I Am the Righteous Master

But even if he is an "informed person", he doesn't know what happened in that mighty cave in Broken Mirror Mountain back then.

All he knew was that after the game that year, only three people came out alive.

These three people were Meng Qianqiu, Taoist Sanxiu Duan, who was the head teacher of Haoqi Sect at that time, and Gu Heng, who was still the holy son of Xuantian Sect at that time.

And the changes in the entire metaverse after that game.

Among the top ten Taoist sects, the lowest-ranked [Shenjianzong] was destroyed and divided up by the nine major forces, and [Great Xia Dynasty] became the third holy place of the demonic way.

The Haoqi Sect became the leader of the righteous way, and Tianyingu retreated to the second place.

"I'm done with the mundane affairs now, if I really die, I don't have anything to worry about."

Taoist Duan didn't talk much about the chess game in Broken Mirror Mountain, "It's just that my inheritance has no one to continue, it's really a pity."

He looked at Nangong Yan:

"Then Jiang Yun is Meng Qianqiu's first apprentice. Now that Meng Qianqiu has gone west, are you willing to take over this inheritance in my hand and play a game with his apprentice on my behalf?"

Nangong Yan was silent when he heard the words.

The number one dream in the world, Dream Qianqiu, fell into disintegration last year in the heyday of the Zhengzheng Spring and Autumn Period, and all the successors rebelled against the clan and fled.

And the old man with one arm and one eye in front of him is also extremely miserable, lonely and helpless.

There are three disabled and five missing people, and the higher the road, the more dangerous it is. This is completely contrary to what Nangong Yan wanted.

He shook his head: "Thank you senior for your kindness, but the boy's ambition is not here..."

Taoist Duan sighed, with a bit of disappointment on his face: "Forget it, I don't want to force it."

"Thank you for your love, senior."

Nangong Yan saluted, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "It's just senior, my master went to Yong'an County alone, will something... happen?"

"That's all." Daoren Duan waved his hand, "I'll do the math for Fellow Daoist Luo, take my bamboo chip."

It was only then that Nangong Yan remembered that this senior's bamboo chips were placed in the other party's room.

So he greeted the bamboo house behind him, and after half a cup of tea, a girl in black came out.

This young girl looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender figure but a plump chest. Although she is not very old, she already has a bit of an all-powerful beauty.

She was dressed in black, holding a somewhat old bamboo tube in her hand.

Nangong Yan brought his junior sister to visit Taoist Duan, but his junior sister Lin Mo'er was not involved in the conversation between the two, but asked her to wait inside the house.

"Brother, senior."

Lin Mo'er saluted, and sat down beside Nangongyan obediently.

Nangongyan looked at the slim junior sister and licked his lips.

As long as I break through to the Divine Tower Realm, then...

His heart is hot.

Taoist Duan took the bamboo chip, and the formulas circulated in his body, chanting words, pointing on the bamboo tube.

A bamboo chip flew out and landed on the table.

Taoist Duan opened his one eye, picked up the bamboo chip, and said with a smile:

"The visit of the Son's master this time is a sign of auspiciousness, and the Son can rest assured."

Nangong Yan calmed down and said with a smile:

"Since that's the case, this time, Jiang Yun will never return!"

Taoist Duan nodded, then noticed the girl next to him, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Your junior sister is a resource in the rough..."

In Taoist Duan's eyes, although the girl in front of her had a miserable life, she had hidden luck.

He looked at Lin Mo'er and said seriously:

"Little friend Lin, I have an inheritance here, are you willing to accept it?"

Nangong Yan was taken aback when he heard the words. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Lin Mo'er raising his head with a cute face:

"Can I?"

"Of course." Duan Daoren smiled slightly, "This is the top alchemy inheritance in the entire Metaverse."

"Mo'er thanked senior."

Lin Mo'er took a deep breath, and immediately saluted with excitement.

Taoist Duan laughed, and Nangongyan sighed.

Lin Mo'er smiled slightly, lowered her head, but there was a deep hatred in her eyes.

No one knew that there was a bamboo chip hidden in her magic treasure.

It was a bamboo chip with a bad omen, exactly the same shape as the one on the table.

If you can solve the hexagram...

This bamboo chip that predicts Luo Qingqiu's fate should mean——

Poor Wuxiayu, who ended up in the mud.

Chapter 120: Uncle and Nephew

Lin Mo'er didn't know what consequences would be brought about by her calculations in front of the strong men of the Seventh Heaven of Shenque, who took a huge risk.

But as long as I can take revenge, as long as I can kill this person...

She lowered her head and looked at Nangong Yan's reflection through the mirror-smooth stone table, with hatred hidden deep in her eyes.

………………

"Hiss, hoo..."

When Nangongyan got up early in the morning to plot against Jiang Yun.

Jiang Shengzi, who is the center of the story, just woke up.

Last night was too much troubled by Gu Yuqing. Although he is a monk, the inertia brought by going to bed late always makes people subconsciously want to stay in bed.

The little witch's threatening words still echoed in her ears:

"Husband, please make a bowl of water level, otherwise, I will trample you to death..."

Gu Yuqing had already woken up, but the little witch was in good spirits. Jiang Yun got up to take a shower while recalling what happened last night.

Fortunately, the shiny little feet wrapped in black silk were not very heavy, and Jiang Yun said that he would be able to withstand another pair.

Come to the yard.

In front of the eyes is a large group of Yingying and Yanyan in pink shirts and red skirts.

The Holy Son is not an outsider, so in Jia's mansion, the newly promoted witches in Miaoyu Pavilion can be regarded as letting themselves go.

How enchanting, how bright and how to dress, Jiang Yun admired it greatly.

The third princess was flirting with a group of witches. She was a dragon girl from the Dragon Palace, she was well-informed, and when it came to the treasures in the Dragon Palace, she naturally talked endlessly.

Ao Luan has a carefree temper, and he has a grievance and a debtor. Although he was caught by these demon girls, they treated him well.

Now that the witches have made atonement and worshiped into the Xuantian Sect, the third princess doesn't care about them, and has a good relationship with the long-legged girl and the round-faced girl.

On the other side, Gu Yuqing was dignified and was talking with Mo Ling and Mo Xianxian about some things.

Jiang Yun looked left and right, and found that Uncle Cheng was alone, so he moved closer.

Cheng Yingshuang was standing in front of a stone table with her eyes closed and concentrated. The red dress on her body was well-cut, her waist was slender and soft, and there was a beautiful arc behind her.

There was a scripture on the table, and Jiang Yun glanced at it, probably it was a method of Qingxin Jue or something.

Sensing someone approaching, Cheng Yingshuang slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing that it was Jiang Yun, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Uncle Master recently..." Jiang Yun hesitated, "Is the martial arts still okay?"

He was asking about the poison in Cheng Yingshuang's body.

"Why, do you know that you love your uncle?"

Cheng Yingshuang looked at him and blinked playfully.

"A nephew should be more concerned about the matter of the uncle." Jiang Yun did not deny it.

"Don't worry about it." Cheng Yingshuang smiled, "I'm much better now than before, and thank you for helping me borrow Dragon Tears from Senior Bailong."

Jiang Yun thought for a while:

"When I was in Haoqi Sect, I learned a few mudras, which should be helpful to my uncle's skills.

If the uncle doesn't mind, the nephew can give the uncle a massage. "

Just as Cheng Yingshuang was about to speak, Jiang Yun added, "Of course, they are wearing clothes."

"cut."

Cheng Yingshuang snorted: "I am afraid that you will take advantage of me?"

She is the master of the Miaoyu Pavilion, a first-class witch in the world, the kind who can burn an ordinary monk to death with just one look.

"Isn't it... There is a difference between old and young."

Jiang Yun had a serious face, "After all, I'm an uncle, so I can't offend you. If it gets out, it's not a good reputation..."

"Really."

Cheng Yingshuang folded her hands on her chest, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and her eyes flickered:

"The dignified son of the Xuantian sect cherishes his feathers like a righteous person."

Jiang Yun opened his mouth to speak, but Cheng Yingshuang chuckled a few times and said:

"Our holy son is someone who dares to sleep with his own master, why is he so rigid about etiquette now?"