The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

"Xiao Qu'er..." Fang Xiu's lips moved a few times, wanting to ask what would happen next.

But looking at the cold eyes that were neither sad nor happy, all the words were frozen in the throat and could not be uttered.

For the first time, he, the peerless devil who turned into the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in front of him, had a deep understanding of what it means to be unbearable.

"Brother Lu," Xiao Ling tried her best to pull out a sad smile that was uglier than crying, "I really, really can't run anymore."

She is still so young, to be able to follow her here one after another has already exceeded the limit of ordinary people.

Pale and blood-stained five fingers gently touched the small and lovely head: "If you can't run, you won't run."

"Sit on the ground and rest, don't worry, I will always be by your side."

The whitened joints clenched the long sword tightly, and the tip of the sword pointed at the approaching wolves.

Successively, he had been watching the phantom of his past with cold eyes, but at this moment, he merged with his past self.

Severe pain and drowsiness surged up in an instant.A pair of glowing blood-red eyes in front slowly approached.

The illusion turned into reality, and he returned to the verge of life and death.

As you can see in the picture, the curse of the Ouyang family's female cultivator revealed the whole picture.

The cold wind howled, and the shrill howling of wolves echoed for a long time in the endless ice field where dripping water turned into ice.

Red splashes everywhere, and scattered pearls and foils fall all over the sky.Shaking the sword and halberd with light, the murderous aura spread across the curtain. (*1)

Successively unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, unable to distinguish between life and death.He only has a sword in his hand, and only one thought in his heart, to kill all the living creatures with warmth in front of him.

He didn't retreat, nor did he think about retreating.I just want to die together, and fight to the death.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems like a snap of the fingers, or a thousand years.

The three-foot Qingfeng flicked off the last stream of warm blood on the blade, there was dead silence in his ears, and only coldness remained in his heart.

He killed all the wolves by himself, but he was powerless to protect the only warmth around him.

The soft and cute little girl's body was already cold, and during the scuffle, a wolf bit her neck off.

After all, he failed to take her to escape alive.

Taking a deep breath, the frosty cold wind invaded the internal organs like a knife.

Sliding down on the ground one after another powerlessly, leaning against her petite body, silently waiting for the imminent death.

His stiff and hypothermic body clearly told him that he wanted to fight his opponent to the death, so he sought benevolence for benevolence.

A figure suddenly appeared in the half-drowned eyes.

The blood-stained Qi Yan's eye tips slightly lifted up with the last bit of strength.

In front of him is a face that is not stained with mortal dust.The light of the sky gathered on him, lofty and noble, as if it had taken away all the creations in the world.

One after another, he only believed in the knife in his hand, never believed in the existence of gods and Buddhas in the world, and never thought that there really were.

It is lucky to meet you before you die.

The handsome and impeccable fairy spoke softly and asked him if he would like to worship him as his teacher.

Exquisite and thin lips are slightly raised upwards. Before death, there are gods to greet her. Presumably, after death, she will go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, a paradise of idyllic beauty.

The dying cold, the stiffness, the tiredness, the sleepiness and the powerlessness faded away in an instant.

Although there was still a icy chill in his heart, and the clothes soaked in cold sweat were sticky to his back, but he knew it one after another.

——He fell into a desperate situation of illusion, but once again passed the crisis of life and death.

Shensi returned from the trance past to the real present.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked around.

The surrounding area is still the vast and boundless ice field, but the illusion gradually becomes transparent and slowly dissipates.

Taoist Juechen stood beside him, looking at him with concern.

He raised the corners of his lips one after another, and he was able to get through the crisis safely, and it was even easier for Master and the others.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, Junxiu's eyes were shining with clear and sharp light, staring at the delicate and beautiful face quietly and intently.

The ups and downs of joy, anger, sorrow and joy intertwined in his heart, mixed into a palpitation of the soul with mixed flavors.

Wen Feng picked up a pitiful mortal who was weak in his eyes from nowhere, and took him as a disciple, which puzzled everyone. He also found it incredible.

He worshiped as a teacher since he was a child, and practiced Taoism with this senior brother who was not a few years older than him.

In Sen Luojian's generation, there are only his two senior brothers. They have been together for a hundred years and know each other well.

He had never seen his brother treat anyone so well, and he couldn't figure out what his brother's intentions were.

Once, Wen Feng would hold him in his arms one after another to teach others how to paint. He heard Wen Feng say that the painting was the most desolate and beautiful scene he had ever seen.

At this moment, he felt the same way.

In the vast ice field under the stream of cold moon, everything is gray and gray, and the universe is gloomy, but there is a stroke of rich ink and color that catches the eye.

Even a sinister, cunning, heartless and heartless person like Wen Feng, has a heart in an instant.

Such a soul-stirring scene, who would not be tempted to see it?

There is nothing in ancient times, and the world has never seen it.

Once you see it, you will miss this life.

Fang Xiu couldn't help feeling a sense of melancholy, which then turned into a raging fire that started a prairie fire in an instant.

The boy's clear voice was full of anger, and he scolded loudly: "Wen Feng, you must have been nearby at that time! Why didn't you come out earlier!"

Must he just sit on the sidelines and deliberately wait until the last moment before appearing in front of Lian Lian like a god descended from heaven, so that he will be grateful for his whole life?

Junya's phoenix eyes sank slightly, her long and slender fingers picked up strands of black hair on her temples, and her fingertips lightly touched Lengyu's cheek, intentionally or unintentionally: "I was passing by by chance at that time, and I noticed something strange about the evil spirit, so I went to investigate."

"Axu, have you ever complained in your heart? If you could have arrived earlier as a teacher, you could have saved that little girl, and you don't have to regret it for the rest of your life."

How can it be?He shook his head blankly one after another, he had never thought about it this way.

Fang Xiu's words were simply making trouble for no reason.

He and Juechen Daojun had never met each other, even if the other party refused to save him, he had no complaints.

It is already a great kindness for the master to save him, a stranger who met by chance, let alone take good care of him and love him very much.

He was too weak to save Xiao Ling, so how could it be blamed on Master.

Daoist Huantian was also on the side, his eyes were deep, and he watched without turning his eyes.

He knew that one after another was endowed with extraordinary talents, and in the way of the sword, his aptitude was rare to see in a thousand years.But he never thought that his sword heart would be realized in the despair and sorrow of living towards death.

In the way of the sword, the form of Qi is transformed into sword Qi, and the sword intent is obtained by concentrating the mind.

It is a level higher than Sword Intent, called Sword Realm.The sword state is the highest comprehension of the sword cultivator on the way of heaven and his own heart.

Once you have cultivated your sword intent, you are already a top master.Those who can comprehend the sword realm, through the ages, are as rare as morning stars.

In today's Yantian Realm, only he, Wenfeng, Fang Xiu, and Yimomen Sword Cultivator are the only ones who can release the sword realm.

Although it was just a flashing picture, and the realm had not yet fully formed, he had seen sword realms that were unintentionally released one after another.

At that time, one after another, the foundations that didn't even have a golden core, and couldn't even use the sword energy as they wanted, had already touched the threshold of the sword realm unintentionally.

If such amazing talents can be honed well, they will surely become a generation of great powers that can rule the world.

He laughed at Wenfeng's lack of talent, but he couldn't figure out why Wenfeng knew that he was talented one after another, but didn't teach him well, and even deliberately buried his talent.

At this moment, he really understood Wenfeng's intention.

Live towards death one after another, and comprehend the sword state in a lonely and brave death struggle.Its sword realm is a melancholy and desolate place of death in the ice field.

But he couldn't feel any emotion from Lian Lian himself—there was only cold blade and warm blood in Lian Lian's heart.

A piece of Wuxin white jade standing proudly in the frosty wind and snow field, one after another, is cold-hearted, ruthless and decisive. The only Dao heart that can be realized is the ruthless Dao full of life and death.

Afraid that he will be hurt, afraid that he will be troubled, just want to hold him in his arms tenderly, lovingly and indulgently, is one of them.

No one wants to isolate the paradise in their hearts from the world and cut off their own entry forever.

Wenfeng was unwilling, and he was also unwilling.

The successive swords can no longer be practiced.

He just needs to lie in his arms softly and obediently, and he will cherish and protect him with all his love.

There will be no more danger one after another, and there will be no need to hold a sword.

Liu Changji's delicate but arrogant eyes cast a cold and gloomy gleam.

The phantoms of the illusion are like fireflies, collapsing silently.After a while, the smoke disappeared and a real hell on earth emerged.

The illusion dissipated like mist, and several of them returned to Ouyang's house in the real world.

The surrounding fires were extinguished, and the flames soared into the sky. The raging fires built the carved railings and jade, and the luxurious mansions with beautiful gates were burnt into dilapidated gray and black.

The high-rise building in the courtyard of the deep house collapsed, and corpses were strewn all over the place.The blood dyed the colorful flowers into a deep crimson darkness, filled with blood, and the howling night wind couldn't blow it away.

Juechen Dao Junyue took a step forward, stood in front of Lilian, passed through a few strands of black hair with his fingertips, and gently pressed his head against his shoulder: "Let's go, Xu, I will take you back to Lingyuan as a teacher."

One after another, he thought that he was not a fragile person, even if he saw the tragedy of Ouyang's family, he would not be frightened.

Master pampered him too much and overprotected him.

But no matter what the master does, he will always think of him, and it is too late to be grateful, how can he brush off the other party's kindness.

He leaned on his master's shoulder and asked doubtfully, "We're leaving like this, what will happen to Ouyang's family?"

Even though his thin shoulders blocked his line of sight, he could still imagine that [-]% of Ouyang's family would not be able to repel the demon in the illusion of limited aura.

He could still hear the trembling voices of the very few survivors with lingering fear.

They were frightened and were talking about the desperate situation they encountered in the illusion.

The bride tonight successfully completed her revenge on her family.

Her resentment and hatred ignited this raging flame, which burned the entire Ouyang family to ashes.

"Ouyang Lige died, Fengming Peak will immediately send someone to deal with the funeral. Jiufangzong and He's family will also quickly send people to take care of the aftermath, there is no need for our help."

Fang Xiu scolded Wenfeng, a scheming old fox in his heart, he didn't know how long he would hold him in his arms.

"Ouyang's imaginary song is weak, I'm not surprised," Fang Xiu said in a clear voice with anger, and said indifferently, "I didn't expect the two middle-level Nascent Souls of Jiufangzong to be so useless."

They frowned one after another.

Fengming Peak Master and several senior sisters all passed away tonight... This tragedy has nothing to do with them, but they have to bear the consequences.

For the benefit of the family, the Ouyang family disregarded the happiness of that nun.But she resented Ouyang Shan who could make her own decisions without getting married.

There is no love for no reason and hate for no reason in the world.But many loves and hatreds are really unreasonable.

He sighed silently and had nothing to say.

Half an hour later, they returned to the Dust Wind Palace one after another.Daoist Juechen has a profound realm, holding his sword in his arms, his speed is several times faster than him.

I wanted to go back to my room, but was led into the master's bedroom by the master on the shoulders.

"A Xu, I will accompany you tonight as a teacher, so you can sleep peacefully."

Can't laugh or cry one after another.Master always regards him as an old, weak, sick and disabled person who can't bear any wind and rain.

"Master, I..." He wanted to say that he was fine, but the strong soothing fragrance in the room was not a sleep aid to him, but a hypnotic poison.

After entering the room for only a short while, a surge of drowsiness and tiredness swept over like a violent storm.

He felt more exhausted than fighting the wolf demon in the illusion.

He didn't finish half a sentence, his consciousness was hazy, and he fell unconscious for a moment.

Sunlight dyes the emerald mountains, and birds sing around the smoke and clouds.When I woke up again, it was already the next day.

The warm light of the clear sun penetrates the huge window lattice, is attracted by the ingenious creations, and is reflected in the sleepy eyes.

The way of heaven is determined to lure him to the way of the evil disciple who tried to deceive his master.

Looking at the handsome face in front of him, he silently recited a sentence of Amitabha Buddha, and once again rejoiced that his Dao heart was stable.

He respects his master and vows to the death that he will not be a rebel who has ill will against his master.

Daoist Juechen played with his black hair gently, and when he saw someone woke up, he asked softly, "How was your rest yesterday?"

not so.He seemed to be trapped in a nightmare last night, his heart was anxious, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

The delicate lip line is slightly upturned: "I slept very well. Where is Master?"

Maybe he slept too deeply and slept for too long, his throat felt a little thirsty, and his lips felt a little abnormal and painful.

Gritting his teeth and fighting the wolf demon in the illusion last night, biting his lip?

Maybe I was absorbed in it at the time and didn't notice it, and now I'm aware of it.

"A Xu," Junli's phoenix eyes flashed a gloomy, and her gentle voice became a little hoarse, "I am high-spirited and hot, would you like to help me with this?"

One after another: "..."

here we go again.There is a cliff in front of you, and a ferocious tiger behind you. There is no way to escape, and the proposition is coming again!

Human/desire is instinct.What's more, the master has profound Taoism, is full of energy, and has no Taoist companions.

But he really didn't want to help such an embarrassing favor.

One after another, he suddenly thought of Huantian Peak's illusionary array of brothels that could make people feel like they were there.

With such a high-strength cultivation level as the master, there must be a real experience in it that is exactly the same as in this world.

So neither of them need to worry anymore.

But Master likes to tease him, Fengming Peak Master once said that his expression looks funny.

...Every time Fengming Peak Master saw him, he would say that he had a bad face.

It's not that he has a bad complexion, it's that his unchanging dead face, like a fake smile made of paper, is unpleasant to look at.

Liu Zhang also said the same thing.

Master must want him to smile more, not to put on a hypocritical, flawed dead face all the time.

Thinking of Fengming Peak Lord, he asked in a low voice: "Fengming Peak, what will happen in the future?"

Burning fingertips gently caressed the corners of the slightly drooping mouth: "Life and death have fate, and reincarnation is endless. Although she has not survived the catastrophe from the heavens, she has cultivated the primordial spirit, and her soul will not return to heaven and earth."

"Her three souls and seven souls will re-enter the cycle of the world, so there is no need to feel sad for her."

sad?They didn't have such thoughts one after another, but Fengming Peak Master and Senior Sister Ouyang always had kindness towards him and treated him well.

They faded away, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The sharp lip line was slightly raised, indicating that he was fine and he shouldn't let Master worry.

What's more, he is really not as weak as the other party imagined.

There was a momentary pause for the scorching fingers, and the gloomy light in the phoenix's eyes dimmed a bit.

The violent emotions that can only be suppressed with all one's strength, burn the internal organs like a raging fire, and almost burn all the sobriety of self-denial and ritual into embers that cannot be revived.

The idea of ​​wanting to occupy Taoyuan grows with time, and the spark of the prairie fire becomes more and more difficult to extinguish.

"Mr. Dao," a respectful report came from outside the door, "The suzerain summoned all the peak masters to discuss the aftermath of Fengming Peak."

"This seat knows."

After replying to the people outside the door in a cold voice, the cold and elegant voice instantly turned into a warm spring breeze, "Xu, tidy up and accompany me to the main peak."

Nodding one after another, getting up obediently.

He clearly remembered that last night he couldn't resist the drowsiness and hadn't undressed before going to sleep.

Now he is only wearing a tunic with messy straps.Presumably, Master personally took care of him undressing.

This was supposed to be his job to serve Master.

Feeling full of guilt one after another, they quickly put on their robes and planned to wait for Master to change.

But Master went straight to the bathroom, and was fully dressed when he came out.

... I really don't know what is the use of taking a disciple like myself who is not working hard.

After leaving the room, Fang Xiu and Qin Shi were already waiting outside.

Fang Xiu glared at Taoist Juechen for a long while with a gloomy face, and then sniffed around Lian Lian's neck.

Seemingly confirming that it was all right, the frivolous smile beamed again.

What is Fang Xiu smelling?What strange smell do you have on yourself?

Although one after another is curious, Fang Xiu often messes around and makes trouble for no reason, and most of what he says is unreasonable.

Even if asked, he couldn't say anything serious.And they will spare no effort to slander Master.

Don't ask, it's better for Fang Xiu not to speak.

When they followed Taoist Juechen to the main peak hall one after another, several peak masters had already arrived.

Daoist Huantian leaned against the back of the chair with his head propped up in his hands, his attitude frantic.

He raised his jaw one after another to show his greeting.Then he sized up Daoist Juechen carefully for a while with sharp eyes of scrutiny, and then locked his eyes on Li Yue.

One after another, he was full of inexplicable feelings, and was stared at with chills down his spine.

This group of people behaved strangely in the illusion last night, and they haven't recovered after a night?

Not long after, the suzerain and the peak masters of all peaks arrived, and everyone began to discuss the future arrangements of Fengming Peak.

Fengming Peak is the unique music cultivation lineage of Qiantianzong, and most of them are female cultivators.

The disciples in the sect practiced rhythm and sword dance. Without Master Ouyang, no one can teach other swords, weapons, medicine, and arrays.

Everyone discussed and discussed, and finally decided that the inner sect disciple with the highest cultivation level would temporarily act as the acting peak master, and continue to pass on the lineage of Yin Cultivation.

There are tens of thousands of monks in the peak who are willing to stay, but they can still stay in Fengming Peak.If you don't want to, you can vote for other peaks in Qiantian.

From the words of the suzerain and several peak masters, some meanings were heard one after another. Several peak masters hoped to incorporate Fengming Peak disciples into their sect, so as to strengthen the influence of their own sect.

The struggle for power is ubiquitous and never-ending.But those senior sisters who lowered their eyebrows and bowed their heads like him, and listened to the gossip of Lingyuan, Huantian, and Fengming, the three peak masters, are no longer there.

He has been looking forward to, Feng Mingfeng's "Fengming Mausoleum" is probably not going to happen again.

He still doesn't know which senior sister is the main writer of that story.

Master and Daoist Huantian didn't say a few words, and they didn't care about Fengming Peak's disciples going or staying.

It was later learned that the most converted monks and the ones who benefited the most were Lingyuan and Huantian Erfeng.

***

The deep wood forest at the junction of the three peaks does not belong to any peak, without the supply of aura from each peak's protective array, it cannot be like spring all the year round.

However, the natural vitality of vegetation is very vigorous.Even if the trees are dying in autumn and winter, the next year, when the spring breeze blows, the branches and leaves will be luxuriant and lush.

Leaning against the tree with their swords in their arms one after another, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of their mouths, they watched Xue Songyu and Yu Xing fight each other.

When the competition was over, the three of them sat casually on the soil piled up with thick leaves, and began to chat during the break.

Relying on the elixir given by Fang Xiu, Xue Songyu formed the elixir smoothly.

There is also a series of martial arts guidance, even if he has just formed the alchemy, his combat power is also among the best among the Jindan junior monks at Wenyuan Peak.

The thick, long and shiny braids were full of energy, drawing a majestic arc in the air, and Zhao continued to talk about the results of years of painstaking practice: she narrowly defeated Wen Yuanfeng's fellow disciples by a small margin, and was able to participate in the Tianxuan Dharma Assembly .

Ten disciples were selected from each level of high, middle and elementary, and she was honored to be the last one of the elementary level.

Yu Xing's face, which was already festive, was even more rosy like a festival, and he spouted a lot of congratulatory speeches for unknown reasons.

After finishing speaking, the eyebrows were twisted into the word "eight" with a sad face.

Huantian Peak has more disciples than Wen Yuan, and his combat power is also stronger than Wen Yuan's. He is not much inferior to Xue Songyu, but he has no bright future in Huantian Peak.

A low-level disciple like him didn't even have the chance to go to the Tianxuan Conference to watch the battle and cheer her on.

"Huantian Daojun is Yantian Sword Master, so many monks want to worship under him, but they can't. To be admitted to Huantian Peak, thousands of monks are already envious."

Xue Songyu could only comfort him in this way.

They interrupted one after another: "Huantian Peak, don't you have too many chores?"

Yu Xing stared at him blankly, not knowing what it meant.

They changed the way of asking one after another: "Peak Lord Huantian...is he free?"

Big Bitter Gourd was even more confused, how could he know if the Peak Master had more or less affairs.

He thought for a long time, and guessed uncertainly: "There are dedicated senior brothers who are responsible for chores and paperwork, and the peak master will definitely not bother you about trivial matters."

"... During this period of time, Huantian Peak is fine."

The great event of the sky falling was also wiped out under the sword of the peak master.

They nodded silently one after another.

Huantian Peak Master should have nothing to do.Otherwise, he wouldn't come to Chenfeng Palace every now and then to look for his master. The two of them didn't say a few words, and they had nothing to do to guide him in sword practice.

This group of mighty people said something to each other, each said their own words, one pointed east and the other west.

The blessing that thousands of monks can hardly find in their lifetime is the biggest obstacle on his path of practice.

However, he stayed with the dignitaries every day, listened to their discussions, and had only a half-knowledge of what happened to Qiantianzong and Yantian Realm.

He couldn't keep up with the powerful people's scolding Fang Qiu and pointing Jiangshan.

Xue Songyu and Yu Xing had to explain the details to him.

The Ten-year Tianxuan Conference is coming soon.Hundreds of immortal sects will send people to participate.

The demonstration of sect's strength at the Tianxuan Conference largely determines the sect's right to speak in Yantian Realm.

The ranking of the three sects, four sects and twelve sects was also determined at the Tianxuan Conference.

However, this year's Fa Conference is completely different from previous ones.

The author has something to say:

*1 Niannujiao Tianding was furious

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1. Misunderstanding revealed

Successive Dao Hearts are Ruthless Dao!The kind that doesn't care about anything, just kill everything in sight.

It's not that Master doesn't want to, no!able!Let him go like this.

If you don't think of a way to guide him and make him change, the result will be...

Successively became the only sword cultivator in Ajinli who has practiced the ruthless way.

Killing a teacher to prove the Tao, killing everything in the world, and then the world is destroyed by him, he attains Taoism and ascends XD.

2.

One after another is a piece of wood, or it is related to the heart of the ruthless way.

As I wrote earlier, since he practiced immortality, he has lost that kind of worldly desire/desire.

Inside the brothel of Huantian Peak, nothing was seen.

The stronger and more indifferent one after another, the less emotional.

Big guys: Is there a way to lower your cultivation level and improve your relationship? ? ?

3.

One after another: I have a dead face, and fake smiles are annoying.

Everyone: The indifferent face is true, and the good-looking is also true.

Master: It is true that I want to make you happy, and it is also true that I am molesting you.

4.

Shizun fell in love with Lian Li at first sight.

From his point of view, it is indeed a mistake to waste this life with one glance.

Since then, President Ba has lost his ambition and has become a jealous lover.

Master: For those who misunderstood me earlier, please go to Chapter 27 to apologize to me!

Liu Changji: Even though I was the one who was wrong, why apologize to Wenfeng?nonexistent.