The Wheel-Turning Master

"Alas, looking at the calamity clouds from afar, there is a sense of destruction and vastness. No wonder it is loved by the gods! Fellow Daoist Pei is really limitless! Brother Zhuanlun's two disciples are also amazingly talented and have noble character. It can be seen that Brother Zhuanlun has a good vision!"

"Brother Mo, Senior Sister Li, I heard that the reason why our master has achieved what he has today is that he diligently practices Taoism and does many good deeds; the second is that he and his wife manage the sect in a good way and do not let worldly affairs disturb the ears of the gods!"

Lin Bai and others were waiting for Pei Ning to pass the calamity in the dilapidated attic, and Jiang Yatou came with Wu Muqian.

Jiang Yatou greeted them in a friendly manner, but Wu Muqian grabbed Lin Bai and Mo Yingcheng and praised them in various ways.

Mo Yingcheng has always acted on behalf of his master. He has seen many people, so he also started to argue with Wu Muqian.

It was already night, but the calamity clouds were surging, and there were no stars or moons in the area of ​​​​a hundred miles, which made it even darker.

"What's wrong with him?" Seeing that Wu Muqian was standing straight today, and his face was no longer lonely and helpless, but rather proud, Lin Bai asked Jiang Xiaobai curiously.

"The ancestor accepted Jing Si Tui as the eldest disciple, and Wu Muqian as the second disciple." Jiang Xiaobai replied with a smile, and did not forget to add, "I'll let your two disciples hang out with Wu Muqian and discuss ways to appease the master!"

Now anyone can mock Lin Bai's disciples, even Jiang Xiaobai, who has watched them grow up, speaks wildly!

In the end, it's still the disciples who are not doing well!

Lin Bai decided that when Pei Ning forms the elixir, he will hand Miaomiao and Jiang Yu over to Sister Pei!

Looking at Wumuqian again, he had changed his place and was talking to the fox in front of Xiuxiu and Huang Ruhua. He seemed to say something like entering Wanshou Mountain to take treasures is as easy as taking things out of a bag, and that the fairy had the appearance of a god. Then he muttered and flattered, as if he was going to sell all his property to make people happy.

"How did the discussion go up there?" Lin Bai asked again.

"How should I know? The ancestor has always told me not to pay attention to these things." Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, and then whispered: "But I heard that there were people fleeing in groups from Wanshou Mountain, and they were all chased back by Senior Zou. Senior Brother Jing has been to Wanshou Mountain and sent a message on behalf of the ancestor, saying that he would never kill anyone again. I wanted to take Wumuqian with me, but he didn't dare to go, so he came here with me."

"There are too many people in Shoutian Pavilion..." Lin Bai pondered for a while and said: "Even if your ancestor is willing to let them all stay, Senior Meng agrees ? Do the people of Jiuzha Mountain agree? They have all put in a lot of effort, especially the old people of Zhouhui Mountain, I am afraid..."

"I know!" Jiang Xiaobai put his hands on his waist, glared at Lin Bai, and said, "You mean to say that we have to drive away a group of people from Shoutian Pavilion, right? It just so happens that my ancestor can use the power of Senior Meng and others to push them out to be the villains, and then he can be a good person?"

"Isn't this what your ancestor has been doing? A small horizontal and vertical chessboard, handy, and easy to move." Lin Bai laughed.

Jiang Xiaobai snorted twice and said, "The ancestor has worked hard to achieve success, what he did..." She looked at the top of Wanshou Mountain and muttered, "I just hope that the ancestor can reach the top."

At this moment, the golden elixir disaster cloud on Wanshou Mountain was surging, and it had already enveloped Wanshou Mountain. There were many subtle thunder and lightning running in it, and the power had been brewing for a long time, and the intention of destruction was getting stronger.

On Songhe Mountain, except for the Yuanying who were discussing matters in the hall, the rest of the people were all watching the thunder disaster. Some bold sword cultivators moved forward, wanting to feel it more clearly.

"One step slow, every step slow. In the past, you and Pei Ning fought swords, and you lost every time by one step. Now Pei Ning has brought such a grand pill tribulation, you should know how much you are behind her, right?" Min Hengbo was sternly lecturing Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan and Shen Qiyun lowered their heads and said nothing, but Min Qianqian, who was standing by, didn't care much.

"Qianqian, where is Li Wusheng?" Min Hengbo frowned and looked at Min Qianqian.

"The Supreme Sect Leader said he was going to watch the ceremony, and I don't know where he is." Min Qianqian spread her hands, "I dare not talk to her. She pulls my ears every time she sees me." As she spoke, Min Qianqian turned sideways, lifted a strand of black hair, and exposed her ears, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Others are making a fuss in private, and you are also making a fuss?" Min Hengbo was very angry, "If you keep calling me that, you will follow Li Wusheng in the future!"

"Grandmaster, I was wrong!" Min Qianqian immediately became anxious, and wiped her eyes hard, but no tears came out.

At this moment, the first thunderbolt descended. Its momentum was magnificent, the sky and the earth were vast and bright, and the huge thunderbolt fell, violent and fierce, with the intention of destruction.

For a moment, tens of thousands of disciples from Songhe Mountain and Wanshou Mountain were silent. When the first thunderbolt dissipated, many people from both sides rushed out and looked forward carefully.

Under the dead tree, the broken sword was still attached to the lightning. Pei Ning had messy hair and sat cross-legged on the ground, with a gourd in his arms and a sword box in front of him.

Then the second thunderbolt came surging, violent and violent, and all fell down, immediately submerging Pei Ning and even the place where he was.

"Looking at its power, it's not inferior to the thunder tribulation of your master that day." Gu Feixue was in the air, followed by Miaomiao, Jiang Yu and Dugu Jing.

Not far away, there were many disciples from various sects, especially those who practiced swordsmanship. Among them, the Tianyan Sword Sect had the most people, and most of them were foundation-building cultivators.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Pei Ning stood up, opened the sword box, and dozens of flying swords slowly floated around him.

The thunder tribulation did not give a chance to breathe, falling one after another, but Pei Ning was submerged in the lightning, and flying swords could be seen from time to time.

The feeling of surging destruction was like layers of water waves, and the crowd of people watching the tribulation retreated again and again.

The thunder tribulation fell one after another, like a waterfall falling from the sky.

The joy and sorrow after the war seemed to be covered by thunder. Songhe Mountain and Wanshou Mountain were silent, both attracted by the thunder.

After the six tribulation thunders were gone, the powder from the foot of Wanshou Mountain rose with the wind. All I saw was a dead tree, scorched black everywhere, standing tall and straight.

There was a woman under the tree, her black clothes stained with blood. With black hair like a waterfall, she knelt on one knee and supported the ground with one hand, but still looked up at the sky.

The sword box was long gone, but many broken swords were scattered around.

"It's not a big problem." Qu Ruyi hid behind Meng Yuan and poked her head around, "But looking at the posture of Lei Jie, it is much stronger than when Master Li Xuanji formed the elixir. In the future, Pei Ning will definitely not lose to Chen Tianren. When the time comes, Master Li will do it again." If you bully me, you don’t have to let Xiu Xiu stand up for me!”

"Qu Ruyi!" Meng Yuan frowned upon hearing this, "It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. You established the foundation earlier than Xiu Xiu and Pei Ning. Now you don't feel ashamed, but you are complacent?"

"You can't cry, right?" Qu Ruyi made sense.

Meng Yuan held his forehead, not knowing what to say. Song Jingxian also shook her head, but she didn't know why.

While everyone was watching quietly, the seventh tribulation thunder had finished brewing and poured down.

Pei Ning was seen holding a gourd the size of a baby's fist in his hand, and then countless flying swords poured out of the gourd, triggering the broken swords all around, and all of them flew towards the tribulation thunder.

The power of the seventh tribulation thunder has not faded away, and the eighth one followed, bringing endless power from heaven, and its violent intention became even stronger.

At the top of Songhe Mountain, Zhu Yuanying could not help but go out to take a look.

"Is this Chen Tianren's disciple? Why did he cause the calamity thunder to look like it was going to destroy Wanshou Mountain?" Shi Huayu frowned and looked at the foot of Wanshou Mountain. He then looked at Du Jueming and asked, "What was it like when Chen Tianren formed the elixir?" ?”

Du Jueming put one hand behind his back and held a wine bottle in the other. He took a sip and acted like a handsome immortal. When he was about to answer, he saw that Shi Huayu no longer looked at him and looked at Jiang Xingchi instead.

There is nothing we can do. After several battles and many life and death experiences, everyone knows the basics. Although Xiang Wuhui has not made any move, he must be extraordinary; as for Chen Tianren, there is no need to say more.

As for the remaining people, they are all blessed with good fortune and have considerable abilities.

But Du Jueming was the only one who would flee from a battle without hesitation. Although others also ran away, they fled because they really couldn't be beaten. But Du Jueming ran away without fighting, so he was naturally despised by others.

"I don't know about that." Jiang Xingchi was very humble. He looked at the calamity clouds in the distance and said, "But rumors say that Chen Tianren's thunder calamity is also extremely powerful. I, the late Nascent Soul of Qiaoshan, Gu Qingshan, loved it. I made good friends with the younger generation. It was because of this thunder disaster that I went to Daoyin Sect and got along very well with Chen Tianren. "

For a moment, all the Nascent Souls were silent.

Jiang Xingchi waved to a female cultivator again, and the female cultivator quickly stepped forward to salute.

This female cultivator's name is Sun Shiqi, and she also fought with her life in the previous fight.

This woman is the descendant of Tianyan Sword Sect's late Yuanying grandson Baopu, and she is also a swordsman.

"I see that you look sad, but is it because of the death of the ancestor in your family?" Jiang Xingchi showed no signs of playing tricks before, but was extremely friendly, "Although Brother Sun is gone, the Taoism is still there. As a swordsman, you Xiu, you should work hard and don't dwell on the past. Pei Ning has passed the tribulation today and will do well in the future. Don't think that you are looking down on her if you get pills earlier than her."

Jiang Xingchi smiled kindly, looking like an honest person, and said caringly: "Pei Ning has a close relationship with my family, and she also respects her elders. I will ask her to come someday. You two can get to know each other, and we can discuss it in the future. It’s good to make progress.”

After hearing this, Sun Shiqi was almost moved to tears and bowed down.

Jing Si stood aside and watched, thinking that he was going to have a junior sister.

Na Chi Shangxing also looked up at the sky at this moment, and saw that the ninth calamity thunder was lingering, but the calamity clouds were getting thicker and thicker, as if they were going to crush Longevity Mountain.

"My family has an inherited technique, which was left by our ancestors. It is the most suitable sword practice for practicing the group sword technique..." Chi Shangxing was quite yearning, as if he remembered Chen Tianren's sword. He leaned against Jiang Xingchi and lowered his head. He asked in a voice: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, preserving people's Taoism is better than helping people achieve Taoism. I wonder how Senior Brother Xiang plans to send us?"

At this moment, a huge thunder pillar emerged from the layers of calamity clouds on Wanshou Mountain, illuminating all directions in an instant, and the intention of destruction became stronger.

Some of the people watching the ceremony who were closer to each other had blood flowing out of their eyes, and those with low moral standards had their eyes exploded and fell to the ground.

When the tribulation thunder descended, there seemed to be a slight tremor all around.

Everyone looked up and saw the calamity cloud slowly fading, and the stars and moon appearing faintly.

For a moment, the people watching the ceremony felt lonely, as if they were transformed into a dead tree in a boundless and vast land with only shallow tombs for company.

Sun Shiqi frowned and looked around, only to feel that his sword was trembling slightly.

"It's done!" Jiang Xingchi clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Chen Tianren has a successor."

Chi Shangxing watched silently, only hearing cheers coming from all around. Yesterday during the Nascent Soul Battle, five people from the Northern Expeditionary Alliance built a foundation. Today there is another pill formation, and it is an excellent sword cultivation seed...

"What did Brother Chi just say?" Jiang Xingchi looked at Chi Shangxing with a smile on his face.

Chi Shangxing exhaled and said, "We will be a family once we devote ourselves to it. I would like to ask Senior Brother Xiang what his plans are."

"I can't make the decision on this." Jiang Xingchi sighed and said: "As we all know, we and the coalition forces are here to seek justice. Now that the people of Zhou Huishan have returned to their hometowns, it is naturally the people of Zhou Huishan who have the final say in matters here. ”

For a moment, all the Nascent Souls looked over. Only Meng Shanhe closed his eyes, as if he didn't care at all.

After Chi Shangxing heard these hypocritical words, he held back his anger and said, "What do you mean, Brother Jiang?"

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Xingchi smiled nonchalantly and said, "Your sect's Wumuchun is dead. He has been back home for a long time, but he didn't die in a foreign land."

Chi Shangxing was stunned and speechless.

Jing Si stepped aside and watched, thinking that it was no wonder that Wumuqian knelt so quickly. He must have known that Wumuchun was dead!

"Brother Chi, don't be sad." Jiang Xingchi was very considerate. He gently supported Chi Shangxing's arm and said, "Although Senior Brother Meng of Zhou Huishan is in charge here, Brother Kong's various things are also admirable. He left a will, and we should obey it."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of animal skin paper, which was clearly from the wooden box left by Kong Shu.

Chi Shangxing took the animal skin paper and glanced at it, full of disbelief.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Chi Shangxing held the animal skin paper tightly, with a panic and confusion on his face.

"Brother Chi has been talking about your sect's ancestral temple for a long time. We are very yearning for the high-level cultivation of the Spiritual Transformation. But it's time to discuss our own affairs." Jiang Xingchi said with a smile.

Chi Shangxing was so angry that he trembled all over. He looked at Jiang Xingchi and then at the other Yuanyings, and felt that everyone had a sarcastic look on their faces.

After being stunned for a long time, Chi Shangxing showed disdain on his face. He looked around at the Yuanyings and then walked back to the hall.

The calamity clouds in the distance all disappeared, and the auspicious clouds gathered. Under the stars and the moon, it looked even more strange. Its shape was like a long river and a sharp sword.

Jiang Xingchi looked at the auspicious clouds with his hands behind his back for a while, and called Jing Si to retreat.

"Go to Wanshou Mountain again." Jiang Xingchi looked at the clouds in the sky. "Senior sister Gu lives alone and is lonely. Go find Fairy Chenyu and ask her to take you to invite Zou Mi to live in Menghu. Then ask Zou Mi to appoint a few people with good temperaments, so as not to let the disciples of Shoutian Pavilion get into trouble."

"Yes."

Jing Si Tui received the order and went down the mountain immediately. He looked around and went straight to the dead tree.

When he got closer, he saw a lot of people surrounding him.

Pei Ning was covered in blood and was clearly unconscious. He still held a small gourd in his hand.

There were countless dead trees and broken swords, and the broken stones were turned into powder.

"Master's wife..." There were two women kneeling in the distance, and they did not dare to disturb them. One of them wiped her tears vigorously, and the other had red eyes, which was definitely not fake.

"People say that Lin Zhuanlun's teachings are not good, but I don't think so. I don't ask for the disciples and the younger generation to be outstanding, but it is enough to be filial." Jing Si Tui sighed and couldn't help but think of his deceased master.

Just as he was thinking about the past, he saw Lin Zhuanlun kicking his two disciples over with one foot, "Go away!" He said, and wrapped Pei Ning and left.

"Pei Ning is our family, right? Why is the Gourd King like this?" Li Wusheng was so angry that he was about to chase him, but was stopped by Mo Yingcheng.

Jing Situi was headached by watching from the side, thinking that you are still the Supreme Master of Daoyin Sect, and Lin Zhuanlun has no sect or school, but Pei Ning is your family, so Lin Zhuanlun is also your family! Can't even figure this out?

Sure enough, Mo Yingcheng whispered a few words to coax him, and Li Wusheng smiled immediately.

"Where is the fairy?" Jing Situi asked.

"She went up the mountain this morning." Li Wusheng pointed to Wanshou Mountain, "The fairy said she wanted to reminisce with Senior Zou, and said she would give her disciple to Senior Zou."

"Can the disciple give up?" Jing Situi frowned when he heard it. (End of this chapter)