Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

"I heard that Fu Yaoye of Qingheng Mountain is really a demon cultivator, and has already been expelled from Qingheng Mountain!"

"Oh, I didn't expect it. I thought he could succeed Master Mu Gui, or the next Master Yao Zhen, but I didn't expect him to be a demon cultivator."

"Hey, how did I hear that his senior brother Sheng Lang planted the Devil-eating Grass for him?"

"I also heard that Lu Mengsheng was killed by the two of them..."

"What, are you serious?!"

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In the private room separated by a wall, Fu Yaoye casually put the teapot on the table.

Immortal cultivators naturally have better ears than ordinary people, and they had no intention of eavesdropping. It happened that the people in the hall did not hide anything, wishing they were the bystanders present at the time, and made up several versions in succession.

Xiao Jianyuan's bandaged right hand was obediently placed on the table, and he opened his mouth to bite the shrimp that Fu Yaoye handed to his mouth.

Xiao Jianyuan chewed the food in his mouth slowly, and then said to Yaoye: "You go downstairs to remind me, why hasn't the plate of fish-flavored shredded pork that you ordered come up?"

Fu Yaoye paused, obediently put down the unpeeled shrimp in his hand, wiped his hands, stood up and went downstairs.

As soon as he walked out, Xiao Jianyuan pushed open the door and turned to the next hall.

There were only a few tables of people sitting in the hall, and a few young men sitting against the wall seemed to be monks, and they were talking endlessly:

"...Hey, what do you think the two brothers and sisters betrayed Qingheng Mountain at the same time?"

One person said mysteriously: "I heard that the demon cultivator is licentious and innocent, no matter whether it is a senior brother or what kind of relationship..."

"when--"

Just when the man was about to say something unbearable, a sword hilt fell on the table by rubbing his arm. Although it didn't leave any marks on the table, it shook the wine jars on the table and rattled. ring.

Lanyi Jianxiu looked at him coldly: "Next time you talk nonsense, your mouth will be chopped off."

There was still a white cloth wrapped around his hand, but it didn't prevent him from holding the sword.He put away the sword casually, and put it neatly in the scabbard.

The gossiper was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "You, who are you?"

Xiao Jianyuan raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said slowly: "The former chief disciple of Qingheng Mountain."

Before those people could react, another voice sounded: "Senior brother."

Xiao Jianyuan froze when holding Tianshu's hand, then calmly changed his hand to hold the sword.He turned around and saw Fu Yaoye holding a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork.

Fu Yaoye's expression was calm, and he said in a gentle voice, "Let's go back to eat."

"Ah, good." Xiao Jianyuan quickly followed him.

Fu Yaoye held the dish in one hand, opened the door for him with the other, and when he was about to go out, he bent his lips and smiled at the people at the table sideways, and then let out coercion.

The person at the table sitting in the corner was pale, his body was shaking like a sieve, and he was almost so crushed that he couldn't lift his head.

Fu Yaoye picked up the food with chopsticks and handed it to Xiao Jianyuan's mouth, but was avoided.

Fu Yaoye froze, stopped his wrist, and called him: "Senior brother."

Xiao Jianyuan tilted his head and raised his right hand: "My hand is already healed."

He shook his hand, bent his fingers, and emphasized again: "I can use a sword now."

Fu Yaoye didn't make a sound, looked at him with dim eyes, and after eating the food with the chopsticks, he said slowly: "Senior brother is ready, can't you let me feed it?"

Xiao Jianyuan: "..."

"I have hands and feet, why do I need you to feed me..."

He muttered and ate the peeled shrimp in the bowl by himself.

The prawns were peeled by Fu Yaoye before, so he smiled a little when he saw this: "I like that I can take care of my brother."

His tone is slow, his voice is as clear as a stream in spring, and he always has a smile on his face: "Senior brother always stood in front of me before. If it wasn't for the injury this time, I would never have realized how dependent my brother is on me." Feel."

Fu Yaoye looked down at Xiao Jianyuan himself as he removed the cloth from his hand, and lightly held the teacup with his fingertips.

He didn't even expect Xiao Jianyuan's injury to heal so quickly...

The dark red light in his eyes flashed past, Fu Yaoye got up and pushed the window open a little, and the chill rushed over.He raised his head and looked out the window, saying: "The snow has stopped, when will Senior Brother plan to leave?"

Xiao Jianyuan also followed his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then tomorrow."

"Okay," Fu Yaoye closed the window and asked casually, "Where shall we go next?"

Xiao Jianyuan picked up another chopstick dish, and realized that it was a bit cold in the mouth: "Let's go to the northwest to have a look."

His voice was a little vague: "I want to go to the Western Regions to see the scenery."

Fu Yaoye naturally had no objection, and nodded in agreement.

The winter night is colder, the sky is as dark as ink, the eaves and dead trees are covered by wind and snow, and a green bamboo is bent over.

Xiao Jianyuan put on a heavy cloak, as if wrapped in a quilt, and quietly pushed the door open.

When it was ugly, everyone in the inn had rested, and the waiter in front of the counter was dozing off bit by bit with his head propped up.

Xiao Jianyuan walked halfway down the street, only to see Su Baimu wearing a square scarf.

Su Baimu approached a little closer, with a complicated look on his face: "Why haven't I seen you for a few days... I feel like you're getting fatter."

Xiao Jianyuan chuckled: "Food and drink are forbidden after the bigu on Qingheng Mountain, and I can't control it when I get off the mountain."

Su Baimu rolled his eyes, then looked at his hand again: "Is it all right?"

"It's almost there," Xiao Jianyuan moved his wrists, and said, "It's just that I'm a little afraid of the cold."

"That is the sword of ten virtues after all," Su Baimu sighed, and said: "Although the real Puying is not as good as Jianzun, he is also the sword ancestor of the Canglan sect. You said that you have a period of concentrating..."

Xiao Jianyuan interrupted him: "I have formed a pill."

"..." Su Baimu was speechless for a while, "You are enough, you were kicked out of the mountain gate, not here to practice."

"The last time I saw you, you were still on the eighth floor. It's only been a few days... Is it really that good to go down the mountain?"

"It's also thanks to me that I asked Fu Yaoye to prepare the pill for you. Do you think you can recover so quickly?"

He rambled on for a while, Xiao Jianyuan just smiled but didn't answer, Su Baimu became a little silent when he saw this.

After a while, he asked again in a low voice: "Did you really plant the Devil-devouring grass for him?"

Xiao Jianyuan neither denied nor admitted: "Have you finished talking about the past, why don't you go back earlier?"

"Hey, I went down the mountain privately," Su Baimu said, "If you just say a few words, you can drive me away!"

"All right, all right," Xiao Jianyuan had no choice but to say, "Go on."

Su Baimu didn't bother with the question just now, and looked at him with some seriousness: "Yesterday was the Immortal Alliance Conference. After discussions among all the Immortal Sects, they decided to go to Pingling Mountain to encircle and suppress Demon Cultivators."

Xiao Jianyuan didn't speak.

"In addition to the Guangcheng Pavilion, two other sects have been brutally murdered by the demon cultivators one after another; they seem to only attack the immortal sect, and finally some people can't sit still..." Su Baimu sighed, and said: "There is still a way to go." Disciple, you have to choose a leader..."

"The elders and the suzerains of other sects decided to be Zhuang Han."

Xiao Jianyuan still had no expression: "Oh, then are you going?"

"I'm definitely going," Su Baimu rubbed his forehead with a headache: "Can't you express some emotion?"

Xiao Jianyuan said against his will: "Zhuang Han, Zhuang Han is not bad, very good."

Su Baimu hammered his shoulder angrily, and lowered his head again: "If you were here, which round would you get the one surnamed Zhuang?"

Xiao Jianyuan was silent again after hearing this, and rubbed his palms.

"Oh, that's fine, I have to go back early," Su Baimu straightened his clothes, and said, "If I disappear for too long, I'm afraid it will provoke suspicion again."

Xiao Jianyuan smiled and said, "Who dares to doubt you?"

"Junior Sister Lu moved to Changchuan Peak, she recently..."

Su Baimu paused for a moment, then kept silent, Xiao Jianyuan looked sideways at the residual snow on the branch, and asked, "Junior Sister Lu...how is it?"

"I'm not in a good mood, Elder Zhong asked her to move to Changchuan Peak to recuperate for a while," Su Baimu said a few words, and urged him to go back earlier: "Aren't you afraid of the cold, go back early."

Xiao Jianyuan watched him disappear into the night before turning back to the inn.

"It's so late, where did senior brother go?"

Xiao Jianyuan calmly lifted the beef wrapped in oil paper in his hand: "I'm a little hungry, go downstairs and see what else I can eat."

Only a few candles were lit in the inn, and the shadows on the stairs flickered like ghosts, and when Fu Yaoye walked to the bright light, he looked picturesquely like an immortal under the moon.

"Oh..." He dragged his voice, looked over with a slight smile, "I guessed that brother would be a little hungry at night,"

Fu Yaoye turned sideways, revealing a bowl of steaming small wontons on the table: "So get up and make some small wontons for senior brother to eat."

Xiao Jianyuan: "..."

How can a cultivator be hungry, isn't he just greedy?

He resignedly walked over and sat down, and put the beef on the table: "Why don't you sleep?"

Fu Yaoye poured a saucer of vinegar for him, implying: "The wind is too strong, disturbing people can't sleep."

He sat down opposite Xiao Jianyuan, propped his face to look at him, and smiled: "Brother, eat."