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At that moment, Lu Xiaochan's heart seemed to be grabbed, torn apart, as if her soul was about to be torn apart.

"Little Chan, why are you crying?"

Shu Wucha's knuckles scraped Lu Xiaochan's cheek, and her eyebrows frowned.

"I... I was just thinking, when Zhenjun Lingyuan died... I must really want to see Jianzong again."

Shu Wucha took Lu Xiaochan into his arms and patted him on the back.

Mo Qianqiu sighed: "So what if you have cultivated for thousands of years. For the two immortal saints, it is not as good as the decades of 'I wish to have one heart and one mind, and never leave each other'."

"So, under this abyss is the demon capital of the evil gods and chaos?"

Lu Xiaochan narrowed her eyes, no wonder she could see the faint evil spirit.

It's just that the evil spirit is too deep, probably tens of thousands of miles away, otherwise with Lu Xiaochan's sharp eyes, she wouldn't see it so unreal.

"Yes. The first Yangcang Sword Sect sealed it just to prevent the evil spirits from coming out. The later Xiyuan Sword Sect built the Chongluan Palace on this cliff just to guard The entrance to this magic city."

"I see." Lu Xiaochan nodded.

It seems that Xiyuan is a fortress to defend against the evils of the Demon City.

"Come on, we're going in."

Mo Qianqiu raised a slight smile, and led his disciple Yu Jian into the room.

The entrance of Chongluan Palace is a void, and only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can pass through this void to enter.

Lu Xiaochan was worried that her cultivation was not enough, but she didn't expect to pass through it easily.

Mo Qianqiu only brought six disciples, including Lu Xiaochan and Shu Wucha, and they all passed through the door successfully.

There are rock walls everywhere in Chongluan Palace, and there is a trickle flowing down along the rock walls, which is the Xiyuan water vein.

The palace seems to gather the aura of the entire Xiyuan, and even the water mist has a thin layer of aura.

Between the water and the light, you can also see countless butterflies dancing, that scene is really clever and wonderful.

"What are these butterflies?"

Lu Xiaochan stretched out her finger, and a small butterfly landed on Lu Xiaochan's fingertip.

They have no entity, but are formed by the condensation of aura.

"Little bumpkin, this is the remnants of the sword intent of Xiyuan's past sword sects." Mo Qianqiu replied with a smile.

"Ah?" Lu Xiaochan tugged at Shu Wuxia's sleeve, and whispered, "Why Wuwujingtian's previous sword sects have such a large sea of ​​Wuwu swords. Xiyuan's is Lingdie? "

"Because Wujingtian's first sword sect has ten thousand years of cultivation, the sword intent is so powerful that it cannot be condensed."

"Oh……"

Lu Xiaochan secretly figured out, from this point of view, all sects in the world were established after Wujing days.

Only Tailing Pavilion, like Wujingtian, originated from the prehistoric times.

Lu Xiaochan is still a little proud of his seniority in the sect.

"What are you proud of? You are just the disciple and grandson of Zhenjun Lingyuan, not his true self." Mo Qianqiu could see Lu Xiaochan's thoughts at a glance.

"Tch, you are envious of me."

"Hehe." Mo Qianqiu was too lazy to talk to him.

At this time, the female sect leader who had mocked Mo Qianqiu also passed through the void gate of Chongluan Palace. When she turned around, she found that there was no disciple left by her side.

Mo Qianqiu walked past her with a smile: "Master Yu, what a blessing."

"What luck?" Headmaster Yu turned around and looked at Mo Qianqiu with raised eyebrows.

"None of your disciples can pass through the gate of Chongluan Palace, so you don't have to worry about being seduced by me, and you can practice spiritually with me."

That Sect Leader Yu's expression was extremely ugly.

"Hall Master Qianqiu, you should worry more about yourself! Xiyuan doesn't welcome you! If Lord Chunning sees you, I'm afraid he'll pull you out!"

Lu Xiaochan looked at her aura and knew that she was very angry.

But who is this Jun Ning?

"Hahaha, if Mr. Chunning's little rascal comes, I will treat him lightly, so as not to be called a prodigal or a prodigal son for more than a thousand years, which is not worthy of the name."

Mo Qianqiu smiled, obviously very unprincipled, but also very seductive, making it impossible to hate.

Master Yu's face turned red instantly: "You..."

"Or is Sect Leader Yu serious, but still remembers me?" Mo Qianqiu took a step forward.

"Get out!" Headmaster Yu knocked Mo Qianqiu away and strode away.

It seems that Jun Ning is also Xiyuan's female disciple, and he once had a "sentimental" past with Mo Qianqiu!

Lu Xiaochan looked at Mo Qianqiu maliciously.

Mo Qianqiu was about to hit Lu Xiaochan's head with the hilt of his sword, but Shu Wuxia, who had been silent all this time, raised his hand to block Lu Xiaochan's head, supporting Mo Qianqiu's sword hilt.

Lu Xiaochan became proud, and deliberately raised her head, touching the back of Shu Wuxia's hand.

"Lu Xiaochan, don't be complacent. Among the many fairy sects, who is the most daring, who else is better than you? The idea is going to heaven."

"Let's make a deal, hee hee." Lu Xiaochan asked again, "Is Jun Ning good-looking?"

"It's not good-looking. Have you ever heard a saying? Ugly people do more tricks."

"Oh, if you don't like her, it means she's not going to follow you..." Lu Xiaochan thought about the scripts she had heard before, and began to make up her own story, "On the other hand, you are rude to her! She It's Xiyuan Jingtian's disciple, and she's also a woman, everyone believes in her, but not you! Right?"

Mo Qianqiu looked at him, even putting away his smile bit by bit.

Lu Xiaochan suddenly realized that maybe she was right.

"What...you said it too, ugly people do things more often..."

"If people all over the world say that I, Mo Qianqiu... have a wicked mind and are a disgrace to a well-known family, what should I do?"

Lu Xiaochan looked at him, and then at Shu Wucha next to him.

"I don't know what to do..." Lu Xiaochan spread her hands.

Mo Qianqiu smiled and lowered his eyes.

"Anyway, the 'people in the world' you mentioned definitely doesn't include me. Of course I don't know what you should do. But I know what I should do."

"Oh? What should you do?"

"I beat those who bullied you to their knees and begged for mercy!"

Mo Qianqiu turned his face and smiled: "This Xiyuan, everyone doesn't think I'm a good person. Can you defeat them all?"

Lu Xiaochan giggled again: "I can't beat Brother Wuxia! They bully you with their numbers and power! Then we will bully you with our strength and hold Brother Wuxia's thigh tightly! "

Mo Qianqiu looked at Shu Wucha, then at Lu Xiaochan, and sighed.

"It's boring!"

Lu Xiaochan saw that Mo Qianqiu had returned to his usual unrestrained and comfortable appearance, and let out a soft breath.

"The palace gate of Chongluan Palace is really interesting." Lu Xiaochan said with a smile, "The heads of each faction will definitely bring their most elite disciples to come.

After everyone sits down, they can compare each other to see who has the most disciples behind them.The more, the stronger the strength of the sect. "

Mo Qianqiu turned around and smiled: "That's right!"

Lu Xiaochan said again: "I looked, and you brought in the most people. Are you proud now?"

"Yes. I like this kind of feeling. They are jealous of me, but they can't beat me."

"Stop talking, I want to hit you already."

A group of people from the Qianqiu Palace walked forward, and the palace road surrounded by stone walls was about to come to an end, and there was a sudden enlightenment in front of them.

Standing at the end to meet him was none other than Master Faning, the younger brother of the Xiyuan Sword Sect.

Fanning looks like a middle-aged man in his 40s with a modest and elegant face.

Although he is the younger brother of Mofu, he is far from talented. He only lit up the Danyuan when he was in his 20s, and he reached the state of "entering power" at the age of 42. His cultivation base of more than 600 years is not as good as his three nephew.

This is also the reason why his master uncle couldn't hold a sword while he was in seclusion.

However, his qualifications are still there, coupled with his style of never offending others, all sects still respect him very much.

"Hall Master Qianqiu is here, welcome." Zhenjun Fanning glanced behind Mo Qianqiu, and smiled meaningfully, "He still doesn't care about fame and fortune like the Lord Qianqiu, but instead has no intention of planting willows and willows to make shade. "

"Master Fanning laughed at you. In terms of cultivation, it is true that the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual. A twisted melon is not sweet."

Lu Xiaochan could not hear what they were talking about.

"Yes." Fanning Zhenjun nodded and said, "All factions want to cultivate rookies. In order to enrich their strength, they even don't hesitate to pull out seedlings to encourage them. But they don't know that all things are born in nature. Forcing instead breeds obsession, making the disciples under the sect Cultivation is limited."

Hearing this, Lu Xiaochan understood.

The other heads always force the disciples in the sect to improve, but the cultivation base that is forced out is nothing compared to the cultivation base that goes with the flow.

Mo Qianqiu's attitude of "You love to cultivate but not to cultivate, and if you don't cultivate to pull down", instead makes the disciples of Qianqiu Temple grow wildly like wild grass in the mountains and forests, much tougher than the carefully cultivated saplings of other sects.

After entering the Chongluan Palace, it was a big banquet to welcome the guests who came to watch the battle.

Mo Qianqiu's seat was far away from the main seat.

"It seems that Xiyuan really doesn't like you." Lu Xiaochan asked, leaning her head.

Mo Qianqiu said indifferently: "Qianqiu Hall is the sword gate under the East Ruins, and you will not be welcomed anywhere."

That's right, the sword sect of the East Ruins was invaded by evil gods and fell into the evil way, which is the shame of the East Ruins.

"Furthermore, Zhenjun Chunning is the junior sister of Xiyuan Sword Sect's Yanfu." Mo Qianqiu added.

Lu Xiaochan almost choked on herself.

The junior sister of Xiyuan Sword Sect, you don't even want to stick to you?No wonder Xiyuan doesn't want to see you anymore!

At this time, there was a light bell, and then the bells from all directions rang, one after another, forming an endless piece of music.

"A distinguished guest is here. You probably know them all." Mo Qianqiu said in a low voice.

Lu Xiaochan saw a woman in white, approaching gracefully.She has a pure aura all over her body, with a slender figure, and every step has a light echo.The appearance is exactly the same as Lianyue Yuanjun.

All the guests stood up and saluted her.

Behind her, followed by Ye Linshuang.

"So she is the sword sect of Nanli Jingtian—Miaochen Yuanjun?" Lu Xiaochan sighed.

She is indeed the most beautiful woman Lu Xiaochan has ever seen.

This kind of beauty is not because of her elegant facial features, but because of her feeling, like the evening mist in the sky, warm but far away.

Ye Linshuang, who was following behind Miaochen Yuanjun, said in a low voice, "Master, that one is here too."

Miaochen Yuanjun looked towards the end of the banquet, and even lowered his body and bowed humbly.

Everyone sighed that Mr. Miao Chen was so humble, and how polite he was to his affiliated sects, and they all bowed their heads to salute him.

Only Shu Wuxia stood still, but bowed his head slightly.

Lu Xiaochan naturally noticed that Miaochen Yuanjun's bow was to Shu Wuxia.

After all, Shu Wucha is still the senior of Miaochen Yuanjun in terms of seniority.

Next to the table was Kun Wu from Tailing Pavilion.

There are not many disciples around Kunwu, only Ziqiao is with him.It's not because there are few disciples in the Tailing Pavilion who can pass through the palace gate, but Kunwu thinks it's meaningless to show off in this respect.

Lu Xiaochan also sat down on his knees. There were some meals in front of him. The style was not rich and fancy, but it was very delicate when you looked closely.And it is exactly the amount of food for two people, no more, no less, no waste.

Shu Wucha was sitting beside him, under the table, his hand clasped Lu Xiaochan's.

Lu Xiaochan knew that ever since Suo Xianling was stolen by Lianyue Yuanjun, Shu Wucha had been very worried about losing Lu Xiaochan.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lu Xiaochan felt as if someone was watching her.

He turned sideways, looked through many guests, and finally found the person who was looking at him.

It was Ling Nianwu, the owner of Zhiwu Villa.

Among the many heads, he is the most elegant and handsome one.

Lu Xiaochan remembered that day when she fell from the roof of the teahouse and fell into his arms.

Ling Nianwu should be an old acquaintance when he was still Mr. Li Che, but it's a pity that he doesn't remember the past between them.

Moreover, the status of Zhiwu Villa is not low, and Ling Nianwu's seat is next to Kunwu.

Kun Wu also raised his glass to Ling Nianwu, it seems that the two are very familiar.

Lu Xiaochan hurriedly lowered her head, afraid that Kunwu would recognize him.

He came to Chongluan Palace, and based on what Kunwu knew about him, he could definitely guess that he was not here to join in the fun.If he knew that he was here to pick up the tree heart of "Di Ting", he would probably die of anger immediately.

At this time, everyone stood up again, and it was the host who was about to take the seat.

It was the three entrant disciples of Mofu.

Their seats are below the main seat, although they are in the center, facing the guests from all sides, but they are still lower than Miaochen Yuanjun's seats.

It seems that they still respect Miaochen Yuanjun, the Nanli Sword Sect, very much.

After exchanging greetings, the general idea is to thank the guests from all directions, no matter who is Xiyuan's sword holder, I hope that all sects will help each other, and so on.

Lu Xiaochan just wanted them to finish talking quickly, he was hungry and wanted to eat!

Shu Wucha next to him picked up a fresh fruit, squeezed it lightly with his fingers, and the outer shell split open without making any sound, and handed it to Lu Xiaochan's mouth.

Lu Xiaochan was overjoyed, it was most convenient to have brother Wuxia by her side!

Ah Wu took a bite, and by the way, pushed Shu Wuxi's fingertips maliciously.

This fruit is really sweet!

Shu Wuxia seemed to like feeding Lu Xiaochan very much, and stuffed the fruit into Lu Xiaochan's mouth, but Lu Xiaochan held Shu Wuxia in his mouth but did not let go.

Lu Xiaochan gave him a strange look, and Shu Wucha pushed the fruit into his mouth again.

Lu Xiaochan is not happy anymore, if you don't let go, how can I eat it!

But Shu Wuxia just didn't let go, and pushed inside again.

Seeing his concentration, Lu Xiaochan suddenly understood, and quickly touched Shu Wuxi's fingertips with the tip of her tongue, and the guy let go.

Seeing that Shu Wuxia was about to squeeze the fruit again, Lu Xiaochan quickly grabbed his hand.

If you continue to feed like this, everyone will see it!

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the three disciples who were lying in ambush.

Although it was only a few words, Lu Xiaochan could still feel that the three brothers were not in harmony, and their words were running against each other.

Master Fanning explained to everyone present the rules for selecting Xiyuan to hold the sword.

Two wins in three rounds, a sword battle.

If you are interested in the position of holding the sword in the sword gate in Xiyuan, you can also go to Xiantai to challenge.

For other sword sects, after receiving the battle invitation, they can also fight it out on Wenxiantai under the witness of all the immortal sects.

Lu Xiaochan propped her chin, and couldn't help asking: "Obviously Xiyuan chose to wield the sword, why should other sects' sparring be mixed in?"

Lu Xiaochan knew that Shu Wuchai definitely didn't understand these rules, and he didn't bother to understand them, so he flicked the fruit core he had eaten, and hit Mo Qianqiu impartially on the back of the neck.

Mo Qianqiu used secret voice to whisper in Lu Xiaochan's ear, "Are you thick-skinned?"

Lu Xiaochan looked around, and found that the other disciples in Qianqiu Hall did not respond, as if he was the only one who heard it.

This secret technique is really interesting!

He squinted his eyes and watched Mo Qianqiu's method of spiritual energy movement carefully, followed it in a manner, and said to Mo Qianqiu with the secret sound technique: "Since you are my head, why don't you preach and teach? "

Mo Qianqiu picked up the tea and took a sip.

"There are many fairy sects in the world, and there have always been rifts between them over the years. Small matters are not worth mentioning, but when encountering major matters, if they have been pending, or if someone feels that the solution is unfair, they can discuss it in public. Under the witness of everyone, the contest is settled. Since everyone is watching, the winner or loser is determined, and there can be no more endless fights in private."

"So, ask Xiantai is the place where the disputes between the immortal sects have settled?"

"By the way, it can be understood that way."

After Zhenjun Faning finished talking about the rules of tomorrow's battle in Sendai, his three nephews held on to the wine glasses and came down to toast one by one, thanking the distinguished guests for coming from afar.

Lu Xiaochan observed carefully and found that when they toasted Miaochen Yuanjun, they had the most respectful attitude and the least words.

After all, Miaochen Yuanjun is the one with the highest level of cultivation on the surface, and the highest level of xinxing cultivation, and his expression is like an old monk in meditation, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

All she needed to do was nod her head and take a sip of wine, the three of them didn't even dare to persuade her to take another sip.

When they toasted Kunwu, they obviously talked a lot more.

Judging by Kun Wu's smiling face, it is estimated that he hoped to get Tailing Pavilion's support.Kunwu was always afraid of trouble, he must have had a hard time eating this kind of clique banquet, but he had to come again.

Then there was Ling Nianwu.

Needless to say, of all the people present, apart from Mr. Miaochen Yuanjun, Ling Nianwu was the most personable, and the way he held the wine glass was also pleasing to the eye.

Ling Nianwu probably knew that Lu Xiaochan was looking at him, so he turned his face slightly, and curled his lips in Lu Xiaochan's direction.

What a beautiful smile.

Unfortunately, I already have Brother Wuxia!

Shu Wucha, who was sitting on the other side of Lu Xiaochan, stretched out his hand, just covering his eyes, and turned him towards him.

Lu Xiaochan giggled, raised her wine glass and toasted Shu Wuxia.

The nearby heads would greet each other more or less and chat for a while.

But Mo Qianqiu was different. From the beginning to the end, he always looked lazy, leaning sideways, propping his chin with one hand, squinting his eyes and drinking at random.

Sitting opposite him happened to be the head of the Muyang Sect, and behind the head was a female disciple.

The female disciple looked at Mo Qianqiu's half-drunk appearance, and blushed for some reason.

Among the many heads, only Mo Qianqiu is the least formal.

But such a bohemian tone is most likely to seduce the souls of those serious female disciples of the fairy sect.

Just as he was speaking, Zhenjun Fanning had led those three people to Mo Qianqiu.

Both Shen Jiejun and Qingweijun obviously didn't pay attention to Mo Qianqiu, they toasted a glass of wine casually, and then turned around.

Mo Qianqiu didn't pay attention to their attitude, and didn't even bother to raise his wine glass.

However, Mr. Zhaolan's attitude was different from that of his two senior brothers, he raised his wine glass quite solemnly.

Mo Qianqiu still looked like he had no bones, he casually picked up the wine glass and touched the other party, and then drank it down.

Mr. Zhaolan said: "Hallmaster Qianqiu came to watch the battle, which made me nervous."

"Mr. Zhaolan, why are you nervous? From the perspective of the cultivation of the three of you brothers and sisters, Mr. Zhaolan is the most likely to win the position of holding the sword."

Mr. Zhaolan nodded and smiled: "Master, can I sit in the position of holding the sword? Apart from cultivation, I still need the love and support of everyone present. Otherwise, the name of holding the sword will be in vain, and no one will believe it. What's the use?"

Mo Qianqiu didn't answer, but just smiled.

Mr. Zhaolan said again: "Hall Master Qianqiu is free and easy by nature, so he should not be interested in any sword fights. I am curious, what is the reason why the Hall Master came to Xiyuan?"

Mo Qianqiu raised his chin and smiled a little: "Naturally—revenge for revenge, and retribution for injustice. In the eyes of everyone, I want to make my enemy feel ashamed and have nothing to say."

Mr. Zhaolan looked like this before, but Lu Xiaochan felt that this person already knew very clearly about Mo Qianqiu's intention for coming.

"Then I hope that the Lord Qianqiu can get what he wants."

After Mr. Zhaolan left, Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but spoke again: "Mr. Zhaolan looks kind, speaks slowly, and doesn't have the feeling that his two senior brothers' eyes are over the top-but why am I still talking?" Feel weird?"

"Because others look down on me, Mo Qianqiu, he just came to talk to me, just in response to the sentence, a weasel pays a New Year greeting to a chicken, uneasy and kind."

Lu Xiaochan covered her mouth and smiled.

"So you're a chick, so let me make the weasel! Don't let the fat and water flow to outsiders' fields!"

However, Mo Qianqiu raised the corners of his lips: "You still want to be a weasel with your flamboyant guts. I'm afraid your hair will be gone before you raise your tail."

Lu Xiaochan glanced at Shu Wuxia, he looked peaceful, but Lu Xiaochan faintly felt that he was a little dissatisfied with his desire to be a weasel.