The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Peak Master Wen Yuan and Peak Master Feng Ming remained silent.

The two of them came up with the idea, and the peak masters gave them face by changing the Taoism method to the body competition method.

But no one has ever said that it is only better than this one.

The results of the competition were not convincing, and many people asked for another competition.

Three accounts for two, even if you don't want to, it's hard to go against the wishes of the majority.

After the waves passed, the surface of the lake became as smooth as a mirror again.The water is shining, and the mountains are empty.

The banquet hall was silent, and the peak masters reached a tacit understanding and acquiescence in the tacit silence.

In an instant, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at the same direction one after another.

He was the winner of the last competition, and everyone wanted to challenge him and make him lose.

"One after another, go." Daoist Huantian raised his jaw arrogantly, "Fight them."

Fang Xiu's anger was once again aroused by his domineering picture of himself as a master.

He slapped the table hard: "Liu Changji, do you want to die? I will help you."

The teacup on the table was overturned, splashing a pool of slowly flowing water on the smooth table.

Liu Changji looked proudly at himself, snorted with a sneer, mocking the other party's rudeness.

Glancing at the overturned teacup out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to have thought of something, and uttered a few sentences lazily: "Don't be surprised by the wine, and you will be full of spring, and the gambling will disappear and the fragrance of tea will be splashed." (*)

Everyone was amazed, what does Huantian mean by this?

One after another, her bright eyes widened instantly.

Just before the competition of agility, Daoist Huantian called him to his side and whispered in his ear.

He remembered clearly what the other party said: "If you win the first prize, I will tell you a secret about your master."

He won as promised, thriving.

I was thinking about when to find Liu Changji to fulfill the promise, but I didn't expect him to be so secretive and say it without any scruples.

Yantian Realm and Lian Lie's original world have roughly the same parallel history, and the poems are similar.

This poem is a famous line that has been recited through the ages. It was written by the poet in mourning for his deceased wife.

Master's secret?

One after another, I suddenly remembered a rumor that the monks had arranged about him in private - he was born of Taoist Juechen and a certain woman from the mortal world.

One after another is wearing, there is no such thing as occupying the original body.

Although he occasionally laughed at himself, as if he was a latecomer to his master, there should be no such possibility.

Could it be that he was actually a soul wearer, who passed on to someone who was exactly the same as himself in the original world, but did not inherit the memory of the original owner?

— Or, there is another possibility.

He just suspected yesterday: Is he being regarded as someone's substitute by the master?

Yesterday the master was sloppy, ambiguous, and ambiguous.

Liu Changji and Shizun have been close friends for many years, so they must know many secrets that others don't.

If what he said is true, then Master once had a beloved.

——And myself, looks like her?

This also makes sense, why the master accepted him as an apprentice, doted on him in every way, and that kind of ambiguity that seemed to be true.

One after another, I feel mixed flavors.

In fact, he himself didn't think there was anything wrong with entering into the literature of honoring the master and the literature of substitutes.

He is not a villain with evil intentions.

He is full of reverence for his master, and he doesn't have any unreasonable thoughts, so naturally he won't be hurt by love.

He just felt sorry for Master.

The master has profound morality, extraordinary status, glory, wealth and power, all of which are in his pocket.

It's a pity that the setting sun is easy to pass away, the bright moon is easy to disappear, and the eternal world is always difficult.

Master has love in his heart, but the love is far away.

They lowered their heads one after another, and quietly glanced at the master.

Juechen Daojunfeng's phoenix eyes were half down, his expression was elegant and noble, but he could sense the slight frown on the master's brows.

Master's mood must have been affected by these words.

He quietly glanced at his uncle and brother again.

Qin Shi was good at disguising, and it was difficult to see his true inner thoughts from his calm and calm expression.

Qin Shi might not know about Master's past when he was young.

Fang Xiu's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he stared at Liu Changji coldly like a poisonous snake, as if he wanted to put him to death.

One after another, I feel more and more that what Daoist Huantian said is very likely to be true.

Liu Changji and Fang Xiu were once again at war.

That inexplicable sentence caused another cold wind to blow around the waterside pavilion.

After a while, everyone recovered from looking at each other, and only then did someone turn the topic back to the competition.

Liu Zhang stepped out of the crowd, walked in front of Lian Lian, stretched out his hand and said, "Junior Brother Lu, please."

Even the invitation is omitted, and he will directly fight against him.

Qin Shi stood up suddenly: "Didn't I just say that you want to learn Sen Luo's swordsmanship, and I will compare it with you?"

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, trying to hide his impatience.If there weren't so many peak masters present, he wouldn't be too lazy to talk nonsense, and would directly fight Liu Zhang.

The mountain wind carried water vapor, blowing away the cold smoke in the evening.

The surface of the lake shone with silver light quietly, and there was another eerie silence inside the water pavilion.

Liu Zhang was bent on teaching the lesson one after another, Qin Shi was bent on showing brotherly love and protecting the junior, and the scene reached a stalemate.

Daoist Huantian added more firewood to the fire again, and said with a sneer, "I know how to fight him, I don't need your help."

Fang Xiu couldn't bear it anymore, and resolutely called out the long sword, intending to stop talking nonsense and directly fight with Liu Chang.

"Ah, ah..." Taoist Danxia supported his wrinkled forehead, and was about to come to make peace again.

A clear and elegant sound stopped everyone's movements in an instant: "Xu, take out the sword."

Daoist Juechen, who had been silent all this while sipping tea, finally said, "The sword that is my master."

Bowing their heads one after another, Yiyan took out a three-foot long sword with white jade inlaid with gold and lingering in fluorescent light from the Qiankun bag.

Taoist Juechen's slender index finger tapped lightly on the table, and the long sword trembled with a buzzing sound, and it was automatically unsheathed with a sound of Qingyue Jianming.

The peak owners were all shocked.

The Daojun Juechen is superb. In addition to the exquisite and unparalleled Senluo swordsmanship, he also has a set of sword formations created by himself.

The sword array is composed of five sharp swords at the level of artifacts. Each blow can break mountains and seas, shatter the sky, and its power is unstoppable.

No one has ever seen the power of the five swords.

The opponents he had met so far had already died by the sword when the third long sword was unsheathed.

But now, he lent the most powerful sword to his lover.

High-level magic weapons above the ground level can only be used by the master if they are bound by blood.

The natal sword is even more connected with its master's blood and blood, and is half of the monk's heart and soul.

Unless the relationship is extremely deep, and the owner of the weapon is willing to let the other party become the second owner of the magic weapon, it is generally not shared with others.

There are only half a hundred Yuanying monks in the Yantian Realm, and I have never heard of any great power who lent his own natal sword to his apprentice.

Liu Zhang's talent is outstanding, and Peak Lord Xiulin is proud of it, and loves this apprentice extremely.

Even so, he did not dare to lend the magic sword to his beloved disciple like Juechen Daojun did.

The alchemy has not been formed one after another, and the spiritual energy to draw the sword out of its sheath is not enough. The sword he is holding, like himself, is just a beautiful decoration.

But Daoist Juechen was here and pulled out his sword.

Holding this magical tool that is self-generating and powerful, even a child without the strength to bind a chicken can split mountains and rocks.

Leapfrogging and beheading monks is a matter of course.

This move further showed everyone his love for Succession:

Successively holding his sword, whoever seeks to fight successively is trying to challenge him in vain.

Xiu Linfeng's master and apprentice stared wide-eyed at the same time.

Facing the power of the Excalibur, Liu Zhang had no chance of winning.

If he still insists on going his own way and wants to compete with Lian Yue, holding this sword and bullying others openly, there is no fairness at all.

Liu Zhang swallowed his saliva and flinched.

The result he wants is to win one after another, to win back the face he lost just now, not to lose again.

"Juechen, the contest between their two disciples is unnecessary..." Peak Master Xiulin's face darkened slightly, and Daoist Juechen's favoritism continued, making it hard for both of them, master and apprentice.

"Why," said Taoist Juechen with a calm smile on the corner of his mouth, his manner was elegant and inviolable, "what's the problem with A Xu using my sword?"

The problem is big.Peak Lord Xiulin secretly slandered, two disciples competed, and you, the master, stepped in and used your power to overwhelm others, so it was unreasonable.

But it is only natural for an apprentice to borrow the master's magic weapon.

It's just that there are very few masters who dote on a mediocre apprentice who is useless, and are even willing to lend out his own divine sword.

There was no sound at the edge of the waterside pavilion again.

The water film under everyone's feet was slightly wrinkled by the wind, dotted with silver light, like twinkling stars, silently reflecting the solemn reflection of the atmosphere.

"One after another, my apprentice was saved from falling into the water just now thanks to your help, and she was just about to thank you." Peak Master Fengming interrupted at the right time, "Jechen, let them go and say a few words."

"Yes, yes," Peak Master Danxia understood, and immediately agreed, "My disciple is also the same. The three of them got along very well just now, and it is time to communicate more."

Lie Difeng's direct disciple also came over to Liu Zhang and said, "Senior brother Liu, how about we fight first."

He had long planned to challenge Liu Zhang, and by standing up now, he could fulfill his wish, give Liu Zhang a step up, and give the people of Lingyuan Peak a favor, killing three birds with one stone.

Liu Zhang took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, and left with Liedifeng.

One after another, they followed the two female cultivators to the corner of the water pavilion, staying away from the place of right and wrong for the time being.

As soon as the two of them left, several peak masters immediately found some polite jokes, and the water pavilion finally broke away from the dull and solemn atmosphere, and returned to a harmonious and lively atmosphere.

"Wenfeng, I can't understand your actions more and more."

Some peak masters raised their eyes and watched the competition between the apprentices.Some peak owners laughed and chatted happily.Daoist Huantian, however, sat there with a big sword and golden horse, and sent a voice transmission to Juechen in private.

"You should know that if you only talk about swords, you won't lose to Xiu Linfeng one after another. Why don't you let him play?"

The corners of Taoist Juechen's elegant lips raised slightly: "If Ah Xu gets hurt somewhere, I won't bear it."

"Nonsense." Daoist Huantian snorted, "Ouyang Lige may really love her weak female disciples, but you certainly don't."

"I've thought about it for a while," he paused in his laugh, with a bit of cold air, "You dare not let him compete with others?"

"Are you afraid that he will unleash his potential in the competition with Xiu Linfeng's disciples?"

"In order to cover up his talent, you didn't give him a chance to discuss swords with others at all?"

He pondered for a few more breaths, and the playful corners of his mouth became more intense: "You left him aside and didn't teach him well, but you lent him your sword to show your love. I am more and more curious about what you want to do. "

The author has something to say:

*Huanxisha·Who wants the west wind to be cool alone

Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: It turns out that Master has a white moonlight in his heart.I'm really a stand-in.

Liu Changji: (laughing) How deceptive.

Master after knowing the truth: Liu Chang sent it to Lao Tzu to die!

2.

Demining & Grumbling

As an author, I'm tired of saying

Master has true love for Succession, if you think it is not, then it must be your problem.

The truth guides the way Chapter 72, the past.

In addition, master giving a sword = giving a diamond ring = a marriage proposal.

Shizunba is always looking forward to posting his wife's crazy demons who post friends Q every day.

There is nothing to kill, nothing to be roasted on the fire, please don't over-interpret it.

The master is a peerless demon, sinister and cunning, white and black, not a majestic and righteous person who will be covered with Buddha's relics as soon as he is burned.

Those who require paper people to abide by the core values ​​of prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, and friendliness, please click the cross, and see you in the rivers and lakes.

In addition, if you feel that the behavior of the character does not match your heart, please feel free to click X.

The copy has already been written, Shizun Gong, niche taste, no cool text label.

I don't accept any writing guidance, please go to other places to go and complain, and don't hurt each other meaninglessly.

Thank you everyone~bow~

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If you think the text is not bad, you are willing to invite Xiao Lu to have a cup of milk tea, and I will thank you for Xiao Lu~~Bow~

Reiterate before V, say important things three times!

Master white cuts black, deep black, pure black, big black hole.

The Senluo Sword Sect is either a hypocrite, or a real person, master, uncle, brother, bad!But it's true love for Succession!

Ask for friendship in advance

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