001 The big boss is reborn, the start is slapped in the face
"You said that the seventh elder of Piao Miao Huan Mansion failed to survive the tribulation and came to our Tongshan Gate to recuperate. We have to treat her as an ancestor. What's going on?"
"Elders in the Qi training realm are unique in the world of immortality. What a big joke!"
"The Seventh Elder cultivates the path of passion, and shows mercy at every turn. The day before the tribulation, he was annulled by ten male cultivators.
Not only was this laughing stock in the world of immortality shameless, he heard that Lord Ling Yu was coming to Tongshan Gate, so he dragged his stumps and sick body over to wait for him.
Lord Ling Yu is a powerful master in the out-of-body realm, and he is also the elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, the number one sect in the world of immortality. He is here for our young master, is he something Wen Yi can reach?"
Whispers that sounded like mosquitoes drifted into the house with the wind, and the breeze gently rolled up Wen Yi's light blue robe.
Wen Yi's fair and jade-like face faced the light, with picturesque eyebrows, red lips and phoenix eyes, and her charming eyes were full of tenderness whether she was smiling or not. She looked affectionate to everyone.
The owner of this body is the seventh elder of Piaomiaohuan Mansion in Zhongzhou.
Even though three days had passed, Wen Yi still had a dreamlike and unreal feeling.
Three days ago, Wen Yi failed to transcend the tribulation and ascend, and by chance, was reborn in the body of the original owner with the same name.
His original major cultivation level was only at the foundation-building level. He was a piece of trash lying in the pile of splendid powder, being looked down upon and ridiculed by others, and a negative teaching material in the world of cultivating immortals.
Wen Yi cultivated the path of sentient beings and reached the perfection of the Mahayana realm. When she ascended, she peered into the sky and discovered that there were countless people who ascended the three thousand paths, among which the chance of ascending to the path of the ruthless path was much higher than that of other paths.
The only way of heaven is that it does not give the monks of the sentient way any chance of immortality, and they are all reduced to rubbish by thunder and calamity.
"The ruthless way ends killing with killing, and violence stops violence." Wen Yi looked at the sky with resolute eyes, "The path of ruthlessness is blocked, so I will practice the ruthless path. If someone comes, I need to wash up."
The maids holding toiletries filed in and dressed Wen Yi carefully.
Wen Yi looked at herself in the bronze mirror and saw that she was exactly the same as before.
The girl's fair and flawless face has a hint of crimson, and her eyes are blurred, which makes your heart beat faster and makes you confused and confused.
The maid on the side had a thin blush on her ears and cheeks, and her eyes were staring blankly with a thin blush on her ears and cheeks. She was already fascinated by it.
The Seventh Elder is so beautiful!
After serving Wen Yi for so long, their hearts beat like drums for the first time, their hearts raced wildly, and they were a little confused and obsessed with the idea of spending a good night with her.
The maid asked: "Where are you going, elder?"
Tongshan Gate is a subordinate fairy gate of Piao Miao Huan Mansion. For thousands of years, it has relied on the protection of Piao Miao Huan Mansion to survive in the world of immortality where demons are dancing around.
A few years ago, Qing Yao, the young master of the Tongshan Sect, was favored by the master of the Qingyun Sword Sect and accepted him as a registered disciple. As the status of the Tongshan Sect increased, he had a different intention, and he wanted to leave the Misty Fantasy Mansion and join the Qingyun Sword Sect.
A few years ago, Tongshanmen borrowed a magic weapon for concentrating energy and concentrating energy from Piaomiao Huanfu.
The original owner came here to recuperate to get back the magic weapon.
Wen Yi didn't answer. She opened the door and walked straight towards the Treasure Pavilion.
"唳——"
A chirping sound fell from the sky, and Wen Yi raised his eyes to look up at the sky.
Through the layers of clouds and mist, I could only see a white figure looming in the clouds.
The man wears a jade crown on his head and has a pure figure. Behind the flying white brocade robe is a picture of Pisces, with the word "green" flashing on it.
When Wen Yi strode to the Treasure Pavilion, she found that the place was crowded with people. Everyone craned their necks and looked up, eagerly anticipating the arrival of some big shot.
"Seventh Elder, what is she doing here?"
"Who told her the time when Lord Ling Yu came to Tongshan Gate? Didn't he give her repeated orders not to tell anyone?"
"The Seventh Elder has been licking Mr. Lingyu for five or six years, and the dog came just after smelling the smell. Do you need to say anything?"
"Say less, the Seventh Elder looks bad."
"Does she still dare to do it in front of Qingyun Sword Sect?"
There was contempt and disdain in everyone's eyes. Even if the waste in the Qi training realm had the title of elder, no one respected it. No matter how powerful the Piaomiao Huanfu was, could it be compared to the Qingyun Sword Sect?
What's more, their young sect leader is the beloved disciple of the leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect!
"Wen Yi, senior brother is trying to avoid you. He has been hiding from you so much, but you still stick to him like a dog-skin plaster." In a flash of light, a pretty female nun stood in front of her, with a disdainful sneer on her face.
"As thick-skinned as a city wall."
"Pa—" After being ridiculed one after another by his subordinate sect disciples, Wen Yi raised his hand and slapped Qing Yao, "Who is he, worthy of me?"
This slap stunned Qingyao. Her face turned red and she looked at Wen Yi in disbelief.
Wen Yi loves her senior brother, even if she is ridiculed, her teeth will be broken and blood will be swallowed. Today she actually beat herself in front of her senior brother!
"Are the seventh elders bullying me, the Qingyun Sword Sect, by being so arrogant and domineering?" A cold and distant voice sounded from behind Wen Yi.
Wen Yi turned around and met the male cultivator's eyes.
The long hunting wind blew up Lord Lingyu's white robes. His handsome features were as cold as ice that had not melted for thousands of years. The red sword pattern between his eyebrows made his face look like a crown of jade, making him look spotless.
A sneer flashed in Qingyao's eyes, look, if it wasn't for senior brother, people would stick to her!
"He also said that he didn't come here for Mr. Lingyu."
"The eyes of the Seventh Elder are almost fixed on the Immortal Lord!"
"Young Master Qingyao is Ling Yujun's junior sister. It's unacceptable for the Seventh Elder not to kneel down and apologize."
Ling Yujun looked at Wen Yi walking towards him, worried that she would throw herself into his arms again and act pretentiously like before. There was a look of disgust in her eyes, and she immediately pinched her hair.
Once the thermometer gets close, it will bounce dozens of feet away.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Wen Yi, waiting for her to apologize humbly and watch her laugh.
Wenyi approached step by step.
Everyone has prepared words of ridicule in their hearts.
However, she didn't even give her favorite Ling Yujun a look and walked away without looking away!!!
what happened?
Everyone is in disbelief.
"What's going on? The seventh elder has moved on to someone else?"
"Ha, play hard to get, Lord Lingyu doesn't accept such small tricks."
Qingyao looked shocked.
Ling Yujun frowned, he didn't pay attention to this little trick.
While everyone was stunned, when Wen Yi opened the door of the Treasure Pavilion to summon the spirit-gathering magic weapon of Piaomiao Huanfu, everyone suddenly realized that the Seventh Elder was really not here for Lord Lingyu, and everyone was sighing.
Ling Yujun was stunned and very surprised.
"I'm here to get back the Soul-Juding Cauldron from the Piaomiao Huan Mansion, not for any cats or dogs." Wen Yi hugged the Spirit-Juding Cauldron and said, "Qingyao, as the elder of the Tongshan Sect, I don't want to slap you.
, even if you are killed by an outsider, you cannot be blamed."
Being ridiculed by Wen Yi in public, Qingyao's face turned blue and white, and her face was burning with pain.
Qingyao looked at the Soul Gathering Cauldron in Wen Yi's arms.
This Spirit Gathering Cauldron was brought to the main sect ten years ago by the master of the Tongshan Sect who was seriously injured and his cultivation level plummeted. He dragged his broken and sick body to the main sect. It has the effect of condensing spiritual power and has endless wonderful uses.
Legend has it that it can silently and quietly improve a monk's level in a short period of time, but no one has ever succeeded, and it has become a legend over time.
Half a month ago, the elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect escaped from death in a dangerous secret realm. His realm fell and he needed the Spirit Gathering Cauldron to concentrate his energy.
The Juling Cauldron has been at Tongshan Gate for many years. Qingyao is the young master and has long regarded it as a treasure.
She went back to Tongshan Gate today to gather the spirit cauldron, and she must not let Wen Yi take it away.