After being sacked, I became Master's White Moonlight

In recent years, the territory of Qingyou Valley has gradually expanded, and the buildings are scattered on various hilltops.Jing Yu was led by Jing Ting, and walked for a long time in the endless mountains before finally stopping.

Yun Rong had already been waiting for them inside, and when she saw Jing Ting approaching, she smiled and said, "Brother Ting is in a good mood today, I am willing to come back and have a look."

Jing Ting repeatedly begged for mercy: "Sir, don't tease me. I'm here today to hear about Xiao Jing's past." In the future, he can make up for his mistake of mistaking Lu Beijin for a lover.

Yun Rong turned her gaze to Jing Yu.There was no one around, Jing Yu had already taken off the crown, and met Shang Yunrong's gaze, just smiled: "I didn't say I wanted to talk about the past, but I just wanted to trouble you to help me find out the life and death of a disciple of the Wuji Sect. Call Junqing, It should be the legitimate son of the branch of the Wuji Sect."

Yun Rong did everything she could, but when she left with an excuse, she called Jing Ting over and asked them about their previous experience in Bei'an City.

Jing Yu was bored waiting, saw a pond in front of him, and fed the fish food.

Not long after, he heard light footsteps and a breath of rain.Jing Yu turned around, smiled at Yun Rong, "You scared away the fish I fed, how can you pay for it?"

Yunrong's face turned pale: "It's my fault, if you need anything in the future, just come to me."

Jing Yu was slightly surprised: "It sounds like a prodigal son's rhetoric to coax a girl. But your face was so bad just now, it must be that the news of Junqing's death has been confirmed."

It is not appropriate to explain whether he is a prodigal son at this time, Yunrong sighed, approached, and held Jing Yuxu in his arms, with one hand hanging on Jing Yu's waist, and the other gently stroking the boy's soft hair : "That's true. Qingyougu is sorry for the love calamity, Xiaojing, you have worked hard."

He has long forgotten the surprise and pain about who Lu Beijin likes, and now he is still talking about hard work.Jing Yu raised his head slightly, imitating how Yunrong rubbed his hair before, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the top of Yunrong's hair: "It's okay."

Yun Rong felt even more guilty, and said in a deep voice, "Next time we meet, I won't let him leave alive."

Jing Yu smiled, and took out Lu Beijin's gauntlet: "You don't need to do anything, he and I have made a life-and-death gauntlet. You always want to take over Qingyougu. With so many things to do, how can you spare your mind to kill him. Just let me do it."

Yun Rong's eyes were flickering, and she rarely responded to Jing Yu's words, but said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to stay here for long today. There are a group of immortal people outside, and they have been making trouble for a long time."

Jing Yu was indeed attracted attention: "There are indeed a few immortal cultivators at the Mahayana stage outside, will it be a bit troublesome?" He thought for a while, and said: "Anyway, I'm fine when I come back, let's go with you. "

Yun Rong looked at Jing Ting indiscriminately, hoping that he would take Jing Yu away.But Jingting clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Then I'll go first, the quiet valley gives me a headache."

Jing Yu pushed Yunrong lightly, broke free from his empty embrace, and said with a smile, "Why are you so unhappy? I am the only god in Qingyou Valley. Is there anything I can't listen to?"

Yunrong smiled and sighed: "It's because I'm too narrow-minded. I always feel that you are still a child, and I worry that you will be tired or someone will wrong you. You are not a temperament that can be manipulated by others."

What's more, he will bring the entire Qingyou Valley to support him.

Jing Yu's heart skipped a beat, but his eyes were full of bewilderment. He paused for a moment before softly saying, "I will do what I can."

Yun Rong responded with a smile, caught a glimpse of the jade crown lying aside, and wanted to put it on for Jing Yu.Stretching her hand in mid-air, Jing Yu had already lifted the crown by herself, put it on her head with ease, and said to him, "Let's go."

Yunrong curled up her fingertips and lowered her eyes lightly: "Go this way."

Qingyou Valley is hidden in the gap between the mortal world and the way of heaven, and it is not easy for people to enter.So Qingyou Valley set up a separate Shuiyue Terrace to receive guests.

At this time, more than a dozen immortal cultivators gathered on the Shuiyue Terrace, but their combined names can scare people to death—all the suzerains of the Immortal Dao, as long as they have a head and a face, almost all stand here.

Jing Tinglan was ordered to receive them, and when she saw Jing Yu and Yunrong coming, she hurried over: "It's been half an hour, and they haven't chosen a representative yet. It looks like a few people are about to make a move, so Xiao Jing hasten to teach them a lesson. "

Yun Rong tapped her forehead: "It's not big or small."

Jing Yu really stepped forward.A suzerain with sharp eyes saw him coming and said, "I'm here to discuss important matters in the cultivation world, but Qingyou Valley sticks to the rules and refuses to be accommodating. It's a little unreasonable."

"Is that so..." Jing Yu scanned the crowd and found an acquaintance.Cong Jiyu appeared to represent the Wuji Sect, and was surrounded by the crowd with his teacher Changsheng.

Master Sheng was coughing lightly: "This is Yu Jing Shenjun, don't be rude."

The man was a little bit dissatisfied, so he listened to Rong Jiyu and said: "What Master Shizong said is true."

So the whole crowd fell silent, looking at Jing Yu with different thoughts.

In Qingyou Valley, Jing Yu didn't engage in so much mystifying aura, but she still faintly exuded the coercion of a god: "Qingyou Valley does have rules, if there are visitors, please send a representative to come. This is to prevent inexplicable Involved in other people's family affairs, now it seems that it is indeed reasonable. It is clear that the demon cultivator has set off a war for a long time, and the immortal way...hasn't gathered together to fight against the enemy?"

This was said bluntly, and some people were so angry that their blood surged.But among the immortal sects, Shangxuan Xianzong and Wujizong have been at loggerheads for a long time, how could it be possible to elect a convincing envoy overnight?

However, Qingyougu has a big shelf, and if he wants to see Yunrong, he must be the person in power of the fairy sect.Now it is extremely difficult to gather all the people in power here.Qingyougu is too shameless.

Teacher Changsheng was secretly afraid, he only felt that Yu Jingshenjun's aura was much deeper and unfathomable than when they met 50 years ago.If he had known that he was there, he would not have contacted the affiliated sect so hastily.This is to seek some benefits for the Shangxuanxian sect, so don't throw stones at your feet.

Volume Yu on the side could still laugh at this moment, and lowered his posture: "Don't blame the gods, the two families of Xianmen have been at odds for a long time, and the rules and etiquette are completely different, and it is really difficult to get along with each other. This time I was really rude. , but please Qingyougu make an exception and let the envoys of our two families come to negotiate with the eldest son."

Jing Yu didn't speak, Yun Rong stepped forward and said, "Now it seems that if everyone in the fairy sect agrees, that's the only way to go."

The affiliated sects, even if they were angry in their hearts, did not dare to speak out, and could only watch helplessly as Rong Jiyu and his teacher entered the pavilion.

After entering the door, Yun Rong raised her hand slightly, let Jing Yu take the main seat, and sat next to Jing Yu herself, and said with a smile: "The Immortal Gate likes to talk about rules and etiquette. Although I represent the Qingyou Valley, I need to be respected by the gods all the time. My lord, this is the etiquette of our Qingyou Valley, I hope you both understand."

Jing Yu chuckled under the crown, where did this etiquette come from? It was all made up by Yunrong himself.

Because of this, Master Changsheng didn't dare to see Shenjun Yu Jing clearly, but he heard Rong Jiyu leisurely say: "The more I look at Shenjun, the more familiar I feel. Could it be that we have met before?"

Of course Jing Yu remembered the bad debt he had with Cong Ji Yu back then, but he had no intention of reconnecting with him: "I am with this world, you feel this way, maybe it's because you have cultivated well."

Volume Yu smiled apologetically, as if he didn't take it seriously.

Afterwards, Master Changsheng explained their reason for coming: "This time, the evil way has come back to bring disaster to the world. Immortals and demons have been incompatible since ancient times, and since Shinto has long-cherished the wish to maintain the world of cultivation, it is convenient for reason and reason, so it should be one with the immortal sect." Front. When Qingyou Valley was born, it also got in touch with Xianmen. I just don’t know why Qingyou Valley has passed so many years, but it still hasn’t shown a bias. Maybe there is some misunderstanding. Yougu resolves the misunderstanding."

Cong Jiyu smiled and said: "Qingyougu's achievements over the years are obvious to all. Shinto is so kind to the cultivation world, why can't it help the demon cultivator to cause a catastrophe?"

The words are nice, but every word and every sentence is all forcing the divine way to make a choice among immortals and demons.

After the two finished speaking, they looked at Yun Rong.Yun Rong only took a sip of tea, leisurely waiting for Jing Yu to speak.

Jing Yu thought for a long time, and was a little puzzled: "You dare to talk to the person in charge of Qingyou Valley like this, but I am very puzzled. Yunrong, you and the owner of the valley have been practicing Shinto for 50 years, and you have only come to such a position? door, and thought that he and Shinto could be on an equal footing."

Yunrong couldn't help laughing: "Yunrong knows it's wrong."

The two sang together, although the teacher is good at nourishing energy, he couldn't help but get angry at this time: "What do you mean by Shinto? Could it be that you think that the hundred schools of immortals are not as good as your Qingyougu?"

Under the crown, the young man softly uttered cold words: "No matter how many of you there are, you really are not worthy of challenging God."

At this time, even Cong Jiyu's face became much more ugly: "I don't know what the god said...how can I explain it?"

Jing Yu said softly: "There are twelve cities on the border of Zhongzhou, and they share a spiritual vein that is about to dry up. I want this spiritual vein to be refilled, but snow falls all year round in the twelve cities for three years."

"This is impossible." Master Sheng retorted subconsciously, "That spiritual vein has been broken into countless pieces..."

Volume Yu frowned slightly, and took out the flickering communication talisman.After reading it, there was an unconcealable surprise in his eyes: "A few breaths ago, the aura surged in the twelve cities of Zhongzhou, and Ruixue fell. This..."

The spiritual veins and weather between heaven and earth are changed by the mind of Shenjun Yujing.The world to them, in Jing Yu's hands, is just a mass of soil that can be kneaded at will.

Cong Jiyu made a decisive decision and knelt on the ground. Amid Yunrong's feigned astonishment, he said in a deep voice, "Cultivators pay homage to the Heavenly Dao. The gods and the Heavenly Dao are indistinguishable from each other. Naturally, they should kneel down like this."

Master Changsheng's face was already pale, and he also knelt beside him, begging Shenjun Yu Jing to calm down his anger.

Yunrong laughed lightly: "Why did you calm down, Shenjun is not so stingy. Otherwise, when you spoke lies to him, your sect would have been wiped out."

Cong Jiyu exhaled lightly, and reluctantly said: "The envoy... taught me a lesson. I'm the one who bothered you a lot today, and please don't take it to heart."

Jing Yu blinked quietly, Yunrong was blowing him too much.Heavenly Dao has its own rules, even if he can do it, he can't easily wipe out the two great sects of the cultivation world.

However, Yunrong's threats were very effective, and the two never mentioned asking Shinto to help them, and they just left silently.

But there is one left.

The teacher left, but Cong Jiyu was still kneeling, and raised his head to look at Jing Yu, his expression was no more awed than before.But the respect is still there: "The younger generation wants to ask the gods a question. Qingyou Valley has set up wish shrines in each city, and everyone can get a wishing lottery in it, so as to ask for the help of the Qingyougu God Envoy. But I have never heard of it. However, the Divine Lord will bestow a wishing lottery, I don't know why."

Yun Rong frowned slightly, thinking that he was going to attack Jing Yu with this: "Shen Jun has given many miracles in recent years."

Jing Yu laughed instead: "It's not that I don't want to bestow the spiritual lottery, it's just that people in the world can't afford the power of vows that need to be enshrined. If you have a request, you can also go to the wish temple to try."

Cong Ji Yu's expression gradually became very familiar to Jing Yu, the one full of interest and planning: "But I have to try hard, can I ask the gods to let the child who deserved to die come back again?" to this world."

Jing Yu had a very strange feeling.For Cong Ji Yu, this farce that gathered all the heads of the immortal sect seemed to be just his attempt to test the divine way.

The purpose of the temptation finally fell on himself.Jing Yu lowered her eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Unfortunately, you may not be worthy of my wishing lottery."

the other side.

There was a heavy snowfall in Bei'an City today, and the spiritual veins suddenly recovered. Everyone was beaming. I hope that there will be no one in the temple. Burn incense and ask for a wishing lottery.

Lu Beijin subdued his demonic energy and trekked to the wishing temple on foot.His whole body was icy cold, and his breath was so desolate that he didn't look like a living person.

To get a wishing lottery, you need to exchange something you cherish.Lu Beijin was alone, and all he could give now was this flesh and blood.

He scratched his palm and watched the bright red blood drip into the formation in front of him.

And the stick of incense in front of him slowly lit up.

"Such a strong wish...it's really rare in this world!" The steward opened his eyes wide, looked at Lu Beijin in disbelief, and hurriedly congratulated, "Young master must be able to find a powerful envoy."

The man raised his eyes slightly, looking in the direction of the smoke.

He has no doubts about his steadfastness, but his grievances with Qingyougu are too deep.

The smoke rose into the air, but it seemed that it had encountered some barrier and could not break through.

The steward murmured: "It shouldn't be, how could there be no envoys willing to promise. My son, I have stayed in the wish temple for more than ten years, and I have never seen such a person rejected by all envoys. Generally speaking, even if If you don’t accept it, you will send an envoy to point it out.”

The man asked in a hoarse voice: "If I'm not mistaken, when the wish is strong enough, no matter what obstacles you encounter, it will be conveyed to Qingyou Valley."

"It's true... Oh you!" The steward was sweating coldly, his legs limp from the sudden burst of blood from Lu Beijin's body, and he sat back on the stool.

The man raised his hand again and closed his eyes, seeing Jing Yu's scarred wrist.

He was already weak, how many times he bled and suffered when he raised and returned the fairy grass...

The man cut his palm again, letting drops of blood hit the center of the formation.

He rarely begs anyone, and he does not allow himself to become weak.But at this moment, he wished he could beg that Yu Jing Shenjun face to face.

As long as you give him hope, he can do anything...

Lu Beijin's eyes were entwined with demon energy, but they shone stubbornly.

So, in his hope, the smoke finally broke through the invisible barrier and spread farther away.

Then nothing happened.

Lu Beijin stood there for three days, with people coming and going around him, he was like a stone sculpture.

The steward couldn't stand it anymore: "Young master, the response from the envoys has never lasted more than a day. I'm afraid... you should find another way."

The man who had been silent all this time let out a desperate hiss from his throat.

He had been looking for another way for 50 years, but when he finally saw hope, he was turned away because of those irrelevant hatreds.Qingyou Valley, which he had been to before, had no chance to see him again because of Yu Jingshenjun's closure.Now he can only humbly beg for the attention of the gods like all living beings, and then he is ignored again and again.

Yu Jing Shenjun can turn a blind eye, but he can't give up.Jing Yu didn't like to stay by himself in the first place, if he gave up, Jing Yu, who had broken the line of cause and effect, died without relatives or reasons, how scared he would be.

"Save him... and save me..."

Lu Beijin's chest was in severe pain, his fingertips pierced deeply into his chest, and roughly took out the blood from half of his palm.

"I'll show you my heart, Lord Yu Jing..."

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