The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

One after another, he understood clearly: "While you were fighting in the east, Demon Monarch Unified the schools in the west."

Ling Chengze nodded: "Eight years ago, I practiced Dzogchen, and the spirit of breaking the realm suddenly appeared, so I planned to find a safe place to retreat, and try to hit the realm of transforming gods. The chosen location should be top secret, and only a few close relatives know about it."

"But someone betrayed me and leaked the news of my retreat. A dozen or so Nascent Souls joined forces to attack me while I was trying my best to overcome the thunder calamity and was seriously injured. As a result, I failed to break through and my cultivation was damaged. In order to avoid being chased and killed I have no choice but to flee to the upper layer of Yantian and temporarily hide in the territory of the old monster."

"When I recover from my injury, I will go back to the lower level of Yanxia. Wu Ya has already occupied two-thirds of the territory." He raised his mouth, "Fortunately, I met you, so the injury can heal so quickly. It will be later, when I go back Time Wuya may have dominated the entire Demon Sect."

"That's Master's medicine." She pursed her lips one after another, her eyes darkened, "The one who saved you...is Song Yu."

"If she didn't want to save you, I wouldn't care about it at all. I would just die."

Ling Chengze smiled angrily: "The one who played with my body all night and stared at me, is she or you? The one who cooks the noodles for me is she or you?"

"That bowl of noodles is cooked for dogs."

Ling Chengze barked.

"I am also very grateful to Xue Songyu, so don't worry, I will investigate this matter to the end."

One after another: "You suspect that Wu Ya is the one who ordered the Blood Sect?"

"I don't know." Ling Chengze said frankly, "I'm also curious, why Yang Ning. You also find it strange, don't you. We have a good understanding and thought of something."

"I think this matter may have something to do with Wu Ya, and I don't think Yang Ning, who was randomly drawn by lottery, probably has something to hide."

"As I said just now, Wu Ya is a mysterious and strange person." His deep brows were tainted with an imperceptible haze, "All his early plans were carried out in secret. When the world learned of his existence, he had already quietly Silently seized four major sects and more than a dozen second- and third-rate sects."

"He seldom shows up in front of people, and the orders he gives are delivered by the monks of Yuhengzong. I have only seen him once or twice. He is wearing a black robe, a hood, and a mask. Even the face under the mask, They all used disguise spells."

"No one has seen his true face, and I have no chance to fight him. I only know that he is also in the half-step state of becoming a god, and I don't know any other magic moves."

After hearing this sentence, I was taken aback for a while.

He happens to know a monk who hides his head and shows his tail, and deliberately hides his appearance from others.

From the first time I met Yu Xing, I encountered several things, and there was an unknown mysterious person behind them.

He takes pleasure in playing with people's hearts and likes to be "lively and interesting".

... The matter of Yangning City, I don't know if it is considered "lively and interesting" in the eyes of others, but it is an indelible "lively" one after another.

The clear and beautiful eyebrows suddenly glowed with a cold and sharp sharp glow.

"The peak master of the Blood Sect, has he been bullied by other monks before?"

Ling Chengze looked blank: "Ah? How do I know this?"

Think for a moment: "What kind of bullying?"

One after another, the cold voice was flat: "Isolated, squeezed out, oppressed, and all the unfair situations you can think of."

Ling Chengze shook his head, he was a talented man who was born out of the crowd, and he was born with the stars and moons above others.

Not to mention that the Blood Sect doesn't follow orders from the Ling Xiao faction, the two factions seldom interact, and he doesn't even pay attention to the high-ranking Nascent Soul who is ranked among the best in Yan Tian, ​​so how could he know what a make-up Nascent Soul was like before.

"I think he is being bullied right now. His situation in the Blood Sect is the same as that of the Suzerain who made up his mind. He is in charge of doing chores on weekdays. When things happen, he is called around by Wen Feng and Liu Changji. It all depends on the faces of the two of them."

Ling Chengze intended to tease a few words, teasing one after another, but unfortunately it didn't achieve any effect.

He asked awkwardly, "Has he ever been bullied? What does it have to do with Wu Ya and Yang Ning?"

"Don't be like this, please," he gently held his knuckle hand, "The look in your eyes now makes me a little scared."

"You have to remember, you promised Xue Songyu not to be impulsive when things happen."

Withdrawing his hands one after another, he raised his mouth: "I am impulsive? I am calm now."

"About Wuya, what else?"

Ling Chengze stared at him quietly for a moment: "That's all. His identity is unknown and his whereabouts are erratic. Even I can hardly see him."

After a while, he said again: "I have pressed all the members of the Blood Sect, but I only know that the reason why the beast master chose Yang Ning was someone else's idea."

"Others, there are currently no clues, and it will take some time to find out the truth."

"One after another," the coldness on Yu Diao's face made Ling Chengze feel a little worried and uneasy, "you can rest assured that you leave this matter to me, and don't worry about anything else."

"I will find out the truth and avenge Xue Songyu."

Thin lips raised slightly: "Thank you."

The moon was in the middle of the sky, Ling Chengze was reluctant to let go, turned his head three times at a step, and left through the window again.

As soon as the flamboyant figure in red with gold patterns disappeared, the corners of his slightly raised mouth suddenly drooped down.

He sat back on the chair, put his sharp chin on the backrest, and there was a haze in his eyes.

Xu Wan's words came to my ears again: Don't you naively think that they will avenge Xue Qiaozhi?

Ling Chengze only mentioned Xue Songyu, as if Xue Qiaozhi never existed.

What's more, if it really has something to do with Lord Wuya, he can't avenge this revenge.

There is no personal grievance between the two demon kings in command of the demon sect.

The struggle between the two forces affects the whole body.

If he is in his position one after another, he will not affect the peace of tens of millions of monks and hundreds of millions of mortals in the Demon Sect for the sake of a low-level monk.

No matter what the result of the investigation is, in the end, the big problem can only be reduced to a small one, and the problem can be calmed down.

The revenge between Xue Songyu and Xue Qiaozhi can only be avenged by himself.

***

"A pill to improve cultivation?"

Juechen Daojun raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and quietly looked at his lover for a long while.

The gentle tone was tinged with a bit of coldness: "You are not yet ready to take the next pill."

Fang Xiu lowered his head and approached Runbai's neck, and sniffed around it carefully: "Xiao Qu'er, the erysipelas in your body has not completely dissipated. You have to wait at least another year or two before eating one, otherwise the erysipelas will accumulate and damage your body. "

Qin Shi echoed his words: "Brother, the elders who seek wood must strengthen their roots. Blindly drawing blocks will only backfire. Cultivation requires a word of enlightenment, and cultivation can be accumulated slowly. Don't be impatient."

They lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes one after another, silent.

"Ah Xu, your mood has been impetuous recently, and it is difficult to concentrate on cultivation. During this period of time, no matter how you practice your swordsmanship, don't practice any more." Juechen Daojun's voice was even colder, "Qin Shi, during this period of time you put him Look good."

Qin Shi cupped his hands: "Yes, Master."

One after another still lowered their eyes and did not answer.

Fang Xiu accompanied him out of the hall of Chenfeng Palace one after another, and couldn't help but look at him curiously: "What's the matter? Why are you suddenly in a hurry to improve your cultivation?"

The corners of the mouth turned up slightly one after another: "I am always ridiculed for my low cultivation level, and I have lost face to the teacher, and I feel very sorry for myself."

Fang Xiu paused, his eyes flashed with viciousness and cruelty: "Who did you listen to?"

"Who dares to make irresponsible remarks in front of you? I cut off his tongue and skinned him."

The delicate and thin lips smiled indifferently, without saying a word.

The two walked a few steps in silence, and Fang Xiu asked again with concern: "Xiao Qu'er, what's the matter with you recently?"

Xue Songyu's revenge, Ling Chengze has already avenged her.

But after that day, they became more unhappy one after another.

When Fang Xiu saw his appearance, half of his heart was confused, and the rest was full of worry, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He glanced at the successive belts.A length of red string was exposed, and the jade pendant was hidden in the belt.It was Xue Qiaozhi's relic, and he carried it with him all the time.

He felt a little unhappy, but it was a pity that he insisted on doing this one after another, and he was helpless.He didn't dare to force him to take it off, so he could only persuade himself to relax.

But he is broad-minded, and Wen Feng's narrow-minded narrow-mindedness is filled with jealousy and panic.

Fang Xiu secretly slandered, the senior brother had a deep scheming heart, his emotions and anger were invisible, and he had never seen his face so dark in so many years.

If it hadn't been for Lao Bushi who cremated the corpse and brought it here, the brother would definitely whip the corpse to vent his hatred.

However, the atmosphere between Senior Brother and Succession was cold, which he liked to hear.

"Xiao Qu'er, if you are in a bad mood, shall I take you out to relax?"

Shaking his head one after another: "There is nothing I want to go. It's nothing, I'm going back to my room."

After entering, he closed the door gently.There was a muffled sound, and all the intentions of rejection were isolated from the room.

He walked to the table and sat back on the bench, resting his arms and jaw, and sighed sullenly.

Ever since he learned about Yang Ning's matter a few days ago, it might have something to do with the Wuya Demon Lord who controls the Demon Sect, he knew that revenge can only depend on himself.

But his cultivation base is too low, he can't even touch a corner of Venerable Nascent Soul's clothes.

It's even better now, Master doesn't even allow him to practice.

During this period of time, Master's attitude towards him has been very cold, it can be seen that this time, he completely angered Master.

I don't know if he will be expelled from the division after a while.

He was no longer the second-generation ancestor who acted recklessly, who wanted the wind to get the wind and the rain to get the rain, and ran amok.

After being bored for a while, he got up and left the room quickly.

Now the master no longer cares about him, Lingyuan Peak, and even Qiantianzong, can walk around at will - he has completely become a low-level monk that no one cares about.

Walking to the mountain gate of Huantian Peak, he was stopped outside without any surprise by Huantian disciples guarding the gate.

"Want to see the peak master?" The guard disciple sneered, "Huantian peak master can be seen by any Golden Core cultivator if he wants to?"

He glanced contemptuously at his fellow disciple who was wearing the Lingyuan Taoist robe in front of him, wondering if there was something wrong with his mind.

He shook his hand: "Stop daydreaming, let's go."

They lowered their eyes and cupped their hands one after another, and said again: "Brother, please let me know, just say Lingyuan Fenglu..."

"It doesn't matter who you are." The disciple guarding the gate looked impatient, "Except for the three lords of Lingyuan Peak, whoever comes, the peak master will not be seen."

Feeling helpless one after another, I rummaged through the Qiankun bag for a while.

"Brother please hand this over to Peak Master Huantian."

The gatekeeper disciple took it with a look of disgust, and glanced at it casually: "What is this? If it's some broken copper, I won't present it for you, you take it back yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze in place, even his hands trembling slightly.

"What?" Seeing such a strange reaction from the same door, the guard disciple on the other side of the mountain gate couldn't help but took a few steps and leaned over to have a look.

He opened his mouth wide in an instant.

After a while, the two recovered from the fright, their haughty expressions changed instantly, and their attitude was almost obsequious: "My junior brother, are you going to Chensu Hall by yourself, or shall we lead you there?"

One after another: "I can go by myself, don't bother senior brother."

Just two steps away, someone stopped him: "Junior brother, the peak master ordered you to take it, we dare not touch this thing."

Thank you with a smile one after another, take back the peak master's order of Daoist Huantian, and move forward again.

There was an enthusiastic guiding voice behind him: "Go straight along the road, the top of the mountain is there."

Two other people murmured vaguely along the wind: "How could he not find the Chensu Hall. He can even live in it."

One after another, with their heads lowered slightly, they walked along the wide and smooth stone-slab mountain road to the residence of Daojun Huantian.

The avenue is bustling with people.There were already many monks in Huantian Peak, and after the battle of Cangwu Sect, they recruited many disciples, and now their power is even greater.The number of monks under the sect far exceeds that of many second-rate sects.

Just as Xingyan Mojun said, Qiantianzong only has three peaks: Huantian, Lingyuan, and Danxia.It's just that Danxia Peak's medical practitioners are not good at fighting, and the Sovereign Qiantian is in charge of miscellaneous affairs, and Taoist Lord Huantian and Taoist Juechen have the final say on the main matters.

Suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of him, blocking the way.

Looking up, Xu Wan stood in front of her and waved her hand in greeting: "I just heard someone say that I saw a disciple of Lingyuan Peak on the road. I guess it was you. Come and have a look, and it really is."

She smiled playfully: "Look for the peak master, I will take you there."

"No, you are busy with your work. At this time, shouldn't you practice swords?"

Xu Yuan said bluntly: "Do you think it's more rewarding if I take you to meet the peak master now, or is it more rewarding to practice swords?"

One after another, I heard it in a cloud of mist.If it is him, choose to practice swords.

After explaining a few words to the fellow students beside her, Xu Wan followed him to the top of the mountain.

The two chatted while walking, and said one after another: "It seems that you are doing well in Huantian Peak."

The situation of being squeezed out and isolated during the questioning of Yuanfeng did not happen again.

"That's natural." Xu Wanzhi's complacent expression showed a hint of loneliness, "Thank you, I am now qualified to meet the peak master directly. I don't know how many people from the same sect are trying to curry favor with me."

They smiled lightly one after another: "That's because you are talented and have a high level of cultivation. What does it have to do with me?"

"You." Xu Wan sighed in her heart, this little fool still didn't understand, he didn't understand the deep affection of the peak master for him.

She jokingly said: "Peak Master has been in a bad mood for the past few days, and he doesn't see anyone in Chensu Hall. What did you do to him?"

"What can I do to Peak Master Huantian?" Successively, he was puzzled, "I haven't seen Peak Master Huantian in the past few days."

"That's why the peak master didn't see you the few times he went to Lingyuan Peak. No wonder he was unhappy."

The delicately sculpted face was even more dazed.He locked himself in the room all the time and didn't take a step out.Huantian Peak Master went to see Master, what does it have to do with him.

Xu Wan said with a playful smile: "You took the initiative to find the peak master. I don't know if the peak master is in a happy mood or more annoyed later."

They kept silent one after another.He also didn't know how Peak Master Huantian would react to his request.

The two soon arrived at the Chensu Palace, where the magnificent fairy palace was set against the luxuriant and emerald golden silk forest, and the golden roof glowed with golden brilliance, majestic and luxurious.

It feels that the scale has expanded a lot compared to the last time I came.

The disciples in front of the hall had heard the news a long time ago, and respectfully bowed one after another, and the long-awaited relatives led them around the main hall one after another, and walked into the peak master's residence in the back hall.

"The peak master is waiting in the bedroom, Junior Brother Lu, please go at your own pace."

Entering Daoist Huantian's bedroom for the first time one after another, he opened the door more carefully and respectfully than before.

The spacious nine-room hall is luxurious and elegant, with a bit of sword spirit and chilling.

The smoke of cold incense lingered in the room, and the master of Huantian Peak curled one leg and stretched the other, leaning on the bench by the window with a big knife and a golden horse, in a domineering and arrogant posture.

The thin shirt he was wearing casually, the long hair that fell naturally without a bun, and the delicate eyebrows with a slightly bookish atmosphere, diluted the three points of arrogance and added three points of gentleness and elegance.

He raised his hands one after another, but before he could salute, he was interrupted: "Sit."

Where to sit?

He glanced around, the room was large and the stools were far away.To talk to each other, the only place to sit is the bench.

Just stand still.

Daoist Huantian looked at him silently for a few breaths, his piercing eyes still sent chills down his spine.

After a while, he raised his mouth and sneered a little sarcastically: "Why do you think of taking the initiative to come to me today?"

One after another, he was slightly startled. Just now Xu Wan said that the peak master was in a bad mood these days, so he felt that the word "very" should be added.

Daoist Huantian was in a very bad mood.

In the past few days, Master has been in a bad mood and has a cold attitude, and he feels that Daoist Huantian is exactly the same.

"The disciple came here today to ask for something..."

Qingyue's voice sneered: "Disciple? Ask? Are you asking me for something, the way I should speak?"

They lowered their eyes one after another, not knowing how to respond.

What should I say then?

There was another dull moment between the two.

Daoist Huantian sighed silently, and his tone softened a bit: "How do you talk to Ling Chengze on weekdays?"

He half-lidded his eyes again, glanced at the piece of red string exposed from the belt one after another, and said in a low voice, "And... how did he talk."

Gradually know that this "he" refers to Xue Qiaozhi.

If he treated Huantian Peak Master the same way he treated Xue Qiaozhi, he might walk out of Chensu Hall alive today.

Daoist Huantian sighed helplessly, and his attitude softened a bit: "Tell me, what's the matter."

"Stand over here, what are you doing so far away from me?"

Walked up to him one after another: "I want to ask Taoist Huantian to guide me in swordsmanship. You have also said before that you are willing to teach me unique Taoism."

Daoist Huantian looked at him suspiciously: "Why do you suddenly want to learn from me?"

Didn't you always refuse on weekdays?

"I also said that you can't practice your sword anymore. I can teach you spells, but you have to tell me the reason."

One after another, the same sentence: "The cultivation base is too weak, I have lost face to the master."

"Who did you hear that from?" Daoist Huantian frowned, with a fierce anger, "Who dares to talk to you like that?"

The thin lips were slightly raised, but no sound was made.

"Don't you have Wenfeng's sword on you? Next time who dares to say that, kill him directly. Or tell me who it is, and I will kill him for you."

Qingyue's voice paused: "Spells need spiritual support. You don't have enough spiritual power in your sea of ​​qi. Forcibly casting spells will hurt your meridians. I'll teach you when your cultivation reaches the middle-level Golden Core."

After a few moments of silence, he said slowly, "I don't know Peak Lord Huantian, can you give me a pill to enhance my cultivation?"

Daoist Huantian immediately noticed something was wrong: "The erysipelas on your body has not completely dissipated, it is impossible for Wenfeng not to tell you."

"You wanted to improve your cultivation, but Wenfeng refused, so you came to me?" Qingxiu frowned: "What happened, that you are suddenly so anxious to improve your cultivation?"

The other party was silent, he looked at the person carefully, and thought for a while: "You want revenge? Didn't Ling Chengze kill him already?"

After thinking for a while, it suddenly dawned on me: "The blood sect is not really behind the scenes. There are people behind it."

Momen planned to end the matter here, but did not tell the truth.

But Ling Chengze knew about it, and informed him about it one after another.

Daoist Huantian laughed arrogantly a few times, and said mockingly: "One after another, you want me to teach you swordsmanship and spells, help you improve your cultivation, and then go to avenge... that person?"

The furious jealousy instantly boiled his blood: "One after another, where did you put the infatuation of this seat?"

Even if he knew that this cold white jade hadn't grown up, the so-called "peace at first sight" friendship, the sincerity of his enthusiasm for others and his indifference to himself were enough to make him jealous and resentful.

He laughed back angrily: "Which room do you prefer, my room or Wenfeng's room?"

One after another, she was silently bearing the wrath of Daoist Huantian with lowered eyebrows.

He didn't understand half of it, just like the couple who got married before.He knew that Master was very angry, but he didn't know why he lost his temper like that.

Master and Daoist Huantian were in a bad mood, and he knew that it might still have something to do with Xue Qiaozhi, but he couldn't figure out where they were angry.

He might really be out of his mind.

Daoist Huantian suddenly asked about the room, he became more and more confused, and had no idea what the other party meant.

"Master's room and Daoist Huantian's room have different styles and characteristics, regardless of grandeur, both..."

"Enough." Liu Chang sent a cold snort to interrupt the perfunctory answer, and in a fit of anger, he couldn't help but caressed Bai Yu's cheek, which he wanted to touch a long time ago.

"I can teach you swordsmanship and Taoism, and I can also give you the magic weapon you want, but I have conditions."

He breathed a sigh of relief, venting the passion and jealousy in his heart: "I want you to go to Wushan with me, right here and now."

The scorching touch made Li Yue extremely uncomfortable, and subconsciously wanted to turn sideways to avoid it.

But on the Liancang Mountain, the scene of encountering a demon appeared in front of his eyes by accident.

His aptitude is mediocre, and if he wants to become stronger, double cultivation with others is a shortcut, especially double cultivation with high-level powerful people.

Qing Jue frowned tightly, but did not move.

"It is my honor to be loved by the peak master."

The long fingers gently and hotly caressed the corners of the eyes and brows that were as warm as jade, and stopped all the way down to caress the thin lips.

Delicate brows and eyes are dim, and emotions are surging, but there is deep helplessness.

He had already confessed his heart completely in front of Lian Lian, Lian Lian still didn't understand.

He still has no way to retreat to the Taoyuan in his heart that has taken away all his heart and soul, and he dare not enter.

Lovesickness has no place to complain, and shallow lovers don't know. (*)

Liu Changji let out a long sigh, suppressed the burning fire, and reluctantly withdrew his hand slowly.

"Your mood is impetuous and it is difficult to calm down. At this time, it is very easy to go crazy and damage your heart. Don't practice until your impetuous mood calms down."

"Qin Shi came to look for you." He got up from the bench, lowered his eyelids halfway, "Let's go, I'll take you back to Lingyuan."

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: I completely offended Master.

Master: Vinegar fire max.

2.

Xu Wan: Peak Lord is in a bad mood.

One after another: It's very bad, but what does it matter to me?

srds, still vaguely aware of the situation seems to be wrong.