Fengge Peak.
In the quiet room, Xue Bingxuan, who was reading the Taoist scriptures, saw Qi Yalan, who was frowning and frowning, suddenly appeared, followed by Qin Muling who looked helpless, and she understood something in her heart.
"Junior sister, what do you want to do?"
Xue Bingxuan put down the jade album in her hand gracefully and asked leisurely. In silence, her aura slowly increased.
"Let my junior brother move to my place, that's it."
Qi Yalan was not verbose and stated her purpose straightforwardly.
Sword cultivator has such a strong and direct temperament, he never has so many twists and turns, euphemisms and subtleties.
Xue Bingxuan smiled: "Junior brother is also a core disciple of the sect. He has his own dojo cave. Where he wants to live, it seems that you don't need to ask about it, right?"
Qi Yalan stared at her: "I can live anywhere, as long as I don't stay here."
Xue Bingxuan sighed quietly: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
As she spoke, the pressure in the space increased sharply. Along with the faint sound of the phoenix, a phantom of a scorching alchemy cauldron about ten feet high loomed behind her, and the surrounding temperature rose linearly, like a round
The sun is shining brightly across the sky.
Qin Muling only felt chills running through his bones. Even though the senior sister did not deliberately target him, the terrifying pressure exuded by this unknown rare treasure still made him breathless. In front of the other party, he was like an ancient person.
Ants on volcanic craters are generally fragile.
Qi Yalan had no fear. A pitch-black, three-foot-long, ordinary-looking jade sword appeared in her hand at some point. Following Qingyue's high-pitched sword chant, the fierce and unparalleled sword intent filled the surrounding area, instantly covering the entire area.
It surpassed the momentum of the senior sister.
"'Silent'? You're crazy!"
Xue Bingxuan's eyelids were twitching wildly. She did not expect that Qi Yalan would reveal this famous and fierce weapon in the sect. An uncontrollable chill kept rising from the bottom of her heart, and her whole body felt stiff for a moment.
This ancient fierce weapon named "Jiyou" is extremely powerful. It has always been in the master's hands before. With the current cultivation level of the third junior sister, she still cannot fully control it. Once it breaks out, let alone this quiet room, it is...
The entire Fengge Peak must be turned into dust.
I don’t know what the head master thought about it, but he gave her this thing without saying a word!
Qi Yalan tried hard to control the destructive sword energy that was about to get out of control, and said word by word: "Let the junior brother move over!"
Xue Bingxuan's face turned cold: "I haven't competed in a competition for a few years. Junior sister, your swordsmanship has become more and more advanced. Do you think you are good again? That's fine. Today, senior sister will give you a lesson!"
The mysterious seeds deep in the sea of consciousness vibrated slightly, and a subtle wave spread, easily eliminating the suffocating pressure.
Qin Muling, who was under great pressure, finally had a chance to speak: "Two senior sisters, you don't really want to take action, do you? That's it?"
"Don't interrupt!"
The two women scolded in unison.
"..."
Qin Muling only felt very embarrassed.
There are still many outsiders in the sect. If two senior core disciples go to war over such a trivial matter, it will only make outsiders laugh.
If things really get serious, the head teacher Mu Yinghua will get angry, and the two senior sisters and himself will probably be punished.
After all, I have overlooked a problem: no matter how high the cultivation level is, no matter how respected the illustrious status is, women are still women after all, and there are some things that cannot be expected from them to be reasonable.
Qin Muling thought helplessly that there seemed to be no fundamental difference in the psyche of a creature like a woman, no matter in the past or present life, or in different worlds of time and space.
Just when the situation was about to get out of control, billowing white mist appeared out of thin air, filling the entire space lightly, isolating the two women who were confronting each other.
A slightly thin and slender figure appeared in the field, and immediately solidified. It was an ordinary-looking old man in green robe, with white beard and white hair, deep eyes, and some indescribable strangeness lingering all over his body.
rhyme.
I didn't see him making any moves, but he easily suppressed the two heavy weapons, leaving the two women unable to fight against them.
"Ancestor? Why did you come here in person?"
Xue Bingxuan exclaimed, and the fighting spirit in Qi Yalan's eyes disappeared, and she silently put away the ancient sword and bowed her body to salute. Only Qin Muling looked confused, not knowing the origin and identity of the other party.
"...You two girls, go wait outside first!"
The old man in green robe looked at them with a calm expression: "The previous headmaster has already informed me about Qin Muling's matter. This round of layout is related to the future prosperity and decline of Yunmeng Heavenly Palace. We must be cautious, so I, ancestor,
I can only come and see it in person.”
"I will obey my ancestor's instructions."
The two women bowed again and exited. Before going out, Xue Bingxuan gave Qin Muling a reassuring look, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous.
After the door of the quiet room was closed again, the unfathomable elder looked at the young man in front of him and smiled generously:
"No need to be nervous, kids, just sit down and talk."
"yes."
Qin Muling bowed politely and waited until the other party sat down on the futon first, then she sat down opposite him.
Half an hour later.
Qin Muling finally understood the origin of the old man in green robes. He was the Taoist companion of a certain leader of the sect more than ten generations ago. At that time, Yunmeng Tiangong had not yet declined and was still a member of the super Taoist order. This ancestor of Hengyi could
Having survived from that distant era to the present, he is a well-deserved antique.
When the ancestor of Hengyi first came out, he was a very famous casual cultivator. By chance, he got the inheritance from the ancient great supernatural power master, and his cultivation level was the best in the world, especially in the field of heavenly secrets and magic, he had an almost monster-like ability.
His attainments are said to be as good as those of the immortals who live in seclusion in the Jie Yun Palace.
Through an unexpected encounter, Patriarch Hengyi formed a fate with a core disciple of the Yunmeng Tiangong at that time, and assisted her in ascending to the throne of supreme leader. Later, they naturally became Taoist companions.
Although Yunmeng Tiangong is headed by a female cultivator, it does not prohibit the headmaster or senior elders from finding Taoist companions. However, unlike those disciples who marry outside, the situation of Patriarch Hengyi is of the nature of marrying into the family.
According to convention, even after marrying the headmaster, he cannot live in the sect permanently. Instead, he has a dojo cave outside, and he can only come over regularly to have small gatherings with his Taoist companions.
Up to now, the leader who has long since retired has the same identity as the Supreme Elder of Yunmeng Tiangong, like the ancestor of Hengyi. He usually lives in seclusion, but will only be invited to take charge of the overall situation when it is a matter of life and death for the sect.
"...More than ten thousand years ago, Yunmeng Tiangong unfortunately encountered a catastrophe,"
The ancestor of Hengyi said quietly: "Although a group of elders and I tried our best to plan a solution and fight, it was a pity that we failed in the end. Many close friends died unfortunately. If we were lucky, a ray of remnant souls could be reincarnated.
, those who were unlucky were turned into ashes, and several important treasures of the town were also lost, causing the sect’s atmosphere to decline to this point.”
"The sect's vitality has withered and its strength has been greatly reduced. Originally, I had given up all my thoughts. It was your appearance that allowed me to see a glimmer of hope again. That little girl Mu Yinghua... does have some luck."
Qin Muling thought for a while and then asked tentatively: "So, can you predict my future achievements?"
"cannot,"
The ancestor of Hengyi looked calm: "What I know now may not be much more than Mu Yinghua. Although I really want to spend my time and energy to calculate things related to you, but the moment I see you
, I understand, if you really dare to rely on your own cultivation and speculate on the secrets of heaven, I will have to answer here today for my old bones."
Since ancient times, it is difficult to ask questions about God’s will!
What is God's will? It is incalculable, indescribable, indescribable, and incomprehensible. It contains infinite mysteries. Perhaps only the legendary Hongmeng Saint Supreme, who combines his body with the Tao, can understand all the changes in the way of heaven.
In the eyes of the ancestor of Hengyi, Qin Muling's anomalies cannot be calculated at all. If anyone relies on his knowledge of divination to show off, the final end will be extremely miserable.
Seeing Qin Muling's thoughtful expression, Patriarch Hengyi smiled slightly and explained: "Some informants inside and outside the sect have been eyeing you. Mu Yinghua is worried about your safety, so he specially invited a few people to do this.
The Supreme Elder comes out of the mountain to be your protector."
"My mission is to use my magical powers to confuse the heavens, shield your Qi and destiny, and provide an additional layer of protection for your safety so that you can go out and travel in the future."
Qin Muling breathed a sigh of relief: "Since that's the case, it's time for you, ancestor."
The ancestor of Hengyi nodded and took out nine white round square hole jade coins, a dark tortoise shell, an ancient bronze altar, several unknown animal bones, and twelve flags, and soon
A small magic circle was set up.
In a short while, with the two people as the center, a faint cloud light shrouded down, mysterious and unpredictable, and the mysteries of heaven and earth containing infinite Tao charms swarmed in.
Qin Muling felt that his soul had been closer than ever to the high, lonely and indifferent Supreme Heaven, and was almost within reach. It was a wonderful feeling that could not be described in words.
With the actions of Patriarch Hengyi, Qin Muling's outward destiny vision gradually faded and disappeared, and he no longer looked much different from an ordinary core disciple.
This chapter has been completed!