Raiders White Moonlight Master

On the stands in front of Heguang Hall, Wen Zhen said to Bai Chang behind him with a livid face, "When did your junior brother become so useless? You were beaten by a casual cultivator."

Bai Chang: "...Cultivator Shen has a very high level of cultivation, and my junior brother is no match."

Before Wenzhen could speak again, Shen Baixing formed a seal with one hand, and the pure spiritual power swam through his fingertips, like a living thing, escaping like a white mist.He said to Jingming, who gritted his teeth and persisted, "Admit defeat."

Jingming: "No, take the initiative to admit defeat, Master will scold me to death."

Wen Zhen, who has excellent hearing ability, said, "What is the origin of this Shen, who dares to be so mad at my disciple?"

Bai Chang: "I don't know, but I know a little about his apprentice Shan Yuan. We met on the way to Qing'an Town."

Seeing that Jingming is about to be defeated, Wen really feels that losing face is one aspect, but another aspect is that his image in the mind of his disciples is so strict and rigid, Jingming refuses to admit defeat even if he knows that he cannot beat him.He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and at first he looks like he has no intentions, but anyone who has been with Wen Zhen a few times knows that the head teacher of Lingyun Sect has nothing to say to his family, and he looks like a fine old fox to outsiders, slippery Don't slip away.

"If you fight against him, what is your winning rate?"

"Disciple... I can't guarantee that I can win."

Even the big disciple he should be most proud of said so, Wen really had to pay attention to this Shen Baixing.He narrowed his eyes, with a little smile inside, and said: "Go and call your Third Martial Uncle over to bask in the sun."

When Bai Changyujian flew away, Jingming had already received two blows from Shen Baixing on the court, and he was on the verge of collapse and refused to admit defeat.

Shen Bai's heart fluttered, and he completely cut off Jingming's escape route. With a flick of the sword, he spit out a white lotus flower, which turned into thousands of rays of light to break through Jingming's spell.

The dazzling light was imprinted in the eyes, and all the monks who saw the light felt a wave from the depths of their hearts.Everyone in the world has seven emotions and six desires. When dark thoughts control reason, people will become villains; when reason prevails, thoughts will control the body to abide by etiquette and moral laws.As a complex creature, human beings have filth in both body and soul. This filth can be lust, greed, or attachment to fame and fortune.

This kind of fluctuation is shaking the filth, making the filth seem to be struggling in boiling water, while the body is comfortably in the warm water.

Jingming was hit by the white light on his chest, for a certain moment, he didn't feel any pain, his soul seemed to be separated from his body, floating high in the sky, looking down at the filthy body.The soul watched the body surrounded by white light, and in the end even the soul itself could not escape the fate.

With a bang, the body let go of the sword in its hand, and the soul heard the body say, "I lost"

In an instant, the white light was completely collected.

The people present, except for Wen Zhen and Nan Ming, a few high-level monks, the other disciples showed puzzled expressions and whispered to each other: "What happened to me just now? I feel so comfortable."

"Me too. Not only is my body comfortable, but the depression in my heart seems to have disappeared for a moment."

"It's so strange, how could I think of the feeling that I'm still in my mother's belly."

"Brother, are you funny? You are a piece of meat in your mother's stomach, how do you feel?"

The person who was told was not happy: "Go and cool off, I like to think so."

"I'm different. I think of the little sister in the next village when I was young. Now the little sister should get married."

"Yo, does Master Cheng Wen still have an old friend? I didn't see it."

"Go away, let's fight alone if we have the ability."

The man stopped talking for a moment.

He was chirping on the field, but Wen Zhen's face was serious. He looked at Shen Baixing with bright eyes. The move that the other party used just now was clearly the most common "purification technique" in the world of cultivating immortals.Although the moves have undergone great changes, but based on the fact that the pattern has lived for hundreds of years, it must not be wrong.

Purification has never been aggressive when used from monks, unless it is fighting demons and ghosts.

At that time, Lingqing had already come from Yulu Peak, and he was extremely fast against the wind, and he sat down on the chair next to Wenzhen in a short while.Shen Baixing's "purification technique" naturally did not escape his eyes, he and Wenzhen looked at each other, then nodded: "It's the 'purification technique' that senior brother thinks of, and ordinary people can't achieve this effect at all."

Ling Qing was not among these ordinary people, he said lightly: "This Shen Bai is fortunate that his cultivation level is not lower than that of his senior brother, Bai Chang and Nan Gong Luo will not be able to get the leader this time."

Wen Zhen was quite dissatisfied when he heard that he could feign the death of mosquitoes with frowns: "Since he has such a high level of cultivation, why come here to mess with a bunch of juniors?! Isn't it embarrassing?"

Lingqing: "Brother, don't spit on your words."

Wen Zhen: "I was so angry, no, I want to disqualify him."

"Did there ever be a rule in the Immortal Alliance Conference that 'Cultivators at the stage of transformation into gods cannot participate'?"

"No."

"So senior brother can't disqualify the other party." Ling Qing calmly turned over, "If senior brother is really overwhelmed, he can go to the competition stage and compete with Shen Baixing."

Wen Zhen snorted coldly: "I won't lose this person."

Under the poisonous sun of Lieyan Peak, the monks used spiritual power to protect their bodies, forming a thin layer of water mist to wrap themselves to dissipate the dryness and heat.A powerful man like Wenzhen, although wearing a complicated and heavy headmaster uniform, his skin does not sweat, and he sits on a chair as steadily as Mount Tai to watch.

After Shen Baixing, who was dressed in blue, knocked Jingming down, he noticed a probing gaze hovering over his body. When he turned his head, he saw Lingqing sitting high on the stand.

The two faced each other across the white gauze, with different thoughts.

Lingqing always felt that this purification technique seemed familiar. In his distant memory, that person carried him through the lotus pond in the past, and stood on the top of the ice and snow mountain, pointing at the land of Shenzhou.

Immortal Yuwei is an existence that looks up to in the world of cultivating immortals, even Lingqing is the same.When he was still a baby, Yuwei had reached the top of the world of cultivating immortals and was worshiped by thousands of people.When Lingqing broke through the Golden Core Stage and hit the Nascent Soul Stage, the gods in his mind disappeared.All these years, Lingqing has been looking forward to seeing Immortal Yuwei again. He wants to stand in front of him and let him know that he is no longer the brat he said.

So when an aura similar to Yuwei appeared, Lingqing was stunned.He found it inconceivable that Shen Baixing, a casual cultivator, could actually have Yuwei's aura on him.Yuwei disappeared 500 years ago, and the world of cultivating immortals has tacitly accepted the other party's fall.

Just when Lingqing was about to go up to confirm, he saw Shen Baixing's long black hair blown by the wind.

The hair was very smooth and shiny, and Lingqing came back to his senses in an instant.He shook his head, thinking that he must have been dazed, otherwise how could he have such a dream.

The Yuwei Xianjun in his memory had white hair that was brighter than Yuehua, and with a face like the first snow, the whole person seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Xiaobai, why don't you leave?"

Shouted by the lion cat, Shen Baixing looked away, and said calmly: "I just saw an old friend."

The lion cat didn't know who Shen Baixing's old friend was. The cat's paws wrapped around the other's hair, and it meowed: "Don't look, the cat is hungry and wants to eat."

"it is good."

From the Heguang Hall to the small courtyard, Shen Baixing had already memorized the route. He would not run around Shantou for the first time, and he was unlucky to bump into other people's double cultivation.Speaking of this, Shen Baixing has always been suspicious. You must know that Yulu Peak is the territory of Lingqing. The palace looked very large that day, and it was not like the residence of ordinary disciples. After thinking about it, the master of the palace is not the second Candidates.

In my impression, Lingqing doesn't look like a monk who knows how to find a man, and I heard from Lion Cat that Lingqing has never formed a relationship with anyone so far, so who was the person he saw at the hot spring that day?Shen Baixing thought as he walked, could it be that some disciples were bold enough to steal the hot spring pool?

Shen Baixing wrote down this matter, and when he reveals his identity to Ling Qing, he must tell him about it.

The courtyard was empty, Ah Shui had already moved to Bai Chang's side, and Shan Yuan was nowhere to be seen.

Shen Baixing only thought that his apprentice was still practicing sword outside, and would come back later to cook for him.

However, when he woke up, the sun set and the birds returned to their nests, Shen Baixing didn't wait for Shan Yuan to come back.

Under the dim sky, Lingyun Mountain lights up like a star-like lamp, circling along the mountain road.The place where Lingyunzong is located is very large, and there are more black mountains that melt into the night.

In the corner of the mountains, Shan Yuan was getting up from the ground clutching the back of his neck.

He was called out of Heguang Hall during the day, but the nun who led the way never saw him.The two left the Hall of Heguang with their swords all the way, and Shan Yuan was wary of a sudden death when they were about to leave Lieyan Peak.He took the lead in attacking and placed Po Yan on the neck of the female cultivator. Unexpectedly, this person had an accomplice, but Shan Yuan was knocked unconscious from behind.

When he woke up, he was already here, and the sky was pitch black.Shan Yuan tried to use the sound transmission technique, but this place seemed to be strongly restricted by some kind of isolation spell, and the sound transmission technique could not be used.

The sharp blades separated the grass, and small animals such as pheasants and hares appeared in the forest from time to time.As Shan Yuan walked, he saw a lighted thatched cottage in the mountains.

Overjoyed in his heart, Shan Yuan strode over, and a piece of fairy grass with different flowers suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The leaves glowed faintly under the moonlight, which was really beautiful.

The faint fragrance floated in the air, and Shan Yuan couldn't help smelling it a few more times.

There was no one in the thatched hut at the moment, but the tables and chairs were neat, Shan Yuan sat on the stool and waited for someone to have a rest.

After waiting for a long time, no one came, Shan Yuan began to feel sleepy, but he was alone and in a completely unfamiliar place, Shan Yuan didn't dare to sleep casually.He planned to practice swords outside the thatched cottage to wake up his mind.

When he took the first step out of the door, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest, and the pain was very short.Shan Yuan supported the wooden shelf on which the herbs were dried, and when he recovered, he quickly opened his clothes to have a look.

But there was nothing on his chest, as if the pain just now was an illusion.

Since he couldn't find the problem, Shan Yuan didn't think about it anymore, and started practicing swords with all his heart.Xu Shi was so engrossed that when Shan Yuan stopped, he found many people in the forest holding lanterns and calling his name.Even in the night sky, there are monks searching down.

The light of the fire was getting closer and closer, and some people separated the grass and trees and came towards here.

Xixi Suosuo's voice became louder and louder, Shan Yuan stared at the movement, and a familiar figure appeared in his eyes.

Shan Yuan shouted in surprise: "Master!"

I saw that the person who came was Shen Baixing, he was carrying a lantern, and his hair was loosely tied with a ribbon.

"Master, why did you come in person?"

"I came here to find you specially for my teacher," Shen Baixing said, maybe it was because of the dim light, or maybe it was Shan Yuan's unclear mind. At this moment, Shen Baixing's face was very soft under the candlelight, and he stretched out his right hand to Shan Yuan.

Shan Yuan grabbed his master's hand, "Shall we go back now?"

"No", Shen Baixing carried the lantern and walked towards the thatched cottage, "I'm tired from walking for the teacher, I need to take a rest."

Shan Yuan was uncomfortable being pulled, so he took the initiative to let go of his hand, and was afraid that his master would be unhappy, after all, the other party wanted to hug him, and in his master's heart, it might be normal for him to hold his apprentice's hand.

"The disciple can go by himself."

"Okay", Shen Baixing also let go of his hand.

In the night wind, the scent of flowers mixed with the scent of medicine on Shen Baixing's body, forming a scent that made Shan Yuan feel comfortable and intoxicated.

He saw his master crying sleepy after taking a rest, he didn't even want to go back to the small courtyard immediately, he slowly pulled away the quilt that still smelled of sunshine in the room, took off his coat and lay down.

The master looked lazy, and said to Shan Yuan: "It's cold to sleep alone, come here to warm the bed."

Shan Yuan is struggling.

Master said again: "Why are you not moving? Are you going to disobey me?"

Master Shan Yuan Xindao was "ill" again, and a strange and complicated emotion emerged in his heart, driving his two legs to the bed.

A corner of the quilt was lifted, and Shan Yuan lay down with his clothes on.

Shen Baixing leaned over looking for a body temperature higher than his own. He grabbed the corner of his apprentice's clothes in a state of desperation, put his face on the other's shoulder, and ordered in a low voice: "Hold me."

"The disciple dare not."

"hug me."

Shan Yuan slowly turned his body sideways, and hugged Shen Bai Xingxuxu.

"It's cold for the teacher, hold on tight."

The author says:

Lingqing: "Brother, what kind of foam are you spraying all over your mouth?".

Wen Zhen: "No one rewards me with a starfish, the monk is angry!"