There Are Always Rebels Who Want to Deceive Their Teachers and Despise Their Ancestors

"Spiritual roots" are so hateful!

"Dan Qing. Do you think Misty Rain has any hope of winning first place?" The holy and elegant goddess of Qiongming sitting on the left, Tang Yanran, did not mean to drink.

She probably guessed the result of the entry-level competition, so she asked mainly because she wanted to talk to Ye Danqing.

Sitting on the right side of Ye Danqing, the enchanting and charming Chilian Fairy, Hua Mengsha, chuckled, "Tang Yanran. Are you so lonely?"

Quietly, she reached out and touched Ye Danqing.

Tang Yanran glanced at it and warned coldly, "Shut back your dishonest claws. Otherwise, I'll chop it off for you."

"Yo. As if I'd be afraid of you."

Hua Mengsha raised her eyes with contempt, and her delicate jade hand continued to touch Ye Danqing's palm, "I'm not like someone, I have a thief but no courage."

Tang Yanran stopped talking nonsense, snapped an aura arrow, pierced through the air, and shot at Hua Mengsha's palm.

"Do you want to do it?" Hua Mengsha's eyes were condensed, and a spiritual arrow came up from the back of her jade hand, "Will my concubine be afraid of you?"

"Ding" after the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Half a meter in front of Ye Danqing's chest, two spiritual arrows smashed into pieces and dispersed as spiritual energy.

"Want to fight? Take me with you!" The irritable loli Yu Linglong, sitting on the far right, saw the two women fighting, and her eyes lit up with excitement.

The long sword, which had been purposely shrunk, soared to a length of 40 meters, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Linglong, today is the competition of the disciples, you need to stop." Sect Master Yun Fuzi said sternly.

"I'm just talking... old man." Yu Linglong beeped softly, and the 40-meter-long sword retracted to one meter.

Tang Yanran and Fairy Chi Lian glanced at each other, and both turned to look elsewhere.

Yun Fuzi shook his head helplessly and looked at Ye Danqing, "Danqing. Do you think the competition can start?"

Seeing the first Xianmiao Peak, where Ye Danqing was unhappy, he felt unhappy but did not comment on the fact that the leader valued Ye Danqing so much.

The first tower of Tianhai Peak and the first tower of Yunbie Peak are more silent.

What is the card face of Xuan Xiaozong? (Tactical lean back.)

"Sect Master, it's time to start." Ye Danqing replied lightly, without any special reaction.

In Xuanxiao Sect, it is almost a certainty that he is "the great power of the eight-level fetus hidden in the nine-level cave"... I don't want to enjoy the privileges of the superior.

Yun Fuzi got Ye Danqing's approval, first cleared his throat, and said a classic line: "Before I start Xiaobi, let me say a few words..."

Then, there are long speeches, such as: "friendship first, competition second", "beware of arrogance and impatience", "look to the future", "there will be my teacher in the three-way", "win without pride and defeat", "you are both It is the future of Xuan Xiaozong" and so on.

When everyone's patience was about to be exhausted, he stopped talking, and gestured to the disciple who was in charge of the atmosphere of the venue:

"Then play music, then dance."

all of a sudden.

Drums are beating in the sky, hundreds of flowers are blooming, fairy tunes are lingering... It's so lively.

"As expected of the Immortal Sect, the scene of the entry-level competition alone is a hundred times more lively than the mortal emperor's enthronement." Many disciples were amazed.

Luo Yanyu also had beautiful eyes, and she couldn't stop waving to her master who was high above the clouds, "Master, I will definitely get No.1, to make you proud!"

"Oh...hehe." Ye Danqing smiled without a smile, feeling bitter, he still can't say... I really want to invite "Peerless Poisonous Milk" Huang Daxian to make a contribution, and bless Yanyu to get the No.1 entry competition.

pity.

There is no Wong Tai Sin in this world.

There are only idlers who watch the fun and don't think it's a big deal, and who continue to bless and say good things to Yan Yu;

"Danqing Danqing, forever in my heart."

"The world doesn't know Ye Danqing, how can you see the moonlight?"

"Every day I can see Senior Brother Ye is the most beautiful day in the world."

……

Many male and female disciples pulled banners and shouted slogans.

Those who didn't know thought that this was Ye Danqing's fan meeting.

"It's the day. Our great idol, the pillar of the Xuanxiao Sect, the only hope in the world of immortal cultivation...Senior Brother Ye, come to Beginning Xiaobi..."

The number one member of the "Danqing League", Lu Ming, frantically wrote in the booklet, and wrote tens of thousands of words of praise in just a short while.

……

[Small scene, calm and calm. ] The head of Yun Fuzi was already used to it, and he put a spiritual force into the Dayanxing sand table and ordered loudly: "Xuanxiao Sect's entry, Xiaobi, officially begins!"

"The first is a trial of will -- the death of the world."

Chapter 87 Love Parting

Eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from love, meeting of resentment and hatred, not being able to ask for, and the five yin flourishing.

The reason why most immortal cultivators go all out to cultivate is to avoid the four sufferings of birth, old age, sickness, and death, and to seek longevity.

The three major sufferings of separation of love, meeting of resentment, and not being able to seek are the further pursuits of immortal cultivators who have obtained immortality... Even if Ye Danqing was once the [Sacred Taoist], he could not reach the end of this road.

One of the reasons why he gave up all rebirths in his previous life and returned to this life is to escape these three sufferings.

The eighth suffering and the five yin are flourishing, which is the source of the first seven sufferings, which is called the sea of ​​suffering.

The ultimate goal of cultivating immortals is to transcend the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore.

After much deliberation by the elders, the chief and the sect master, the first-level trial of the Xuanxiao Sect's entry-level competition finally decided to select three of the eight sufferings in life: "Love separation, resentment meeting, and not being able to ask for", and set up three checkpoints.

The first floor of the Dayanxing Sand Table Secret Realm is the labyrinth room.

Every disciple participating in the trial is in a separate area, facing different illusions and being tested.

After the head of Yun Fuzi ordered the competition to start, Luo Yanyu was addicted to the illusion.

……

Just opening and closing his eyes, Luo Yanyu found himself back to that day.

The Mid-Autumn Festival when I was nine years old was the beginning of my despair and darkness.

The deep house compound with eight entrances and eight exits is entrenched in the night, like a giant beast that chooses people to devour, and a cage that does not see the light of day.

Not far away, it is very lively, with lanterns and colorful lights, so festive.

Luo Yanyu stood in a small courtyard with a bleak autumn wind, with a dilapidated wooden house in front of her, as if she was in another world.

Inside the faded door, there was a woman's coughing sound of "cough, cough, cough", accompanied by waves of weak panting.

"No...how could it be...I'm not in Xuanxiao Sect?"

The painful memories that were pressed down hard in the bottom of my heart were forced to pop up in my mind... Luo Yanyu's small hand pressed against her heart, and the pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe.

Seven years ago...

It's in this little hut...

It was here that my mother passed away with endless regrets.

how come?

Why am I back!

don't... mother... i don't want...

"Misty Rain, is that you?" The woman called weakly, like a thunderbolt.

Fear and hesitation emerged in his heart, defeating Luo Yanyu's reason.

"Mother...Mother!" Luo Yanyu slammed into the door like crazy, broke into the house, and stumbled and knelt in front of the wooden bed.

Bed.

The woman with a face as white as paper can only cover a thin quilt in the cold night.She was less than 30 years old and her face was extremely haggard, dying like a candle in the wind.

Luo Yanyu desperately wanted to deny it, but couldn't change a fact...

She is dying.

"It turns out that you looked like this when you grew up..."

The woman stared at Luo Yanyu's dull eyes, full of tenderness, her dry lips trembling and a hoarse voice squeezed out: "It looks even better than when I was young."

"Ah."

Luo Yanyu clenched the woman's dry palm tightly, biting her red lips to hold back her tears, and choked: "I'm sorry..."

"Silly girl...cough...what did you say to mother...cough...excuse me?" The woman grinned, "It's me who should say sorry...let you grow up alone...you can't protect it. Hello."

"You... woo..." Luo Yanyu's eyes warmed, and she sniffed, "You've worked really hard."

"Just working hard is not enough." The woman pursed her dry lips and asked in a trembling voice, "Have you been doing well all these years?"

"It's...well."

"Did anyone bully you...they...cough...did they bully you?"

"I do not have."

"You are 16 years old, and you are almost ready to marry. But have you met the man you like?"

"This... um."

"He...is he good to you?"

"Very good, very good." Luo Yanyu nodded heavily, "Except for his mother and sister, he is the best person in the world for me."

"That's good." The woman lay on her back, her eyes gradually dimmed looking at the ceiling, and her voice was inaudible, "I can feel at ease."

The clenched hands gradually fell.

The temperature of life dissipates quickly.

"Mother, don't sleep. You still need to..."

Luo Yanyu hurriedly held her hand even tighter, trying to pour the thin spiritual power into the woman's body in order to save her lost life.

"Didn't you say that you want to watch me put on a red wedding dress and marry someone I like? You said that you want to witness my happiness with your own eyes!"