My masters are all over the world of comprehension

Although Master Hongyu's voice was soft, it was like thunder.

33 The ancestor of Tianyao Yunliu, it is said that the Buddha lotus entrusted the birth, and he knew it when he was born.After the Fengdu Demon Lord was sealed, the monks became demons because of fear. The cultivation world ushered in a catastrophe. The monks in the Mahayana period almost fell, and it was the Yaozu who took the initiative to resolve the catastrophe.

It is easy for a doctor to heal the body, but it is difficult to overcome the heart.

Being able to dissolve the inner demons left by the demon king of Fengdu shows that the medical skills are superb.

Unexpectedly, he was lucky enough to meet Yao Zu.

The disciples of Daoyan Sect were full of energy, sighed and praised, all the peak masters and elders greeted you with honor.

Everyone sighed at the first sight of Yao Zu's ethereal temperament and his innocent and compassionate appearance, but then they noticed that there was a red-feathered chick curled up on the other's lap, which was completely incompatible with the other's otherworldly demeanor. Disgusting.

But no one dared to make fun of it, pretending not to see it.

The red-haired chick was also very different. Hearing the hustle and bustle of the disciples around him, he raised his head and squinted with bean eyes, and then lay back proudly with his neck up.

The suzerain of Daoyan Sect, the masters and elders of each peak led the 33-day group into Qingting Peak.

Sovereign: "Do you know what is in Yaozu's cuff?"

Daoist Hongyu used secret method to transmit sound, "It is said that Yaozu has a beloved disciple, this is his memorial tablet."

Everyone: "...?"

The boss's personal belongings are all so different?

The 33-day journey has high mountains and far rivers, and any rumors are rarely spread. In addition, the ancestor of medicine is compassionate, but not angry and pretentious, so that people dare not talk about right and wrong.

If Daoist Hongyu hadn't asked for 33 days, he wouldn't have bothered to inquire.This time he begged the ancestor of medicine to save Yu Chuci, in exchange, he had to lend the other party the artifact soul refining pot, the details of which had been reported to the sect.

When Daoist Hongyu spoke, everyone listened carefully with their ears closed. They were extremely curious about Yaozu's confidant. They needed to use the soul refining pot to see that the person had hurt their souls. With Yaozu's superb medical skills, let alone a monk, Even ordinary people can easily prolong their lives and live for a thousand years without any problem.

Among them, the twists and turns of right and wrong really make people scratch their heads and scratch their heads.

A certain elder said, "That immortal monarch from the upper realm is not like this."

So everyone thought of Chunyang Immortal Monarch, who also lost his lover's spirit and soul, making the ancestor who cultivated the ruthless way guard the tablet day and night, haunting his dreams.

Everyone looked at each other, sighing.

Master-student love is not shallow.

—

Lin Qiubai slept with the quilt rolled up until it was three o'clock in the sun before waking up slowly. After washing up, he put on his outer shirt and carried a water bottle to the front yard to water the vegetable garden.

Compared with the few varieties before, after Lin Qiubai's efforts, the vegetables in the vegetable garden have become rich and colorful. There are not only Chinese cabbage, but also orange fruits and cherries. Last night, the cherry meat was fed to Zhizhi, and the seeds were sown in the garden. In the front yard, tender shoots have already emerged at this time.

Just at this moment, he heard a noisy sound from outside again, which seemed to be mixed with Yu Chuci's voice.

Lin Qiubai poured another pot of water.

No one could have imagined that after the 33-day honored guest had been placed in the guest courtyard of the Forbidden Area, the Chunyang Sword Master who had just been talked about by everyone was already standing in front of them.

Wan'ai's Wuhua snow robe is windless and automatic, and a long sword made of ice and snow hangs from his waist, and his long eyelashes hang down slightly to cover the expression in his eyes, looking down like a god looking back.

Everyone still thought that the ancestor was dissatisfied with the new neighbor, but he shocked everyone without even thinking of saying a word——

"Who was the one who played the piano with me last night?"

The suzerain and the elders didn't know why, they had already meditated and habitually closed their five senses and didn't understand what happened last night, but the disciples of Qingting Peak became excited, "Is the piano played by the same sect?"

"Is it Junior Brother Yu?"

"Definitely is."

Recalling last night that the silk strings were stirring, some disciples were so intoxicated that they shook their heads, as if they were completely drunk.

The suzerain observed the words and expressions: "Why did the immortal name him?"

Sword Master Chunyang was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and said: "Heaven, earth, universe, this song is only known to him and me."

It is said that Chunyang Jianzun had a precious disciple a hundred years ago, but he broke the way to complete Jianzun.

Everyone sighed again.

Sovereign: "In this case, let your peak disciples gather together and play a song on the spot."

Daoist Hongyu was in a complicated mood: "Okay."

The entire Qingting Peak was shaken, Yu Zexi, the second senior brother who had practiced in seclusion for many years, was also summoned, except for the inner disciples, a hundred outer disciples lined up outside the Hongguang Hall, and entered the hall in groups of ten sonata.But even Daoist Hongyu believed that if anyone could play the sound of nature, it must be Yu Chuci.

Seeing that Xiu Zhaoxuan was rejected, and Yu Zexi, the most mysterious second senior brother, also failed, everyone's focus was on Yu Chuci, as if he was the one that the Immortal Venerable was looking for.

Daoist Hongyu stood at the bottom of the steps with his hands behind his back, glanced at Yu Chuci, who was as tall and straight as a bamboo, and closed his eyes, it was difficult to make a decision. If Yu Chuci was really the person the immortal was looking for, and he wanted to take him to the upper realm, what should he do? How to deal with yourself.

Yinxiu is similar to medical practitioners, their status in the realm of comprehension is extraordinary and refined, and their master Hongyu Daoist is also very accomplished, but now it is rare to feel envious, but the one who is blessed is their most beloved Junior Brother Yu, so they don't feel jealous, They all gathered around Yu Chuci and talked enviously. Among them, Xu Linglong, the eighth junior sister with the most outrageous temper, expressed frankly, "Junior brother Yu, don't forget each other even if you are rich, and don't forget to visit often when you are in the upper realm."

Yu Chuci's demeanor was like a ray of gentle wind, neither anxious nor irritable, "I dare not refuse to obey the order of my senior sister."

Everyone laughed in good faith.

Inside it was sung: "The next group—"

In the eyes of the crowd full of expectations and blessings, Yu Chuci strode into the Hongguang Hall with his sleeves and gown clung to his abdomen without a trace.

Ever since he changed Lin Qiubai's spiritual roots, he has never experienced failure. He naturally knew that the person who played against the ancestor last night was not himself, but so what, he didn't think that he played worse than that person.

This is his opportunity, an opportunity that reaches heaven in one step.

Yu Chuci was born clean, and he is clean at a glance. His eyes are shaped like flowers and jade, with a warm and clear color, his long hair is tied in a crown belt, and a plain belt outlines a slender waist. His back is tall and straight, quite strong, but friendly Being close to people makes people think of the green bamboos in the mountains and the cleanness of ice and jade, which makes people feel good for no reason.

From the suzerain of Daoyanzong to the disciples of Sasao, there is no one who dislikes him.

Seeing him entering the hall and catching a glimpse of the figure of Curling Qiuyue, the eyes of the elders of Dao Yanzong unconsciously softened a little.

Yu Chuci was not shocked by favor or humiliation, but in fact his heart was throbbing with heat, and he still dared not forget the merciless and unattainable fairy on the Wanxiang stage that he had glimpsed just now.

If it is taken back to the upper realm by the ancestors...

Like Yu Chuci, there are still a few people who are determined to perform well, but after only ten breaths, the immortal sitting on the Vientiane Stage opened his closed eyes, and spread his sleeves like water, "vomit hoarse mocking , unbearable."

Her voice is like ice and snow, without a trace of emotion.

Yu Chuci's face turned pale.

Disciples: "..."

Junior brother Yu's songs were all dismissed as unbearable, so they were just crying ghosts and howling wolves.

Hearing such a comment, Yu Chuci was stunned in place, her hands were still pressing on the seven strings but trembling slightly, her face full of disbelief.

It has been a long time since he has been humiliated like this. It seems that he has returned to the time when he never met Daoist Hongyu. He wandered around. He was born with a disability. To make a living, he has done everything from being an ox to a horse. At that time, being humiliated seemed to be commonplace.

But after entering Dao Yanzong, he was highly praised, and even the former chief Lin Qiubai was easily stepped on by him and became his stepping stone. These pasts seem to have gradually moved away, and he was sealed in the deepest part of his mind , only became his nightmare when he dreamed back at midnight.

At this time, he was mercilessly denied in public, and the nightmare once again entangled him.

Yu Chuci's face was full of despair.

Daoist Hongyu is naturally aware of the past, and he can't help showing worry, but he has never heard the stringed music last night, and there is no comparison, so he doesn't know how to comfort his beloved little disciple.

Seeing that the disciples on Qingting Peak had all played a round, some elders looked at the master of Chixia Peak, Ge Shuhan was missing.

Master Ge Feng knew how much his son was worth, and besides, Ge Shuhan's legs were only half healed, but right now the elders refused to let go of a glimmer of hope, and all stared at him. Xiafeng carried him up.

Unsurprisingly, after half an hour, another Ge Shuhan knelt down in the Hongguang Hall, his leg was injured more and more, if Master Ge Feng hadn't pressed him forcibly, he might have trembled and cried out in pain.

The melodious sounds gradually faded around the beams, and the magnificent Hongguang Hall was completely silent.

The room was filled with dead silence, and the immortal who was sitting indifferently lowered his eyes, barely holding the Dao seal between his brows.

That's a bad omen.

At the same time, a sinister and crazy voice sounded in his mind:

—Look at your current appearance, you are just like a lost dog, do you regret that you didn't give your body to me back then?If I had controlled this body at that time, he wouldn't have been wiped out!

— Are you uncomfortable?pain?Do you regret it?You have cultivated the way of ruthlessness, so you think you will not be emotional?The joke of slipping the world.

—Cowards who deceive themselves and others, the fate of cowards is to lose their loved ones forever!

—Admit it, you love him!

……

That was his half body - Pure Yang Sword Spirit.

Xianjun pursues the Dao, and the human sword is one. He once used his half body to forge this natal spirit sword. It can be said that the Chunyang sword is his half body.

Now the Chunyang Sword Spirit is shouting hysterically, the cold and indifferent Xianjun closed his eyes, only the tight lines on the back of his hand can be seen a little clue, he is holding a tablet with illegible writing in his palm, "All Qingting Peak disciples are here Here?"

Master Hongyu's spiritual sense has always been keen, but at this moment his heart tightened and his spine felt chills. He thought about it carefully, then swept across the faces of the silent disciples, bowed and said: "Yes."

He didn't deliberately exclude Lin Qiubai, but now Lin Qiubai is just a mortal, not even a monk. He didn't regard this thing that corrupted the style of the sect as a disciple of the sect, so he didn't make a sound to remind him.

At the same time, Lin Qiubai, who was giving birth to cherries in the front yard, sneezed, took out a thin jacket from his Qiankun sleeve, and put it on.

After a while.

The immortal gentleman with a dusty temperament slowly got up, stepped down from the jade steps, and waved his sleeves. Behind him, the magnificent Vientiane Terrace collapsed, turning into powder and dissipating between the heaven and the earth with the wind.

The elders with their eyes above the top were silent, and lowered their heads cowardly, not even daring to fart.

It wasn't until after half a stick of incense that the chill in the room dissipated that everyone stood up grinning with lingering fear.

It's really gods falling in love, but mortals are in trouble.

Yu Chuci knelt stiffly, and the brothers surrounded her to comfort her.

—

The Ruthless Immortal Venerable's boots moved lightly, and in a blink of an eye, he was halfway up the mountain.

Suddenly, a mellow and meaningful voice came from not far away, which was more beautiful than Lingling flowing water, "Han Linxiao."

He raised his eyes, still looking with the sharp eyes of Shuangxue, and recognized who was sitting in the wheelchair, "Yun Liuxuan."

The voice in the ear laughed strangely.

—It’s your younger brother, it’s so pitiful that you are still a cripple as Yao Zu...

—I know what you think, want him to help you get rid of me?It's ridiculous, do you think I'm just your sword spirit?

—I am your desire, your obsession, I am you.

Yun Liuling was sitting under the tree, curled up on his knees with that horrible red chicken, like a red woolen blanket, rubbed his fingers over the tablet in his arms, and glanced at the tablet on the side of the handsome fairy's sleeve, " haven't seen you for a long time."

The two are brothers of the same mother and compatriots. Later, they each had people they liked, so they got together less, and later the people they liked died, and they didn't even have the intention to get together. The two have been busy for hundreds of years. not seen.

Han Linxiao suppressed the Pure Yang Sword Spirit back to his sea of ​​consciousness, put the tablet in his chest and put it away, and said in a low voice, "How are you doing recently?"

Yun Liuzhen looked sideways at the pear blossoms on the tree, a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was red like blood, and the cinnabar, which symbolizes compassion and kindness, looked like a demon at this moment, "So what's good, so what's not good... It's really rare. Elder brother was trapped by love one day."

It never occurred to them that after a hundred years, when their brothers reunited, they were deeply rooted in love, and they all carried memorial tablets, so they could not die well.

He could tell at a glance that Han Linxiao's Taoist seal was loose, or that he was about to fall into the devil's way, so he smiled slightly, "How many drinks do you have?"

Han Linxiao: "Okay."