Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 228 Children are rare talents
Looking at the disciples below who were already immersed in the lecture.

Master Xuanxiao smiled slightly, clasped his fists towards the other venerables and said:

"Your disciples are all outstanding talents! I think many of them have grasped the true meaning of what I said."

"Hmm~"

The other venerables on the platform also put down their phones, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Xuan Xiao, you are the best at speaking."

“Not only those disciples, but even I feel that I have gained a lot.”

"Yes, fellow Daoist, you have made the obscure principles in the scriptures so easy to understand that I feel my realm has been slightly relaxed."

The mutual commercial praise made Master Xuanxiao feel a little elated.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. I got some special edition Nine Skies Cloud Brew from a channel a few days ago. Everyone, would you like to drink some?"

Special edition?
This is a rare thing, why not drink it?
Yu Qingfeng's confused eyes suddenly cleared up.

"drink!"

"I still have a few cartons of special edition cigarettes. You may not believe me, but they were given to me by my unfilial son."

Oh open?

Taixu Sword Master's words aroused envy from everyone.

Now everyone knows that Taixu Jianzun's son has become very successful and holds a high position in the Wansan Shop.

“But we disciples…”

Venerable Xuelian, holding a little white cat, looked at Murong Ziyue, who was standing in the audience with a dazed look on her face, and felt a little worried.

"Oh, that's fine. Let the disciples exchange ideas with each other. After listening to so many scriptures for so long, they need to put these theoretical knowledge into practice."

"Yes!"

Master Xuanxiao stepped forward, channeling his spiritual energy and commanding the audience:
"Several of us venerables are going to the back mountains to discuss the Dao. You can arrange your own time these few days to exchange ideas and learn from each other. Don't miss out on your cultivation!"

it is finally over!
The disciples who had been in jail for several days stood up, bowed, and bid farewell in unison.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Yes, they are all good and polite children.

Looking at these extremely talented children, the venerables on the stage also felt that the Spiritual Continent had successors.

But there was deathly silence over at the Daqian Holy Land.

Everyone else stood up to see them off respectfully, but they still sat cross-legged on the ground without moving, only the expressions on their faces changed from time to time.

This is obviously a deep level of enlightenment!

Many venerables complimented Venerable Wuxiang with envy:
"Ah, in terms of talent, it's still you, the Holy Son of the Daqian Holy Land."

"I've heard for a long time that the Holy Son of the Great Qian Saint has realized the top-level golden elixir. I didn't expect that the other disciples under his tutelage are also geniuses."

"Hey! Thank you all for your kindness, but I think that in terms of disciple talent, Venerable Xuelian's beloved disciple is even better! If you don't believe me, just take a look."

Oh?
Following the direction of Venerable Wuxiang's finger, everyone saw Murong Ziyue, who was also motionless, with only the ahoge on her head shaking from time to time.

This talent is even better!

Although Qin Hong and the others also realized the truth, the expressions on their faces kept changing.

This means that although they have attained enlightenment, they have clearly encountered obstacles in understanding some scriptures.

But Murong Ziyue is completely different!
His eyes rolled back, and at first glance he looked a little stupid, but in essence he was clearly understanding the true meaning of the scriptures without any hindrance.

"You truly deserve to be Fellow Daoist Xuelian's only beloved disciple."

"I have to admit it."

"Let's go, each of these children is a rare talent, let's just go and drink without worry."

The venerables finally left!

Immediately, more than half of the disciples took out their cell phones from their pockets and started playing with them.

After listening to the sutras for five or six days, they were about to explode!

At this time, the people in the Daqian Holy Land also noticed that the Venerable had left, and they all started howling loudly as if they had just been released from a tortured kiln:
"Damn it! I've been tricked again! Can the 98k be disabled?"

"Hahaha! I finally killed one, now I'm going to loot!"

"Wait, don't go yet!"

"Fuck! I got tricked. Damn, this BYD teammate is ambushing me in the room!"

"Nonsense, the four of them must be not far away."

"What the hell? Holy Son, come quickly! I met an expert. She used her knife to deflect all my bullets!"

"You just realized this? I think the upper limit of swordplay is higher than that of gunplay, especially in close combat! Within seven steps, the sword is obviously faster!"

"Son, you're bragging again. If your sword is better, why do you keep holding the bazooka?" "Anyone willing to trade their gun for my sword? A-47 first."

At the same time, the gameplay of Gou Daoliu also began to emerge.

"I think it's best to stay on the edge of the thunderstorm and follow the thunderclouds slowly towards the finals. It's a bit boring, but it's easy to get a high ranking."

"That's right!"

"It's true that you can slowly gain points, but KD is ugly."

During the conversation, a team of four encountered a crisis:

"Senior Sister! I'm surrounded! Come get me!"

"Junior brother, Senior sister was also shot! Senior brother, save me!"

"Don't shout! Brother, I've already fallen!"

【Save me, save me, save me, save me, save me.】

"Hurry up and open the microphone! You can use the microphone to beg for mercy in this game! If you are sincere, the chances of them sparing your life are very high!"

Oh?
Is there such a good thing?

This brother immediately opened the microphone and begged for mercy:
"Big big big big big brother, don't kill me!"

"I, I, I, I, I'll give you all the guns!"

Facing his plea for mercy, a sentence came from the microphone:
[No, bro, what's wrong with you? Just sit down, okay?! Are you kidding me?]

Li Wanjun and others looked at the little purple-haired boy in amazement.

It’s true, exactly as she said!
In the end, the senior brother who failed to beg for mercy and was eliminated instantly became red-hot.

"Damn, if you just don't beg for mercy, maybe you can die with dignity!"

"This idiot saw me on the mic and then came over and beat me to death with his fists. How bullying and humiliating!"

A disciple came over and said in a masterly tone:

"You don't understand. Experts know how to conserve bullets. Even though there are plenty of bullets on the map, in reality, there are often not enough."

"I understand saving bullets, but what does he mean by dancing in front of my box? This move is disgusting! Holy shit! I'm so pissed off, this bastard!"

"Let me see, oh, the electric shock expression? That's humiliating."

This senior brother's microphone also prompted the other disciples of the Daqian Holy Land to turn on their microphones.

I've been in silent mode just now, and I always feel like something is wrong.

Now open the microphone.

All kinds of dirty words kept coming into their ears.
[Dog! On the northeast tree branch! That bastard has been harassing the cat for ages, use your pistol to stab him in the ass!]

[What the hell is that? You bastard, take this from me!]

[Hey, buddy, there's a sniper on the southeast slope! Quickly fire a burst at him! Adasi, his bullets are as fast as an eagle!]

[Handsome boy~ I have an 8x scope in my backpack. Let me go and I'll treat you to morning tea, okay?]

[This is really unkind of you to shrink from the circle. I have to find the planner to talk to him tomorrow!]

[Sun Zei! Are you choking on the soy milk? Can you please stop talking to me? That's so unkind!]

[What are you doing? Lying on the edge of a drugged wall, pretending to be Voldemort? Hit! I'll warm your butt with a Molotov cocktail!]

[Fuck you! Who threw the grenade without an instant explosion? My armor got blown off!]

A female disciple squatted on the rooftop to peek at the battle, when she suddenly heard the burning Tianjin accent coming from under her feet:

[Sister, this room can't handle your big ass, why don't you come down and have a bowl of guacai to calm your nerves?]

She was so frightened that her hands trembled and she missed the shotgun, exposing her position and being killed by concentrated fire.

what? !

Luo Qinghuan and others were stunned.

It's exactly the same as what Xiao Zimao said, is it really a different accent?

In addition to the various accent war gods mentioned above, there are more abstract ones:
[Brothers, the thundercloud is pressing down on my heart and it hurts. I need the golden armor to get up. Please don’t kill me. I want to fart~]

Can I be your little dog?

【Call Mom.】

[Mom, mom~]

Everyone:.
The Holy Son of Daqian had already lost his temper and shouted at his dead disciple:

"Retreat, retreat, retreat! Stop watching the fight and go learn some techniques from Zhou Chengze now!"

(End of this chapter)