Advise Qingshan

When Ye Zhuo turned his head, his expression was the same as before. He looked at Zhang Xuan and said directly, "Send a greeting card to you Baimu Lingjun for me."

What he said was not polite, there was no honorific title, as if Zhang Xuan was his subordinate, but Zhang Xuan looked at him, but felt that a strong storm was brewing under his skin of laughing and cursing, There seems to be a majestic and mighty power that makes the group of cultivators retreat, just like the overhaul of celebrities and Qingshi in ancient times, amidst the whistling sword energy, the stars reflect each other, and the mountains echo.

So what they wanted and wished, even if the sun and the moon were upside down, and the river and the sea went against the current, it would be difficult to stop it.

So she crawled out of the hole silently, unable to bear the slightest rebellious thoughts, and nodded.

After Zhang Xuan Yujian left, Ye Zhuo took Zhang Xuan's car to the town, bought cinnabar yellow paper, and a magical amulet sent Wen Mang, who was looking sleepy, back to Xiaquan, and he himself went back to Xiaquan In the small town at the foot of the mountain, a sapphire box that had been sealed in the early days of the Fallen Immortal was unsealed, and it was rushed to Zhanghe before the trial, where it sat for three hours with the very old Baimu Lingjun.

The incident of Xianjun’s disciple falling into the devil had a great impact. Xiaquan’s reputation could be said to be ruined overnight, so it was not too late to adjudicate the crime, and it was scheduled for the next morning, so Ye Zhu ran around, and the time was really stuck. nervous.

On the day of the trial, the always deserted Xiaquan Palace welcomed many guests.As a disciple of the Immortal King, Wen Xing was envious and jealous, but now that the wall is falling and everyone is pushing, the elders of all sects, big and small, flocked to him, turning the white snow in front of the Mingguang Palace into black.

——It is said that they are the seniors of the immortal sect of various sects, but they are not very different from the beheaded ones at Caishikou in the secular world.

Most of these people had only heard of Wen Xing's name, and had never even met him in person, but they piled up in front of the Mingguang Hall like a sufferer, eagerly looking forward to it, and making a fuss.They clearly don't know what they hate at all, but they just can't wait to drag the original Gao Gao into the mud, and then spit a couple of mouthfuls, as if the anger in their hearts has just been straightened out, and the hidden jealousy Dispersed.

Ta Ling is sitting on top of the mountains. He has already returned to his real body and cut off contact with Ye Zhuo. Now he doesn't know where Ye Zhuo is, so he can only take one step at a time. Come forward as a guarantor.

So he picked a position where he could clearly see the center of the hall.

Wen Xing was kneeling and sitting in the center of the hall.

He closed his eyes, folded his hands on his knees, his back was straight, his face was expressionless, and he looked extremely calm.Sitting motionless seems to be an eternal ice sculpture, but even this posture is several times more graceful than those clamoring outside.

Duanxiu and other elders sat in the center from both sides of the main hall. Duanyi lived in the center, and on both sides were Duanxiu and another middle-aged man. Ta Ling saw that it was the one in Jingge at that time. The three of them sat on top, with different clothes on both sides. Different elders were led to sit in their respective seats.

When everyone was seated one by one, Taoist Duanyi coughed. His voice was mixed with spiritual energy, which was enough for the whole hall to hear clearly.

"The matter here is that I am incapable of discipline in Xiaquan Palace. The specific details must have been known to fellow Taoists. Now let's talk about how to deal with...Wen Xing."

Duan Yi originally wanted to call Elder Xuesong, but he still called him by his name in consideration of various emotions.

Duanxiu took the lead to stand up and saluted Duanyi, "Sect Leader Rong Zhi, Xiaodao thinks that although Wen Xing has the reality of falling into a demon, he has never done evil after all. The White Prison has always taken the task of suppressing evil and demons as its mission, so it is better to seal him into the White Prison and not allow him to enter the world."

The purple-clothed Taoist in the audience gave Duanxiu a sideways glance, "Taoist sister's words are wrong, isn't falling into the devil the greatest evil?"

This remark received widespread response, and someone immediately took a step forward and echoed, "Indeed, besides, he left Xiaquan for no reason and went to Yishan. Two days ago, Jingcheng also discovered evildoers doing evil. Could it be that he was conspiring with the demon cultivator Moxiu inside and outside?" What?"

Taoist Duanxiu sneered, "Why does Taoist Master Qingshan spit blood on people? Wen Xing went down the mountain to have his own decree passed down by the immortal emperor, and the handwriting is still in the master's palace. Although there is no private seal of the immortal emperor, there is the seal of Wenmanta Spirit , when I submit it, you will know it at a glance."

After finishing speaking, she waved to Daotong and told him to fetch it.

However, before Daotong came to the front, the silent middle-aged Taoist beside her suddenly laughed, and he forced Daotong to retreat with a burst of energy, and said with a smile, "Don't do any useless work, Daoist. There is no private seal of the fairy. We don't agree with it."

Duanxiu turned cold, "What do you mean?"

Duan Yi also stood up, and waved Duan Xiu to back down.He was originally a benevolent old man, but at this moment he was also aroused three points of anger, saying word by word

"Fellow Daoist, don't you suspect that we and Wen Mang Ta Ling have made a fake together?"

The Taoist was not afraid at all, and sneered, "The Wenmang Taling has never passed away, and the pagoda seal is only known to you people in Xiaquan Palace. If you make a seal casually, how can we separate it?"

At this time, Xiaquan could be said to be overwhelmed by the crowd, and naturally there were those who watched the excitement and agreed that it was a big deal.

Some people sighed, "It's no wonder that the fairy king has not returned to Xiaquan Palace for so many years. If he comes back, wouldn't he be pissed off?"

"Xiaquan Palace is worthy of being the number one sect in the world. It is really powerful, and this can protect it. If my disciple fell into a demon, he would have killed him with a sword and cleaned up the sect. How dare he say it here?"

Taoist Duanyi saw the anger of the crowd below, and the monks didn't even care about face. They wished they could throw off their arms and draw a clear line with Xiaquan Palace. Many people gathered together and whispered in a strange way. Friend, even if Wen Xing falls into a demon, he is still a disciple accepted by the Immortal Chongning himself, without his nod, you open and shut up to kill others, and you are doing this for someone else, is it because you want to slap the Immortal in the face!"

I don't know what this sentence touched, Wen Xing, who was motionless as if ignorant, unconsciously mingled his fingers together.

——He wasn't considered a disciple he personally accepted.

The middle-aged Taoist smiled, "Of course I dare not slap the fairy in the face, but killing evil and demons is our duty as a monk, and the fairy probably won't blame me for overstepping discipline!"

Just when Duanxiu was still arguing and the middle-aged Taoist was complacent, a chuckle suddenly came from the air, and someone asked softly, "Oh?"

The Mingguang Palace was already extremely high in the world, but the voice seemed to come from the nine heavens. Although the voice was not loud, it overwhelmed everyone so that they could only stand respectfully and fearfully, like believers listening to the words of the gods. Yizhi.

The god lives high in the sky, and his frown and smile are enough to make Kyushu tremble. He asked lightly

"Who is going to discipline me? Let me step forward and let Ben Gong take a good look. Who dares to discipline me?"

So everyone could feel his anger, so everyone lowered their heads, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly panicked, and even spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Zhuo sneered and drove forward.

Everyone looked up, and saw a Taoist in light purple clothes rushing towards him in a chariot. Nine deer stood side by side in front of the chariot, which was very majestic. Purple, under the nine deer galloping, just like the imperial frame of the east sun, the purple air comes from the east.

The Taoist wears a plain white veiled hat, so he can't see his face clearly, he can only see his tall body and elegant posture.He stopped the frame on the slant of the Mingguang Hall, then stepped on the void and walked down slowly.

This person walked slowly and calmly, just like strolling in the garden on a picnic, between his legs, it seemed that invisible steps formed in the air.

He stood in front of the main hall, with a three-point smile in his tone, "I'm sorry, of course I mind, my favorite disciple, you actually plan to discipline me for me?"

Duan Yi Duanxiu was the first to react, and knelt down.They didn't doubt the authenticity of the person who came, Ye Zhu was imposing, and under the pressure of Gao Xiu, no one present could raise his head up.There is no lack of Shenxuan Daxiu present, who can breathe only with his momentum, besides Ye Chongning, who else?

Seeing that the hall was kneeling halfway, Ye Jue breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded to Wen Xing, his tone was much softer, as if he was hiding a touch of intimacy, "What are you kneeling for? Come here quickly."

Wen Xing was motionless, he couldn't believe it, and seemed to be falling into a dream, his fingers trembled so badly that his nails almost dug into the palm of his hand.

Ye Zhuo sighed, and stretched out his hand again among the trembling crowd.

"Don't be dazed, my dear apprentice, come here as a teacher."

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