What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

The feeling of having his tongue frozen was not pleasant, but after all, Shifang Sha was a great demon at the golden body stage, so he quickly mobilized his spiritual power to break through Yinrong's immature entanglement, and cursed: "You It's far worse than Xiangmei! There is a way to untie these Lao Shizi chains, and fight with me openly!"

Silver Velvet: "I don't understand."

Yinrong accepted humbly: "Compared with the demon king, I must be far behind, but since my Taoist companion said I can do it, let's practice more."

Shifang Sha barely died of anger, and then his tongue was frozen again.

The little disciples guarding outside the Monster Execution Hall couldn't bear to hear it. They heard the intermittent cursing and screaming inside, and couldn't help talking in a low voice:

"What kind of torture is this? It sounds like life is better than death."

"At first, I thought that a sinful monster like Shifang Sha was not sentenced to death. It was because our head Jing was young and soft-hearted. Now it seems that there is another deep meaning, and he left it to Mr. Hu to torture himself."

"It's too miserable, it's too miserable. The majestic general of the monster clan, who used to be the role of calling the wind and rain, has been reduced to the current state."

"That's his own fault. How many innocent monks and mortals has he hurt?"

"It makes sense! Mr. Hu, please continue to work hard!"

Ever since Yinrong moved back to the Taiwei Realm, she had to beat her every now and then, ah no, it was a sparring session with Shifangsha, and the rest of her free time was spent happily studying the method of double cultivation with Chengyang Muqiu, or tasting the scenery. Novelty snacks respected by Cen and others.

There are too many delicious foods recently.

The tastes of Taiweijing’s jurisdiction are generally sweet, and even the sauce of roast chicken needs to be added with sugar. Recently, the fresh dishes presented by the disciples and grandchildren of Muqiu in Chengyang are generally too spicy and salty——unexpectedly, they are all infinite. The flavor of the clan.

It turned out that after Fan Guhong was exposed in front of the monks all over the world that day, it aroused public outrage. He resigned from his post and ordered Wuliangzong to pay the price for their behavior of leading wolves into the house.

Of course, Taiweijing took the lead in this.

The so-called wall is overthrown by everyone, and Wuliangzong's mistakes and omissions over the years have been infinitely magnified, labeled as "inhumane and cruel", and asked them to cede resources and donate a large number of spiritual stones to compensate the entire cultivation world. Regardless of whether there is any enmity with Wuliangzong or not, everyone will attack him for the loss, and everyone wants to get a share from Wuliangzong.

Although Jing Cen is young, but with Chengyang Muqiu's big Buddha behind him, the other sects really can't compete for too small a realm.In just a few tens of days, Taiweijing took back the resources, jurisdictional management rights, and even surplus that Wuliangzong took from them during the robbery.

In addition, there are also many small sects who are unlucky with Wuliangzong, such as Xuanyingu, they are the number one dog legs of Wuliangzong, and they have done a lot of bullying and bullying under the protection of Wuliangzong. Revenge for injustice and revenge for injustice, Xuanyin Valley is in constant trouble every day.

Fan Guhong himself had a worse life.

As the chief culprit who had secretly communicated with the Yaozu, he took the blame and resigned as the head of the sect. After moving out of the Wuliangzong, he became a powerless and powerless casual cultivator.

The so-called great hermit lives in the city. With his many years in power, the wealth he saved could lead to a good life. However, some "righteous people" posted his portrait and deeds as notices, and posted them all over the streets and streets of the cultivation world. Lane, whenever Fan Guhong dared to show his face, someone would point at his spine and scold him.

He scolded him for his own self-interest, disregarding the safety of his own people, and instead formed an alliance with a villainous monster like Shifang Sha.

Scolding him as a man, he failed his lover and even his wife.

Even if Fan Guhong wanted to see one and kill another, he couldn't, there were too many people who scolded him, it seemed that only by hiding in the deep mountains and old forests could he temporarily avoid these verbal criticisms.

However, the Nanshan faction was unwilling to let him go, and Taiweijing was even more unwilling to let him go.

They kept an eye on his movements, no matter where Fan Guhong hid, soon there would be two groups of high-ranking monks coming to "challenge".There is an unwritten rule in the world of comprehension: fighting must be one-on-one, many-to-many.

But for such a villain with a lack of virtue, who will tell him "rules"?Everyone gathered together to attack him, just beat him up.

Yinrong was very tired today, and last night he practiced with the Shifang Brake. Although he froze the old wolf monster to the brink of death, he also consumed a lot of spiritual energy, so he fell asleep when he returned to the bedroom, and refused his family's request of Taoist companions to practice double cultivation.

As a result, when he got up in the morning, Chengyang Muqiu recovered the debt with interest.

When Xi He and Qi Shuang came to pay their respects, they had to mobilize their spiritual power to keep out the cold——Yuxu Peak was too cold, it was like an ice cellar, but their master and wife didn't feel cold at all. In this extremely cold temperature, Very easy.

"Senior Brother He, Master Mistress is really not afraid of the cold, look at his face, so rosy, it seems to be quite hot." Old boy Ji Qishuang sighed softly.

"It's not hot, don't talk nonsense in front of Master and Mistress." Xi He gave his third junior brother a loving look.

There is no way, under the leadership of their master, more than half of the peak masters in the entire Taiwei Realm focus on cultivation, and do not get distracted by unnecessary love affairs. Now the master has found a Taoist companion by himself, leaving them as a group of old people. unmarried man.

Although Xi He has never practiced it, but his mind is active, he can tell at a glance that Yinrong is not a "hotness", but the aftertaste after the affair.

Chengyang Muqiu: "Come in."

When the two of them heard the master speak, they quickly opened the bead curtain and walked into the inner room. Xi He didn't dare to look around, but stared at the floor cautiously, then they heard Chengyang Muqiu say again: "I didn't say that, my deity Now I am an idler, so I will spare you the morning and evening greetings."

Qi Shuang: "It's like this. Brother He and I took our disciples out to experience training. We passed by Hehuawu and heard that the old thief Fan Guhong fled nearby. These days, people from the Nanshan faction have caught him and beat him, making him angry. Fellow Taoists from all factions clapped their hands and applauded, we thought to ourselves, since we are here, we can’t lose face of Taiweijing, so we went to meet him, and then, uh, just..."

Chengyang Muqiu answered coldly: "Are you injured?"

Both of them heard the implication of "trash" and nodded embarrassingly.

At this time, Yinrong let out a "hiss" without warning, and Chengyang Muqiu, who had been stern just now, suddenly softened his tone, "Does it still hurt?"

Xi He's ears turned red all of a sudden, and he buried his head lower. Qi Shuang finally sensed that something was wrong, but he was a bit slow in reacting. Watery, like a tear, pitiful and cute.

The atmosphere in the room became inexplicably ambiguous.

Xi He didn't dare to stay any longer, and said in a loud voice: "That old thief is too powerful. Several disciples were injured, and the injuries were quite serious. I'm afraid ordinary wound medicine won't work..."

Chengyang Muqiu didn't talk nonsense with them, and promptly threw out several bottles of high-grade body pills. This kind of high-level wound medicine is not unavailable in the warehouse of Taiwei Realm, but because of the high price, if it is not for work. You need to make up the difference yourself.One is that they provoke Fan Guhong in the middle of their training, which is strictly speaking not official business, and the other is that the master has money.As soon as Xi He and Qi Shuang got together, they thought of Chengyang Muqiu to play the autumn wind.

The two took the wound medicine as they wished, and rolled away without stopping.

But as soon as they left the room, they were called back by Chengyang Muqiu, they didn't dare to enter the inner room, and listened to orders through the bead curtain.

Chengyang Muqiu: "How is Fan Guhong doing?"

Xi He: "Very bad! He spread out leaves and meditated in the wilderness forest. He didn't even have a decent futon. He was still wounded, like a bereaved dog."

Chengyang Muqiu sighed: "No matter how high a person's cultivation level is, he can't stop the endless wheel battle."

Qi Shuang: "Yes, two fists are no match for four hands."

Chengyang Muqiu shook his head: "Leaping over the next level to challenge is inherently difficult, not to mention that he is a rare supernatural power in the world, so the focus is not on the number of people."

Xi He: "What does Master mean?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "It lies in 'endless'."

The two of them didn't understand the deep meaning of the master, they looked at each other face to face, and heard their teacher's wife softly said: "Hey, the body elixir is cured, as if nothing happened, such a precious medicine, how can it be wasted?" ?”

Every time Chengyang Muqiu answered Yinrong's words, he could only bring a little smile, and it was rare for him to explain in a pleasant manner: "When you challenged Fan Guhong, you should have done so with great fanfare. Let's go around, disciples."

Xi He's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance! This disciple understands!"

Then he dragged Qi Shuang, who was still confused, and walked away. Leaving Yuxu Peak, Qi Shuang couldn't help asking: "Do you understand what?"

Xi He: "Didn't Master and Master's wife make it clear enough? The elixir of the body will be cured! Let's beat him up again. If we bring all the staff—even the poorest disciple with the worst cultivation Let's make an appearance together, what will fellow Taoists think?"

Qi Shuang: "...Fan Guhong is nothing more than that?"

Xi He: "That's right! Who wouldn't want to win against Fan Guhong? That's the former head of Wuliangzong. If you win him, you won't be famous?"

Qi Shuang suddenly realized: "Yes, everyone knows that Fan Guhong was chased and beaten by Taiweijing and Nanshan faction. Let's send out the signal that 'he is actually nothing more than that', then monks who want to use him to prove their strength will be like a crucian carp crossing the river, and Fan Guhong's life may be even more difficult. It’s really bad, but I like hehehe.”

Xi He also chuckled: "Master, he didn't give up too much. With his old man's strength, it was not difficult for Fan Guhong to end up, but he was allowed to be humiliated for so long, killing people."

Qi Shuang whispered to Xi He again, and asked gossipingly: "Senior Brother He, have you found out? I don't know if I read it wrong... When we went back for the second time, Master respected him, as if giving..."

Xi He covered Qi Shuang's mouth: "Master is thin-skinned, don't talk nonsense! We didn't see anything!"

Qi Shuang: "No no no!"

Yin Rong lay on the bed, moaning and chirping: "Go up a little bit, then a little bit to the left, hiss, yes, don't go down! My back hurts, where do you press?"

"Chengyang Muqiu! Stop!"

"..."

"Why do you use the words of the master and servant at this time?" The voice of the ancestor Chengyang was a little aggrieved.