"Ku Liu, You Feng, and Jun Cong and City Lord Yan, it's a coincidence that we met again." Yang Ming slightly raised his lips, and his smile showed the pleasure of seeing his friends.
He turned his head to look at Lu Yuan, who was leading the way, and said with a serious expression, "Junior Brother Lu must take good care of the disciples in this sect."
Lu Yuan responded subconsciously, "Yes."
After answering, Lu Yuan was subconsciously embarrassed.
After not seeing him for three years, Yangming's majesty is even stronger. Lu Yuan feels that if Senior Brother Yangming is standing with his master, he must be more like a leader than his unreliable master.
Shen Jiulu waited for him to finish speaking before greeting him, "Senior Brother Yangming."
Yang Ming looked at the sinking Jiuliu, frowning slightly: "Why haven't you seen for three years, you have lost so much weight."
The breath on his body is also colder, as if he can drift away from the mundane world at any time.
Shen Jiulu knew that he was caring about him, and a heat flowed in his heart, his eyebrows and eyes were a little gentle: "I'm just too focused on my cultivation, which makes my senior brother worry."
Yang Ming glanced at him disapprovingly, and warned carefully, "You must not do this in the future, you must pay more attention to your body."
"Okay." Shen Jiulu replied happily.
Yun Youfeng smiled and said, "It seems that Brother Jiu Liu is still listening to Senior Brother Yang Ming's advice. I've known him for so long, and I haven't seen him listen to me much."
Yan Fei suddenly interjected: "He is Aiwu Jiwu."
The air was suddenly silent, and the faces of several people froze.
Yan Fei seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, her face turned pale, and she hid from behind towards Ling Jun.
Everyone here knows who she refers to by the 'house'. That is Rong Xian. The most special piece of white moonlight in everyone's heart is the wound they can't touch in their hearts. of suffocation.
Ling Juncong was in a trance, and when he saw Yan Fei's shrinking appearance, he sighed in his heart and changed the subject to help her: "Senior Brother Yangming, are you here with Sister Sixin?"
Yang Ming didn't want Yan Fei's family to be too embarrassed, so he cooperated and said, "The master is with us, but he and the other chiefs were outside and did not come in."
Lu Yuan cupped his hands towards him, and said sincerely: "Xuanhua Mountain is a great favor, I, Yuxiaomen, will keep it in mind. If we can survive this catastrophe, Yuxiaomen will definitely send favors."
Yang Ming replied with a salute: "Junior Brother Lu is serious."
At this time in the hall, Anyang spent his spittle to tell Chongguang the news and guesses he had obtained, and asked expectantly: "Master, how is it? Have you ever wondered why the Demon Gate is not besieging other houses, but why? To besiege us?"
Chongguang looked at his apprentice with a serious face, and Anyang became nervous subconsciously. He asked, "We have a baby in our sect?"
Chongguang shook his head: "No."
"The legendary artifact?" Anyang continued.
Chongguang glanced at his disciple in surprise, his eyes seemed to be mentally retarded: "That's definitely not true, if there was, it wouldn't be the magic cultivator's turn to be so arrogant, the teacher himself couldn't help jumping out first They solved it."
"What's the reason for that?" Anyangchou's hair was turning white.
Chongguang saw that Tu'er worried all the wrinkles on his forehead, and his hair was falling out. He finally had a good heart and said in a heavy tone: "Teacher, I thought about it for the teacher."
Anyang looked happy and hurriedly asked, "What is it?"
"Shanmen Station." Chongguang said word by word.
Anyang looked confused, what? what do you say
Chongguang said with a heartache on his face: "Those magic cultivators must have taken a fancy to our feng shui treasure land of Yuxiaomen, so they only besieged and did not attack, for fear of destroying the arrangement inside, they are waiting for us to admit defeat and surrender. , and then seized this place without abolishing one soldier and one soldier. It's really a concerted effort. Tuer, you say... Tuer, where are you going, my teacher hasn't finished talking yet."
Just as Chongguang was talking, he turned his head and saw his apprentice walk out of the hall without looking back.
Chongguang: It's really unfilial!
Anyang, who walked out of the hall, tried his best to suppress the blue veins on his forehead, his expression blank.
He already knew that the master was unreliable, so why did he go up to seek abuse.
It's really hard for the master to talk nonsense in a serious manner there, and the magic cultivator has taken a fancy to the residence of Yuxiaomen? This is really a big joke.
If they liked it, they would have come to grab it long ago, how could the Yuxiao Sect be passed down for thousands of years.
Besides, why does Momen want Yuxiaomen's territory
This place is not suitable for the cultivation of magic cultivators, and the geographical location is spacious and conspicuous. The creatures of the magic cultivators who wish to build their nests underground can come and grab the territory here, and their brains are flooded.
Anyang rubbed his forehead in distress. It seemed that there was nothing the master could ask.
That's right, the master didn't worry about anything except eating, drinking, and having fun all day, and doing things twice a day. The past dynasties were in charge, and Yuxiaomen was not defeated by his master. It was really a blessing from the ancestors.
Outside Yuxiao Gate, Rong Xian, who was already close to Yuxiao Gate, finally stopped.
"Palace Master, do you have any orders?" Niu Yan leaned forward and asked diligently.
Rong Xian closed her eyes slightly, her mind turned, and the invisible sword energy was depicting something in the air.
When she opened her eyes, the sword qi suddenly disappeared.
Rong Xian stretched out her right hand, and the rune depicted in mid-air rushed into her hand and turned into a talisman.
She handed the talisman to Niu Yan, and said casually, "Give it to the sect master at dawn tomorrow, don't stop after that, just come back."
Niu Yan carefully put away the talisman and replied with a smile, "Yes, Hall Master Hellebore can rest assured, his subordinates will definitely handle it."
Rong Xian raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Of course I don't worry about you doing things, if you can't do it..."
She glanced at Ah Jin, who was twisting around on the ground, and said in disgust, "I'll give Xiao Jin to you."
Niu Yan: He will complete the task even if he dies.
Ah Jin: Snakes should not change owners frequently, because frequent owner changes make snakes lose weight.
After Niu Yan left, Sun Tianyou looked at the gloomy black clouds in front of him, and he knew that they were all magic cultivators.
Sun Tianyou asked worriedly: "Palace Lord Hellwood, do we want to go?"
Rong Xian said meaningfully: "I can't go there for now. I have to wait for someone and leave tomorrow."
"Yes, Hall Master." Sun Tianyou replied.
He didn't ask any further questions, instead he took something out of the ring, and swiftly set up a small tent, which was small but complete.
On the mahogany table is the hot water that has just been boiled, the spices in the incense burner are slowly burning, a medical book is carefully placed on the soft cave, and the thick quilt is spread on the soft cave.
Rong Xian was already used to Sun Tianyou's behavior, and she ignored Sun Tianyou and was busy with her own business.
She waved her sleeves and threw it away, and a stone half the size of a person immediately appeared on the ground.
Rong Xian looked down at the stone for a moment, her fingertips condensed sword energy, she squatted down and gently carved something on it.
After Sun Tianyou put the cup away, he wondered at Rong Xian's strange behavior: "Hall Master, what are you doing?"
Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled, and she said in a tone that couldn't hear happiness or anger: "I'm carving a tombstone."
Sun Tianyou asked subconsciously, "Who is it for?"
The corner of Rong Xian's mouth was slightly raised, and the smile was very subtle: "I think it's probably for 'me'."
Rong Xian: There is a grave in my heart ()
(End of this chapter)