Chapter 1 Something big happened
Wanjian Sect, Xijian Valley, Ningcuitan.
Shrouded in spiritual mist, there are looming overhanging eaves.
Looking closer, it turned out to be a hexagonal pavilion built in the pond.
The pavilion was paved with sapphire, and Taoist Qingyuan's silver hair was disheveled, his white robe was slightly open, and he was sitting cross-legged on the Qingxin futon with a murderous look.
On his knees, a transparent fairy sword kept trembling; around him, the ice continued to spread, and soon even the water was covered with thick ice.
The birds and beasts saw that something was wrong and flew away long ago.
Only the spirit fish at the bottom of the pond has not yet received the news.
The water temperature dropped rapidly, and the fish was filled with anger. With its fins on its hips, it jumped up and was about to get angry, but when it saw the iconic silver hair, it quietly fell back.
Before falling into the water, he flicked his tail and jumped out of the Ningcuitan.
Then he jumped into the stream running down the mountain with a "dong" sound, and went downstream anxiously.
Such a big thing happened today, and the news had already spread throughout the sect.
Daojun Qingyuan has always been a decent person. I don't want anyone to laugh at him, so I'd better stay away!
The sun rose and the moon set, no matter how long it took, the natal sword finally returned to calm, and the man in the pavilion spoke calmly:
"That evil obstacle, do you realize that you are wrong?"
The young apprentice Yang Xingchen was practicing his sword on the ice outside the pavilion. After hearing these words, his movements became a little faster.
A few days ago, the senior sister was staying in the cave as usual, and she didn't know what she was doing. The magma that had accumulated for countless years and was full of spiritual energy in the ground was rushing upward crazily, not even being suppressed by the mountain guarding formation.
The process was so brutal that I won’t go into details.
Just talk about the results.
The Taxue Peak turned into a volcano crater, and after the five masters and disciples lost a huge amount of property, they all became homeless wretches.
Now the senior sister was beaten up by her master and thrown into the bottom of Siguo Cliff.
The master would get angry when he saw the fire. Only by sitting in this place surrounded by water, closing his eyes and chanting the Heart-Cleaning Mantra crazily, could he restrain the urge to kill her.
The second senior sister has not returned from her training, and the third senior sister has not returned from her visit to a friend. Only he, the younger junior brother, is left to face all this alone.
I want to cry, I really miss it!
The day before yesterday, he said: "The lowest level of Siguo Cliff is not a place for people. Senior Sister is also injured..."
The master looked at him askance: "If you dare to look at her, I will break your legs!"
Yesterday he said: "I don't know if Senior Sister is cold or hungry..."
The master still looked at him askance: "If you dare to give her wine, I will break your hand!"
Today the master took the initiative to speak. The humble apprentice thought he was fishing for law enforcement and did not dare to talk to him.
Daojun Qingyuan snorted coldly, stared at him sideways, and said what he just said again through the sound transmission.
His tone sounded like if he dared to pretend to be deaf and dumb, he would be skinned and cramped directly!
Yang Xingchen then sheathed his sword and went up to the pavilion, lowering his hands to listen to the instruction.
The situation will not get worse, so just follow him!
Taojun Qingyuan looked at his young apprentice and was secretly confused.
As the disciples' cultivation level gets higher and higher, the range of spiritual energy that needs to be breathed out during practice becomes larger and larger, and it is no longer possible to live in Tuxue Peak.
In addition, he has already advanced to become a god and is eligible to apply for a new peak, so recently he has been secretly inspecting the empty hills of the sect in preparation for moving.
Unexpectedly, no one was paying attention, and the big disciple directly demolished the house.
It was so completely dismantled.
Taojun Qingyuan not only felt embarrassed by punishing his eldest disciple severely, but also mainly to punish the careless scourge.
Otherwise, if we demolish the family now, won’t we have to demolish the sect in the future?
His eldest disciple has been a troublemaker since he was a child. He has been in his sect for more than two hundred years, and he is either making trouble or on the way to making trouble.
But she wasn't just being naughty and causing trouble on purpose. Every time she got into trouble, she acted confidently and confidently——
"To engage in research is to take a road that no one has ever walked before, so it cannot be a smooth road. Master, don't you see that your disciple can't make progress?"
When you are a master, you cannot be so careless.
This kind of disciple can only grit his teeth and get used to it.
As time went on, his temperament changed due to holding it back.
Thinking about him, a cold-faced immortal king who was once famous among the nine sects and eighteen sects, and could easily make people think that he was cultivating the ruthless way, he has become a bad-tempered person since he became a master.
That's all in the past, the disciple didn't like to go out, and he couldn't be embarrassed outside, so he could still tolerate it.
There has been such a big commotion this time. In a few days, other sects will know about it.
Especially the Tianyin Sect, which is the closest and has been friends for generations, with hundreds of thousands of disciples, I don’t know how they will laugh at him!
Once upon a time, there was a Nascent Soul Lord from the Tianyin Sect who had a spirit dog and loved it like a beloved child. As a result, her beautiful peak with flowers and brocades, which was famous in two sects, was torn to pieces.
At that time, everyone in Wanjian Sect would laugh when they mentioned each other.
Said she was incompetent and couldn't even control a pet.
After all, the animal they raise is a spiritual beast, and it can be said that it is inhumane. His disciple is a well-known genius, and he doesn’t even know what excuse to make...
I was so angry that day that I beat the evil barrier, but I don't know what's going on now.
After all, when he is not causing trouble, his baby Big Dump is quite well-behaved. Whenever he has a new invention, the first thing he does is to run to him and offer him the treasure. When he was a child, when he went out to play, someone would give him a spiritual fruit, and he would pick it up along the way. It was crushed and he couldn't bear to eat it, so he had to take it home and let him take the first bite...
Recalling everything in the past, Daojun Qingyuan felt distressed and angry at the same time, which was called a tangle.
The little apprentice looked at his eyes, nose and heart, not even daring to breathe.
As expected of the senior sister, if the master is so angry, he will be able to calm down on the third day. If it were someone else, he would have to think about going through the cliff to death.
After a moment of silence, when his master didn't speak, Yang Xingchen tentatively asked in a low voice, "Then, shall I go and get the senior sister out?"
Yang Xingchen started school at the age of two. He was picked up by his senior sister and raised by his senior sister. The two have always had a good relationship.
He has been clinging to Master these days just to get Master's warrant.
Taojun Qingyuan's eyes were like daggers, and he immediately gave him a look - Do I look so unprincipled?
When the senior sister is not around, the master has always been indifferent and taciturn, always giving a look to see for himself.
When Yang Xingchen saw this, he immediately put away his petty thoughts and said seriously:
"Si Guo Cliff is quite close. Sword training also requires a certain degree of relaxation. I wonder how Senior Sister is doing..."
Qingyuan Daojun, who has an immortal spirit, frowned slightly:
"Since you have to go and see it to feel at ease, then go! The legs are on you, and no one will stop you!"
Yang Xingchen: "..."
Looking through the collection of classics and history, he couldn't find even half a word that could accurately describe this kind of master!
That’s all, senior sister is still important.
It's rare for Master to relent, so it's good to take a look.
The younger junior brother Yu Feijian, who was lucky enough not to worry, left Sword Washing Valley in the blink of an eye and headed straight for Siguo Cliff.
Siguo Cliff is indeed not far away, right next to the main peak.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he had arrived at the floating square at the entrance.
When they reached the no-fly zone, Yang Xingchen put away his flying sword and headed straight for the white tower not far away that shot into the sky.
This is where the Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall is located.
Even if his master acquiesces, he must first see the master in charge and get approval before he can go to the bottom of Siguo Cliff.
As he approached, a corner of the majestic black cliff behind the White Tower was revealed.
It faces the southeast, overlooking the entire Wanjian Sect. It looks like a serious and upright elder, but also like a big devil exuding infinite terror!
This is where the sect’s most important place is thinking over the cliff.
The material of the cliff is special. It does not contain spiritual energy. It is extremely hard and has a strong guiding spirit, which can meet the needs of complex formations.
According to the records of the sect, the founder of the mountain erected the mountain gate here because he took a fancy to this cliff.
It took hundreds of years of hard work to build it. Each floor and even each small black room has different functions and can target disciples with different cultivation levels.
Basically, if the disciples go to Siguo Cliff once, they will not dare to make the mistakes they have made again, and they will memorize every sect regulation as soon as possible after coming out.
Qinghuanjie has experienced several emancipation trends in its history, and the conservative world of cultivation has undergone great changes.
Today's children advocate freedom, care about personal feelings, and are much more individual.
In short, the team is becoming increasingly difficult to lead.
Other sects had all sorts of bad things happening one after another, but the Wanjian sect had always had a good style.
I have to say that the founder is really far-sighted.
Generally speaking, Nascent Soul Lord has already stepped into the threshold of high-level monks and rarely comes here.
Only she kept repeating yesterday's story.
The junior brother was worried about his senior sister and was homeless, so he didn't sleep at night for the past few nights.
With dark circles under his eyes, he walked to the gate of the White Tower. The poor junior brother was still thinking about how to talk softly to Junior Uncle Qingfeng so that he could send something to Senior Sister, when he heard a loud noise.
Then, right under his nose, the entire Siguo Cliff turned into black sand as big as a bean, and in the blink of an eye it slid against the cliff into the Taizhen Cold Pond under the square.
"Shua——"
Just a moment.
The round cold pool turned into a crescent moon in seconds, and the rising black ash covered the sky and the sun.
The small black house in Siguoya, which was once so solid, only has a sparkling frame left.
Yang Xingchen’s pupils were shaking!
The pale golden formation that covered the sky and sun rose almost at the same time, reflecting the panic in everyone's eyes.
The mysterious runes shone, resisting the sudden extreme cold waves, and were frozen into a white ice wall full of bubbles in the blink of an eye.
Yang Xingchen felt something in his heart. When he raised his head, he saw Uncle Qingfeng's black robe bulging. He was standing in the air at some point, holding his hand in the air. He was controlling the young disciples who couldn't control the sword floating on the cold pool, holding him in one hand. The eldest sister of the family has a face as cold as frost:
"Tell me, what good thing did you do again?!"
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