The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

"The disciples of the main peak can manage the affairs of the peak, but Sect Master Qiantian often has to communicate with other sects. A golden core monk must not."

Everyone unanimously opposed having a Jindan as the Sovereign of Qiantian.

The master of Danxia Peak said again: "How about this, Juechen, the three Nascent Souls under your Lingyuan Peak sect, let Fang Xiu or Qin Shi take the place of suzerain temporarily..."

"I won't do odd jobs." Fang Xiu interrupted him with a cold snort.

"Just name it for the time being, and when there is a suitable candidate in the future..."

Fang Xiu sneered and turned his head away, not wanting to waste his time saying it a second time.He will not be the suzerain of heaven.

If it wasn't for being unable to persuade one after another, he would have left Yantian Realm with his people long ago.

"Qin Shi, look..."

Qin Shi smiled indifferently, and there was a hint of contempt in the politeness of a gentleman: "My qualifications are hundreds of years behind the seniors on the main peak. I am a junior, how can I surpass my seniors and become the peak master of the main peak. "

"What's more, Master is the master of Lingyuan Peak, and I can't be the master of Qiantian."

Peak Lord Danxia had no choice but to turn to Daoist Huantian: "Huantian, how about you take over the Sect Master Tian?"

Daoist Huantian glanced at Juechen: "I am as concerned about Wenfeng's wedding as he is. I have no time to manage other affairs."

"However," he sneered and blocked everyone's mouths, "if Qiantianzong is renamed Huantianzong, I can think about it for a while."

The crowd can only turn a deaf ear.

Ask Peak Master Yuan to propose: "Danxia, ​​why don't you be the suzerain?"

"Oh, how can I do it." Danxia Peak Master shook his head one after another, "Once the doctor starts alchemy, he can't be interrupted in the middle. Often he can't get out of the alchemy room for ninety-nine or eighty-one days."

"The suzerain is busy with affairs, and I can't take over. Besides, I'm not good at fighting than them, no, no, why don't you come to be the suzerain?"

The Master of Wenyuan Peak shook his head: "Wen Yuanfeng has less than [-] disciples, and its popularity is far inferior to Huantian and Lingyuan. It is also difficult for me to convince the crowd as the suzerain."

At the same time, the two turned their gazes to Peak Master Liedi.

The master of Liedi Peak stroked the goatee, without saying a word.

After a while, Danxia Peak Master said: "Linquan, why don't you sit in this seat?"

The peak master of Liedi pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "You all don't want to, so I can only take the place of the suzerain temporarily. In the future, there will be disciples under the main peak's sect breaking through the Nascent Soul, and he will be the one."

Qian Tianzong elected a new suzerain, and the monks in the hall returned to their peaks.

After hearing about this result in the garden pavilion of Chenfeng Palace, they blinked in disbelief.

Now the three Yantian sects are so powerful that they almost divide the entire Taoist sect.Why is it that the position of the suzerain is like a hot potato, and everyone is eager to get rid of it.

"It's not that no one wants to be the suzerain of Qiantian." Wen Feng chuckled, "The key is that the weight of this position does not lie in the position of suzerain itself, but depends on who sits on it."

Qin Shi continued: "Although the master is not the suzerain, the status of the master of Lingyuan Peak has always been above the suzerain."

Nodding one after another, indicating that he understands.

Regardless of whether it is the peak master or the suzerain, it is just a name.The real thing to look at is the strength of the disciples and oneself.

"In the past, there were more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks in the Twelve Peaks of Qiantian. Now it is difficult to find another one."

"It's not a good thing when the twelve peak masters are around." Wen Feng gently stroked the ulna of his wrists, and a glint of coldness flashed across his eyes, "There are too many peak masters. When monks choose the mountain gate, they should It will be difficult to choose.”

"Although we know which peak masters are real talents and which ones have false names. It's a pity that ordinary monks don't know, and they are easily deceived by fame-seekers and mistakenly cast themselves in the mountain gate."

"In the past, there was not a big difference in the number of monks in the Twelve Peaks of Qiantian. In the eyes of outsiders, they would mistakenly think that Lingyuan Peak and Xiulin Peak, who are both sword cultivators, are of equal strength."

A stern smile appeared on the corner of Wenfeng's mouth: "Lingyuan Peak is enough for Qiantianzong's sword cultivating orthodoxy. There is really no need for Xiulin and Liedi to exist."

"As for Huantian Peak... Changji's realm is advanced, and I've always been happy to have him as a close friend."

Qian Tianzong lost so many peak masters, and the only choices for sword repairers were Lingyuan and Huantian.In the future, other sect disciples will switch to Qiantian, or new monks will become disciples, and these are the only two choices.

After Qian Tianzong changed from twelve peaks to six peaks, Lingyuan and Huantian developed at a much faster rate than before.

Earlier, the demon king attacked a Taoist sect and wiped out a group of second- and third-rate sects.

At the Tianxuan Conference again, Demon Monarch Wuya asked Zhang Jun'an to kill many Taoist Nascent Souls—all of them were helping Lingyuan Peak.

They glanced at Wenfeng one after another, maybe Wu Ya was thinking of helping him while setting up the stage to watch the show.

He said indifferently: "Peak Lord Liedi has now become the Sect Master of Qiantian. In the future, when other monks choose the immortal sect, more people will worship him."

Wen Ya Langyin smiled contemptuously: "He really has that idea in mind."

"When everyone was discussing who should be the suzerain of Qiantian, Taoist Linquan kept silent and didn't say anything. In fact, he was waiting for someone to recommend him. After finally waiting for Danxiazi to call him suzerain, he pretended to hesitate for a moment, then Promise."

"He overestimated himself so much that he was stupid."

One after another, the handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

Qin Shi explained from the side: "With his insignificant ability, if he suddenly takes over the main peak, the disciples of the suzerain will not accept him, and there will be many troubles, which he can't handle."

"The monks of Liedi Peak and the monks of the main peak used to be indifferent, but now they suddenly became the disciples of the same peak master. The two groups will fight each other for power."

"However, Taoist Linquan has changed from the peak master to the suzerain, and his status has not changed in any way, but it is easy to have the illusion of self-righteousness, mistakenly thinking that he can order other peak masters of the Qiantian sect."

"He has reached the peak of his own cultivation. Seeing that the suzerain is dead, he thinks he can take advantage of the opportunity to steal the longan. Now the whereabouts of the longan are unknown, and he is looking for it everywhere, burning with anxiety."

The sinister smile under Qin Shi's gentlemanly demeanor was fully revealed: "He will be the next one to go crazy in his practice."

Listening silently one after another to the master's sect, chatting and mockingly asserting the life and death of others, the feeling in my heart is hard to describe.

The peak master Liedi is indeed looking for his own death, but these major matters of power struggle have nothing to do with him, and he is not interested.

Moreover, I couldn't get in the conversation.

He is still the same as before, a low-level Jindan with a low cultivation base and a soft-spoken person.

There has not been any change because of Juechen Daojun's ineffective apprentice to his Taoist companion.

***

"Jiufang Cicada Jianfeng, Dongling Daojun's birthday?"

Finally someone was able to lead Wenfeng's donkey out of Lingyuan Peak for a few days. This is probably the best news I have heard in the past month.

Yayin smiled lightly: "He and I have been in touch for a long time, and you have met several times."

Nodding one after another, the venerable greeted Wenfeng warmly several times, and even asked his name, he had an impression.

Thin lips raised slightly: "Respectfully send Master out of the mountain."

Wen Feng gently pinched the tip of his tall nose: "My Xu, of course I want to travel with my teacher."

They were stunned for a moment.

Wen Feng couldn't help laughing, and suddenly picked him up: "Wherever I go, don't even try to escape."

The two got on the flying car and headed for Jiufangzong.

On the way, Wenfeng explained to him in detail - saying that it was his birthday, Taoist Dongling only invited a few Venerable Yuanying who had been friends with him on weekdays, and held a few private banquets.

The venerables usually live in one side, and every once in a while, they will find some reason to get together, talk about the Tao, and sometimes compete with swords.

Wen Feng suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I only know your age from the bone age, not your exact date of birth."

He smiled lightly and shook his head one after another: "I don't know either. Ordinary people on the second floor of Yantian are precarious, and most of them have short lives. No one deliberately memorizes the four pillars. The calendar is also different from that of the first and third floors of cultivation."

"You didn't ask me?"

A monk has a long lifespan, and age is meaningless, but the horoscope of birth date can be used to calculate destiny, or cast spells, so outsiders must never know.

Even if they celebrate their birthdays, they will deliberately choose a special day for breaking the boundary, crossing the catastrophe, or taking the Dao, not the real birthday.

One after another, I never thought of asking Wenfeng's four pillars.

"This day, this moment."

Wen Feng slowly wrote down his birth date in Guangrun's palm: "Remember it well, if I find out that I forgot it,"

He teased lightly: "Don't blame me for punishing you too hard."

Qing Jue looked at him with a smile from the tip of his eyes, his eyes were full of admiration and reverence.

Daoist Juechen is an unborn genius of cultivating Taoism, who has reached Nascent Soul at a young age.Although he has been the master of Lingyuan Peak for many years, his actual age is younger than many Jindan disciples under the sect of Da Neng.

The descendants of the Sen Luo Sword are all outstanding talents. For thousands of years, there may only be such a disgraceful master.

Jiufangzong is also more than half a day away from Qiantian.

With the setting sun on the west peak and the evening sun shining, the two arrived at Chanjian Peak.

Jiufang Mountain is not like Qianyuan Mountain, which has continuous and overlapping mountains.

Nine independent peaks rise from the ground, towering and steep, forming an embrace.The clouds are shining and fading, majestic and majestic.

The two got off the flying car at the Yujiantai of Chanjian Peak, and Daojun Dongling greeted them personally.

"Huantian just arrived, and you came just after I asked about you. Why didn't you two go together this time?"

Daoist Juechen smiled without saying a word, looking at Succession with meaning.

Dong Ling Daojun laughed and joked: "There are new people, but forget the old ones."

"Speaking of which, at the Tianxuan Conference the year before last, I saw you in the Cangwu Sect, a talented and talented disciple, and I was so envious. You are the most blessed, Juechen, to hold such a beautiful woman in your arms and love you day and night."

He talked all the way about his envy for Taoist Juechen, and said that he also wanted to find a peerless and beautiful concubine to spoil him, but unfortunately, he had never seen such a pleasing concubine.

One after another, they lowered their eyes halfway to the side, and frowned slightly when they heard it.

This Daoist Dongling is a lustful person, who sings and sings every night, loves countless concubines and spoils him countless times.

He played with those beautiful monks as objects of flirting, and his vulgar words made him very displeased.

Daoist Dongling led them to a side hall, the door of which was wide open, and from a distance one could hear the chaotic and floating sounds of five tones and six rhythms, and a singer with a charming voice was singing a love song.

After entering the hall, the scene in the hall became even more chaotic.Many monks hugged left and right, and the scene was comparable to Qin Lou Chu Pavilion.

Daoist Juechen treated his lover calmly as if there was nothing, and took his lover into the seat.

Gritting his teeth secretly one after another, he finally understood today where the moves of the well-dressed beast Wen Feng came from.

Seeing Taoist Juechen coming, all the venerables got up one after another, greeted him and toasted him.

Daoist Dongling's private banquet invited very few guests, only a few familiar Taoists.

Taoist Juechen has friendship with them, but he still only drinks tea, not alcohol.

Sitting at the side with downcast eyes one after another, listening to several people congratulating them on their happy marriage and saying that they will go to Lingyuan to attend the wedding ceremony in two months, he would occasionally say a word or two, but nothing else.

At this time, a slightly familiar female voice offered tea to Taoist Juechen, and then walked up to Lianhe: "I also offer you a cup. Are you drinking, or drinking tea like Senior Brother Juechen?"

He raised his eyes to look at each other one after another, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "Senior Luo is drinking wine, how can this junior have the nerve to drink tea?"

He poured a glass of wine: "This glass of wine should be my respect to my seniors, and I should do it first."

Luo Yexue smiled arrogantly, said nothing, but sent a voice transmission to him privately: "You are still so good at talking, you are cute."

After drinking, he went back to sit down beside the Nine Fang Sect Master, and did not do anything else.

He quietly glanced at where she was sitting one after another.

She is the concubine of the suzerain of Jiufang, not the official wife of the Taoist couple.

The Jiufang Sect Master has another Taoist companion, a plain-looking female cultivator, not as beautiful as Luo Yexue.

In addition, there are two concubines, Chunlan and Qiuju, each with their own unique charms, but they still think that she is the most beautiful.

One after another, I feel a little bit emotional, Luo Yexue's heart belongs to Fang Xiu, but it's a pity that Luo Hua intends to be ruthless.

Knowing that she was hopeless, she simply married the powerful Jiufang Sect Master who she didn't love, and treated her as his concubine in order to seek power.

Nine Fang Sect Master is not in love with her, but just because of her beauty.

The two seem to be in harmony with each other, but she also got her wish.It's just that I don't know whether I am satisfied or dissatisfied with my current life.

Several venerables all have beauty in their arms, but only one of them is incompatible with sensuality.

Huantian Daojun sat alone at the table, with a cold and arrogant expression, he didn't take a look at the charming singer and dancer.

Daoist Dongling suddenly joked: "Huantian, Juechen, you two used to have no prostitutes and concubines, and you could have a companion while drinking. Now Juechen has a Taoist partner, Huantian, when are you going to find one? "

"Whether the two of you break through the tribulation, or become the peak master, the time before and after is almost the same. Juechen's wedding banquet is two months away, isn't it good news for you, Huantian?"

Daoist Huantian poured a glass of wine alone, looked at each other and said, "I already have my own heart."

"Really? Then why didn't you bring someone with you today to show everyone. I'm curious as to what kind of beauty you're looking for."

Daoist Huantian's eyes were tightly locked, and he smiled coldly: "A moment of carelessness, a chess mistake, and someone snatched it first."

Hearing these words, the faces of the venerables at the banquet froze suddenly.

Someone dares to grab what Huantian likes?

Daoist Dong Ling coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment, and immediately smoothed things over: "There are no grasses anywhere in the world. You are profound, powerful and powerful, and many people want to climb your bed."

"What do you like, I'll help you find a few."

Daoist Huantian drank a glass of mulled wine, and took another glass.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "There is only the wind and the moon in my heart, and lovesickness is hard to get rid of." (*1)

Daojun Dongling was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question.

At this time, a concubine next to him raised his glass and said to Lord Huantian: "I admire you the most for such an infatuated person like Taoist Huantian."

"The concubine is offering a cup to the Daoist Lord."

Daoist Huantian shifted his eyes from Lianlian's face to her, glanced casually, and accepted her glass of wine.

Juechen watched complacently from the side, bragging one after another in his arms, and kissed deeply.

Huantian's face darkened obviously, and he glanced at him sullenly, then drank a glass of dull wine alone.

Successively expressionless, pushing people away with indifference, the domineering second generation ancestor of the Yantian Realm didn't even give face to his backer.

The corners of Taoist Juechen's mouth rose, "Drink with me."

"You don't drink tea..."

"I want you to drink with me."

After the two drank a few glasses, seeing that he was still pouring wine, they hurriedly stopped him one after another: "Master, please drink less."

The three of his disciples don't drink a drop of alcohol on weekdays, once they drink a drop, it's hard to let go until they get drunk.

The most important thing is that the alcohol capacity is not good, and the wine quality is also extremely poor.

After drinking a little, he began to act like a drunkard, talking nonsense and moving his hands and feet.

Wen Feng seemed to be slightly drunk at the moment, he held him tightly in his arms, refused to listen to persuasion, and insisted on continuing to drink.

In the banquet hall full of luxury and luxury, several venerables hugged left and right in a somewhat dissolute manner, with five tones and six rhythms.

He rubbed his eyebrows blankly one after another, he is not drunk yet, and he has started to have a headache again.

Luo Yexue stood up suddenly and bowed to the venerables: "I'm too strong to drink, so I'll take my leave first."

Fairy Yu Xiao who had just made a toast to Daoist Huan Tian also stood up: "I'm also too weak to drink, so I'll go back to my room first. All venerables, please drink to your heart's content."

One after another hurriedly followed, saying that he and Taoist Juechen were a little drunk, so they went back to the room to rest first.

Daoist Dongling looked at him with ambiguous eyes, and said with a playful smile: "The room has prepared commonly used things for fun, if you need anything else, just ask the servants."

One after another, he secretly scolded the old bastard in his heart, raised the corner of his mouth and said in thanks: "Thank you, Daoist Dongling."

Turning his head, his eyes sank for an instant, and a sharp dark light flashed, and he helped Taoist Juechen back to his residence.

The chaotic atmosphere in the banquet hall made him suffocate, and he took a deep breath after returning to his room.

He helped Wenfeng, who was hugging him tightly, to the side of the bed, and sighed helplessly: "Master, I will bathe and change clothes for you."

"I'm not drunk." Wen Feng kissed Liang's thin lips fiercely, and he couldn't wait to peel off his clothes, his movements were more violent than before.

He tried his best to hold down his restless hand one after another, and said indifferently, "You are drunk. Go take a bath first."

Suddenly he heard a snort, and looked up, the corner of the other party's mouth was raised high, with a smirk that succeeded in malice: "Do you pretend to look like it?"

He looked sober, not half drunk.

Qingyan's eyes widened in an instant, and she realized that she was being teased by him again.

Wen Feng explained with a smirk: "Although I don't usually drink alcohol, there is a way to instantly dissipate the alcohol in my blood. As long as I don't want to get drunk, no matter how much I drink, I will never get drunk."

There is nothing to say one after another, who told me that it would be fun to tease myself.

"Ah Xu, do you still remember?" Wen Feng embraced him again, undressed him, his movements were much gentler, "I asked you for a drink at Ouyang's house."

They nodded one after another.That was the first time he drank with Wenfeng, and that night he was drunk a lot by Wenfeng and others in turn.

Wen Feng picked him up and walked into the bathtub: "That day, I deliberately made you drink. I heard you say that you have a poor capacity for alcohol, so I wanted to get you drunk."

Helplessly sighed one after another.he knows.

These few people just want to see his funny appearance when he is drunk and making a fool of himself.Later, he was poured again by Qin Shi and Huantian Daojun.

"I want to get you drunk, and I can also pretend to be crazy by drinking, forcefully have sex with you, and occupy you that night."

They opened their eyes again one after another.

He never expected that Wenfeng would have such an idea.

What's more, he didn't expect that he would express his inner filth so frankly.

Does this hypocrite with a bright face know how to write the word "honesty and shame".

He vaguely remembered that night, when he got drunk, he stripped half of his clothes.

It really looks like it.

"My deep love and longing for you can't be suppressed even by myself. But you little fool, not only did you not realize my intentions at all, but you also mistakenly thought that there was someone else in my heart." Fingertips lifted the sharp jaw, " Who is talking nonsense in front of you? Changji? Xining?"

One after another expressionless: "Forgot."

He changed his words immediately: "You said it yourself."

The phoenix eyes shrunk slightly, looked at the beautiful face in front of her for a while, then raised her mouth and smiled: "Forget it. My little fool has never understood love in the world. Even if I open my heart in front of you, I will turn a blind eye."

"Fortunately, you finally know now."

"Axu," Di Lifeng's eyes reflected the brightest moonlight and galaxy in the Three Thousand Worlds, "From the first time I saw you, I have a deep-rooted love for you, and I can't extricate myself. No matter what kind of person I am, you can't leave me."

Wenfeng was going to force him to swear again.

One after another helplessly sighed: "I know you are a sinister, cunning, narrow-minded big devil. But you are my respected and admired master."

"Master?"

"My Taoist companion, Juechen Daojun, Wenfeng."

Until now, I don't understand the difference between respect, admiration, worship, and deep love.

But Daoist Juechen is the god in his heart, no matter he is an apprentice or a Taoist companion, he will always be by his side and never leave.

——The only situation where he doesn't stay with each other is when he succeeds in killing his master to prove the way, and becomes a villain who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors.

Wenfeng, this donkey is more tireless than the one pulling the mill at the entrance of the village.

He was tortured all night again, exhausted and in pain.

On the first day, go up to the sky, chasing away the stars and the waning moon. (*2)

Outside the room, Dongling Daojun's personal disciples reported across the door: Master invited Juechen Daojun to go to the Chanjian Pavilion to fold flowers and enjoy the scenery with the venerables, and talk about the Tao.

Wen Feng indulged in plundering in Taoyuan Fairyland, and whispered in his ear: "I will change your clothes for you."

Drowsy one after another, picked up the soft pillow and threw it directly at the person's face: "No! Go by yourself!"

Hearing the wind, he didn't dodge or dodge, let the attack hit his face, and smiled softly: "Then I'll go out for a while, and you have a good sleep."

Finally, someone was able to take the donkey away, and the hoarse and cold voice gritted his teeth: "Get lost!"

It is best to tie this donkey to the top of a tree, and never let him back.

Hearing the wind, his face was full of spring breeze, and he walked away with a high-spirited smile.

One after another, I drowsily catch up on sleep, and when I wake up, the sun is already high.After washing away the filth in his body and getting dressed, he stayed in the room for a while with nothing to do.

There is a strange spiritual pressure faintly outside the room, like a net as thin as a cicada's wings covering the room, it is difficult to detect if you don't pay attention.

Curious, he opened the door and walked out of the room.

The guest room is built on top of a mountain lake in Chanjian Peak. Opening the door is the clear water corridor bridge, intertwined with blue and crimson, reflecting under the sky.

The sky is high and the air is clear, the mountains and waters are dark and gloomy.

On the corridor bridge outside the gate, there is a tall figure standing beside the carved vermilion railing, as if leaning on the railing to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, suddenly looking back, the eyes of the two collided in an instant.

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*1 source network

*2 chant the first day

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: Every day I look forward to someone taking Wenfeng's donkey away.

Master: I go out and you have to go out too.

2.

Master's age is really young in the cultivation world.

Not old couple and young wife XD.

3.

I saw the group of (older) friends of the Master one after another.

One after another: tmd teaches bad children.

4.

Send some wax for Liu Chang.

Liu Changji: I really hate that I was born in Ah Jin.