The villain's guide to throwing blame

200 years ago, the Tongtian Road was cut off by a sword demon, the spiritual power gradually thinned out, the immortal way declined, and the practice almost came to an end.

The ascetics who suddenly encountered the biggest catastrophe on the road of practice, the only hope that can be obtained from the ancient books is vague, but it is to realize the Tao until the realm reaches the broken void, and only those who are attached to the heaven can solve this problem.

Therefore, although cultivation is slow nowadays, the lifespan of cultivators has not yet come to an end, and the immortal way has finally stabilized slowly, and all factions are still stepping up their efforts to search the mortal world for those with the best aptitude to enter the Tao. Meet such a savior.

A group of cultivators abandoned by the Dao of Heaven began to seek the misty luck given by the heavens, which is ridiculous and sad to say the least.

All the young talents in Central China are being told by their parents to cultivate, and they strive to win the favor of the gods someday. When saving a part of the world, they are usually idlers. The young master of the Feng family, the young master Feng Ling, was obviously one of the mudslides.

"I know that I'm a rotten tree, and I can't cultivate the great ability to control the wind and rain by cultivating left and right. It's better to let myself live a clear and carefree life by doing such blue sky daydreams." He fell back angrily.

Feng Changming blew his beard and stared, turned from a spiritual sword into a spiritual whip, and slapped his useless son fiercely, "Okay! Okay! What a living Xiaoyao understands! I can't beat you to death!"

The Feng family jumped up and down, and everyone watched helplessly as their young master was whipped up and down by the old patriarch.It was also due to the fact that Mr. Feng had been such an only son for a hundred years, so he was not beaten to death, only paralyzed.

And Feng Ling, who had been lying on the bed for half a month, didn't realize any ambitions from this beating at all, and lived a carefree life when his limbs became flexible.

To say that Young Master Feng really has no dreams is not entirely true.Ever since he quietly let the boy find a few erotic scripts in the mortal neighborhood when he was young, the eldest young master who grew up in the Feng family with strict discipline has seen a different direction in life. He was born with a golden spoon, but once The rich and powerful life that has never been experienced before made the eldest and young master yearn for it.

The unrestrained and frivolous posture in the sentence "riding on a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, full of red-sleeved moves" in Fanchen has written Feng Ling's youthful dream.

Immortal cultivators have always had little desire, so there is no place to have fun in places where ascetics gather.The itchy Young Master Feng went down to the mortal world full of pride and ambition to conquer the beauties, to personally experience the rumored warm and fragrant nephrite under the hibiscus tent.

At the right time, Feng Ling, who still had a tender face, ignored the age gap between himself and the protagonist in the story, and stepped into the gentle land he imagined.

The enthusiasm of wanting to be a romantic son was cooled by the rubbing of Wenxiang nephrite on his round cheeks.Only the wisp of smoke was left and returned home in despair, and finally died of no illness under the stick of the old Patriarch who came after hearing the news.

Young Master Feng, who struggled to no avail, was forced by his father to confine him in his own home, and he was stared at to practice martial arts and practice swords every day.

Under the training of the strict teacher, the rotten wood has also stripped a bit of golden jade inner quality.He was released by the merciful old Patriarch only after his cultivation base was finally not considered to be at the bottom of the group of young talents of the same generation.

Before he had time to take a few breaths of fresh air and smack a few books that are currently hot, Master Feng was taken away as a facade to the routine Immortal Dao Conference of Xuan disciples.

From Feng Ling's point of view, disciples of immortality have a common problem, as if they don't put on a calm and calm face when facing outsiders, they are not serious practitioners of Taoism.

This tasteless trend has been popular for thousands of years as soon as it became popular. Even the old man who was not a decent man in the past habitually pulled out a righteous and awe-inspiring face, and said pedantic and sour words , Young Master Feng felt that it was quite eye-catching.

Surrounded by wooden faces every day, Feng Ling, who has one ear to the other, just feels that life is worse than death.Young Master Feng, who is bound to get revenge, couldn't bear it anymore and began to provoke cats and dogs everywhere.For a while, the younger generation complained about Feng Ling.

Although most of the young people force themselves to be active and jump out of their temper, they don't care about anything when they are angry.But there are also real freaks who don't respond to Master Feng's tricks.

Master Yuechen of Shaolin Temple is the most unmoved among them.As if he blocked his senses, he was almost indifferent to Feng Ling's teasing.He only responded politely and distantly to Feng Ling's verbal teasing, and if he really got annoyed, he completely ignored the existence of Young Master Feng.

It was the first time he came across such a stubborn and hard slate, and Feng Ling felt that his long-extinguished dandy dream was rekindled and turned in a different direction.

……

Banhe felt that something was wrong with his young master recently.

The rain and fog on Jiuyun Po has never dispersed in recent days, as if the entire Jiutian Lake has been poured into the sky.Misty, silver lingering, the Nine Clouds covered in it is more like a fairyland.

The weather that was supposed to make Young Master Feng feel irritable did not affect him unexpectedly this time.Feng Ling's uncharacteristically cheerful appearance these past few days made the servants even more cautious in doing things, lest they make mistakes.

After all, a young master who is in a good mood on a rainy day is as rare as a frozen Nine Heavens Lake view in winter.

Every day, Banhe saw his young master humming a tune and getting up, eating and handling official business with slanted eyes, and occasionally went to the martial arts training ground to practice his hands and guide his disciples' cultivation, and even turned over at dusk Have a drink on the roof of the attic watching the rain.

Although the Feng family carved runes to avoid rain everywhere on the roof tiles, the rain could not reach Feng Ling's body, but it was still very scary.

If it weren't for the lack of spiritual power in Zhonglu and the weakening of the immortal arts, Banhe would almost think that his young master had been taken away by an unknown evil cultivator.

He moved anxiously to Nian Xia's side, looked at Feng Ling who was sitting by the desk and smiling outside the window with an official document, and trembled, "Sister Nian Xia, what's the matter, young master?"

The big maid glanced at the dazed little bookboy, then silently glanced at the young master whose aura blended with the spring scenery outside the window, sighed softly with an unpredictable expression, and said earnestly, "A grown man, every year there is always How many days."

Seeing that Banhe still looked ignorant, she stroked his wooden head lovingly and said, "You will understand when you grow up, we can speculate freely on what the young master is thinking. Did you finish the homework assigned by the young master yesterday? After finishing it, I will take the initiative to show it to the young master, and when the young master is in a good mood, I can guide you a few words."

Banhe nodded in bewilderment, picked up the scattered book pages on the small table beside him and ran to Fengling's side.

Nian Xia saw that handsome young man swept away his lazy and bored expression, and changed to a pair of loving eyes with a smile to look at people, and finally couldn't bear to cover his lips and smiled.

However, the eldest maid seemed to have remembered something, and her sorrowful expression surged up, she sighed secretly, looked at Feng Ling with worry in her eyes, turned around and quietly exited the room, and went to the white manager's office.

Feng Ling raised his eyes to look at the back of the maid who was leaving, and his heart skipped a beat, and he frowned slightly.

After half a month of such a comfortable and carefree life, it was finally broken by a letter from Beifei.

"Recently, there has been some unrest in the immortal way, and the demonic way is quite imminent. Ten days ago, the master of Xuanwu Pavilion Changge died in a horrific way. The heads of various factions came to Jicheng to participate in the meeting..."

The little book boy read the contents of the letter to the young man in white who was lazily nestling on the beauty's couch, and the young man couldn't help laughing when he heard the words of immortality in the letter.

"After all these years, those old-fashioned people still haven't improved at all. They stubbornly think that they are still cultivators of immortality."

He half-closed his eyes, limply lifted himself up and sat up, beckoned Banhe to come closer, stretched out his hand and asked for it as a matter of course.

"But there are other letters coming? Let me see."

Banhe nodded hurriedly, then took out a small white bamboo tube from his book bag, and handed it to him.After Feng Ling took it, he quickly opened the bamboo tube and took out the tabloid inside.

I saw that after the young man looked at ten lines at a glance, a pair of peach blossom eyes that were always lazy and half-closed were completely opened, and the smiles in them rippled out like water ripples, and the eyes seemed to be full of tiny stars. The joyful mood was revealed without hiding it.

He stood up abruptly, blowing past Banhe like the wind, and walked quickly to the meeting hall, leaving only an order for the little bookboy who was still unclear about the situation.

"Banhe, pack your luggage, let's leave the sect and go to the meeting!"

The bewildered little book boy answered in a panic, then went back to the young master's building, found Nian Xia and packed up the young master's outfit together.

Thousands of miles away on Songshan Mountain, a monk in plain clothes solemnly responded to what his elders said, turned around and took the half-grown young monk beside him down the mountain, into the rolling world of mortals.

At this very moment, everyone in the whole of China was shocked by this Hongshu letter from Jicheng.Since the Tongtian Road was cut off and the avenue collapsed, all parties have restrained their thoughts.

The only hope is very vague, and no matter how rare such amazing talents are, all ascetics understand a truth, even if the state of mind and the state of cultivation are sometimes not at the same level, they will not be at the same level. Too much difference.

Now that Zhonglu's spiritual power is thin, it is almost impossible to cultivate to the ultimate state. If so, what's the point of breaking the void.

But at this moment of insecurity, a powerful man with a high level of cultivation suddenly fell, but the way of death was really strange and confusing.As a result, Xiandao fell into panic. If this was not done by the righteous way, nor was it the method of a well-known devil, it means that the demon cultivator may have found a way to improve his cultivation again.

Feeling the crisis in the dark, the immortal giants finally couldn't bear it after discussing it in private, and finally couldn't help sending out a letter, calling all factions to Jicheng, which is under the mountain gate where Xuantianzong is located, to participate in the meeting to discuss the matter.

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"I heard that this matter was done by Shaolin, Fengying Pavilion has publicly sold this information."

"It's a bunch of nonsense! Shaolin is a giant in my righteous way, and my conduct has always been strict and self-disciplined. How could I do such a nasty thing!"

"Fellow Daoist, why bother to speak so righteously? In the eyes of the poor Taoist, such a big sect doesn't know what's going on behind the scenes."

"However, a few days ago, it was rumored that Abbot Huiyuan had an old grudge with the Chang Pavilion master."

"..."

Since the spiritual power of Zhonglu has become thinner, all cultivators have consciously saved the consumption of their own spiritual power. If they consume too much, they don't know how long it will take to recover. Therefore, it is easy to use the method of sound transmission. Everyone joined in the noisy debate.

Feng Ling leaned against the upper seat of the Lingwu Hall of Xuantianzong and listened to the verbal confrontation of the people below and couldn't help yawning, but at this moment he heard that someone directed the fire towards him.

"If you want to know what's going on with this news, you might as well just ask the young master Feng?" A young man in a Taoist robe of the Medicine God Valley bowed slightly to him and said in a warm voice.

Feng Ling paused with his hand covering his lips, looked at the man unexpectedly and raised his eyebrows, barely sat upright, raised his eyelids and looked casually at the monks who were eagerly looking at him.

He raised his chin indifferently and said, "If you have any doubts, Feng Ling should know that there is nothing but endless words."

At this moment, someone couldn't wait to stand up, bowed and asked, "Dare to ask Young Master Feng, Fengying Pavilion really found out that Pavilion Master Chang died under Shaolin's hands?"

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Feng Ling raised his interest slightly when he heard the words, and asked unexpectedly, "The letter I received was just that Chang Pavilion Master was suspected of being injured by a move that looked like Shaolin Prajna Palm, but It is not the same as Prajna Palm. Your questions are really too harsh, but is it really the information bought in my Wind Shadow Pavilion?"

The man choked when he heard the words, most of the people present had actually heard the rumors that were circulating, and there were probably not many people who really spent spirit stones to buy the news.

Seeing this, Feng Ling touched his chin, and said with great interest, "Even if this rumor is really from my Fengying Pavilion, if it is true, what should be discussed here is how to accuse Shaolin Temple."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar all around.

"Young Master Feng's words are justified, so Shaolin Temple is free from suspicion?"

"But Shaolin hasn't sent anyone here yet! Are you guilty?"

"That's true! At this time, Shaolin has not come here alone! Could it be that Shaolin really did it?"

With a few words, Feng Ling scooped up Shaolin, and seemed to push him into a deeper quagmire, giving full play to his specialty of being a shit-stirring stick that he has always been good at.He was listening to the chaotic noise in the field with a smile on his face.Suddenly he paused, then slowly sat up straight again, looking at the gate of the palace.

I saw a monk in plain monk clothes slowly stepping into the hall, and the announcement sounded at this time.

"Songshan Shaolin Temple, Master Yuechen is here."

There was silence in the field.

Feng Ling narrowed his eyes and stared at the familiar figure tightly, and put away his expression on his face and tightly pursed the corners of his lips.

Eight years, but let me catch you, dead bald donkey.

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