Sick beauty master is pretending to be crazy again

In the center of Xuanling Sect is Qinyunju, which is surrounded by five peaks, which is the residence of Xuan Wuheng.The mountains here are quite flat, and the aura is relatively more concentrated and lingering.

Xuan Wuheng retreated for ten years, in Qinyun residence, inside and outside a not-so-big room, only five boys with pure yang bodies stayed behind to guard him with the Five Blessing Formation to prevent accidents.

Now the boy has become a half-grown boy. After receiving the revelation from the heavenly secret, he left the front of the formation, walked up to several elders who came to welcome the master to leave the customs, kowtowed, and told them to be calm.

At this time, some sect masters of other sects who were waiting outside Qinyunju, each had their own thoughts, and just wanted to know as soon as possible whether this powerful Xuan Wuheng in the world of cultivating immortals would be able to break through the promotion again or die a catastrophe.

The purpose is also to find out whether the world will change in the future.

"As long as someone from the Xuanling Sect ascends to the realm, there will inevitably be astronomical phenomena different from ours." A suzerain in a white Taoist robe twisted his long gray and white beard, and he was strong and upright, squinting his long and narrow eyes, and speculated, "Everyone Let's look at the sky above, it's very calm, could it be that Xuan Wuheng..."

"This suzerain, please be careful with your words." Hong Lin raised his sword and cupped his fists, very politely preventing him from saying anything more.But with some apprehension in his expression, he quickly glanced inside the gate of Qinyunju.

He saw his master Mo Yunze constantly picking his nails with his hands behind his back, and he seemed unsure, so he couldn't help but feel a sinking heart.

The strong and upright suzerain in white closed his mouth, but everyone understood the meaning in his eyes, that is, he was certain that Xuan Wuheng would have nothing to do this time.

The atmosphere is a little subtle.

Later, there was another blue-clothed suzerain who was quite handsome, his eyes were full of vigor and chivalry, he couldn't help but speak, and he didn't know who he was asking, his voice was not loud, and his tone was gentle, but it was It made people feel uncomfortable: "Everyone, does anyone know why Xuan Wuheng, the master of Xuanwuheng, who was so powerful and mighty as a god, suddenly suffered a death calamity?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that a hole that had been blocked for a long time was finally pierced. Even the disciples of Xuan Lingzong began to discuss it quietly.

For a while, there were endless buzzing and whispering.

Hong Lin was a little impatient, turned the sword flower, and his voice became softer, but the disciples of other sects still didn't stop.

Taking advantage of the momentum, another suzerain spoke.

"Using your words, I've always had doubts, and I'm very stuffy," said a blue-clothed lord who was quite old, with slender and silvery eyebrows, kind and dignified and solemn, and his voice was mellow and steady. Ling Li, he asked very seriously, "Why can Death Calamity be suppressed for ten years? Shouldn't it be that he knew where his fault was, sincerely repented, and after being punished by Heaven, either his cultivation or his body would be abolished, so he just If you can start over from the beginning, or if you don’t admit your fault, you should die..." He swallowed the word "death" and did not say it, but inspected all the people present, and finally his eyes fell on Hong Lin who was already a little unsteady. On the body, the eyes are intriguing.

It was extremely quiet again at the moment, no one was discussing, but tacitly waiting for someone, or Yu Honglin to say something before giving up.

"Every suzerain can come to welcome my sect master to leave the customs in his busy schedule. On behalf of Xuanling Sect, Honglin is very grateful." Honglin suddenly greeted Qinglie, and started a Tai Chi fight, which made several suzerains who planned to have a heated discussion , It's not easy to put on a smiley face, so they all smiled, looked at each other, and then quieted down.

But some disciples of Xuan Lingzong who came to welcome Xuan Wuheng to go out of the customs, they were muttering in their hearts.Honglin can hold on for a while, but what about later?They also have no confidence.

Because they are also well aware of the questions raised by the various suzerains, and all the immortal cultivators in the world want to know the answer.

As we all know, if you didn't do shady and evil things in the process of practice, you wouldn't suffer death.

Xuan Wuheng's image has always been that of punishing evil and promoting good, exorcising ghosts and evil spirits, although he is arrogant and flamboyant in his actions and not very popular, his achievements are undeniable.

He is really a person who works hard.

But the death calamity given to him by Heavenly Dao made the world cast an irrefutable shadow over Xuan Wuheng ten years ago.

Everyone tacitly agreed that Xuan Wuheng must have done something unbearable in nature behind his back.

To say that as long as he has a few more life-threatening friends, everyone's disbelief in him behind the scenes will not become so fast.

Everyone present was filled with inexplicable emotions. Rather than saying that these three suzerains, who represented the status second only to the Xuanling Sect, brought a large number of high-level disciples and came to welcome Xuan Wuheng out of the customs, it would be better They said yes, they came to give the world's immortal cultivators an answer.

After waiting for ten years, they didn't take advantage of others' danger, which can be called morality.

Just listen to the sound of "babbling", slowly piercing through the eardrum.

The door, which had been closed for ten years, opened a gap, and a few dust dusts were stirred up.

The dim candlelight swayed slightly, and the breeze swept in, expelling the strong scent of incense in the room, as well as a faint smell of dampness.

Against the background of the bright sun, everything in the gap is not conspicuous, as if shrouded in a layer of faint pearl, hazy.

Then came out the spiritual power that all immortal cultivators are familiar with.

This spiritual power is complete, sufficient, rich, and profound, and it is difficult for ordinary people to cultivate it. After all, it is in the realm of transcending tribulations. There are very few immortal cultivators in ancient and modern times.

If it exudes power, it will make people surrender.

Mu Wenxue felt the spiritual power for the first time, with deep guilt and remorse, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He frowned slightly, and his expression became slightly more serious.

Only people who are higher than Xuan Wuheng can sense this weak emotion. Naturally, Luo Qianshuang, who has turned into a hairpin on Ling Fei's head, can also feel it.

Not bad, he secretly sighed in his heart, he is a saved person.

The gap in the door was wider, a pale hand stretched out and slowly pawed at the door, and a voice as far away as a green mountain came out.

"Xiao Wenxue, you have grown up, but you haven't grown up." He couldn't tell whether he was happy or annoyed, with an extremely complicated tone.

People from inside and outside of Qinyun looked at Mu Wenxue standing upright like a green pine, but they didn't know what this sentence meant.

The air was very quiet, as if there were invisible instructions, making them not want to speak.

Only Mu Wenxue stared for a long time at the sickly white hand that had not seen the sun for many years, and smiled with lowered eyes, shallow, astringent, and the long eyelashes were shining with sunshine, the picture was beautiful, and his voice was very soft , but it was spread far and wide: "The apprentice is with the master, and it is fortunate that we can meet again."

The ending was long and then stopped abruptly.

The wind blows, the leaves shake slightly, the birds flap their wings, and the insects sing.

Only Mu Wenxue and the looming Xuan Wuheng behind the door seemed to be nailed in place, and everything was still.

Surrounded by invisible confrontation, many people who are not as good as them are quite uncomfortable.

"Is this...a special way for them to test their cultivation between master and apprentice?" Someone muttered in a low voice.

"It's said that that apprentice has a very high level of cultivation, higher than his master...how can we test it?"

The two looked at each other, without any conclusion, they shook their heads and shrugged, and could only continue to watch.

After a long time, a heavy sigh came from behind the door.

And Mu Wenxue's eyebrows trembled slightly following the sigh.

Emotions are unclear, but there is a bit of irritability.

Such a strange atmosphere.

This is the perception that everyone agrees on.

Luo Qianshuang, the hairpin on Ling Fei's head, stared at Mu Wenxue, feeling a little anxious in his heart. Although he liked Axue, he was very unwilling to see Mu Wenxue like this, so unspeakable mood.

After all, although this person is cold and alienated, and not close by a hundred feet, he is also a person who grew up feeding himself carrots bit by bit.And to say a thousand words and ten thousand, Ah Xue is Mu Wenxue, and he feels that it is necessary for him to care about that person's every word and deed.

The person behind the door took a slow step, and the disciples of the Wufu Formation quickly opened umbrellas to shield him from the sun, and covered his eyes with a piece of dark rhombic gauze, which melted on his face, and Fa Ling protected his eyes , he was helped out.

When he jumped into everyone's line of sight, the sky suddenly stirred crazily and lowered down fiercely. The panicked people almost ran away, but the dark clouds dissipated in an instant, and the sky was high and clear, as if the scene just now was just an illusion that disappeared in the blink of an eye. .

The suzerain in white looked serious, and said in a low voice: "Heaven still has a warning, but he let him go..."

The Tsing Yi Sect Master and the Blue Cloth Sect Master looked at him together, with expressions of affirmation and doubt.

Xuan Wuheng acted as if he hadn't seen the warning celestial phenomena, he raised his chin slightly and walked steadily, with Lingyun growing under his feet, aura radiating all over his body, a black robe sweeping the floor, sewn with blue and gold peacock feathers, his aura was calm and gorgeous.With a handsome face and hale eyes, he is more than 300 years old, but he still feels middle-aged.

Under the leadership of Mo Yunze, the disciples of the Xuanling Sect knelt down to pay homage, shouting, "Welcome to the master's exit!"

The three suzerains also felt the coercion from Xuan Wuheng, and their cultivation was not below, so they could only obediently kowtow.

There was only one person who was still standing straight, staring straight at Xuan Wuheng, with neither happy nor sad attitude, neither haughty nor haughty figure, and even a bit defiant.

Mo Yunze reached out and grabbed Mu Wenxue, urging him to kneel down quickly.

"Wen Xue, don't be ignorant!"

Mu Wenxue was indifferent.

And their master Xuan Wuheng, looking at the pious attitude of Mo Yunze, Ling Fei and others, had a somewhat contradictory expression on his haughty face, shook his head slightly, with a bit of bitterness in his eyes: "You didn't say anything. "

The voice was hoarse.

Mo Yunze and Ling Fei raised their eyes to look at Master, one didn't know what he meant, and the other secretly mocked.

"Master, what do you want me to say?" Mu Wenxue kept staring at those eyes that refused to let go of her arrogant and flamboyant eyes. "The life of this disciple should be yours. If you hadn't rescued me from the ghost world, I would have lost my life." To this day it is still life-better-death."

The tone was understated, yet sincere, cold and polite.

Everyone was confused, what happened to the master and apprentice?

Greeting each other in a friendly manner, and the deep affection between master and apprentice are touching.But why didn't Mu Wenxue kneel down to his master, and why didn't someone as arrogant as Xuan Wuheng blame him?

The atmosphere is really weird.

Luo Qianshuang had seen Mu Wenxue who was as cold as an abyss countless times, but she had never seen those eyes that were so complex and cold that she didn't dare to look directly at them.

"What's wrong with you..." He began to feel anxious and asked silently.

"The catastrophe of being a teacher has been resolved, and it's all thanks to you." Xuan Wuheng put his hand on Mu Wenxue's shoulder, finally letting go of his pride, and wanted to pat him, but the other side easily dodged him up.

Xuan Wuheng's hand paused awkwardly in the air for less than a second, Mu Wenxue took a step closer to Xuan Wuheng, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice as if holding crushed ice: "It's not as good as you and me back then. perish together."

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The author has something to say:

Xuan Wuheng, his matter is settled, it's over!