Urban Witcher

Li Haoran put down his hand, which surprised Qiu Yazi, feeling that he was neither walking nor hitting, and was speechless for a while.

"Let your headmaster come to see me, I'm tired of waiting, and my patience is limited." Li Haoran's tone was still so light, but it stopped in Qiu Yazi's ear, with an irresistible pressure.

Qiu Yazi stared at Li Haoran in embarrassment for a while, then turned around and walked quickly into the small door leading to the backyard.

As soon as he left, his inner disciples became even more embarrassed. They were eager to teach this guy who dared to trespass in front of him a lesson, but...his master Qiu Yazi was defeated by a single move, and directly They ran away without giving them any attention. These inner disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They had no choice but to stand still stupidly.

Li Haoran didn't look at them at all, he continued to open the Daoist scriptures and looked at them.

After a cup of tea, Qiu Yazi came back, this time not only by himself, but with three Taoist priests.

When Qiu Yazi's inner disciples saw the four of them coming in together, they were shocked on the spot.

These four people, including Qiu Yazi, are the four disciples of the head teacher of Taohuashan. They are either the supervisor or the abbot. The four of them are all quasi-celestial master tablets. They usually accept disciples separately, fight openly and secretly, and rarely act together. when. Unexpectedly, for an uninvited guest, the four strong men of Peach Blossom Mountain all dispatched together. However, more than they imagined is yet to come:

After the four people entered the door, they immediately stood in a row, leaving a passage in the middle, and an old man in a gray priestly robe slowly walked over.

"Master Headmaster!"

"Master!"

Everyone cried out in surprise. They knew that Master Zhangjiao's mana was only one step away from the realm of the earth fairy, and it happened to be in troubled times recently, so they simply closed their doors to thank guests and practiced in closed doors in the mountains. Even inner disciples like them haven't seen this old man for a long time. I didn't expect to leave the customs for the person in front of me who rushed into the mountain rashly.

What they didn't know was that after losing one move to Li Haoran, Qiu Yazi immediately understood the gap between himself and him, seeing that he insisted on seeing the head teacher, there was nothing he could do. Qiu Yazi knew in his heart that if the head teacher didn't show up for this matter, and the four major disciples went up together, they might not be his opponents, so he had no choice but to report to the head teacher at the closed mountain peak.

After the teacher heard about it, he also felt that the matter was strange, so he didn't dare to neglect, and summoned the four major disciples to come together.

"Pindao's name is Shanhe, and he took the position of head teacher of Peach Blossom Mountain. Just now, I heard from my disciples that your honor wants to see Pingdao. I don't know why?"

In this era, the New Culture Movement is over, and ordinary people basically speak vernacular, but Shanhe Zhenren came from the Qing Dynasty before, and he doesn't have much contact with people, and his speech still has a taste of the past.

Li Haoran looked away from the Daoist scriptures, landed on Shanhe Zhenren, and said, "How many generations are you the Zipao Zhenjun?"

Daoist Shanhe was startled, and instinctively glanced at the statues enshrined beside him. The one in the middle was Zipao Zhenjun, the first Patriarch of Taohua Mountain.

"The thirteenth generation descendant of the impoverished Purple Robe True Monarch."

"Thirteen generations, that's not a lot." Li Haoran looked at the statue of Zipao Zhenjun, and said, "Your statue is not right, Zipao is not so handsome, he is a sable spirit, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his description is wretched..."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone suddenly changed color.

Master Shanhe has a very good self-cultivation. Hearing him insulting his patriarch, he couldn't help it anymore. He spread out a hand, and the purple air in his palm flowed. It was the Ziwei Tianhuo summoned by the talisman. It can also be regarded as his unique skill.

Li Haoran glanced at his palm, shook his head and said: "It's true that one generation is not as good as the next generation. Zipao was a super spirit fairy back then, and his successor from another generation is not even an earth fairy..."

Daoist Shanhe said angrily: "You can bully me, but if you dare to bully my ancestors, Shanren dares to get angry!"

Immediately raised his palm, and patted Li Haoran.

Li Haoran lightly raised one hand and wiped it horizontally in the air, the spiritual power seemed to be born out of thin air, forming an enchantment.

Daoist Shanhe hit it with his palm, and purple flames overflowed, even the disciples behind him were moved by the aftermath. Looking intently, Li Haoran remained motionless, and the barrier in front of him was also motionless under the roasting of Ziwei Skyfire. .

This scene deeply shocked Master Shanhe.

"Don't you know the real body of the Purple Robe True Monarch?" Li Haoran was also a little surprised, and asked further.

"You...you insult..."

"The heart moves at will, and the purple energy comes from the east. If it persists in the mantra, breaks in the art, sinks in the talisman, rises in the mountain, there may not be enough, it will definitely come out of Shaoyang and not in Shaoyin..."

After reading this, Li Haoran stopped, and looked at Master Shanhe.

Master Shanhe was speechless when he heard this passage, and the four disciples behind him were also speechless.

"You...how do you know the heart formula of my Taohuashan inner sect, who are you?" Taoist Shanhe asked stutteringly.

"I used to preach at the foot of Donghua Mountain. Sable listened to my preaching for three years and suddenly realized the Tao. I passed on this piece of mind to him and let him establish a sect. You, the treasure of Taohua Mountain, the emerald and purple gold ring, was also given by me. With him, I am your patriarch, if you see me today, why don’t you pay homage?”

Master Shanhe looked at him stupidly, his lips trembling: "You are..."

Li Haoran raised his left hand and drew a few strokes in the air. Green energy sprayed from his fingertips, forming the shape of a bull's head above his head.

"You are... Patriarch Qingniu!" Daoist Shanhe shouted, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Patriarch Qingniu was from thousands of years ago..."

Li Haoran raised his hand like a flower, flicked his middle finger lightly, and the bull's head transformed from green energy above his head suddenly let out a long cry.

Including Master Shanhe, everyone felt their hearts tremble, their knees softened, and they all knelt down in front of Li Haoran.

Only then did Master Shanhe realize that it could not be faked, that the other party was really the Patriarch of Qingniu...

Zipao Zhenjun, the patriarch of Peach Blossom Mountain, was just one of the disciples of Qingniu Patriarch, not the most outstanding one. In the words of a hundred years later, he is only qualified to carry shoes for Patriarch Qingniu.

Master Shanhe burst into tears, knocked his head on the ground, and fell at Li Haoran's feet.

"I don't know that the patriarch will come, and the disciples will die..."

Li Haoran's face was still calm, and he said, "Take me to your retreat."

Shanhe Daoist's retreat is located on the highest peak of Taohua Mountain. It is not an ordinary secret room, but a small pavilion with ventilation on all sides. It is built on the top of the cliff. From here, you can overlook the panoramic view of Taohua Mountain, and you can have a panoramic view of the direction of Fengshui. .