Within Tianzong, Xiaomeng was recuperating from his injuries, and Xiaoling was responsible for taking care of him. Chisong even sent more manpower to be on strict guard to prevent similar incidents from happening again.
The delicate wooden house was filled with natural fragrance. Xiaomeng was lying on the bed, her eyelashes suddenly trembled, and her lips tugged at a soft hum, "Hmm~"
Xiao Ling woke up from meditation, came to him and asked with concern: "Uncle Xiaomeng, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, uh~"
The first thing Xiaomeng did when she woke up was to get up and lie down. However, the remaining pain in her body almost caused her to roll over. Fortunately, Xiaoling held her in time.
Xiao Ling carefully helped Xiao Meng sit up, while advising: "The master has given an order that this time the swordsmanship will not be fought without my uncle, and I have been strictly ordered to take care of my uncle and recover from his injuries. Master, please don't show off."
"Showing off one's strength is called showing off one's strength. I..."
I'm still not strong enough. A mere killer forced me to be seriously injured. Damn it~
Xiao Mengqiong's nose twitched, and her brows showed strong unwillingness. She touched the wound on her left shoulder with her right hand and gritted her teeth secretly.
Xiao Ling observed her face at this moment and could understand her mood to some extent, so he said a few more words: "The origin of that killer is not simple. He is most likely from Lu Yan's Luowang organization, specializing in assassinations and sneak attacks. Although the master uncle has a high level of cultivation,
He is sophisticated, but has no experience against such a dead warrior, and was attacked by the opponent first. It is not a lack of strength. What's more, the opponent is already past his prime and cannot compare to my uncle. The future is limitless."
This is a fact. Twelve-year-old Xiaomeng has already stood at the top of many people's life strength. However, those people did not exist in Xiaomeng's field of vision. She glanced at Xiaoling and turned away
, prepare for movement and breath adjustment.
"Hmph, I don't know how to speak to comfort people, but you compare me with that killer."
"Uh~"
"My goal is to surpass Lu Yan."
"Lu Yan didn't enter Dacheng until he was seventeen years old. My uncle was already close to reaching Dacheng when he was twelve years old. It's easy to surpass him. Why is there such a rush?"
"Eager, are you saying that I am impatient?"
Xiao Meng's tone suddenly turned cold, which made Xiao Ling wake up from her self-righteousness. She quickly lowered her head and said, "Uncle, I don't dare."
Xiaomeng looked at his humble look, with a complicated expression, her eyes lowered, and her tone became gentler, "What about you~"
"..." Xiao Ling kept her head lowered and did not answer.
"Ever since you were seriously injured, you have been cultivating Wanchuan Qiushui with all your strength, even forgetting to eat or sleep."
"I……"
When Xiaoling came to Taoism, it was a day that shocked Xiaomeng's soul.
Dragging his severely injured body that had been devastated by the poisonous fire of Yin Yang magic, he took his last breath and climbed up Mount Taiyi, persisting until he was rescued by Taoists.
The four words "Sister Xiaoyi" revealed in his coma explain the source of his terrifying will to survive.
For the sake of my sister and my last relatives, even ordinary people without strength can do things that are astonishing to those who practice martial arts.
Among the disciples of Tianzong, apart from Qingxu whose strength is unfathomable, only Xiaoling can enter the eyes of Xiaomeng.
She had secretly noticed for a long time that Xiao Ling's life-threatening and high-intensity cultivation method was not helpful to Wan Chuan Qiushui's cultivation at all, so she asked knowingly: "What is the reason for you to come to Taoism?"
A pair of dark hands flashed in Xiao Ling's eyes, and the blood-red skulls in his hands set off strange and terrifying flames. It was the terrifying woman who kidnapped his sister. He didn't know it at the time, but now he knows that the murderer is the Yin Yang family.
The great commander.
Xiao Ling clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "I want to have strength, and then go to Yin Yang's house to find my sister."
"This is the reason why you practice so hard."
"Yes. However, the disciple's talent is limited. It has been almost two years, and Wan Chuan Qiushui has only scratched the surface."
Xiaomeng took a deep breath, a flash of light flashed across her eyes, and after coughing, she said, "You just said that my senior brother forbids me from going out to fight and debate swordsmanship, and also strictly ordered you to watch me recuperate from my injuries."
"Yes, the leader confirms this instruction."
"Huh, what's recuperating? It's obviously a disguised form of grounding."
Xiaomeng curled her lips in displeasure, being very dissatisfied with Chisong's behavior. Xiaoling could only apologize helplessly.
"this……"
"There's nothing wrong with you, please show me your beauty."
Xiaomeng seemed to suddenly become interested, just like a bored person who finds a toy to enjoy.
But Xiao Ling didn't react at the first moment, and asked in a daze, "Uncle Xiaomeng?"
"What are you doing standing still? Senior brother has grounded me. I can't find something to do for myself?"
"sure."
…
Xiao Meng has a special status, and Xiao Ling has joined Tianzong less than two years ago. This year's Miaotai Sword Theory has little to do with them.
While Xiaomeng was instructing Xiaoling Wanchuan Qiushui to practice, Chisong, who was in charge, suddenly heard good news from his apprentice.
"Master, this disciple has achieved a great breakthrough."
Qing Le's face was filled with joy and she bowed her head respectfully to her master.
Chisong was pleasantly surprised when he heard the news, "What? Qingle, what you said is true!"
"Disciples dare not hide anything from Master."
Qing Le immediately used the magic trick in the room. Chi Song sensed the level of his apprentice and immediately laughed heartily: "Okay, haha, okay~"
Qing Le looked at the joyful look on Master's face, and felt more relaxed in her heart, with a sincere smile on her face.
Chisong is the head of the Tianzong, and he is the head's direct disciple. However, he lost to his opponents from the Renzong in two consecutive Miaotai Sword Competitions, which has always put Qingle under heavy pressure.
He knew very well that his master's lifelong ideal was to merge the Tianzong with the human sect and unify Taoism. However, as a disciple, he really embarrassed his master and lost two sword competitions in a row. If he was strong enough, maybe the Taoism would be unified.
The ideal was realized five years ago.
But this time, with the help of my uncle, I have achieved great success, and with the help of my senior brother Qingxu, who has the highest level of cultivation, and the master who holds Xueji, in the Miao Tai Sword Discussion, Tianzong is bound to win!
Chisong nodded to Qing Le and said: "Okay, you broke through at the right time, you have accumulated a lot of experience, and it is at this time. Originally, as a teacher, I wanted Junior Sister Xiaomeng to fight in your place, but unexpectedly, Junior Sister was assassinated by a thief. Now that you have broken through to Dacheng, for
Teacher can feel at ease."
"Disciple Nudu, I made Master worried about you in the past."
"Haha, you go down and prepare for the battle. This sword debate must be a complete victory, leaving Ren Zong speechless."
Qing Le did not obey and exit, but continued to report: "Master, this disciple also received a piece of news."
"Well, tell me."
"Lu Yan is coming to Taiyi Mountain."
"What, what is he doing here? No one invited him to watch the ceremony this time."
Chisong was originally in a good mood. When he heard that Lu Yan was coming, his face turned from sunny to gloomy. He immediately asked himself. Then he thought about it and his anger suddenly surged up. "Lu Yan, snare... bastard, he will take my Taoist family."
What do you mean, you actually want to get involved in the Miaotai sword debate!"
Qing Le raised her eyes and quietly paid attention to his expression, and asked: "Master, after all, Lu Yan is the master of the Qin State. What should we do?"
"Hmph, the killer's body is still well preserved. If Lu Yan comes, let him explain the origin of the killer first. Then, I will deal with him personally."