Tiansheng 15 years

"I'm not angry. It's you who should get angry. You have been slapped in the face in public and you haven't reacted effectively, so you should really be anxious." Master Zi Tong sat back on the chair after finishing speaking, sipping tea calmly.

Master Rongjing hesitated and said, "It's not that serious."

Master Zitong shook his head and said: "You guys are still too young to understand the Taoism inside, so please ask your two ancestors to go out and preside over it. If this continues, you, including our whole Guanhezhou, will become a cultivator. Laughing stock." If it weren't for the sake of the same state, he wouldn't mention them.

Rong Jing said: "But senior brother Rong Mao ordered not to disturb the two ancestors."

Master Zitong sneered and said: "That's fine, we Xuanyunzong can't take care of your Honglishan affairs, so leave."

"Hey, Reverend Zitong stay here, have a cup of tea before leaving." Reverend Rongjing stayed behind for a few words, but he stopped when he couldn't stop him, and stood at the door of the hall, looking at Reverend Zitong's incarnation. Liu Guang left with complicated eyes.

The people of Xuanyunzong have the legacy of a gentleman, but they only talk about personal interests in Honglishan.They don't want to do thankless things, they just want to kill opponents who don't like it, take up the resources of the opponent to improve their own cultivation, as for other things, they don't care, and they don't want to care.

Those who can cultivate to the Jindan Daoist in Hongli Mountain are not fools, but there is someone who is an exception, the lucky woman who was promoted to the Jindan Daoist by relying on her relatives, Taoist couple, and pills.

Since someone is taking responsibility, why should they meddle in their own business.

Send a letter to his female disciple, asking her to tell Master Zhongxiang about the arrival of Master Zitong from Xuanyunzong. As for what Master Zhongxiang does, it's up to her.But judging from her usual way of life, she should not take Zitong's advice seriously, after all, she has always been confident that everything she does is correct.

"Sigh, I don't know how Senior Brother Rong Yan and his interrogators are doing?" Let's go and have a look, after all, as a junior, I should share the worries of the seniors. Brother Mao took care of him.

Reverend Rong Jing left, went to the dungeon, and watched the interrogation of the two senior brothers, completely ignoring the unscrupulous speculations of Lishui Xiaozhu's disciples.

Rumors quickly swept through the entire Xiaozhu like a flood, and whispers started from time to time and then quickly dissipated. When the rumors reached the ears of Master Zhongxiang, the situation was already out of control.

As the old daughter of the ancestors of Guancanghai, Zhongxiang Zhenren was raised up like jewels and treasures since she was a child. She lived to be 50 years old, with smooth winds and smooth waters. If something goes wrong, her life can be summed up in eight words.

Peace and joy, always with me.Everything until yesterday, when her husband couldn't help murmuring a person's name when he was on the stage alone.

The living can never compete with the dead.This is a fact she also knows. Although she said at the beginning that she didn't mind keeping that person in his heart forever, but when things came to an end, she realized that deep down in her heart, she actually hated that person deeply.

They met each other when they were young and lovely, and they fell in love with each other at the best age. This is the time and memory that she can't replace even if she gives everything. This is the first time in her life that she feels powerless. feel.

After he muttered that person's name in a daze, she once wanted to ask him if her 30 years of companionship could not replace him in the slightest, but she flinched, and she was not sure that she could accept the answer he gave.

That would be great, being able to be by his side and watching him is enough, why bother asking for anything else.Although he thought so in his heart, a sense of unwillingness still lingered in his chest, and it was difficult to dissipate.

As proud as she is, how can she be willing to work hard, and the husband who shamelessly begged still has a person who has been dead for many years in his heart, how can she be willing to do so.Not to mention, afterward, her husband went back to Xiaozhu in disbelief, and said retreat to her with erratic eyes.

Retreat?Are you in retreat?You are running away.She really wanted to say this to him, but in the end she nodded docilely and watched him retreat with gentle eyes.

After such a thing happened, how can she have the energy to take care of Xiaozhu and order someone to take care of the wounded?But the others in Xiaozhu didn't know that she was deeply in love and struggling endlessly. Everyone saw that although she had the right to be in power, she didn't have the heart to assume the responsibility of being in power, so they all slacked off, and for a while, Lishui Xiaozhu Not to mention the smog and the flying chickens, but it is almost the same.

On February [-]th, at noon, she woke up from a nap and saw no one around, so she walked to the garden next to the water to relax. When she was walking to the moon gate of the garden, she heard soft voices coming from the garden.Hearing this, she almost went mad.

It's unreasonable to talk nonsense. Those who dare to criticize the Lord like this really don't want to live.After disposing of the speaker casually, she found a close friend in her boudoir with an uneasy heart, and she was a close friend of the same generation with her--Zhen Zhongji.

Master Zhongji was furious after hearing what she said, but he calmed down quickly, and said to her: "We can only invite Senior Brother Rong Mao to leave the customs. You and I are both women, don't talk about such matters." It's just that we haven't taken care of ordinary affairs. How can we solve this matter? We can only find Senior Brother Rong Mao with high seniority and good prestige. Ah Xiang, Senior Brother Rong Mao is your husband, don't tell me you can't do it. "

Immortal Zhongxiang couldn't bear others to question her the most, so he swore a promise: "Don't worry, how could it be, I'll go find him right here."

Reverend Zhongxiang came and went in a hurry, and soon the Withering Flower Hall where Reverend Zhongji was located returned to its usual silence.

Reverend Zhongji stretched his waist like a cat, and said to his disciples who were sitting quietly behind the curtain: "Disciple, Master wants to hear you play the piano, how about you play a song called Yangchun Baixue to reflect the scenery of February?"

"Listen to Master."

Winter is coming to spring, everything is recovering, can the truth hidden under the cold winter and ice and snow usher in the spring that belongs to it?

In Shangyi City, in the Tianzihao guest room of Yuelai Inn, Feng Nie was firing murderous aura at Qiuxiyue who was staying in his room.

Qiu Xiyue was so frightened that she hugged the table legs of the Eight Immortals table and didn't let go, she couldn't stop muttering: "I really didn't mean it, I really didn't."

Feng Nie said coldly: "I don't care if you are, you get out of here."

"I don't." Qiu Xiyue hugged the legs of the table tightly, using both hands was not enough, she also used her feet.

Feng Nie poured a cup of tea and said calmly, "I won't go."

"I know, I know." Qiu Xiyue nodded like a pounding garlic, and one of them didn't notice that she knocked on the edge of the table, and immediately burst into tears.

Feng Nie didn't notice his daily stupidity. Although he was drinking tea, his mind had already drifted to the red lotus fire technique he used yesterday.Yesterday was the first time I used it, I didn't expect the effect to be too good, but I lost the purpose of exercising my body.However, he thinks there should be a chance in the future.

"Ah Feng, what are you thinking?" Qiu Xiyue sniffled and asked pitifully the man who was clearly in a trance.

Feng Nie put down the teacup, and casually said: "It's nothing. I want to go out, you can do it yourself."

Qiu Xiyue said: "Take me one, I promise to be obedient and never cause trouble."

Feng Nie got up and took off a mask from the long table, put it on her head, and said in a flat tone: "No." A fixed body technique and a silence technique made Qiu Xiyue stay in place obediently, her whole body Except for the eyes that can move, the others can't do it.

Opening the door, Feng Nie said to the guards on the stairs at the door: "Your son, I have given you a body-holding technique and a speech-silencing technique. After I leave, you can untie it yourself." After finishing speaking, he turned out from the window in the corridor. , and soon disappeared into the bustling crowd.

The guard unlocked the spell, helped Qiu Xiyue to the chair, and persuaded earnestly: "Young master, why should you condescend to be a casual cultivator, not to mention losing your status for nothing, and you have also suffered."

Qiu Xiyue rubbed her sore palms from exertion, and said flatly: "You can't even beat a casual cultivator." Although Feng Nirvana is in the foundation building stage, to be honest, there is absolutely no problem in hanging and beating a real person in the Jindan stage. A casual cultivator, whether it is drawn to his own sect or made friends with it, is beneficial and harmless.

Qiu Xiyue said: "The ruins are so dangerous, if you don't pick up a strong man, do you want to see me go to die?"

"My subordinates dare not."

Qiu Xiyue held her face in her hands and said obsessively: "Furthermore, Afeng is so good-looking. He is not only good-looking but also powerful. How can there be such a perfect person in the world! Afeng must be sent from heaven Save me."

No, he might have been sent by heaven to beat you.After all, someone who has cultivated almost to the level of a golden elixir at the age of less than twenty, such a genius must come from a family of immortals with profound background.

"Young Master Feng has gone out, is he going to look for it?" a guard asked.

Qiu Xiyue waved her hand and said: "No need. A Feng doesn't like to be followed when he is working, he said it will not hinder him."

work?Although it is said that casual cultivators are very poor, they should not be so poor that they have to work in ordinary people's shops, right?

Qiu Xiyue lamented: "I don't know which street market Ah Feng went to set up a fortune teller today. If I know, I can go and open an account for him, so that he won't end up with a single business in one day, and can't make money." Don’t talk about the money, and waste a lot of time.”

Setting up a fortune teller?Well, it can be regarded as a means of livelihood for casual cultivators. Although they can't make a lot of money, they can barely maintain food and clothing.

Qiu Xiyue ordered: "My lord is hungry, you go and order something to eat."

"Yes."

After the guards went down, Qiu Xiyue opened the window with spiritual power, and murmured to the blue sky outside: "I don't know if Afeng Suangua is open or not?"

And Feng Nie, who was thinking about it, looked at the rich lady in front of the stall with a serious face, and said in an inscrutable tone: "After listening to the lady's narration, the old man already knows what kind of monster is making trouble."

"Monster, monster?" The rich lady turned pale with fright, and said with a look of fear: "Master, are you coaxing my little girl, Shangyi City has always been peaceful, and there are no monsters on weekdays. Now that there are so many fairy families in the city, they are still there Dare to come."

The rich lady looked at the Taoist priest suspiciously.