Tang Wanqiu is not some kind of a lady who doesn't leave the door. Just before this lecture hall started, she traveled abroad alone for many years, and she had heard about the bad things about Bai Ji. This old ghost family is proficient in beasts The technique, and relying on the few large loaches they raised, almost half of the emperors in the West Taihang area. The old man married countless beautiful female cultivators and gave birth to more than ten children.
There is a saying that the essence is not expensive, and none of Bai Ji's more than ten children became talents. It was either an accidental fall or the lack of cultivation and exhaustion of lifespan. None of them lived like an old father who fell like a turtle in their day. Who did he give in.
It's like a real thing crying grandson now!
Could it be that he couldn't even count on his eyeballs, and he also counted on his eye sockets
Tang Wanqiu didn't get angry, and was about to choke, but the island owner waved his hand to stop her from continuing to rub the fire.
I just listened to the gentleman of the island master and said politely: "The disciples are young, they say nothing, and there are a lot of masters in the palace. Don't care about the juniors. I think it's more important to find Lingsun. This time, the names of all the people in the lecture hall are recorded in the book. , Ling Sun did not stay in the lecture hall, or he was curious for a while, and then felt that the cultivation method taught on the island was unattractive, and it was impossible to leave on his own - but since he has been here, someone must have seen it. If there is a portrait of Lingsun, I can send a disciple to help the White House master ask questions on the island."
After listening to Yan Zhengming, he was a little impressed by the belly of the island owner. As the head of his family, he was a half-way monk, and he often did some inappropriate things in his life. He only remembered regrets after each incident. He held Cheng Qian's wrist while dividing Listening, he said to Cheng Qian casually: "If someone makes a worm in our back mountain and water pool to make trouble, I will definitely not reason with them and fight it out, let alone help them find someone."
Cheng Qian didn't seem to hear the introspection and disapproval in Yan Zhengming's words, and he followed his voice and said, "It's time to fight."
Yan Zhengming glared at him. They usually gather true energy and exercise the meridians, and they can understand a little bit of pulse. He found out that Cheng Qian had an unexplained internal injury in addition to the flesh wound, and he was so angry that he slapped him hard behind the back. With a slap in the face, he said angrily, "If you don't adjust your breath, why is there so much nonsense?"
Cheng Qian: ""
What about conscience? He said a total of two words.
However, before he could refute, a warm current passed through Yan Zhengming's palm on his back, straight into his limbs, and turned around gently. Cheng Qian couldn't help but narrow his eyes, but his youthful heart , refused to admit the feeling of being taken care of by the senior brother was very ironic, and only muttered: "It's a lot of work."
Having said that, he finally let go of the hand that had been holding the frost blade all the way, concentrated his heart, and recited the Jingjing Sutra.
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The so-called don't hit the smiling person, let alone the smiling person of the level of the island owner, regardless of whether Bai Ji is sincere for his grandson or has ulterior motives, after listening to his words, it is not good to act too much. Reluctantly, he said politely: "Yes, please also ask the island owner to atone for his sins. All the old children have fallen, and only such a grandson with poor qualifications is left. It's true."
The island owner shook his head with his characteristic sad smile, and said generously: "It is human nature, and I will invite the portrait of Lingsun out, and let the disciples inquire more. The island is about to test the skills of the unskilled disciples, and if the White House Master is willing to take the time to give some pointers, it will be an inexhaustible blessing for them."
Not to mention Baiji's dignified westward palace lord, even if he is a donkey, the island lord will come along in a few words at this time.
Bai Ji lowered his head, and his eyes rolled a few times below. Because he was involuntarily taken away by the island owner, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious - the White House owner, who has traveled thousands of miles to the East China Sea, was not for his company. A grandson whose name has to be thought of for a while.
Cheng Qian closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, but he heard it from the beginning to the end. He had a kind of thing to catch all the clues and think about the bad, but at this time, he had already turned around several times in his heart, thinking: "It must not be so easy to end, otherwise Why did the island owner send someone to escort us away as soon as there was chaos on the island?"
What does the island owner know? Who is that sneaky Zhou Hanzheng? Are all the masked people with the surname Zhou? Why didn't the island owner find an excuse to kill that Zhou Hanzheng
Also, why did Tang Wanqiu warn them not to mention the Fuyao faction outside
Xueqing why
As soon as Cheng Qian thought of Xueqing, his heart turned upside down. Yan Zhengming, who was helping him to regulate his breath, immediately felt it. Seeing his face suddenly turned like golden paper, cold sweat soaked his temples, lest his internal injuries would be strange, and it would be difficult to keep his face straight again. He grabbed Cheng Qian and said in a low voice, "Xiao Qian, what's wrong?"
Cheng Qian felt extremely uncomfortable, but intuitively this was not a good time for their sect to be involved, so he swallowed the words alone, but said in a low voice, "Go back and tell you."
At this time, Bai Ji had no choice at the urging of the island owner. He had no choice but to point to the sky, and a light cloud of white smoke flew from his fingertips, and then a phantom of a real-life youth appeared in the air. The young man's face was blurred, floating in the air, with big eyes and small eyes for a while, but he didn't look like a person, so it could be seen that Bai Ji might not be able to remember what his "baby grandson" looked like.
Bai Ji's face was a little embarrassed, and he said reluctantly: "This is my inferior grandson. If you have seen him recently, Wan Wang will let you know."
The island owner glanced at Tang Wanqiu. Tang Wanqiu looked at the young man and shook his head solemnly.
The island owner said: "Okay, I will invite the image of Daoist Bai Xiao to the arena tomorrow. Whether it's the disciples, or the fellow cultivators in the lecture hall, you will naturally have a share when you see it. It's getting late today. Let's go to rest."
Seeing that the night attack on the West Palace became a powerful squib, all the disciples also wanted to put away their weapons.
At this time, the clinker is mutated and regenerated.
I saw a figure suddenly burst out, rushed straight towards Bai Ji, was swept away by Bai Ji, the mighty true essence, and hit a big tree with his back. The white robe is probably a loose cultivator, and his cultivation base is not very high. This time he knocked out half of his life. He used both hands and feet, and crawled towards Bai Ji step by step with blood marks, and shouted: "Palace Lord Help! White House! Lord, I, I know the young master!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked. After all, from the portrait that Bai Ji gave, it was impossible to recognize the mother when she came, let alone an irrelevant person.
Bai Ji just used the disappearance of his grandson as an excuse. Hearing this, he was shocked for a while. He immediately put away his coercion and instructed his followers to help the loose cultivator up. He also took two steps forward, pretending to be pleasantly surprised. He grabbed the loose cultivator's arm: "What, what did you say? Have you seen Yanli?"
Under the watchful eyes of the scattered cultivator, regardless of the man's gold under his knees, he knelt to the ground with a "pop" and cried bitterly, "Brother Bai has been killed, the next one must be my turn!"
The wrinkle between the island lord's brows deepened, and he stepped forward slightly and said, "What's your name? Are you also a fellow Taoist who is studying in the scripture hall? Don't rush to say it, I'll call someone to heal you first."
His words fell, and the Sanxiu's face was so frightened that he was so frightened that he crawled to hide behind Bai Ji, and couldn't help saying: "Palace Lord, help."
This attitude is to treat the island owner as a beast of a flood.
Although Bai Ji didn't know why, he vaguely sensed something, so he deliberately said loudly, "What's going on, tell me."
The two scattered cultivators were fighting, almost unable to stand upright, and shiveringly hid himself among the disciples of the westward palace, and then trembled: "We found out that there are people on this island who cultivate souls and cultivate ghosts. To start with those of us who have no bottom line, Brother Bai secretly told me that he would thoroughly investigate the matter, and then report it to the island owner, and as a result, he was sucked in by the ghost cultivator's soul-eating lamp."
How long can ordinary souls persist in refining without the ultimate cultivation base and the perseverance that is rare in the world? And once it is refined, it will never be supernatural, and the three souls and seven souls will become the puppets of others, not even reincarnated, and can only wait for the ashes to disappear. Hearing this, Bai Ji was finally aroused by a faint bloody feeling, and couldn't help but stunned.
Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Tang Wanqiu had already taken the lead and asked, "Who do you think that ghost repair is?"
Her voice was earth-shattering, and the Sanxiu screamed, and she sat on the ground with her buttocks in fright. Her whole body almost turned into an upside down. Kill me, Lord of the White House, save me!"
There are so many meanings in this sentence that Tang Wanqiu could understand it no matter how much he slammed it, and his broom brows immediately raised, "You said that the island owner is that soul-sucking ghost cultivator? It's just nonsense!"
However, apart from her, no one dared to be so righteous, and the disciples were nothing. Those scattered cultivators on the outskirts of Qinglong Island all exploded—isn't the ghost cultivator a ghost? Speaking of which, the island owner's face described as haggard and saddened is really no wonder he has been in seclusion all year round!
Think about it again, when Xianshi first opened, didn't the monks encounter a big ghost on the way across the East China Sea
Even in the magic way, ghost repair is a very cool and rare kind. It is unlikely that you will encounter one in eight hundred years.
Since it appeared nearby, the Great Demon Cultivator might not be a fellow of the great power on the island, or even the incarnation of a great power.
Tang Wanqiu couldn't bear it any longer and said, "What kind of rubbish are you? Even if the island master cultivates souls, is it your turn to be lowly cultivated people like you? Wouldn't it be better to arrest me?"
As soon as these words came out, the voices of the crowd suddenly fell. Tang Wanqiu was justified. With the ability of the master of Qinglong Island, it is not a problem to catch a Yuan cultivator. Loose repairs that do not enter the valve.
Tang Wanqiu couldn't speak, but it didn't mean his brain was unclear, so he immediately said again and again: "That boy, do you dare to sign up? Who is your name? What evidence is there to say that there are ghost Taoists on the island? Lectures on the scriptures. Church once every ten days, and the Daoist friends also communicated a lot in private. Could it be that no one will know if there is only one person out of thin air? Who are you sent to slander the island owner? Say it!"
Those who were a little more sensitive on the scene had already smelled the conspiracy at this time.
Cheng Qian had an ominous premonition, and he took the time to get rid of distracting thoughts and take the time to adjust his breath. He didn't care about the hustle and bustle of the crowd. He said he could enter into meditation, so Yan Zhengming had to silently protect the Dharma for him.
As long as Cheng Qian was not injured or bleeding, Yan Zhengming looked at his younger brother's blood-stained face, which became more jade-like because of his paleness, and there was always an illusion in his heart, as if Cheng Qian was an iron man.
The loose cultivator cries in hiding: "My cultivation is like an ant. If I don't have no way out, how can I dare to frame the Qinglong Island Lord? Am I going to die? You are naturally powerful. , whoever is missing will cause controversy, and who cares about the lives of us rootless loose cultivators?"
Tang Wanqiu seemed to want to raise his sword and stab him into a honeycomb right now: "Bah, one-sided words, what evidence is there?"
Loose cultivator said: "Of course there is. Brother Bai said that it was a coincidence that he saw the ghost of refining near the island owner's retreat, and there must be a soul-eating lamp there!"
Everyone immediately exploded the pot with a "boom".
It's unheard of, and the evidence says it doesn't say it.
Whether there is a Soul Eater or not, the island owner of Qinglong can't let others search the cave where he retreated and practiced.
That is the master of the world, the head of the Four Sages!
No matter how dazed Bai Ji was, he didn't dare to mention the matter of searching the island owner's cave mansion.
At this time, someone laughed loudly and said, "This fellow Taoist is full of words, is it possible that he wants to encourage everyone to rebel on Qinglong Island?"
Everyone looked back and saw that Zhou Han was leading his group of masked men like black crows over. These masked men were invisible when they were flying swords in the sky. - The ranks of these people are extremely tidy, and everyone's appearance is similar.
Yan Zhengming watched from the sidelines, and suddenly remembered that Zhou Han was instigating Cheng Qian to "worship under his door" in the lecture hall. Yan Zhengming couldn't help but speculate for a while, which school and where did the surnamed Zhou belong
As soon as Zhou Hanzheng raised his hand, all the masked people behind him stopped together, but no one took an extra step.
He opened the folding fan, shook it a few times in front of his chest, and said: "Zhou Mou Chengdao, the owner of the island, has been protecting the law on the island for many years, and he has to say a word for the innocence of his own island owner - to distinguish between ghosts and demons. , but you don’t have to see his life-devouring lamp with your own eyes, the ghosts have dirty souls, you only need to borrow a soul mirror, and you will know at a glance. My island owner Guangfeng Jiyue, how could he have anything to do with those evil demons?”
Bai Ji glanced at Zhou Hanzheng's scumbag in confusion. He was not sure what his origin was. Just now that inexplicable loose cultivator appeared, he had already sensed another force on the island, and said cautiously: " As far as I know, there is only one soul mirror in the world, hanging on the main hall in the palace, is it difficult for us to break into the palace together?"
Zhou Hanzheng said with a smile: "It's been a long time since the Lord of the White House has asked about the world - when the first emperor was the first emperor, the soul mirror was already given to Tianyan, which is a coincidence, because the last time in the fairy market, the ghosts and demons appeared in the sea, for the sake of Just in case, I carry this mirror with me."
This sentence is like oil in the water, and even Tang Wanqiu was stunned: "What are you from Tianyanchu?"
The island owner didn't answer. He must have been at the secret dock just now. When Zhou Han was tearing his face and turning against the water, he had already guessed a thing or two in his heart, but he was so good at raising his qi that he didn't let the juniors see it.
Tianyan Department is affiliated to the Qin Tianjian of the current dynasty, a member of the mortal court, nominally in charge of "immortal" things, but in fact no one seems to be able to control it - although it is conceivable, Tianyan Department will definitely invite monks to serve , but in most people's hearts, they still feel that this is a matter of two worlds.
Many people may have never seen a live official of Tianyan Division until they fell and ascended.
Zhou Hanzheng replied disapprovingly: "Oh, there is an idle job, a person who has no family, no family, and no background. It's not as good as everyone behind the family, who hangs a false name and eats food."
The scattered cultivator hiding behind the West Palace was extremely embarrassed and said to Zhou Hanzheng: "The Zuo Hufa is an honest person. If you don't know what's good or bad, the younger generation should be like this."
He tried his best to straighten his waist, and there was a bit of tragic meaning in his words. Zhou Hanzheng glanced at him without saying a word, raised a hand, and a masked man immediately stepped forward and held a small package. Inside is a simple bronze mirror, the edges and corners are worn, and the mirror surface is a little dirty.
Zhou Hanzheng clenched his hands and said softly, "Get up."
The bronze mirror soared into the air, turned slowly, and fell on someone else's head. A beam of moonlight seemed to be reflected in the mirror and fell on top of his head, casting a long shadow of Zhou Hanzheng.
No different from ordinary shadows.
Zhou Hanzheng glanced down and smiled: "It seems that Zhou has three souls, and his seven souls are in good condition. There is no problem."
Yan Zhengming's heart jumped wildly. Although he didn't know what role Zhou Han was playing in it, he also knew that this person was clearly helping Qinglong Island and secretly stabbing a knife.
There are 3,000 devils, and the ghosts are extremely vicious. They are the worst of the three evils. Will the island master of Qinglong join them
If it was in the past, Yan Zhengming wouldn't believe it if he was killed, but since the loose cultivator came out to identify him, he found that the island owner hadn't said a word, and he couldn't help but feel up and down.
When he encountered Jiang Peng, he was so young that he was too impressed. Now he is also disgusted with ghosts. The island owner has sheltered him for so long.
Yan Zhengming looked sideways at the island owner, not knowing what to do for a while.
He glanced at Cheng Qian again, and saw that the kid seemed to be deaf to everything around him and was so determined that he had no choice but to bow down in his heart.
The island owner didn't speak for a long while, and there were already discussions all around. Yan Zhengming raised his head and glanced at the soul mirror that seemed to penetrate ancient and modern times, and a thought suddenly came to his heart - Ren Ya said that every generation of the Fuyao sect would have evil spirits, and if it came to this generation, Will someone accidentally go astray
This thought flashed by, but it was stabbed in Yan Zhengming's heart, making him feel like he was stuck in his throat. His eyes swept over Li Yun, Han Yuan and the puddle. Li Yun was smart and cautious, and a little cautious. Cowardly, it doesn't look like he will go out of the circle. Han Yuan is far better than asking "Parent Zhang Li Jiaduan" about his practice. Alas, the puddle, even though it is still small, has already shown signs of heartlessness.
In the end, his involuntarily fell on Cheng Qian.
There was still blood on Cheng Qian's face, but he seemed extremely peaceful because he was in samādhi.
Yan Zhengming just imagined this possibility for a while, and his heart was slammed hard. He stared at Cheng Qian for a long time, and then the head who had the least position in history silently thought: "What's the use of thinking about this? ? Even if Xiao Qian really has such a day, I will not attack him anyway, the big deal is to hide him."
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