Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

Yue Feiyu's subordinates vividly replayed the terrible experience that night, and sat back on the chair in a daze. He did not expect that the boy would have such a good life. He escaped to Wuyou Mountain without being killed by the monster in Wuyou Mountain. He was rescued by the guiding fairy.If this goes on, he will definitely die.

No, he cannot die.

Yue Feiyu held the handle of the chair tightly, and in a flash of thought, he took out the sound transmission stone left by the monk who brought the boy.

The sound transmission stone is white in color and looks like a pebble. It is said that the transmission distance of the sound transmission stone is determined according to the amount of mana stored in it or the monk's ability.The monk taught him how to run the spell, saying that his piece was only enough for one back and forth use, and it would turn into powder when it was used up.

He told about the appearance of an immortal from Woyou Mountain in Fengyue Pavilion and the fact that the boy was taken away.Regardless of whether those monks believe it or not, anyway, he wants to clean up the fault of Fengyue Pavilion's unfavorable custody of young people.

In less than a stick of incense, the sound transmission stone echoed.The leader of the monks did not comment on his statement, but only told him that they would return to Danlin City early tomorrow morning and let him sit down and prepare for the reception.

That night, Yue Feiyu had no sleep all night. In the morning, he stood in his courtyard and waited for the arrival of the monks. As expected, the monks came with their swords. As soon as they landed, the leader couldn't restrain his anger and said, "How could the immortals If you come to a place like Fengyue Pavilion, don’t think that if you tell such a lie, we will forgive you for letting that guy escape.”

Facing the power carrying mana, Yue Feiyu and a group of subordinates knelt directly in front of the monks.At this time, he completely lost the lofty attitude of last night. Facing the monks who regarded mortals as ants and could be manipulated at will, they could only stay low and be small, and kept begging the angry leading monk to forgive them.

"My lord, it's really the immortal who saved the person you brought here. I even sent someone to look for it in the mountains. The immortal waved his sleeves, and my subordinates are no match for him at all." Yue Feiyu's face looked pale. The heavy makeup melted away from sweat, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, not daring to look at the face of the leading monk.

"You should know that when this sword of mine falls, you can disappear into this world like dust."

When the leading monk's voice fell, the pressure of mountains and rivers pressed on him, making him unable to straighten his back, and could only crawl on the ground.

The subordinates on the side also made all kinds of muffled noises, begging for mercy with unpleasant voices from their throats, hoping that the young monks could spare their lives.

Yue Feiyu was in a lot of pain. He thought he was doing a business that only made a profit but not a loss. He didn't expect that a man in his 30s would kowtow to the largest group of people in his twenties to admit his mistake. The real age of these cultivators is definitely not as young as they appear, but it turns out that most cultivators only treat mortals as ants.

Thinking of this, Yue Feiyu thought of the Wuyou Mountain Immortal who was also a monk, even more powerful than these cultivators.That person will not appear at the bottom of the mountain. Even if someone dies in the mountain, it should be self-inflicted. I heard that they are not good people. They will occasionally give elixir to ordinary people who go up the mountain, and they will send people out of the mountain by mistake.This time his subordinates went into the mountain to offend them, and they didn't kill them...

Under such a stark contrast, the status of the immortal in Wuyou Mountain was suddenly elevated infinitely in Yue Feiyu's heart. He thought that if he could survive this time, he would be willing to build a temple for the immortal at the foot of the mountain at his own expense.

Thinking in this way, Yue Feiyu said intermittently and with difficulty: "Masters, you may not know that fairy, but he is very famous in our Danlin City. He is a monk that we dare not offend, but I think—" Swallowing, "Adults may be able to compete with it."

Immortal, oh immortal, these monks will be handed over to you.

Qingping was originally a timid disciple, but he was a little flustered when he heard the sound transmission stone mentioned in Yue Feiyu's voice, and he looked at the pillar-like brother: "Senior Qinglian, what do you think?"

Qing Lian, as a elder brother of the Qing generation in Liurenling, usually thinks highly of himself. With his self-respected Jindan late-stage cultivation, his self-esteem makes him think that kind of person must be a low-cultivation Sanxian. He mocked on his face: "Immortal? Tsk, are there any immortals who can show off their mountains and dews like this? I'm afraid those powerful and powerful people are all concentrating on retreating and practicing, how could they meddle in the affairs of the world."

Another disciple was also a little scared, and said: "Senior Brother Qinglian, why don't we go back and report to Master, and let Master make a decision?"

Qing Lian stared: "Do you want Master to know what we did to that bastard?" He turned his head to look at the Wuyou Mountain in the distance, and said fiercely, "Together, we will never fail to catch you!" Back to that bitch."

After finishing speaking, Qing Lian looked down at those useless mortals on the ground, and said impatiently: "You also follow us."

Yue Feiyue could only nod his head without tears.

When a group of people came to Wuyou Mountain and were just about to go up the mountain, a black figure appeared directly ten feet away from them. It was unknown whether the monk in black had cast a spell or used a magic weapon on his face. You can see the man's true face clearly.And under the wide robe, there was a familiar young man's face.

Wen Qingmo put on a plain white dress, the previous embarrassment was gone, it seemed to be shining in the sun.

For a split second, Qing Lian seemed to see the exuberant Liuren Mausoleum once again.

No!It shouldn't be like this!

Wen Qingmo should have been stepped on by him!Just like the dirty and pitiful appearance some time ago, it made him feel funny, and it also made him feel relieved!

But now, someone was protecting him.

Hehe, it doesn't matter if he is protected, anyway, he will definitely die soon.

The black-clothed monk didn't make a move, and didn't even wave the sleeves that Yue Feiyu's subordinates said. He just stood there, and the supreme coercion came over like a stormy sea. The pressure made their backs wet, and they gasped. Not angry.

The mortals stood still, looking around, in a panic, not knowing what to do.

Xuan Zhu looked at several young monks who were older than Wen Qingmo, shifted his gaze to one of the frightened and unwilling faces, and then led Wen Qingmo to teleport a foot away from that person.

Wen Qingmo said softly to Xuan Zhu: "His name is Qing Lian."

Xuan Zhu said: "Qing Mo, don't tell me who he is, anyway, I'll forget it later."

When the young monk named Qinglian heard Xuan Zhu's words, his face turned pale, and he said every word: "We are the disciples of Liurenling, do you know what will happen if you offend us? Who are you?"

"It's a little morale, but what about Liu Renling." Xuan Zhu's compliment sounded particularly mocking at this time, and he looked at the group of people standing behind the young monk who dared not step forward, "The question of who I am, they should tell over you."

The young monks were gradually shaking like chaff due to being persecuted by the increasing coercion for a long time, and they didn't even have the strength to look back at the mortals behind them.

They didn't know that Yue Feiyu and the others were relieved to find that they were not within the range of the immortal's attack, and they couldn't help putting on the mentality of watching a show.

Xuan Zhu sneered: "You guys still want to take him back? It's unrealistic."

Qing Lian was furious, but he couldn't do anything: "You!"

Xuan Zhu originally wanted to ask Wen Qingmo if he wanted to say something to vent his anger, but he also sensed that there was something wrong with the silent Wen Qingmo at the moment.When she lowered her head to look at Wen Qingmo, she saw that those previously clear eyes were stained with hatred at this moment.

For an instant, for unknown reasons, a pair of blood-red eyes flashed in Xuan Zhu's mind.

Different and similar, obviously there is nothing comparable.

"Qing Mo."

Xuan Zhu's voice resounded through Wen Qingmo's head, he was shocked and calmed down instantly.

Xuan Zhu still ridiculed the incompetence of Qing Lian and the others on his face, and secretly said: "Qing Mo, do you want to take revenge on these people?"

Wen Qingmo didn't hesitate at all, and opened her lips: "Yes."

Qing Lian only heard Wen Qingmo say "yes", and then he and his juniors were sent flying out, their backs hit the tree at the foot of the mountain, and he, who was at the Jindan stage, was shocked There was a mouthful of blood.

For a moment, Qing Lian was really scared.

Xuan Zhu didn't even look at the young monks who fell on the ground in the distance, but faced Wen Qingmo and said: "When you have the ability, I will not stop you from taking revenge on them, and now I will only do it for you to this extent."

Wen Qingmo was taken aback for a moment, he couldn't see his uncle's face, but he could feel the solemnity from his uncle's words.He also wanted to take revenge by himself, but now that his cultivation base has been abolished, he can no longer do anything to Qing Lian and the others.

That's why he hates it even more.

Wen Qingmo asked quietly, "Can I still do it?"

If Xuan Zhu killed Qing Lian and the others right then, he would feel comfortable, but not happy, because it is more refreshing to take revenge by oneself.

Even though Wen Qingmo couldn't see his face, Xuan Zhu knew that Wen Qingmo was staring into his eyes.

There was such pity on the scarred face, but the hatred that could not be concealed was revealed in the eyes.

Xuan Zhu put his hand on the boy's head, rubbed it, and said softly, "Why not."

"Wen Qingmo is no longer a disciple of Liurenling." Xuan Zhu said, his deep and majestic voice resounded through the foot of Wuyou Mountain, "Now he is my apprentice, if you want to bring him back, if you can't, just disappear .”

The sound that seemed to come from all directions shook everyone's ears and hurt their ears.

Qing Lian endured the pain in his heart, and struggled to get up from the ground. He finally realized that there was an insurmountable gap between them and the monks in black. Even his basic cultivation could not be detected. able.

In the world of comprehension, strength is everything, facing such a powerful strength, they can only kneel down and beg for mercy.

Qing Lian knew that he would not be able to bring Wen Qingmo back this time, and if his master found out about it after he went back, he would be punished by the family rules.

But as long as his life is still alive, everything in the future is unknown.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the impetuousness in his heart, and led a group of juniors to kowtow to Xuanzhu: "Thank you for not killing the real person." Then a group of people scrambled and scrambled to Yujian and left Danlin City.

"The little hairy kids are gone. Qing Mo, have you thought about how to deal with these people?"

Yue Feiyu didn't expect that the immortal would target them who were still in place, and instantly sweated profusely and panicked.

Wen Qingmo didn't look at Yue Feiyu and the others: "They are just following orders."

"Okay, so how long are you going to watch the show?"

Yue Feiyu was grateful to the young man for letting them go, and kept shouting "Immortal, let's leave now, thank the immortal for not killing them", while speeding up and leaving.

Half a month later, Xuanzhu was still shocked when he realized that someone was going to build a temple at the bottom of the mountain. It was his mountain who had the guts to build a temple. Then he discovered that this temple was actually called the "Guiding Immortal" temple. When Yue Feiyu appeared to direct the workers to work, he realized with a dazed expression that Yue Feiyu had done all of this.

One night later, Xuanzhu directly demolished the one-third built temple, and left a note on the spot, telling Yue Feiyu not to do anything unnecessary, he just wanted to keep Wuyou Mountain clean.Not long after, he found that half of the people lost their way into the mountains, which made his and Wen Qingmo's cultivation life much quieter.

But these are things for later, let's not mention them for now.

On the same day, Xuanzhu brought Wen Qingmo back to the cave, but Wen Qingmo was still in a daze.

Xuan Zhu called his name, but he didn't seem to hear it either.

"Qing Mo, Mo Mo, Qing Qing, smell." Xuan Zhu found a comfortable position and lay down on the recliner, calling each name, and finally along Hei Ren's hair, calling leisurely, "Apprentice. "

Wen Qingmo probably didn't think about this disciple last night when he pretended to be stupid and took off his clothes to win his sympathy.

Wen Qingmo also came back to his senses because of this sound, and immediately knelt on the ground, not waiting for Xuanzhu to stop him: "I haven't forgotten what you said just now, but only by doing this can I tell myself with a clear conscience that I have left Liurenling, I have become lost your disciple."

Xuan Zhu sat up, and said helplessly: "I originally wanted to say that it's fine to bow my hands and salute, but how can I refuse if you say so." Then he smiled, "But I was your uncle, and now I'm your uncle. Master, do you care about it just because of it?"

Wen Qingmo didn't answer this, and then said loudly: "Master, please accept my apprentice's worship." He stood up and stood still with three ringing heads of Xuanzhu, which made Xuanzhu have a headache.

The young man raised his head with a mixed expression of admiration and reverence. The scab on his forehead was red, but it didn't break it again. It seemed that he had used moderate force.And Hei Ren, who loved Wen Qingmo so much, couldn't see it, and started licking his face again.

Xuan Zhu helped Wen Qingmo up, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Remember, don't bow down to me in the future, I'm really afraid that my life will be lost."

Responding to Xuanzhu was Wen Qingmo's cupped hands and "Yes, Master" followed by a grunting sound.

For a while, the atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

Xuan Zhu smiled and said: "It seems that before I let you rebuild your foundation, you have to fill your stomach first."

Wen Qingmo blushed because of embarrassment.

******

Xuan Zhen recounted the stupid things done by his disciple Qing Lian.

What was even more surprising was that after the five disciples came back, they were all poisoned with strange poison. They felt cold and hot all over.Although the elders of the alchemy room can cure it, they have to endure the pain for seven to seven days to be cured.

In addition, he also solemnly stated that these misbehaving disciples will be punished with whipping and confinement after recovery.

However, after he had finished speaking, the head of the sect didn't pay any attention to him, he was drawing something on the rice paper the whole time, unmoved by his words.

After a stick of incense, Xuanzhen heard the headmaster finally speak: "You said there are immortal cultivators in Wuyou Mountain in Danlin City?"

"It's what Qing Lian said. The little bastard also said that he was played and applauded by the immortal, and he was powerless to fight back. The immortal also said that even if the head of the sect went to you, he would not necessarily give face."

A sneer came from ahead, which made Xuanzhen stand up straighter again.

"About Wen Qingmo's incident, just pretend it never happened. If anyone else asks about his whereabouts, they will say that he has been practicing in seclusion for nearly a hundred years. Anyway, there are a lot of talents in the cultivation world, but after a hundred years, who will remember these rumored geniuses.

As for the immortal, he should be a loose immortal... This time, you didn't manage your disciple properly, so the other party must have shown mercy.If the enemy does not attack me, I will not attack anyone.You just step back. "

"Yes, Master."

Xuan Zhen withdrew from the head's room, and when he left, he took another look at the closed door.When the headmaster mentioned "genius", Xuanzhen couldn't help but think of that once peerless person, at least he still remembered that person...

He clenched his fist secretly, stopped this unscrupulous thought, turned around and left quickly.

Xuan Huai looked at the person depicted on the paper.

A young man was drawn on the paper, wearing clothes that were completely different from the robes of this world, and the short-sleeved trousers looked really weird.

The young man was handsome, with a smile like a warm sun on his face, staring at him vividly.

He put down the brush, stretched out his hand involuntarily, and touched the person in the painting with his fingertips.

"Oh, a person's obsession is so strong."

Xuan Huai gripped the drawing paper tightly, and then the window was opened suddenly, and the evening wind blew into the room, and the rice paper instantly turned into powder and dissipated in the study little by little.

The author has something to say: The setting of this article is: the cultivation of the truth reaches the period of crossing the catastrophe, and after the catastrophe, it is the immortal cultivator.Because the spiritual energy in the human world cannot meet the quality and quantity needed for immortal cultivation, those who have crossed the catastrophe and become earth immortals or above will step through the void and enter the fairy world due to the improvement of their cultivation base, and basically only loose immortals remain in the human world.By analogy, demon cultivators who become old demons after crossing the catastrophe will also enter the demon world, and the same is true for demon cultivators.

Let me give you an early warning. In the later period, some figures of hundreds of years and thousands of years of practice may be written. Just take a look and don’t take it seriously. It takes only one year to advance. I need hundreds of years here. The length of the character's practice in the article is determined by the setting plus talent.

In short, it’s just a setting cough cough, let’s draw the key points, we mainly focus on falling in love!

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small theater:

Wen Qingmo: Master, now when I see you talking about shortening your life, I really want to shut your mouth and say something that is not good.

Xuan Zhu: Even if it needs to be blocked with your own mouth.

Wen Qingmo: ...

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It is still the master and apprentice who came to join the field in the later stage, and there will be daily updates for the next three days.