The spiritual consciousness in the Void Refining Stage intertwined into a thick invisible barrier, easily blocking the spiritual attack implicit in the female voice.
There was even a ray of divine consciousness condensed into a two-foot-four-inch illusory long sword, which struck straight back in the direction from which the divine consciousness attack came!
This time, the shrill female voice was instantly silenced.
After doing this, Lin Yige paused for a moment, then realized what he was doing, and couldn't help but secretly regret that he had moved too quickly.
Divine consciousness attacks are intangible and have no quality, and cannot be recorded with a musical instrument.
You should play with him back and forth twice, and after inducing him to take action in person, record it with a photo pen before making further calculations.
Lin Yige secretly thought to herself that it was a pity, and casually held a sword flower in her hand before looking at Wen Youqing, who was still chattering non-stop.
At some point, behind Wen Youqing stood a handsome man in rich attire, his face as dark as water, with a hint of anger.
Lin Yige couldn't help but smile when he saw that man, and warned Wen Youqing in a gentle voice: "Little friend Wen, stop it in moderation!"
Wen Youqing frowned slightly when he saw that the girl was not only not annoyed, but also looked calm and composed, which made him angry.
Thinking of his backer again, he refuted with a righteous look: "What is enough? What I said is true. If you don't kowtow to me, Wen, to apologize, and don't send Caiwei back to Wen to be married, this matter will never end!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Youqing felt that all his spiritual energy was gone and his hands and feet felt weak.
A creepy male voice sounded behind him.
"My family is so unfortunate that fellow Taoist Lin was shocked!"
As Wen Zongyi said this, he passed Wen Youqing and stepped forward to express his apology to the girl.
Lin Yige held her heart in her hands and nodded without changing her expression: "Master Wen is absolutely right, I almost cried out of fright, and my heart is still pounding now!"
Every move of this seventh-generation disciple of the Guiyi Sect in front of him made Wen Zongyi feel inexplicably familiar.
Especially the frightened look on his face was so familiar.
…
The grand uncle in the Lianxu period was paying homage to the disciples in the Foundation Establishment period of the Guiyi sect. This scene fell into Wen Youqing's eyes like a bolt from the blue!
"Uncle...this man came to Wen's to fight against the autumn wind under the pretense that Caiwei was seriously ill..."
"You bastard, why don't you shut up?!"
Wen Zongyi was furious and turned around and scolded: "There is a visitor coming. As a disciple of the mountain guard, if you don't tell the guest, it is disloyal; to fabricate the facts and disrespect the elders is unfilial; to curse the younger sister to be seriously ill is unkind.
Selling Wen's children in exchange for cultivation resources is unjust!"
He glanced towards Xiong'er Mountain, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Without solving that thorny hidden danger, how could he be able to retreat with peace of mind?
I never expected that the opportunity to scare the monkeys would come to me so precisely.
"How did I, the Wen clan, raise such an unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unjust person like you? Come here, drag him down, shave off his spiritual roots, and expel the Wen clan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were two disciples of the Wen family in the Jindan stage. One of them covered Wen Youqing's mouth, and the other tied him up with a rope that imprisoned his spiritual power and dragged him down.
Shave off his spiritual roots, destroy his cultivation, and cut off his path.
Such treatment sounds extremely harsh.
But if Wen is expelled, the mortal family can still control his three meals a day.
If Wen Youqing could endure the pain and practice other methods, he might one day be able to return to the path.
Wen Zongyi sneered and said loudly: "Pass my order, don't tell Mr. Wen about this matter! Otherwise, the old lady will be angry about her unfilial grandson, and she will be depressed in her heart and affect her cultivation!"
In Xiong'er Mountain, the mountain-protecting formation was attacked, and all the disciples of the Wen family who were alarmed and came out heard this sentence.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Mrs. Wen was still talking just now. Did the owner of the family do this on purpose?
The four direct descendants of the Wen family, from the master to the eight young masters, are all the darlings of the old lady!
Now, I'm afraid there will be another big fuss.
To avoid becoming a fish in the pond, it would be better to find an opportunity to leave home and practice for a few years.
…
By dealing with Wen Youqing, Wen Zongyi stabbed the eccentric old lady in the heart and felt much better.
With a faint smile on his face, he made a gesture of invitation.
"Fellow Daoist Lin is laughing, please come this way."
Not to mention that Lin Yige and Wen Zongyi already had a close friendship, the fact that the third senior sister Chi Wulan was able to stay with Wen Zongyi for a hundred years is a testament to his character.
It's a pity that he is not exempt from vulgarity. He is obsessed with love and loses his sense of proportion several times...
Lin Yige calmly followed Wen Zongyi to a waterside pavilion on the mountainside.
Wen Zongyi waved his hand, and a disciple of the Wen family brought several fine wines of different heights, sizes, and weights, as well as a pot of spiritual tea with white smoke flowing lightly.
Those fine wines are all made by the current brewing masters, and each jar is worth dozens of high-grade spiritual stones.
The Ling tea is not bad either. It is picked from the few remaining ten thousand year Ling tea trees in the world and stir-fried from the top handful of buds.
Wen Zongyi raised his hand to set up a soundproof array, easily carried a palm-high round-bellied wine jar, opened the seal and poured it into his mouth.
The cow drank from the jar in one breath, and then threw the jar into the cold pool under the waterside pavilion.
Some water was poured into the wine jar, and the fish in the pond chased it. The jar floated up and down, and finally floated on the water.
Wen Zongyi looked at the jar and thought of the beautiful figure again. He couldn't help but sigh and looked back sadly.
"Fellow Daoist Lin came to see me not for the purpose of picking up weeds... and certainly not for that cruel enemy!"
Lin Yige has seen the third senior sister's "heart-broken" look every time after breaking off the relationship, and has also seen the third senior sister's "resurrection" and then rekindling a good relationship.
I can no longer feel any sympathy for Wen Zongyi's decadent behavior.
She didn't say a word of consolation, but simply told about her encounter with Wu Menglin in Donghai County and his status as Wen's son-in-law riding a dragon.
If a girl from the Wen family can avoid suffering the consequences of marrying to the Wu family, she is doing a good deed every day.
Lin Yige picked up the spirit tea and gently blew away the white smoke before taking a sip.
At the same time, he started thinking about how to find out Wen Zongyi's plans for the third senior sister.
Based on her understanding of Wen Zongyi, he was definitely not someone who gave up so easily.
…
Wen Zongyi looked at the girl sitting on the railing, holding a teacup, and his hazy drunken eyes suddenly became clear.
His heart moved, and he asked: "Friend Daoist Lin, I once had an old friend who was just like you. He would always help me when there was an injustice on the road. He was also so warm-hearted."
Lin Yige froze slightly, and in his haste, he came to his senses and explained: "We disciples of the Guiyi Sect are all like this."
Wen Zongyi became energetic and sat up, staring at the girl in front of him with bright eyes, his suspicions becoming more and more confirmed in his heart.
"I didn't say that my old friend was a disciple of the Guiyi Sect."
"A slip of the tongue, we sword cultivators... are stupid, that's not right..."
"Lin Yige?! Is that you? Haha... I knew you wouldn't die!"