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The Tenglong Sacrifice ended in a farce-like noise.

The faces of the elders are not very good-looking. It is typical for a mouse dropping to spoil a pot of porridge.What a magnificent ceremony, the start was very smooth, the spiritual rain was brilliant, the food was delicious, and the lifelike golden dragon projected in mid-air was a stroke of genius——

Then at the end, it was ruined by Cheng Huan, the two hundred and five.

For countless years, the ceremonies of the Yunhai Sect have been inherited in one continuous line. On the surface, it is a ceremony, but in essence it is the supreme glory of the sect.Whether there are any evil cultivators in the sect is the next priority, but there is an ominous blood-colored light and shadow at the sect meeting.

Let people spread the word that Yun Haizong is the joke of the entire Qixia world.

The key is that after mapping, the effect of the blood light shrouding is very eye-catching, and the disciples all over the mountains and plains can see it in their eyes.

There are too many people, and the seal is useless.

... Cheng Huan is also of a certain standard, and he stepped on the elders' Ni Lin with incomparable precision as soon as he made a move, and even crushed a few times on it.

The elders' faces were gloomy and silent, but their hearts were faintly angry. If Cheng Zongshi hadn't slapped Cheng Huan first, they would have rushed forward at this moment and would have swallowed Cheng Huan alive.

Cheng Huan covered his red and swollen face, and rolled down the hill in desperation amidst the pointing and pointing of the crowd. When he went down the hill, his calf trembled, his steps staggered, and he almost fell.

The ordinary disciples at the foot of the mountain also pointed at him and whispered, with weird expressions.

The mountain breeze is cool, and the grass is everywhere. The land after the rain has absorbed enough spiritual power, and there is a faint gleam in the sun.

Fertile, but also muddy.

Cheng Huan ran on the mountain road with one foot deep and the other shallow. A lot of mud splashed and stuck to his ankles and the hem of his clothes.

Cheng Huan understood that these ordinary disciples didn't know what happened on the mountain, and they just wondered why "Mr. Cheng Huan" walked down the mountain in such a embarrassment.

But Cheng Huan couldn't care about that much anymore.

Gossip news spreads the fastest in this world. Even Cheng Zongshi can't completely suppress it. Before long, everyone will know that the bloody light and shadow that appeared on the mountain in an instant is related to Cheng Huan.

Until then……

He, the so-called "young sect", lost more than just face.

But Cheng Huan couldn't figure it out.

Why did the array card for detecting magic light up red in Ji Chuchen's hand before it was delivered to him?

This is not reasonable!

……

The sun shines through the misty clouds and casts a dazzling silver-white halo, sweeping through the layers of forests, sweeping through the quiet and quiet valley of the back mountain, and falling on the top of Yunhaizong Mountain.

The sacrificial ceremony was over, the elders left the table one after another, and the elite disciples went down the mountain in twos and threes, leaving only a group of outer disciples cleaning up the mess.

Like other powerful sects, Yunhai Sect is also divided into inner sect and outer sect, and in such an important hall as the top of the mountain, ordinary outer sect disciples are no different from servants.

But the "servants" still beat their heads every year to grab these cleaning places. Once they have the opportunity to get in touch with the high-level Yunhai at close range, in case they can attract someone's attention, if something leaks through their fingers, they will be sent to the outer door. It is not impossible to soar into the sky.

Secondly, it was for the unfinished spiritual food on the table.

It's not that they want to eat leftovers and leftover soup, but that most of the spiritual food in the past sect meeting has not been touched much, and it would be a pity to throw it away.These spiritual food elders look down on them, elite disciples get tired of eating them, but for outer disciples, it is still a rare tonic.

But today, a group of outer disciples rushed to the main hall, but what they saw was an unprecedented sight.

There was a mess on the table, all the food was eaten, and no dish was spared.Even though Cheng Huan's blood-colored formation cards destroyed the atmosphere of the audience, it didn't affect the foodies who swept away the remaining desserts, leaving nothing left.

Outer disciple who failed to hope: "..."

How, how could this happen?

Since when did the top management of the sect become so stingy?

When everyone looked at me and I looked at you, they all wanted to cry but had no tears.

But the situation was like this, but he could only hold up the magic formula dejectedly and call out the clear stream to wash away the bricks and stones of the hall.

The clear stream can remove the stains, but it cannot dispel the fragrance floating in the hall.

Even though the banquet was over, the fragrance in the air was still fresh and mellow. While cleaning, the disciples couldn't help inhaling, their mouths couldn't help secreting saliva, and it didn't take long before they felt hungry.

So delicious.

How delicious it is to be so fragrant!

One of the disciples was pinching the Qingshui formula in his hand, and he lost his mind unconsciously, thinking fiercely in his heart: His grandma has such a leg, I will definitely stand out in the future, not for anything else, just to taste this table full of jade plates delicacies...

Just thinking about it, when I didn't pay attention, the clear water was sprinkled in a wrong direction.

Another disciple was also swallowing when he was suddenly splashed with clear water. Fortunately, he was good at body skills and dodged hastily, so he was not drowned.

But the corners of the clothes were still swept away, and there were a lot of water stains.

"What are you doing?" the disciple said angrily, "Concentrate, you've spilled all over me."

The disciple who made a mistake hastily apologized, and under the watchful eyes of several people around him, the disciple who was soaked by the water unhappily lifted up his drenched sleeve - revealing a faint red spot on his forearm.

The sharp circle shape is blurred out layer by layer from deep to shallow, with blood still oozing faintly.

"……Well?"

The disciple also just noticed the red spot on his body, he was stunned for a moment when he glanced over it from the corner of his eye, and raised his hand to scratch it gently.

a little itchy.

...Where did the bug bite it?

……

"Huan'er, come here, Dad will take a look at your injuries."

In a hidden cave in the back mountain of Yunhaizong, Cheng Zongshi was holding the elixir he had hurriedly brought from the medical training office, looking at his son's red and swollen side face, feeling very distressed.

As soon as the sect meeting ended, Cheng Zongshi couldn't wait to chase his son.

Although he is cruel and ruthless, he is still too kind to his own son.Forced by the situation, he slapped his son in full view. In order to do it realistically, he didn't hold back his strength at the time, but now he did.

At this moment, the two of them were in the cave, and there were no outsiders. Cheng Zongshi immediately went up to hold Cheng Huan's face, yelling, "Come, come, show me..."

But Cheng Huan suddenly turned his face away and shook off his hand.

"Are you angry?" Cheng Zongshi smiled wryly, "Huan'er, Dad has nothing to do. If I don't act in that situation, the elders will probably condemn you."

Cheng Huan was silent for a moment, and his voice was extremely low: "It's all right, Dad, I know everything."

"It's good to know," Cheng Zongshi looked pitifully, "Hurry up and apply the medicine, I specially found the best elixir...Wait, Huaner, why is there a red spot on your arm?"

Cheng Huan lifted his eyelids listlessly, raised his hand and scratched subconsciously a few times on his forearm, and scratched out a red mark.

"I was bitten by a bug when I went down the mountain." He said casually, "It may also be when I went up the mountain... Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Don't talk about those useless things. Dad, I just can't figure it out. The Xuan Mingjian is the real thing, why did it hurt me instead?"

Hearing this, Cheng Zongshi's face immediately became very serious.

"Dropped?" He pinched his chin, frowning, "...No, it's not like, when I smashed the Xuanming Mirror, I took the opportunity to check the pattern of the formation inside it, and there was nothing abnormal."

"I can only talk about the problem...I'm afraid it's because of you, Huan'er."

Cheng Huan pouted: "What questions can I have?"

"I can't even use my spiritual power now, and I can't even fly with my sword. I'm afraid his grandma's rubbish Xuan Ming Jian..."

In the middle of speaking, Cheng Huan suddenly froze.

He raised his head and looked at Cheng Zongshi. After a while, both of them had a glimmer of light in their eyes, and said in unison: "Chidan?"

……

Is Chidan an evil thing?

To a certain extent, it doesn't count, but from a certain angle, it is slightly detached.

After all, it is refined from the blood essence of living people, and it can stimulate the blood energy in other people's bodies. It doesn't sound like a serious thing.

But many things in the world are not black and white, and there is a subtle middle ground between evil and righteousness, and Chidan just falls into this category.

"So... Xuan Ming Jian didn't have a problem, and no one got involved. It's just that the master craftsman overcorrected, and even Chi Dan's leaked breath was included in the list of evil rhymes?"

Cheng Zongshi frowned tightly: "No, it's not just because of this, but also the bowl of molten blood vermicelli soup you drank at the banquet. The injury left by Chidan in your body has not yet healed, and the molten blood strain will turn the blood into your body again. The abnormal blood energy was drawn out, which led to Xuan Mingjian's misjudgment and made you lose face in front of everyone..."

Cheng Huan's face was also very ugly, and after a moment of silence, he replied in a low voice: "It should be."

"It's not easy..." Cheng Zongshi put his hands on his forehead, "Molten blood vermicelli soup can also be explained as the fault of Ling Chef, but the matter of Chi Dan must not be exposed. Let me think about how to explain it to the elders. ..."

The cave fell into dead silence for a moment.

In the cave protected by the spiritual power barrier, there was not even a trace of wind in the cave, only the deep breathing of the two could be heard, one heavy and the other short.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with any good solution, but seeing the tired look on Cheng Huan's face, Cheng Zongshi sighed, stood up and said, "Forget it, I'll think about it later, and adapt accordingly. Fortunately, Xuan Mingjian has been shattered, and now there is no match for the two, the worst result is to take a new array and ask you to re-test."

"Huan'er, take good care of your wounds, restrain your blood, and make sure you don't make the same mistakes in the next test..."

Before he could finish his rambling words, he was suddenly interrupted by a soft "Dad".

Not far away, Cheng Huan, who was squatting, raised his head.

Half of the young man's body was shrouded in shadows. Even if he raised his head, his eyes were dim. His slightly messy hair covered his red and swollen cheeks, but it couldn't cover his dejected look.

"father."

He whispered, but spoke very lightly and slowly.

"Do you... think I'm useless?"

"Could it be that at a certain moment, you wished that your own son...was Cheng Yang?"