Just as Bai Lian said, the next day, Su Guanhai came carrying Su Jing with his feet on the fire lotus and his aura disappearing.
Only in the eyes of a practitioner can one see the sky dyed red by the red lotus fire.
Su Guanhai seemed carefree and lazy, but in the past two years, Bai Lian knew it.
This head of a sect is actually just like his father, a very busy big man.
Therefore, he was able to rush here in the early morning, and Bailian's head was naturally warm.
The first time Su Guanhai landed in the courtyard, he saw Bailian walking out of the door.
Su Guanhai, who came this morning, was dressed very simply, wearing a very common scholar's attire in a Confucian shirt.
He came with Su Jing, just like an extremely ordinary father and son among the people.
Even though he heard everything that happened here from Su Jing's mouth, he still had a spring-like smile on his face, without any heaviness in it, and it was just like chatting at home.
He looked at Balian and said, "Have you had fun these days?"
Bai Lian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I was very happy on the first day down the mountain."
Su Guanhai nodded, seeming very satisfied: "That day is A Jing's birthday, so I must be happy."
There was no hint of doting and love for his child in his tone.
"I heard that Zheng Siyan from the Guimen family is here?" Su Guanhai raised his eyes slightly and asked seemingly unintentionally.
The tone was without any authority, and the voice was not loud, but it resounded very clearly throughout Meng's house.
Not long after, Zheng Siyan came through the snow, his face no longer showed the unruly and arrogant look it had when they first met.
He was like a hedgehog carefully restraining the thorns on his body, and greeted Su Guanhai with great respect: "Junior Zheng Siyan, I have met Sect Leader Su."
Su Guanhai, who has always had a good temper, narrowed his eyes and said very rudely: "Who asked you to come to Guangmeng City?"
A very nonsensical statement that made Zheng Siyan slightly stunned.
Looking at the fact that Taixuanzong dominates the entire southern power, and Guangmeng City is also under the jurisdiction of Taixuanzong, after all, he does not have that much right to restrict others' rights to go where.
This is not a tyrannical demon sect.
After being stunned for a moment, Zheng Siyan suddenly understood that the meaning of his words was not too obvious.
What he really wanted to express was who gave him the courage to cause trouble for Bai Lian in the Taixuan Sect's territory.
Zheng Siyan frowned secretly, thinking that although Su Guanhai was famous for protecting his shortcomings.
But this shortcoming of Bailian is not his Taixuanzong, why is he so excited?
"Well...well, I heard that the plum blossoms in Guangmeng are blooming beautifully, so I came here to pick plums."
He couldn't say in front of the dignified Taixuan Sect Master that he was here to take this kid's life.
I have no choice but to pretend to be stupid while pretending to understand.
Su Guanhai said "oh" expressionlessly, then waved to Bai Lian and said, "Okay, you pick your plums, and we'll go home for dinner first."
Balian couldn't laugh or cry.
at this time……
"Who dares to hurt my beloved disciple..." A majestic voice that shook the sky came through the air.
In the snowy sky, a huge lightsaber suddenly descended.
The lightsaber had no hidden aura, so most of the people in the city saw this scene very clearly.
Immediately they were amazed and all knelt down to worship him devoutly.
"Immortal...immortal has arrived in Guangmeng City!"
"Immortals must come to eliminate harm for the people and kill evil spirits!"
"Goodbye! Goodbye!"
Lihe Zong's appearance was much more publicized than Su Guanhai's.
The huge lightsaber descended suddenly, and the tiles and bricks of the entire Meng residence were swept away by a powerful sword-force airflow.
Among the lightsabers, an old man with an immortal demeanor slowly walked out.
His beard and hair were white, and his white Taoist robe was spotless. Behind him, Shang Hong's burly figure followed him step by step.
The old man's eyes were extremely cold: "Who is Bailian?"
Bai Lian stood up: "It's this junior."
The old man looked him over with eyes as cold as daggers, and said in a cold voice: "A junior who is only in the fourth level of seeking Tao dares to control ghosts and kill people so violently, causing my disciple to lose his spiritual roots. He deserves to die!"
After the word "death" was heard, the old man's aura suddenly surged, and his murderous intention rushed toward Bai Lian alone.
Balian was unable to detect the old man's strength. The gap between them was too great. To him, the old man was like an unfathomable black hole.
Just by crushing him with the pressure of the realm, he could instantly kill Bailian.
Unexpectedly, the momentum flew away.
Balian was still standing there intact.
The old man's eyes moved and he let out a light sigh. He didn't notice the secret movements of the scholar in scholar's shirt beside him. He just thought it was Balian who was doing something secretly.
Then he twitched his lips and said in a cold voice: "No wonder he can control ghosts and kill people. People from the Zhongyou Dynasty have some skills."
Bailian glanced at Shang Hong indifferently, and saw that Shang Hong's eyes were a little guilty and he didn't dare to look at him, and everything suddenly became clear in his heart.
He said calmly: "I didn't kill anyone."
The old man's attack failed and he only thought he had lost face. He did not rush to kill a junior. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and began the interrogation with an imposing manner.
"You said you didn't kill anyone, so I'll ask you, but you raised a kid privately?!"
Balian responded: "I did raise a kid."
The old man's eyes were full of anger: "Then what else do you have to explain!"
Bai Lian was not in a hurry and was not suppressed by his momentum at all: "Senior's words are serious. There are countless evil ghosts and thousands of domestic ghosts in the world. I am definitely not the only one who raises little ghosts. How can you be sure that it is me?
kill."
Su Guanhai looked at Balian with relief, thinking that except for his poor cultivation, this boy was perfect in every aspect.
The old man said sternly: "How dare you make excuses? My disciple saw with his own eyes that the little devil you raised killed someone! What else is there to say!"
"Master..."
A soft call came from the quiet corridor.
Everyone looked for a voice and saw Shang Ying walking with a pale face, holding her heart and holding on to the wall.
She first glanced at her brother accusingly, and the look of disappointment on her face became more intense, making her already withered appearance even more decayed.
Shang Ying coughed softly, the corners of her lips were dyed red, and she affirmed in a low voice: "This matter has nothing to do with little brother Baili, he is not the murderer."
"What did you say?"
The old man's eyes were cloudy and uncertain. The worry in his eyes as he looked at his beloved disciple's old age was fleeting, so fast that people couldn't catch it, because it was replaced by an inexplicable and obscure color.
Bai Lian looked away from the old man's face and looked at Shang Ying with genuine concern: "The girl is seriously injured. She should go back home and rest more."
Shang Ying's eyes seemed to always be so gentle, even though she didn't look at Meng Zifei with such gentleness.
But in those eyes, you can see a very quiet flame beating persistently.
She smiled bitterly and apologetically, and said, "If I continue to rest, I may have uneasy conscience for the rest of my life."
Then she turned her gentle eyes to her master and said seriously:
"Master, I am unfilial. I am willing to give up my spiritual roots. I have no reason to do anything with others. As for the real murderer, I can testify for little brother Baili that he is innocent."
The parties involved all stood up and spoke, and the old man found it difficult to attack Bailian for a while.
It's just that his expression was extremely ugly at the moment. He looked at Shang Ying with a gloomy look and said in a cold tone: "I really taught you a good apprentice!"
"I think so too." Su Guanhai suddenly said with a smile.
The old man looked sideways, looking at Su Guanhai as if he were a mortal ant, thinking that now cats and dogs would dare to jump out and talk to the immortal casually.
Do you really think that immortals have no temper?!
He stood with his hands behind his hands and said coldly: "Who do you think you are! How dare you comment on the disciples I educate myself at will."
Zheng Siyan's eyes suddenly became extremely strange.
Balian coughed and turned away, no longer looking at the old man's face.
Although Su Guanhai is known for his good temper, after two years of getting along with him, Bai Lian knew that he was actually very stingy.
And stingy people often retaliate.
Sure enough, Su Guanhai narrowed his eyes in pleasure.
He touched his nose as if nothing had happened, looked at the ancient golden sword behind the old man, and said with admiration and admiration: "Old immortal, this sword behind you can be big or small, and it can also carry people. It looks good.
Looks awesome."
Su Jing glanced at her father expressionlessly, then silently took two steps back, trotted to Balian's side, covered her cheeks with her hands, and whispered quietly: "Dad looks like a fool..."
Balian couldn't laugh or cry immediately.
The old man has long been accustomed to the look of worship from mortals.
He raised his head and said proudly: "Short-sighted! This sword is the ancestral sword of my sect. How can it be described in just two words: how powerful it is."
Su Guanhai's eyes were bright, and he looked like "Wow, that's awesome." This immediately made the old man feel extremely proud and vain.
But the old man didn't realize that Su Guanhai's bright eyes were not an illusion, but really bright. There was a fire lotus blooming and rising in the dark pupils.
The dignified leader of the Taixuan Sect deliberately pretended to be a curious child, and asked shamelessly: "How dare I ask, old gentleman, if your sword is called Kaishan, can it really split even mountains?"
The old man still looked arrogant: "That's natural."
Su Guanhai said innocently: "Can you kill the lotus?"
The old man was startled by the sudden question: "What to kill?"
Lotus?
It's really ridiculous. How can I use my sect's inherited sword to cut down a mere soft little lotus?
The old man looked at Su Guanhai and couldn't help but feel somewhat reproachful.
Where did this short-minded scholar come from?
They have said that this is a divine weapon, an immortal magic weapon. How can it be used to kill lotus?
He didn't have the nerve to ask such a stupid question.
The old man didn't notice that Zheng Siyan, whom he wanted to please, was looking at him with great pity. His eyes seemed to say: There is no hope...
"Since the old immortal doesn't want to answer my question, why not give it a try directly." Su Guanhai licked his lips, his eyes eager to try.
The old man lost all his patience and had no time to accompany him crazy. He tilted his head slightly impatiently, looked at his disciple Shang Hong who was standing behind him and attacked him, and said in his usual cold voice:
"This scholar is too noisy. Disciple, drive him out. If he doesn't obey, give him some pain... uh... what is this?"
Before he could completely turn his eyes away, he saw a bright red lotus flame shooting out from the golden sword he was carrying behind him.
With just one glance, the red lotus fireworks engulfed half of the sword hilt under his dull gaze.
The old man couldn't help but widen his eyes!
What the hell is this!
That is the inheritance of his Lihe Sect's founding sword!
Breaking rocks and creating mountains is no longer a problem. It is considered to be one of the best immortal swords among all the major immortal families. After he raises the sword for another ten years, this sword will give birth to a treasure from the sword spirit.
At this moment, a small fire lotus... swallowed half of the sword hilt?
Not only that, when the old man was stunned and stunned, the small five-petal fire lotus smoothly... spread to the tip of the sword.
The weight of the giant sword behind him has completely disappeared, leaving only an empty leather sword pouch, hanging slightly ridiculously behind him, swaying with the wind and snow...
The sword of inheritance is just gone?
Disappeared without a trace and without a sound!
Not a single scumbag left?
The old man was a little confused, stiffened his neck and turned in the direction of Su Guanhai.
He saw the ordinary scholar whom he looked down upon holding a red five-petal lotus in his palm and playing with it.
He clicked his tongue twice and looked at the taste: "Mountain Sword? Isn't it not that good? A lotus can't be killed but it is swallowed up by the lotus. Li Xuan, Li Xuan, your sword-raising skills are really worthy of the Tianxi Sword Sect."
That’s how you learn from the experience.”
Li Xuan is the name of this old man, the contemporary head of Lihe Sect.
The old man took three steps back fiercely and looked at Su Guanhai with a blue face and horror. He finally recognized the origin of the fire lotus and pointed at him with a trembling arm: "You, you, you!!!"
Then he quickly realized who this person was, and the finger he pointed out suddenly retracted as if it was licked by tongues of fire.
Then he neatly gathered himself behind him, and with a plop, he threw himself to the ground and knelt down without any hesitation.
An old face was buried deeply in the snow, and he said in a trembling voice: "Junior Li Xuan, I have met Sect Leader Su!"
Shang Hong's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
Although he had known that Su Jing was the son of the sect master, the person who was in trouble this time was an outsider from the Zhongyou Dynasty after all.
No matter how good the relationship between Balian and Su Jing is, how could he, as a high-level figure, come here in person for the sake of a trouble caused by an outsider?
But at this moment, the presence of the man in Confucian shirt completely overturned Shang Hong's understanding of Bai Lian.
He secretly glanced at Balian with a slightly horrified look on his face. He was so frightened that he actually had the terrible illusion that he had buried the wrong treasure.
The many red lotuses in Su Guanhai's palm flickered slightly, but the light was not strong, but it gave people an extremely dangerous feeling. However, he said slowly: "Let's get back to the topic, Li Xuan, I really think you are a very good disciple."
Yes, she is far better than the disciple standing next to you. From your current attitude, it is obvious that your spiritual roots have been cut off in the human world and you have no intention of teaching her anymore. Why not give her to me, Taixuan Sect?
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