I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

No one answered Feng Yuanjiu's doubts.

The gazes of the deity and the avatar outside of Baili Changkong all fell on the bloody giant sword held in the palm of Meng Yan's hand, and he remained silent for a long time.

Lord Ling Xiao's face turned completely cold, the flames between his fingers rekindled, he stared gloomyly at the thin monk kneeling in the clouds, and said coldly: "Impossible."

Holding the bloody giant sword in both hands, Meng Yan stared at the sky through the green veil, without saying a word.

Baili Changkong let out a long sigh: "Demon Lord Duming has a good plan."

Meng Yan bowed his head slightly.

Staring at the blood-colored giant sword in his palm through the green veil, he said neither humble nor overbearing: "As the saying goes, saving one's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Master gave Ruyu a way of life today, which is a great merit. Accumulated karma."

Lord Ling Xiao sneered: "If the stinky Taoist priest agrees with you, I don't know how much mental energy and morality will be lost!"

Meng Yan stroked the bloody giant sword in his palm with his fingertips, as if comforting his beloved, his movements were extremely gentle: "In the past, the master was willing to bear the karma of the seventh generation for Lord Ling Xiao, but today, the disciple only asks the master to consume a few points of the Dao deeds." Ruyu has a glimmer of life. The master is so hesitant, but he doesn't want to?"

Bailichangkong didn't comment.

Meng Yan continued: "I have heard that An Lan from the Feng family has a very close relationship with my master. Seeing you today, I am afraid that the rumors may not be true. At least in the ancestor's heart, An Lan from the Feng family is not as important as Venerable Ling Xiao. "

Lord Ling Xiao's face became more and more ugly, the magic flame between his fingers turned into a three-headed vicious dog, and went straight to Meng Yan: "Don't use these words to coerce the stinky Taoist priest, today is the stupid phoenix who wakes up from sitting in the seat I won’t ask the stinky Taoist priest to waste his mind and soul to save Feng Ruyu.”

Meng Yan lowered his head slightly, and the cyan streamer swayed slightly, forming a colorless barrier to stop the three vicious dogs ten feet away: "If Feng's Anlan hadn't been seriously injured and closed the death test, Ruyu really couldn't wait for him After recovering from injury, this king does not need to make this deal with Baili Shangzun."

Lord Ling Xiao's brows twitched slightly.

The folded magic banner appeared in his palm again, and Lord Ling Xiao pointed at Meng Yan with the magic banner: "This kind of deal, don't do it!"

Meng Yan tilted his head slightly, looked at Lord Ling Xiao expressionlessly through the green veil, and said in a neutral manner: "Whether or not the transaction is a matter for Baili Shangzun, I am afraid that Lord Ling Xiao can't be the master. Lord Ling Xiao knows."

The implication is that it's none of your business, just shut up.

Lord Ling Xiao smiled angrily.

In the world of dharma, ten thousand demons surged, and the demon banners in the palm of the hand fluttered along with it.

Before Venerable Ling Xiao disagreed with Meng Yan, Baili Changkong finally made up his mind and opened his mouth: "Poverty Dao can grant you what you ask, but it can't be now."

Meng Yan frowned slightly, and raised the bloody giant sword in his palm: "I hope Master knows, Ruyu can't wait for a long time."

Baili Changkong shook his head slowly.

Even though the divine mind was locked on the blood-colored giant sword, he did not pick it up: "You know the origin of Ruyu and the poor Tao, and you also know that the poor will not sit back and watch him match the Tao. However, the poor is not just the poor. , Taiqing is still in charge, now that the catastrophe of the world has come, and all the disciples under my sect are in the catastrophe, the poor Taoist needs to arrange all the affairs properly before he can fulfill his promise to you."

Meng Yan was silent for a while, and asked: "How long will it take for the master to arrange the affairs in the sect?"

Bailichangkong pinched his fingers, made a little deduction, and said: "The least is three to five years, and the most is twenty years."

Meng Yan frowned.

Slowly clenched the blood-colored giant sword whose brilliance was gradually fading, and said softly: "Master Zu, Ruyu can hold on for at least a year."

Baili Changkong lowered his eyes.

With his fingertips pointing at the dragon pattern cruising above the divine fire cover, he said unhurriedly: "The demon master Du Ming has a long lifespan. He has survived since ancient times and must know many secrets that we and the younger generations do not know."

Meng Yan's eyebrows twitched lightly, holding the bloody giant sword silently.

Lord Ling Xiao has calmed down.

Hearing the implication of Baili Changkong, he immediately echoed: "That's the reason. The demon master Duming's life is as long as the sky, and his Taoism is as deep as the sea. There must be a way to continue Feng Ruyu's life until the stinky Taoist priest finishes cooking. Trifles."

Meng Yan chuckled suddenly: "After 5000 years, the tacit understanding between Master Ling and Lord Ling Xiao is still there, which is really enviable."

Lord Ling Xiao sneered: "5000 years have passed, and Demon Lord Duming can talk a lot."

Meng Yan said in a nonchalant manner: "This king has gone through six reincarnations, and he can always learn some human intrigues. Otherwise, how dare he negotiate a deal with Baili Shangzun."

Lord Ling Xiao sneered.

Meng Yan held the blood-colored giant sword in his arms, tilted his head slightly, and looked through the green veil at the sky still guarding Feng Anlan and Feng Yuanjiu: "Master, this is not the first time you and I have dealt with each other. Let us know each other very well, no matter how much you talk, you know what I want, and I also know that you will not let Lord Ling Xiao fulfill your promise."

Speaking of this, Meng Yan slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and chuckled, "Since the cooperation between the two parties is inevitable, it's meaningless to fight secretly like this. It's better to open the skylight and speak brightly, so as not to waste time in vain."

Baili Changkong raised his eyes, looked at the thin monk kneeling on the cloud for a moment, and nodded: "You speak very clearly."

Meng Yan lightly stroked the bloody long sword in his arms, as if to appease him: "Since that's the case, I'd like to ask the ancestor to draw the way, as long as I can do it, I won't refuse."

The unspoken things are revealed.

Baili Changkong stopped talking about him, and said bluntly: "The poor Taoist also said just now that the poor Taoist will not sit idly by and ignore him. The current difficulty is only for a while, if you want to solve But it's not difficult."

Meng Yan lowered his head slightly: "Please enlighten me, master."

Baili Changkong nodded, and said unhurriedly: "Either you find a wonderful way to continue Ruyu's life until Pindao finishes taking care of the affairs of the family, or Pindao immediately resigns from office to save Ruyu, and you will assist Pindao's successor to sit firmly. Taiqing is in charge."

Meng Yan hugged the blood-colored giant sword tightly, remained silent for a long time, and asked in a slow voice: "How can this disciple assist Taiqing's next head, please tell me clearly."

A smile climbed to the end of his eyes, which made his clear eyebrows more kind.

Baili Changkong smiled, pointed at Feng Yuanjiu, and said unhurriedly: "You only need to fulfill the promise of the Duming Demon Lord, and accept the poor successor as the master."

"!!!"

Feng Yuanjiu was shocked Sanlian, and asked him to be an ordinary melon-eating crowd, don't cue it's not good!

Why didn't he wait for him to persuade the patriarch to give up the idea of ​​passing on the position to him, the patriarch directly appointed him as the next head, and also appointed him such a big Buddha as his spirit beast...

Just outrageous fucking open the door for outrageous, outrageous is home!

Feng Yuanjiu concealed his inner shock with a deadpan face.

Following the sudden murderous intent, he looked at the green gauze belt that covered his eyes on Uncle Meng Yan's face: "..."

Killing intent rushed towards his face, so fierce.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the ancient fierce beast Nether Lie Kun dog.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't want to blatantly refute the face of his patriarch, so he had no choice but to transmit his voice quietly——Patriarch, this is probably inappropriate, not to mention that Meng Yan is the master of his disciples, and he made a master-slave contract with him, and in the future only I'm afraid it's difficult to get along with, even the upper and lower members of the sect may not be easy to explain. After all, it is known to the world that the master will succeed as the head of the sect.

Baili Changkong pointed his fingertips on the divine fire cover calmly, and looked at Meng Yan indifferently.

There was a smile in the sound transmission to Feng Yuanjiu—be safe and don't be impatient, everything has its own way, you just wait to take over Taiqing.

Yep, flirting with the blind man, he talked for a long time, but his patriarch just didn't answer his call.

Feng Yuanjiu's expression changed, and he wanted to persuade him again.

Meng Yan suddenly suppressed his killing intent, and asked Baili Changkong: "Feng Yuanjiu?"

Baili Changkong nodded: "Exactly."

Meng Yan was silent for a while, and said: "Before this disciple left the mountain, Taiqing's default eldest son was Junior Brother Qin."

"Longevity has worldly karma to be cut, and I thought it was not suitable to take over Taiqing, so I recommended Yuan Jiu." Baili Changkong looked at Meng Yan without any trace, and said unhurriedly, "You also know that although Yuan Jiu cultivated He has reached a perfect fit, but after all, his cultivation base has entered the realm too quickly, the time for entry is still short, and the foundation is not yet solid. Even if he has succeeded as the first disciple, it has not been a hundred years. If he is allowed to succeed in a hurry, it may be difficult to stabilize the situation in the sect .”

In Taiqing, the lineage of the great elders and the lineage of the head of the sect have always been equal to each other.

In the past hundred years, although due to the death of the great elder, the line of the great elder has temporarily lost the wind, but it is not something Feng Yuanjiu can suppress, unless someone sits down to escort him.

And this person should have been Baili Changkong...

Meng Yan remained silent, signing a master-slave contract with others was not in his plan.

Baili Changkong didn't urge Meng Yan either.Pointing to the divine fire cover with his fingertips, he played the song "Mountains and Flowing Water" with Qingyue's dragon chant.

Looking for bosom friends in high mountains and flowing waters.

He met Feng Ruyu that day because of the song "High Mountain and Flowing Water".

The color of the bloody giant sword in his arms became increasingly dim, and Meng Yan finally let go: "Ten years."

Baili Changkong shook his head: "The catastrophe of heaven and earth has already begun, and the monks of Kyushu are all in the catastrophe. I am afraid that it will not be able to cope with the catastrophe without a thousand years."

Meng Yan chuckled lightly: "Master, that's not how accounts are calculated. Disciple only cares that Yuan Jiu is firmly in the head of the Taiqing, but he can't control the monks in the world to be robbed."

Lord Ling Xiao sneered: "If the stinky Taoist is [-]% good, can't you get you a thousand years?"

Meng Yan rubbed the blood-colored giant sword in his arms, and said in a neutral manner: "Thanks to the blessings of the master and Lord Ling Xiao, this disciple no longer has so many lifespans to squander."

This is not a lie.

Not to mention the injury of Meng Yan's soul that seems to be broken at any time, as long as he recognizes his identity in this life, his lifespan will be difficult to match the sky.

Baili Changkong took the initiative to "reduce the price" and said slowly: "The monks in the world can ignore Yingjie, but the Tianji Pavilion Dharma Assembly cannot be ignored."

Meng Yan's brows trembled slightly: "Tianji Pavilion Fahui? Tiansuo?"

Baili Changkong nodded: "Exactly. Miaoge has been searching for many years, and finally lived up to everyone's expectations, and found some clues about Tiansuo. Pindao is about to open the Tianji Pavilion Dharma Conference. Xuan, Confucianism, Spirit, and Demon discuss the matter of cutting Tiansuo. "

Meng Yan slowly frowned.

Flicking the divine fire cover in the sky, a dragon's chant resounded through Qifengtai: "The Tianji Pavilion Dharma Conference has always used force to seize the right to speak. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhang Taiqing appeared for the first time at the Tianji Pavilion Dharma Conference. Weigh one and weigh two catties, and use his force to reset Taiqing's right to speak. Therefore, you must at least help him after the Fa Conference."

It is related to the status of Taiqing, which must be the bottom line of the sky.

Meng Yan caressed the bloody giant sword in his arms, and asked calmly: "When is the ceremony?"

Baili Changkong smiled: "30 years later."

Meng Yan was silent for a moment.

Holding the blood-colored giant sword in his arms again to Baili Changkong's external incarnation, he said flatly: "The disciple is willing to sign a fifty-year master-slave contract with Feng Yuanjiu, and I also ask the ancestor to use the magic method to save Ruyu as soon as possible."

Baili Changkong did not hesitate this time, and directly took over the lifeless bloody long sword: "When Pindao steps down from the position of master, he will immediately cast a spell to save Ruyu. If you are worried, you and I can use the world as proof Make a contract."

Meng Yan shook his head: "Master's conduct is obvious to all monks in the world, so there is no need to make another contract. I believe that Master will not break his promise like Lord Ling Xiao."

Thousands of miles across the sky smile.

The avatar outside his body patted Venerable Ling Xiao's wrist to signal him to be calm, and said with a smile: "So, please, Demon Lord Duming."

Meng Yan turned to the blood-colored giant sword in the palm of Baili Changkong with his green-veiled eyes, and did not move: "I still have an unfeeling request, and I hope the master will fulfill it."

Baili Changkong raised his eyebrows: "Let's talk about it first."

Meng Yan seemed to be looking at the bloody giant sword with a good eye, and calmly said: "When Ruyu returns after being rescued, please ask Master Mo to mention his disciples to him."

The majestic Netherworld Liekun dog actually did this for Feng Ruyu, how could he have any viciousness?

Baili Changkong looked at the thin and indifferent monk for a long time, and finally nodded: "Yes."

Meng Yan paid a salute to Baili Changkong to express his gratitude, then walked down the clouds without looking back, went down the stairs, and volleyed in front of Feng Yuanjiu: "Yuanjiu, please."

please?Why? Please!

Have you bargained and asked me for my opinion?

Feng Yuanjiu looked up at Senior Uncle Meng Yan, who was exactly the same as in his impression, the irritability in his heart almost burst his cold mask: "Uncle Meng Yan, don't worry."

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