Taoist enchanting [cultivation]

A huge chain surrounded by several people hangs down from the top of the mountain.Xuan Lin sat in front of the chain, holding Qianjijian tightly and not letting go.

Two months ago, Lao Liu Qingji and Lao Ba Qingping died here.Now, lying in front of him is Qing Ming, who is curled up in a ball and covered in blood, and Qing Min, who is tied to the mountain wall and makes no sound.

Xuan Lin hugged Qianji Sword tightly.

Obviously two months ago, Qinghong was imprisoned here, and there was also the young palace master Shiyuan, why was it replaced by him so quickly?Could it be that in the dark, there is God's will?

Xuan Lin has never believed in God's will, otherwise he would not launch a rebellion.But now, he had to believe it.

However, God never completely abandoned him.At least the Qianji Sword of elder status is still in his hand.The organ left by Patriarch Zhenyang recognizes the sword, but not Xuanyan's face.And his face was ruined.

Xuan Lin pulled the wrinkles on his face and smiled, and tried his best to grind the Qianji Sword out of the scabbard a little bit.

The Ice Prison was created by Patriarch Zhenyang, especially the huge chains that trapped his master and disciples. It is said that it was the thing that trapped ancient monsters back then.Since he accepted the sect, he has been busy suppressing dissent, and has never tried various agencies.Maybe he can use the Thousand Chance Sword to get out of trouble.

A ray of light suddenly came over his head, Xuan Lin hurriedly withdrew his hands, Qing Hong clicked his tongue twice above his head: "Don't hide, old man, I've seen it all."

Xuan Lin snorted coldly.

Qing Hong didn't bother to put on the air of being the head of the sect, and with a movement of his body, he fell from the sky and landed directly in front of him.Xuan Lin stared at his dark cyan robe with a golden hem, and turned his head resentfully.

"I don't understand how stubborn you are. You fought so hard for the head of the sect." Qing Hong twisted his sleeves. Sewing clothes?"

Xuan Lin didn't answer, but hugged the Qianji Sword tightly, and looked past the entrance above his head.

How could Qinghong fail to guess what he was thinking, and sneered: "Don't be wishful thinking, the uncle won't come. He doesn't want to see you, so let me ask you: Before you start, have you ever thought about the care of the uncle all these years?" ?”

Xuan Lin didn't say a word, his eyes dropped slightly, but he couldn't hide the deep hatred.Although Qinghong was puzzled, he was even more contemptuous.

Qinghong grew up in the Xuantian Sect, not to mention that his master was still the head of the sect, and he had to handle many things, so he knew everything about the previous generation like the back of his hand.

In fact, his fourteenth uncle should be a younger brother of Xuan's generation, but when he traveled down the mountain and saw Xuan Lin's parents died and his family was poor, he took pity on him and took him to Xuantianmen to raise him.The fourteen senior brothers above, including the much-loved Xuan Yan, all took good care of Xuan Lin.

Maybe it's because he lost his roots when he was young, Xuan Lin's talent is mediocre, and he is not very outstanding among his peers.Seeing that all the seniors are talented, especially the genius Xuan Yan who is pressing above his head, Xuan Lin is anxious to break through to the realm of Xudao after 70 years of practice.

What did he do to force his breakthrough back then, no one in Xuan's generation except Xuan Yun knew, only that after Xuan Lin woke up, he was called to confinement by the head of the sect.And because he couldn't bear the cultivation of Xudao realm, he was almost knocked out of his wits by the sky thunder. When he was recuperating, Xuanyan took care of him personally.

Forcibly breaking through is against the law of heaven after all. Xuan Lin was originally a middle-aged man, but after healed from the injury, he was already crippled into a dying man.And he himself has been cultivating for so many years, but he is still under the realm of the virtual way, and it is difficult to break through.

Qinghong didn't have the patience to bargain with him, and there were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the door, so he said to Xuanlin: "Old man, let me ask you first, will you give the Qianji Sword?"

He didn't dare to say anything to death, it would be hard to say if Xuan Lin learned that Xuan Yan had given up the Qianji Sword and did something out of the ordinary.Qianji Sword is the treasure of Patriarch Zhenyang, it can be kept as long as it can.

After waiting for so long, Xuan Lin finally got his words: "I can return the sword, but you want to spare my life."

Qing Hong hummed indiscriminately, with a slight tone of voice.

He was stupid to let Xuan Lin go.

Besides, if he let him go, the master uncle must not hang him in the ice prison, what will he do?

Qing Hong's noncommittal is reasonable, and Xuan Lin is not prepared to negotiate with him now.Qingming laughed wildly not far away, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Master, stop negotiating terms with this little wolf cub, he will eat up our master and apprentice to the bone!"

"..." Qing Hong turned his head, imitating Xuan Yan's expression of disdain, "I don't even think Second Martial Uncle's dim sum tastes good, will I still eat you?"

Qing Ming still wanted to talk, but Qing Min scolded him: "Enough of the idiot, shut up!" But seeing Qing Hong walking leisurely, she simply said nothing.

Qing Ming just wanted to play tricks for a while, and didn't want to provoke him.Seeing him getting closer and closer, his voice was so frightened that it was extremely ugly: "Get out of here! Don't touch me! Ah——"

As a former little overlord, Qinghong tormented people in all kinds of strange ways. When he stepped on a certain place, he was so shocked that even Qingmin turned his head away, unable to bear to look directly at him.

Except for Xuan Yan, he is very familiar with every uncle, and the nine uncles who are in charge of the prison have learned ten percent of their methods.Qingming's screams made people's heart skip a beat, some bad water appeared in Qing Hong's shining eyes, and he twisted his ankle, causing Qingming to cry out in pain.

The cry gradually weakened, Qing Min turned her head away, but felt that Qing Hong was looking at her.

Probably in his opinion, such a self must be very pitiful.

To her surprise, Qing Hong didn't mention the matter of the youth, he looked lightly in front of her for a while, and then turned back to Xuan Lin.

Xuan Lin has already seen that Qing Hong is bored today and came to find their master and apprentice for entertainment.Therefore, no matter how Qing Hong pressed and coaxed him, he just held on to the Qianji Sword tightly and never let go.

Qing Hong has seen the ability of the sword and the sword spike to protect the holder, from Xuan Yan.He didn't succeed today, so he left the ice prison to worry about other things.

The head of the sect has too many things to do, Qing Hong has only been taking over for a few days, and he is already deeply ashamed of his previous nonsense.

After Xuan Lin tossed and tossed for more than half a year, many halls were abandoned, and no one even gave lectures to the beginner disciples.And Xuanyan is not in good health and needs to rest.The situation was urgent, so he had to take office in person.

Not many people can use it right now.Dan Cheng has a stable temperament, but unfortunately his cultivation base is too shallow and he is young, otherwise he would be a good candidate.The two people who have been following the uncle can be used, but they are afraid that the uncle will follow the stubborn stone and run away, so these two people will also follow.

The interior of Yinyuan Palace is newly decorated, bright and safe.Qing Hong rubbed his head, thinking hard facing the list of disciples.

His master who is alive in the sky, how did he coax so many uncles to do things for him?

"Master, drink tea."

Dan Cheng's voice startled him, and with a flick of his pen, a stream of ink splashed on Dan Cheng's face.

"Ouch, my darling!" Qing Hong was so startled that he threw away the pen and paper, hugged Dan Cheng, and wiped the ink with his sleeves desperately.Unexpectedly, it got darker and darker, and it looked particularly happy against the scar that hadn't completely faded away.

"It's okay, Master, it will be gone after washing."

Qing Hong said with disgust: "Why don't you learn, just imitate your master's uncle's wooden face. Come, let the master have a look."

In order to quell the fire in Jinyu Pharmacy, Qingji asked Dancheng to forcibly absorb the aura of fire, so that Dancheng lost control of his internal cultivation, and this was the only reason for the scars.Qinghong guided him many times, and the scars gradually disappeared, and the original fair and well-behaved boy gradually appeared.

Seeing this apprentice getting more and more happy, Qing Hong couldn't help rubbing his little face.Dan Cheng backed away with a blushing face, and reported the matter of Dongming Palace to Qing Hong sternly.

Ordinary disciples don't have the guts, even if they did, they would be slapped under the ice prison by Xuanyan.Qinghong felt that the uncle would not be angry with his disciples, nephews and grandchildren, so he asked Dan Cheng to do some small tricks.

Hearing the key point, Qinghong's eyes lit up, and asked: "Your grand uncle really read that book?"

Dan Cheng nodded, "I put it on the uncle's desk with my own hands, and the uncle read that "Fengyue*"..."

Qing Hong quickly covered his mouth, his face flushed slightly, "Just know, don't say it."

It's really not easy for him to be the head of the sect, and he has to worry about his uncle's private affairs.The disciple in charge of purchasing returned to the mountain gate, and when he handed the book to him, his face was dripping with blood.

"and then?"

"Uncle Master was kicked out, at night."

Dan Cheng specially put the word "evening" at the end, accentuated the sound, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qing Hong felt that this apprentice was unusual, he was so listless, he had the demeanor of his past.

"That, wear..."

"Wear it, half of it."

Qing Hong gasped and laughed non-stop.