"Master, do you think Li Qingxian can inspire the power of Hei Hua?" a disciple asked Hei Xuke.
Just as the black-bearded guest was about to reply, the white-bearded guest said quietly: "Call me King Xian, or Uncle Li."
"Disciple was rude." The disciple of Hei Xuke knew the situation immediately and hurriedly bowed his head and apologized.
But Heixu Ke didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "He is just an official disciple, so naturally he has no connection with Hei Hua. People from the outer sect in the past generations have never been recognized by Hei Hua, and the Sky Sword has never sounded for him."
The white-bearded guest said: "His thunder skills are profound. I hope he can get some magical powers from the black paintings."
Heixuke shook his head and said: "Junior brother, you are good at everything, you are just a very good gentleman. No matter what, Li Qingxian is just an official disciple. After all, he is not a member of our Tianxiao sect. Let him enter the Master Hall to pay homage to the ancestors."
Master, this is already a great honor. If you don’t get the gift of black painting, it’s okay..."
Keng... Keng... Keng...
The sword roared into the sky, ringing nine times in a row.
The black bearded guest stayed where he was, his face changing from green to red.
The white-bearded guest stared blankly at the brass door of the Master's Hall. Although he hoped that everyone would be well, what did the nine sword sounds mean?
When the master entered, he only rang three times.
Then, everyone heard thunder rolling in the Master's Hall.
Those thunder sounds seemed to contain strange power. They were obviously very strong, but they flowed slowly like a stream, dissipating little by little, and it took a long time to spread throughout the Shenxiao Sect.
When everyone heard it, it was as if a white mist was slowly spreading.
"My thunder gate is open." A disciple whispered and meditated on the spot.
"My magic power produces the sound of thunder." Another disciple hurriedly sat down to practice.
Afterwards, some disciples from various places in the Tianxiao sect smiled broadly and hurriedly looked inside their bodies to check for changes.
In front of the Master Hall, half of the disciples sat down.
Baixuke coughed slightly and said: "Brother, please take care of me first. Junior brother, I will take a look at the changes in your body. I feel that the bones are numb."
The white-bearded guest sat down.
The black-bearded guest scanned the crowd with a deep look, becoming a black-faced guest.
His disciples all stood with blank expressions on their faces.
On the other hand, the disciples who had been close to Jiang Youfei, those who had returned from Dahe, and some ordinary-looking disciples, were all meditating on the spot.
"Master..." A disciple asked in a low voice, confused.
The black-bearded guest said: "If anyone feels it in his body, he can meditate and practice."
The disciple shook his head.
Heishuke glanced at the standing disciples and asked, "Don't you feel anything?"
Those disciples shook their heads.
Heishuke frowned even deeper, wondering why most of the people here were close to him.
After a while, Baixuke suddenly felt a muffled sound in his chest, and then he opened his mouth, and a bolt of lightning shot out, and it disappeared in a flash.
After a long time, there was a soft sound of thunder in the distance.
The white-bearded guest opened his eyes, stood up, looked at the black-bearded guest, with a complex expression on his face, and said slowly: "The sound of thunder cleanses."
The black-bearded guest became the black-faced guest again.
This is not an ordinary creation. For Lei Xiu, it is far better than the previous medicinal energy.
Thunder Sound Cleansing can not only resolve Lei Xiu's physical problems, but also cleanse his mind and skills.
Especially those deep-rooted errors that are difficult to find in practice will be forcibly corrected by Leiyin Cleansing.
People who have been cleansed by Lei Yin can basically reach a higher level as long as they practice normally.
"And it seems to be stronger than usual." Baixuke's voice was particularly gentle.
The black bearded guest remained silent, turning his head to look at the brass door of the Master Hall, with shadows shaking in his eyes.
Baixuke looked at his senior brother and sighed secretly in his heart.
Suddenly, waves of celestial music came from the Master's Hall.
Everyone felt light-headed as they listened and slowly smiled.
Heishuke laughed harder than crying.
Then, the strange aroma of wine wafted out.
The disciples of Tianxiao Sect kept looking at each other with searching eyes.
What's the meaning?
This is the Ancestor Hall where the ancestors of the Tianxiao Sect are worshipped. Is Li Qingxian going to have a meal?
This wine smells...
"Immortal brew." After Bai Xuke finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to practice.
The rest of the people followed suit.
A look of hesitation appeared on the face of the black bearer. He struggled for three breaths and closed his eyes, using his energy to absorb the aroma of the wine.
It's very fragrant, but doesn't seem to be of any use.
After a while, the smell of alcohol dissipated and everyone opened their eyes.
"Junior brother, how are you?" Black-bearded guest looked at White-bearded guest.
The white-bearded guest smiled and stroked his long silver-white beard, saying: "It is indeed an immortal brew. Junior brother, my skills have improved a lot."
Then, bursts of misty laughter came from men and women, and the voices were very strange.
It seemed like he was talking about it inside, but it seemed like he was far away.
It seemed like he was talking, but he couldn't hear clearly what he said.
Everyone in the Tianxiao faction looked at each other, searching for each other, but no one knew what to say.
Heishuke couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother, you are well-read and have paid homage to your ancestors in the past generations. Have such strange things ever happened to you?"
While thinking about it, Baixuke said: "I have read through the records. There have indeed been visions in the Master's Hall in the past dynasties, but at most they were just one kind, such as a loud sound of thunder or a strange fragrance assailing the nostrils, but none of them mentioned any effects on the disciples.
How useful it is. Like this, the nine sounds of the sword, coupled with the continuous visions, have indeed never appeared before."
Hei Xuke couldn't hold back anymore and looked at the young disciples and said: "You are young and have smart minds. Think about what might happen inside."
When the disciples saw what Elder Hei had said, they spoke one after another.
"Maybe Li Qingxian used the best sacrifice."
"Yes, yes, the Li Qingxian family has a great cause. In order to obtain magical powers, it is normal to use good sacrifices to worship the ancestors."
"That's right, but what's the matter with the laughter and laughter inside? I thought it was strange at first, but I don't know why. I couldn't express some bad guesses, as if... I was afraid of blaspheming something."
The disciples were stunned and racked their brains, but they couldn't come up with any negative guesses about those voices.
Some people slowly changed their expressions, this matter was a bit too abnormal.
A teenage disciple whispered: "With the music, the smell of wine, and the laughter, I think His Highness Prince Xian and the Patriarchs are having a meal."
"Nonsense..."
"All the ancestors... how could they do such a thing in the spirit of heaven?"
"impossible."
The child's face turned red and he said, "Instead of having a meal with the Patriarch, are we having a meal with the gods?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned their heads and looked deeply at the brass door.
He stood quietly and said nothing for a long time.
I don't know how long it took, but the door opened with a bang, and a rosy-faced Li Qingxian walked out with a smile.
The smell of alcohol squirted thinly and dissipated immediately.
Including the black bearded guests, they didn't dare to ask Li Qingxian why he came out smelling of alcohol when he entered the ancestor's ancestral hall.
The white-bearded guest said hurriedly: "Junior brother Qingxian, have you ever gained anything?"
Li Qingxian nodded and said: "The rumors are true. There is indeed a picture of the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother in the black painting."
There was a huge wave in the hearts of everyone.
The black-bearded guest stopped talking and gave the white-bearded guest a wink.