The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Early in the morning, the Jin Mansion was in chaos again.

Mrs. Jin was drinking snow frog soup when she saw Jin Xiaoxiao coming back. She refused to eat when he asked her to, and instead turned around and went to the ancestral hall with an anxious look on her face to trouble his ancestors.

As a result, Mrs. Jin only drank three bowls of snow frog soup in the morning.

The head of the Jin family only ate two bowls of rice in the morning. He was worried that the tablets of the Jin family ancestors would be in danger.

"Who do you think your son is doing this for?"

The head of the Jin family put down the bowl in his hand, frowned with a greasy face, and his eyebrows seemed to be glowing.

He has gained a lot of weight recently, and his three chins have just returned. This morning, he saw Jin Xiaoxiao rushing back.

"Who else could it be for? The young master of the Tang family." The head of the Jin family said helplessly.

Mrs. Jin's plans had not yet begun.

Besides, she had no chance to meet Tang Yixien.

She couldn't kidnap the person, so every day, Mrs. Jin could only drink snow frog soup to make up for it. Gradually, her complexion became much rosier, her mood became better, and her white hair disappeared.

But looking at the situation today, I don’t know what’s going on.

Jin Xiaoxiao came back this time to ask how to suppress the furnace cauldron physique.

It's just temporary suppression, which can make the attack less painful.

The Jin family's ancestral hall was not open to the public before, and Jin Xiaoxiao had never thought of suppressing Tang Yixien's furnace physique in her spiritual consciousness.

But after hearing Sheng Qingye say that day, he didn't want to make his master suffer, nor did he want him to face such reluctance.

He thought again of the Jin family's not-so-serious ancestors.

Only some remnants of the ancestors of the Jin family remain in the ancestral hall. Since they are a family of soul cultivators with a history of thousands of years, they naturally want to leave something behind after their death to protect their descendants.

But when facing Jin Xiaoxiao, the only great-great-great-great-grandson of this generation, they felt a little regretful.

I really wish I had never given birth to it.

They had just had some peace and quiet when this guy came again.

After Jin Xiaoxiao explained her purpose, she began to chant the incantations that only the Jin family understood.

That is to say, it is a talisman that makes the ancestors restless and they have nowhere to hide.

"Go...call your father and close the ancestral hall." The ancestors of the Jin family really couldn't stand it anymore.

"He's eating." Jin Xiaoxiao knelt on the ground and said calmly.

Then he took the Lingxi fan and put it against his neck threateningly.

After all, they are one's own descendants. They are so close that one really doesn't know how many generations have passed between them.

Finally, an ancestor of the Jin family compromised and told a way to suppress it, but it could only be suppressed temporarily. No one knew what would happen in the end.

And there is no solution to this.

After all, the physical condition of this cauldron is in the spiritual consciousness, and if one wants to suppress it, it depends on the person's own willpower.

"Are you stupid? Isn't this simple? Just help him with his furnace constitution, right? Make him behave, and then..."

One of the 66th generation ancestors couldn't stand it anymore and wondered how could he have such a useless descendant. He went over and wanted to kick the man, but was stopped by a clean-skinned ancestor next to him.

Jin Xiaoxiao bowed and expressed her gratitude, then quickly lit more than a hundred incense sticks, which burned like incense and made the ancestors of the Jin family cough.

He quickly slipped out of the ancestral hall before his ancestors started to curse him.

Looking at their son's appearance, Mr. Jin and Mrs. Jin couldn't help but continue to sigh.

Jin Xiaoxiao just had a meal at home and then hurried back to Biling Peak.

Mrs. Jin couldn't help but sigh that it was true that once a son is married off, it would cost you real money.

She drank another bowl of snow frog soup out of worry.

Before leaving, Jin Xiaoxiao took out some silver from the mansion because he knew that his master was going out for a trial.

The wind in early spring seemed to be as sharp as a knife, and it hurt when it blew on my face. The withered branches of the trees were twisting and turning.

On a clearing in the forest on Yuanzhi Continent, a circle of cakes and a bunch of plum blossoms were placed as a memorial.

A man in a black robe stood aside, with his eyes lowered and silent, like a tombstone.

He exuded a demonic aura that spread like black mist, and the corpses of animals could occasionally be seen within a few miles.

"Tang Yixian is back. Our chance for revenge has come. I will definitely find a way to resurrect you."

He half squatted down, unpacked the pastries, and laid them out one by one. They were all Tang Tianao's favorites.

Yin Tu knew best what Tang Tianao liked to eat. He thought he would spend the rest of his life here, but he didn't expect to meet that person that day.

Yin Tu's hands were crippled by Amu. After he was possessed by the devil, his hands grew back. Although they were transformed by devilish energy, it was fine as long as they could be used.

A dignified disciple of the cultivation clan was thus possessed by the devil.

"You came?"

Yin Tu's voice was dry and hoarse like the rough roots of a tree, full of vicissitudes of life.

"Yeah." Another green figure, wearing a long robe, floated out of the shadows like a ghost and appeared in front of Yin Tu.

The person who came out of the darkness was very tall and thin.

Yin Tu turned around and saluted, whispering:

"master."

Now that he is obeying this person, he must abide by the rules.

"How is the ancient demon seal being broken?" The voice of the person who came was cold and vague, which made people shudder.

"I will do my best." Yin Tu said with his hands hanging down.

The ghostly figure laughed, with a sense of revenge and desolate coldness.

"I will make sure that all those people care about are buried with him. When he is resurrected, I will give him a demonic world."

The ghost spoke in a cold voice, and the evil energy on his body was as black as ink. Several flying birds were infected and fell to the ground.

"Don't forget what you promised me." Under Yin Tu's dark robe, his hand as white as tree bark tightly grasped the sword.

"Hmph, don't worry." The ghostly figure paused and said.

There was a long silence, and the surrounding darkness was like a huge rock pressing down on people, suffocating them.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew over, rustling and blowing down a few leaves.

"Tang Yixin is back, right?" the ghostly figure said in a deep voice.

"Yeah." Yin Tu said.

The sound of bone-piercing breathing, as if hatred has penetrated into the bones, said in an extremely cold tone:

"If you see Tang Yixian, don't kill him."

"Why is this?" Yin Tu's rough voice sounded like it was scraping across sand.

Yin Tu thought that he might not be able to kill him alone, but he could find a way.

Yin Tu did not get an answer, as the other party had already turned around and disappeared into the woods.

Only Yin Tu was left, standing there with a gloomy face, as if he belonged here.

Biling Peak.

Tang Yixin also prepared cold spring water and the juice of the spiritual tree. He wanted to help Jin Xiaoxiao nourish her spiritual consciousness.

The reason why it took so long was because it was not easy to grow spiritual wood in this magic circle, so he looted some from Yao Lao like he was robbing someone.

He traded it for a dozen chickens.

He planned to have a trial in a while, and go out to pick some fresh spirit-nourishing trees to make juice.

Jin Xiaoxiao then followed Tang Yixien into the cold spring again.

Tang Yixien took out a ribbon and covered his eyes with it, just like last time.