother Yuyang among the disciples of Tianyin Palace, he has won several games, and he has not lost in the competition with his disciples for a long time.

No one in the world knows the young man named Yu Lin, but this can't help but make Yuan Hang worry.

He deeply knows that sometimes the door of a half-immortal can be opened even without cultivating to the bottleneck of a human being. When the opportunity comes, the fate will change, and the most difficult thing to understand is the heart of heaven and earth. I am the best example.

Yuan Hang has been observing the "karma" involved in Le Xuanying, and it has not weakened and dissipated for so many years, but it has become more and more chaotic.

I'm afraid I won't be able to figure it out...

The age of 17 is the most glamorous age for a teenager, but Yu Yang has been stuck in a bottleneck in recent years, and he began to focus on cultivation, so he gave most of the tasks of looking after his juniors and younger sisters to Le Xuanying.

But Yu Yang probably didn't expect that his actions would hurt the birds and beasts on Kunlun Mountain.

"Catch it, catch it!"

Hearing the shouts, all the teenagers wandering around the back mountain gathered together, and saw a very small "spirit-binding formation" arranged on the ground, and something was locked in the formation. After careful inspection, it was not a ghost.

Le Xuanying said: "A rabbit?"

The disciple standing next to the spirit-binding array nodded: "Our first trophy, we can have extra meals tonight!"

Everyone echoed, and one of them put Le Xuanying on the shoulder and said, "Little uncle, you really deserve it! We used the formation and sword skills we learned to catch animals in the back mountain. We didn't waste time, and we had fun!"

"Hey, little uncle, I always saw that you have been practicing in the past, but you turned out to be so good at playing with these things. Did you also practice like this?"

Everyone laughed together, and the disciples at the side grabbed the rabbit and said, "You might as well roast it here!"

Le Xuanying said: "That's okay, who of you will handle it?"

Everyone: "..."

Looking at everyone who was suddenly silent, Le Xuanying said: "No way, none of us can handle rabbits?"

"Little uncle, I only know how to fight monsters, and most of the monsters are expelled instead of killed..."

"We haven't reached the age where senior brothers and uncles can go up to the living room and down to the kitchen."

"Speaking of which, I really admire my seniors. How did you practice it? You can do everything..."

Everyone looked at each other, Le Xuanying took the rabbit and said helplessly: "Well, it seems that you have escaped for the time being."

A group of teenagers scattered in all directions again, looking at the "trap" elsewhere in a noisy group. The disciple who spotted the rabbit just now followed Le Xuanying. Le Xuanying glanced at him and said, "What's wrong with your clothes?" Broken? Was it scratched by a branch just now?"

"Hey? Where is it?" The disciple hurried to look, only to find that there was a hole in the sleeve at some point, and he wailed, "Really, I'm going to trouble my uncle again!"

Le Xuanying also sighed: "I always feel that we will never reach the time when we can become like the brothers and the others."

The disciple rolled up his sleeves, gave a nod of approval, and said, "We've been out for a while, and senior sister and the others haven't come to find anyone yet. It seems that they are really busy."

Le Xuanying said: "The Kunlun Festival, which is held once in a hundred years, cannot be sloppy."

Every 100 years, Tianyin Palace will hold a grand ceremony to worship the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth and the ancestors of Tianyin, called the Kunlun Festival. On that day, all the disciples of Tianyin Palace who are away will return to Kunlun Mountain, especially those who have even disappeared For the unborn Tianyin elders, although the Kunlun Festival is large in scale, they do not invite outsiders. For Tianyin Palace, it is their own ceremony that is as important as the first day of the world.

This level of importance is very serious, and the young disciples like Le Xuanying and others who are likely to cause trouble become very troublesome, so Le Xuanying took them out sneaking out, which is probably acquiesced to a large extent...

To Le Xuanying's surprise, the next day, Yuanhang personally handed over the guard task on the day of the Kunlun Festival to him.

"It's about time," Yuan Hangdao said, "You are the real head of Tianyin in the future. Sooner or later, the world will know the name of real Yulin. It's a lot of experience, but don't rush to run in person, it will delay Something else."

Le Xuanying was a little nervous: "Yes, Master!"

Yuan Hang smiled and said, "A Lin, grow up quickly."

One month later, the day of the Kunlun Festival.

"You don't need to go back and report this crack, I'll just fix it." Le Xuanying stopped the disciple who was a little nervous, and he squatted down to examine the arm-long crack on the mountain guard formation.

Kunlun's mountain protection array will only be displayed when it is under attack, and it is always open but cannot be seen at ordinary times. The improvement of the mountain protection array has always been a problem in the fairy gate, because they have been opened for many years just in case. This will easily lead to uneven distribution of spiritual power in normal times. Occasionally, places with weak spiritual power will be damaged by beasts in the mountains. The damaged places will not be large, but repairing the cracks also requires disciples who participated in the opening of the mountain protection formation. Can be a lot of trouble.

Le Xuanying took out a piece of talisman paper from the Qiankun bag and pasted it on, and made seals with both hands. The talisman paper and spiritual power echoed with a blue light, and after a while, the talisman paper gradually merged into the mountain protection formation, completely repairing the cracks .

The whole process only takes a few breaths.

"Little uncle, you are amazing, how did you do it, I have never seen that spell before!"

Le Xuanying said: "It's my own thought, it's not too difficult, it's just a little change based on the achievements of the ancestors."

"That's amazing, now there is a shortage of people like you who are willing to study carefully."

"No way, who made it possible to delay my own cultivation, the cultivation world still lacks talents..."

Le Xuanying said: "I've been thinking about this problem too, I just have some thoughts, so I do what I can, but if I can produce some more spiritual weapons that can help the fairy gate eradicate evil spirits, I think it will be a lot easier, even Civilians benefit."

Suddenly a long trumpet sounded in the distance, and the sound shook the mountains and forests, which made people feel a sense of openness.

"It's time to ring your heart, it's about to start." Le Xuanying said, "Let's go."

Before he finished speaking, the Xinghui sword behind him suddenly moved twice without warning.

The canopy of the tree a hundred paces away trembled, whether it was blown by the wind or there were birds moving inside, it was a trivial matter, but Le Xuanying suddenly gave a jolt. He took the bow of the disciple beside him and drew a bow from behind him. Take an arrow and shoot with a bow.

The bowstring was still trembling, and a big bird hit by an arrow fell from the tree.

"It's a raven!" Everyone ran over to check, and one of them pointed to the big black bird and said, "But I've never seen a raven in Kunlun Mountains. Where did it come from?"

"Didn't it mean that many ravens have been tamed by the demons? Isn't this an ominous omen..."

Le Xuanying tapped the little disciple on the head: "Bah, bah, it's unlucky, what are you talking about!" He said to the crowd again: "It's okay, go back, go back to participate in the ceremony."

Everyone cheered and walked back, Le Xuanying was the last one, and involuntarily looked back at the raven.

He thought to himself: "I have to think about talking to Master."

No one knew that shortly after everyone left, the raven that was supposed to die suddenly disappeared.

At the gate of Tianyin Palace in Kunlun Mountain, several disciples guarding the gate looked at each other, and looked at the group of Xuanjia soldiers who suddenly appeared with vigilance. One of them stepped forward and raised his sword to stop their footsteps: "Sorry, everyone! , Tianyin does not accept any visitors today, everyone please come back."

The Xuanjia soldier in the lead said behind the visor: "Tianyin Palace is the head of the fairy sect. It is an example in the fairy world. You can't make any mistakes, so you won't kill mortals, right?" sound.

The disciple holding the sword frowned, and said coldly: "Please leave! Don't say anything strange, we..."

His words stopped abruptly, and the disciple looked strangely at the chest that was suddenly in severe pain, and found that there was an arrow with quivering tail feathers inserted into it, the arrow had completely sunk into the chest, and the red color came out.

Several disciples fell down almost at the same time. The soldiers behind the leader put away the guns hidden in the dark, and the person behind the leader general glanced at the disciples and said, "General, they are not dead. Cold arrows and anesthetics are the only way to kill them." It can't kill the disciples of Xianmen."

This emphasis is a bit strange, the leading general didn't even look at him, and said coldly: "They are not the people I'm looking for, and don't talk to me in that kind of yin and yang tone!"

"Yes..." The man withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "General Shang."

The scorching sun is in the sky, the sky is clear for thousands of miles, and the Kunlun Mountains are magnificent for hundreds of miles.The Wanglan Terrace inside the gate is connected to the front of the Zhuguang Hall of Tianyin Palace, which occupies a very large area. At this moment, all the elders and immortal masters of Tianyin Palace are working on the Wanglan Terrace. Going down, there is a sea of ​​white people, all of whom are white Taoist robes of Tianyin Palace.

However, at this moment, Yuan Hang, who was sitting with his sword on, was staring at the entrance of Wanglan Terrace in the distance. Not only him, but everyone's eyes on and off the stage were attracted.

All because of that group of Xuanjia soldiers.

Numerous disciples had surrounded them with their swords, but because they were not sure what these people were here for, they didn't make a move. They stalemate for a while, and retreated to the crowded Wanglan Terrace. No one takes a step back.

The Xuanjia soldiers walked forward facing the sword as if they didn't see the blades.Yu Yang pushed aside the crowd and came here, clapped his hand on the shoulder of a junior, and said to the soldiers in a deep voice: "Everyone, the rule of the Immortal Gate not to hurt mortals is not an excuse for you to make progress, quickly explain why you are here! And why did you hurt me?" Doorman?!"

As soon as the words fell, the spiritual power in his body surged, and he suddenly pressed towards the soldiers.They finally stopped in their tracks, and the faces behind their visors were so ugly that they immediately saw the difference between immortal cultivators and mortals, like heaven and earth.

The disciples who surrounded them changed their steps and directly set up the formation to fix them in the formation.

The leading general stretched out his hand slowly, and took off the visor on his face, revealing a young face, with a bit of hostility in his handsome face, the young general raised his voice, "Reverend Yuanhang, Xia Shangchen, come to ask for a thing you owe him on behalf of a person."

Everyone frowned at this ignorant young man. On the Wanglan stage, a grumpy elder snorted coldly: "Yuan Hang, what are you waiting for? Drive them down the mountain. How can the Kunlun Festival allow them to talk nonsense?" language!"

"Master, wait a moment." Yuan Hang stood up with his hands behind his back expressionlessly, looking at the young man from afar, "Tell me, what do I owe?"

No need to raise his voice, the voice spread throughout the mountain with spiritual power, Shang Chen was shocked by Yuan Hang's strong internal force, gritted his teeth and said, "You owe him... your life!"

The person behind Shang Chen disappeared in an instant, and the mysterious armor fell off and fell on the spot with a "bump".All the elders stared at the man who suddenly appeared on the stage. The man grinned grinningly, and his expression remained unchanged even though he was instantly locked in by several extremely tyrannical auras. See you, how are you?"

Yuan Hang's expression changed suddenly: "You?" His right hand trembled twice.

"Uncle, I failed two years ago. Now, let me say it again." The man said, "You have been so prosperous for so many years, now you owe me and my father the life, you should pay it back!"

The devilish energy from the man suddenly gushed out, and it was almost as powerful as the fairy energy for a moment.The elder shouted: "Boy, not only did you dare to come to Tianyin to make trouble and talk nonsense, but you even dared to attract demons into your body! Why, are mortals so impatient that they come to Tianyin to commit suicide?!"

"Kill me? Uncle Yuan Hang, take care. To this day, I owe everything to you!" the man said, "Of course you can kill me, and then our family of three can go to hell to reunite completely. My good master, you keep saying that you don’t hurt ordinary people, why don’t you remember when I was a ‘human’ two years ago?! A bunch of…”

Yuan Hang took a step forward, swung his sword, and Jue Guang returned to its sheath, the man in front of him felt a cold in his throat, he belatedly went to cover the blood gushing throat, and looked at Yuan Hang in disbelief , and then fell powerlessly to the ground.

Yuan Hang looked at the corpse on the ground coldly, and said, "The demon race."

Following his words, a purple-black shadow suddenly appeared from the fallen body, and the shadow flew up into the sky the moment it appeared, as if afraid of Yuan Hang and others, and flew straight to the edge of the mountain guard formation .

The sound of drawing swords on and off the stage suddenly resounded, and the cold light of the sword dazzled people's eyes.

The demon who appeared in his original body actually had a face that was almost the same as that of a human. He clapped his hands and said with a sneer, "Master Yuanhang, you are so decisive."

Yuan Dingdao: "Anyone who wants to hurt my Tianyin Palace is my enemy."

"Tsk, if I had known you were so cold-blooded, I wouldn't have worked so hard to steal the corpse." He stroked the scar on his left eye, "Yuanhang! It's been 100 years, I've been waiting for this day for 100 years!"

Jueguang unsheathed again: "Mozun... Shuo Liang!"

The plan was disrupted, looking at Shuo Liang who revealed his identity too early, Shang Chen cursed in a low voice: "That idiot! Is this the result of thinking for 100 years?"

"Business dust?!"

Hearing this shout, Shang Chen froze, and slowly turned around to look.