Under the vast darkness of night, two slender figures flew up from the site of Fairy Spirit Temple and headed toward a dozen black spots in the southwest sky.
"Hey, Xiao Xuanyan, Xiao Yuyu, and Xiao Beiyuan, you have all advanced to the realm of freedom. Tell me quickly, what kind of treasures did your temple master give you to create batches of masters? come out?"
Yun Qiuhe, who resigned from the post of left guardian of Nanjiang Prefecture, has no official position and is young. She went back to Xuanyun Temple a few days ago. She arrived at Xianling Temple yesterday. She was very curious about the good place Zhang Wenfeng told her last time. She, the fairy Guan Keqing has finally benefited from this.
"Wow, Taoist Master Yun, you are getting younger and more beautiful, with an air of immortality and a refined temperament. What's your secret method?"
"I've met Uncle Zhao, I've met Taoist Master Yun!"
"Taoist Master Yun, don't call me Xiao Yuyu anymore, people will be shy."
Zhang Xuanyan, An Beiyuan and Zhuang Yu flew forward with smiles and greeted Yun Qiuhe and Zhao Zhuer lively. The others followed behind and saluted and greeted. The first batch of disciples were Yun Qiuhe who took them to play with each other and ate various snacks. , changing the pattern, and often bet on the few pocket money the little guys have, the feelings are very different.
"You are so shy. You are a bad guy. You often pass by Zhoucheng and don't even look at me."
Yun Qiuhe pulled Zhang Xuanyan, laughing and scolding Zhuang Yu, who was shy and pretending to be weird, and comforted Shen Shan, Zhang Xuandong, whose breath was stagnant and obviously failed to pass the pass, and said: "What's going on, don't be downcast, you two Next time, work harder on your spiritual practice and calm down to practice. Didn’t Lao Tie also experience it once? Now he has gone to Qizhou to take up a post as a Dharma protector, so don’t worry, you’ll have a good meal and don’t be afraid of being late.”
Tie Jinlin and Di Po were sent by the temple master to go to the Zhoucheng Daolu branch to learn from Taoist Master Yun how to be officials and do their duty of protecting the Dharma. The two newcomers, who had no official experience, learned a lot of practical experience and knowledge in more than a month. doorway.
Chen Shan and Zhang Xuandong came forward and were patted by Taoist Master Yun one by one. They both said with warmth in their hearts, "We will work hard."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at Yun Qiuhe, giving him a slap and a kick. For a while, he was laughing and joking without any formality. Even Qian Jing attracted him. He was speechless. As soon as Yun Qiuhe came to Xianling Temple, he was more cheerful than other guests. Popularity is a feeling coaxed out of the past by playing around and eating snacks.
He and Zhao Zhuer flew forward to chat.
"Shopkeeper, after the mountain chief's assessment, the number of apprentices left in the fourth batch is exactly eighty, which is six fewer than the official disciples in the third batch. We are waiting for you to come back and preside over the official disciple acceptance ceremony."
"The sect has grown to its current scale. We should strive for excellence and don't deliberately pursue the number of disciples. You have worked hard over the past few years to worry about it. You can rest peacefully for a few years."
"I can't stop. In the next two years, I and several instructors will take them around to increase their knowledge and experience. Then we will accept the fifth batch of apprentices and wait for the two batches of apprentices to be brought out. Ten years will be just right. , I will be able to calm down and practice later.”
Zhao Zhuer turned his head and made a playful face at the viewer, and said with a smile: "The shopkeeper needs a salary. Don't always talk about him. Give him something real, such as peach blossom wine."
While talking, the two of them slowly descended to the top of the Xianling Mountain. The mountain chief was already waiting in front of the old hall.
"Didn't I reward you with a cup of peach blossom wine last time? I don't have any. If you want to increase your salary, you have to flatter the mountain chief. He is the chief steward, so it won't work for me."
"I don't believe you. That boy Zhuang Yu still has the residual smell of peach blossom wine on his body. Last time you were so stingy that you poured me more than ten drops of wine. This time, you have to have a glass to taste it."
"No way, I'll give it to my disciples, I'm not even willing to eat it myself."
The two joked and quarreled, then landed on the ground to meet the mountain chief.
Yun Qiuhe waved to her disciples and agreed to chat and play tomorrow. She followed into the west hall and pretended not to hear the conversation between the two masters.
The peach blossom wine mentioned above is probably a very good thing, otherwise the disciples of Xianlingguan would not have such a high chance of breakthrough.
After drinking tea and chatting for a while, Zhang Guanzhu asked Yun Qiuhe across from him: "Do you know that He He retired to his hometown and countryside?"
Yun Qiuhe nodded slightly, "He made a special trip to the city to tell me about this and brought a gift to thank me for taking him to the Fairy Temple.
His qualifications are still a bit lacking, his luck is a bit thin, and he cannot force himself to cultivate immortality. He is already very satisfied to be a rich man for a lifetime and live happily in the world for nearly two hundred years."
"With such a magnanimous mind, it is not in vain that I have spent more than 20 years seeking the Tao in the Immortal Spirit Temple."
The mountain chief nodded and said with a smile, and then thought of a little guy who was so valued by the viewer that he stirred up the undercurrent of the fourth batch of apprentices. He single-handedly made that batch of apprentices lose at least seven or eight formal disciples.
, if you had He He's mind, it would be a good thing to worry less.
"It's all about cultivation in this world. I hope he can stick to his original intention and accumulate good deeds."
Zhang Guanzhu revealed the matter and said: "Senior Sister Yue will return to the sect tomorrow and after she handles some matters, she can set off in late January. Qiu He, you also made preparations in advance and went to that quiet place to communicate with the outside world.
If contact is severed, it will take three or two years before you can leave the country."
He originally wanted to arrange for Shui Qingru to come back to replace Yue Anyan and guard the mine. Later, he received a message from Zhu Xun and learned that there were many rebellious monks in the Duxian Islands. The more than fifty third-level monks sent there were often attacked and assassinated by all kinds of strange things.
, nearly twenty people died in more than half a year, and more than thirty third-level monks were subsequently added to the Eastern Continent to strengthen patrols and suppress the successive rebellions in the Duxian Islands.
He gave up the idea of calling Shui Qingru back.
Good steel should be used on the blade. As the sharpest sword among the first batch of disciples, Shui Qingru became famous in the Duxian Islands. He was decisive in killing and killed countless people, earning him the nickname "Blood Sword Fairy"
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Now that he had enough free-spirited disciples at his disposal, he decided to send Zhang Xuanyan to Liuzhi River to sharpen his will in the silence.
In the vast twilight.
Eight hundred miles away from the main island of Duxian, at the northern end of Gouqie Island, in a place called "Henlang Town", a desperate fight was going on.
Many masked men roared and smashed spells and talismans against a dilapidated courtyard in the west of the town, where there were longing figures and fire and smoke rising into the sky.
"The Blood Sword Witch is ambush, brothers, kill her!"
"Don't let the witch run away!"
"Don't be so damn reluctant to let go of the Blood Soul Puppet. Hang on to her and don't let her rush out."
The huge power of the spell burst almost razed the entire town to the ground.
The common people who suffered from the unthinkable disaster suffered heavy casualties. Only some people saw the opportunity and ran outside to escape with their lives at the beginning of the sneak attack.
Suddenly a figure flashed from the fire and disappeared into the place where many magic spells and talismans gathered into the fire.
When he reappeared, he was already among a crowd of seven or eight third-level thieves cultivators in the air.
Shui Qingru activated a landscape moving talisman that her master had left for her to save her life, and she escaped from the close attack of the giant puppet and jumped out of the encirclement.
Her face was as cold as ice, and her body was full of evil energy. She swung her sword like a wave of shadows, her attacks were sharp and ruthless, and she used her unique skill "Nine Palaces Flying Star Step" in the air. She flashed strangely and continuously within thirty feet, and suddenly moved forward.
Suddenly, she did not stay in one place for a moment, and did not give her opponent a chance to desperately entangle her.
Her current "Eye Vision" can greatly help her in battle. She can concentrate her mental state, and the attack speed of enemies of the same level is always one or two times slower in her eyes.
Seizing an advantage gives her the advantage of being able to kill with one sword, and there are almost no enemies under her sword.
Chen Zhong and three other companions were trapped below, wondering whether they could survive until the end of the battle.
Blood rained down in the air, and broken limbs splashed, and screams and wails could be heard one after another.
"Witch. Haunt her!"
"Run separately!"
"Run away!"
Seven or eight people were killed by the Blood Sword Witch. In the end, only two people escaped and escaped into the vast night.
The water was as clear as a long sword dripping blood in her hand. She stood still in the air, her face expressionless for a long time, before she suppressed the surging murderous intent. She had adapted to the disadvantages of using telekinesis, and scanned the messy ruins below.
He frowned and shouted:
"Chen Zhong, are you still alive? Squeak if you can breathe!"
It's been quite a while.
"squeak"
Chen Zhong's weak voice sounded.
The woman's beautiful face and body were stained with filthy blood, and she showed a bloody smile that looked ferocious.