Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

Daoist Yuan, the only surviving Dao-level powerhouse of the Taihua Xianzong in the Lantian Realm, is also the fundamental confidence for the Taihua Xianzong to rank among the immortal sects.

In the battle for the ancient jade thousands of years ago, the three Taoist masters of Xianmen were traumatized to varying degrees, and they had to retreat to recuperate and retreat behind the scenes.

Not long after the powerful aura erupted from the back mountain, the news that the Taoist master was about to leave the customs quickly spread throughout the entire Taihua Xianzong.

Overnight, all the loose atmosphere in the sect disappeared.Whether it's the Elder Peak Master or the disciples of the Immortal Sect, they all walked on the road without squinting, with a dignified and serious appearance. Even the mission hall changed from the usual slow and leisurely style, making people wonder if all the people inside have changed.

When Xu Rong asked the reason, Yin Lang said casually: "The Taoist is most tired of people who are slow and inefficient in doing things."

Xu Rong felt suddenly enlightened.

He gently reminded: "Then you... don't we need to make any preparations?"

"No need." Shen Muxuan seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth, and Xu Rong couldn't tell clearly: "Who is the Taoist, I don't lack my rags."

He knocked on the table and changed the subject: "Did you run out to sneak out when you finished planting the land? When your senior brother and you cultivated at the same level, he planted a mountain in three days."

Xu Rong's face was distorted so hard to describe.

His position for Taoist Tianji has always been that he is a free and unrestrained Taoist who teaches his apprentices in a free-range way. The expectation is that apart from acting as a backer for him at the beginning, he will have a time to dormant and cultivate, and he will completely ignore what he has done in the later period.

His natural and unrestrained personality is a good match; his free-range disciples are also a good match; his backer's force value is also enough... But the question is, why is he so keen on letting his apprentices farm the land!

If he hadn't found that his foundation had indeed been tempered more firmly in the process of repeated farming, and the recovery speed of his spiritual power had also accelerated a lot, he would really have to start seriously thinking about recalling when he didn't feel guilty about Shen Muxuan.

Could it be that this is really the unique pre-training method of Tianji Daojun's lineage?

Tu Feng came here in style, and when passing by the flower garden, he also praised it: "The planting is good, and it has the demeanor of Tianji back then."

This evaluation is very familiar.

Facing Xu Rong's euphemistic question, Tu Feng laughed and said: "He hasn't told you yet, he was taken away from the field by Elder Feng...cough, took him away?"

Then he roughly explained the history of cultivation of Daoist Tianji, who is high in the eyes of outsiders.

To sum it up:

Shen Muxuan was born in a mortal farmer's family. He was only eight or nine years old when he was discovered by his master, the elder holding the sword. He was farming with his parents in the fields.

When the elder holding the sword flew across the sky, his heart suddenly moved, and he glanced down according to his feeling. He happened to meet a half-body muddy child in the farmland. …No, take it away.

Xu Rong was stunned.

He really didn't know that Shen Muxuan was a farmer before Xiuzhen.

He tried his best to match the figure in the snow suit with the image in Tu Feng's narration, but he couldn't help but cover his face after trying several times.

Ah... this is too disillusioned.

Tu Feng smiled: "Although our sect does have a tradition of opening a mountain once in a hundred years, but the elders and peak masters themselves see any good seedlings outside, and the xinxing talents pass the test, and the sect will not stop you. Many of your brothers and sisters That's how it came."

"However, farming is indeed a tradition of your Tianji Peak. When your master was just picked up, the elder holding the sword deliberately took some spiritual bamboo seeds for him to plant in order to save him from being sad. Your master It's more familiar than you-"

"Brother Sect Leader." A faint voice suddenly came out.

Tu Feng was caught off guard and was so startled that he coughed again and again. When he turned around, he saw the person sitting on the tree next to him staring at him quietly with a pair of black eyes open.

He randomly picked a thicker branch and sat with his knees bent, leaning on the trunk like a boneless one, looking sideways at the two people under the tree.

The snow-white robe hung down along the curve of the body, shaking slightly in the wind, and the lowest point almost touched Xu Rong's heart.

"You came to me so early, what's the matter with the sect master brother?" Shen Muxuan closed his eyes halfway, looking uninspired.

Tu Feng, who was talking about the dark history behind his back, was a little guilty, and didn't dare to ask him why he was in such a bad state, so he coughed dryly: "The Taoist master has left the customs."

"I know." Shen Muxuan nodded.

Tu Feng looked at him.

Shen Muxuan looked back expressionlessly.

After staring at each other for a long time, Tu Feng's face darkened when he couldn't wait for the other party's response.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I mean, restrain your thoughts of running away! If you want to go out to play, wait until the matter of Tianxuan Taoist is over!"

Tu Feng pointed out the idea that had not yet been implemented, and Shen Muxuan immediately sighed regretfully.He muttered: "The Zongmen is not short of my fighting power..."

Tu Feng's ears were very sharp, and he was heartbroken on the spot: "Don't forget that you just accepted a disciple, and you have the nerve to let the child stay alone in the sect? Then what is the use of you as a master!"

Be a backer!

"Be a backer."

Master and apprentice, one thought about it and the other said it, but miraculously thought of going together.

Shen Muxuan spread his hands helplessly: "Brother Sect Master, I said earlier that I am not good at teaching apprentices, so I don't want to accept apprentices casually."

He changed his sitting position, and lazily said: "I don't think the little disciple is a bad person with bad character, he can do whatever he likes, and I'll just clean up the mess for him."

Yu Bi whispered again: "Otherwise, who would bring a troublemaker back to find work for him?"

Tu Feng's face completely darkened.

The next day, Gu Fuxuan saw his unhappy junior in the lineup welcoming the Taoist master to leave the customs.

...Thinking about it, I know how I was dragged here by the head.

He coughed lowly, and reminded through sound transmission: "At least put on a pretense, don't leave a bad impression on the Taoist master." He really dotes on his junior.

Shen Muxuan lowered his head, feeling a little tired even through the sound transmission: "Got it." His expression didn't change at all.

Yuan Daoist's retreat is located in the back mountain of Taihua Xianzong, among the winding mountains that spread ten thousand meters.

The forest is dense, and on the top of the highest mountain, in front of a secret cave closed by a formation, for the first time in a century, there is no shortage of high-level officials of the Taihua Xianzong.

The leader was Tu Feng, behind him Li Baisu bowed his head quietly, his previous coldness and rage had completely subsided, and the place beside him was empty.

The next three sword masters follow closely, and then follow the order of cultivation from the tribulation stage to the Mahayana stage.

These dozen or so people are the top group of combat power in the entire Taihua Immortal Sect.

Kaiyang Sword Master Elder Zhu stood opposite the two senior brothers with winking eyes, leaving room for them to chat through sound transmission.

"Why did you look like this so early in the morning? Who recruited you again?"

Yin Lang pretended so well that it was difficult for others to see the difference between his mood today and yesterday.But for the brother (fu) brother (qin) who raised his junior with his own hands, he can instantly interpret his thoughts in combination with the context before and after when the other party raises his eyebrows.

"It's nothing." Yin Lang opened his fan to cover it up, and complained plausibly: "I just think...it's too troublesome to raise an apprentice. Senior brother can raise both A Lan and Xiao Chang'an so well, it really is amazing ah."

Gu Fuxuan laughed, and deliberately corrected: "It's three."

Then reached out and tapped his shoulder: "Isn't this excellent?"

Yin Lang was slightly taken aback, and immediately frowned: "Senior brother really..." made fun of me.

The brothers laughed.

After laughing, Gu Fuxuan looked at the vacant seat beside Li Baisu, and his brows and eyes were stained with sadness: "Master has been in seclusion for decades, and I don't know when he will be able to leave..."

There are no sword-holding elders who have crossed the tribulation period and the Dzogchen. These years, the sword-holding lineage has suffered a lot in the battle with the law-enforcing lineage. The younger brother involved in sharing the burden, which was far less easy than it seemed on the surface.

It's best not to go out in this life.

Yin Lang lowered his eyes and did not respond, the killing intent in his eyes was deep in his bones.

If he hated and feared Yuan Daoist, then he only had pure hatred for Feng Jiangcheng, the nominal master.

But I can't do it yet.

No matter in terms of power or strength, he is far behind the colossal Taihua Xianzong.

So far... that there is no power to fight back.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The forest trees rustled, the birds sang and flew away, the pressure in the air increased several times in an instant, and more than a dozen people present quickly knelt down along with this force.

"Congratulations to the ancestors to leave the customs."

Yin Lang bowed respectfully along with everyone, calling him the ancestor.The expression and posture were adjusted to the most suitable appearance in an instant, and there was no unwillingness or hatred in the slightest bit.

For a split second, all sound died away.

The wind stopped blowing, the water stopped flowing, and the trees stopped moving.

An extra person appeared out of thin air on the flat ground.

White-haired, brown-clothed, ordinary-looking.There is no momentum around him, and he can no longer distinguish it from the crowd.

Yuan Daoist.

After being allowed to get up, Tu Feng bowed deeply again, and said respectfully: "Master Taoist, all peak masters are already waiting in Huayuan Hall."

Daoist Yuan, who looked like a middle-aged man, waved his hands and looked more like an ordinary mortal when he smiled: "Don't be so solemn, the ancestor just came out to get some air, what you should do and continue to do, it's more important not to let go to accompany me, an old man who is about to die."

Tu Feng said without hesitation, "Nothing is more important than your exit."

Daoist Yuan was very pleased.

He glanced around the people who came to greet him, his eyes quickly settled on one person, and he walked forward: "Ah, Tianji is here too. The ancestor thought that when he left the customs, your kid was wandering outside again. Forgot to go home."

Everyone laughed in good faith.

Shen Muxuan tilted his head in embarrassment, "...you are joking. There is absolutely no reason why Mu Xuan would not come to meet you for such a big event."

"Hahaha." Daoist Yuan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction, and said to Tu Feng: "The old ancestor is old, not as strong as you young people, but the younger generation needs to be patient."

Tu Feng immediately answered: "What did the ancestor say? It just so happens that some peak masters have not yet arrived at the Huayuan Hall. The ancestor can go back to rest first. Why don't you let Tianji go with you? You may not have seen each other for a long time."

Daoist Yuan laughed, and left with Shen Muxuan.

The two passed through dozens of complicated magic circles smoothly all the way, and arrived at the palace of Daoist Yuan in Taihua Xianzong.

When passing through the last formation, Yin Lang's smiling face disappeared instantly.

He directly shook off Daoist Yuan's hand on his shoulder, completely ignoring the gloomy face of the other party, and put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, exuding a blue sword light.

"Take things out."

Daoist Yuan narrowed his eyes: "Tianji, I haven't seen you for decades, are you a lot more courageous?"

"Heh." Yin Lang sneered again and again: "Anyway, you can get what you need, so what's my attitude?"

The pressure in the air suddenly increased, causing his legs to soften and almost kneel on the spot.

Daoist Yuan said with a cold face, "You dare to provoke this Daoist, is your skin itchy again?"

Yin Lang exhausted all his strength to barely resist the pressure from Daoist Yuan. He glanced sideways at him, smiled suddenly, and the sword light in his right palm soared.

Under Daoist Yuan's unbelievable eyes, he actually withdrew his whole body's defenses, and stabbed at his dantian between the eyebrows with a sword!