Immortal couple

Immortal cultivation is prevalent in the world, and there are many immortal sects, especially the Xianyue Mei family is the most powerful!

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In the 85th year of Shenqi, March 3th, just after Chenshi.

The Jiulong ladder at the foot of Xianyue Mountain is full of crowds, and the number of Sifang Taoist friends and guests coming one after another is unabated, and the Taoist boys at the entrance of the temple are too tired to respond.The number of people far exceeded the quota on the list, causing the mountain gate to be crowded.

There are many people down the mountain, and the mountain is also busy.

The disciples of Xianyue, with jade crowns and blue silk, and their clothes fluttering in the wind, are shuttled between the palace and the ceremony venue in an orderly manner, offering fruits, ritual vessels, and incense clouds. Yunyun is a piece of white gold-rimmed jade table, which is sacred and quiet under the halo of morning light.

There are not many such intense ceremonies in the entire Immortal Daoist Alliance. This is the exit ceremony of the head disciple of Xianyue——Mei Aoshuang.

Huayan Hall is also making intense preparations for this grand ceremony.

Compared with other disciples who are immeasurable, rigorous and solemn, Wu Chuzhu seems quite different among them...

This man is very short, wearing a Taoist robe like a young man with a weak crown, he is spitting hard on the white jade vase on the desk of the Immortal Palace, wiping the vase with a rag, the black eyeballs are engrossed in printing the pattern of the vase, look It can be seen that...he is very attentive.

A figure like a gust of wind flew into the hall, and it was only after his footsteps settled that he realized that his clothes were slightly different from those of most monks. The blue-brown overcoat with silver twigs and clouds showed a bit of extravagance.

The old man's face flushed red, the furrows and wrinkles on his forehead throbbed, and he slapped it down angrily.

"Wu Shiji, your skin is itchy again, aren't you?"

Wu Chuzhu touched the back of his head with an innocent face: "Master, why did you hit me again?"

"Who told you to wipe a vase with spit?"

Wu tried to think for a while, and said: "Master, you are wrong to blame the apprentice, I didn't wipe the vase with saliva."

The master wanted to jump a little bit, pointed to the liquid with a few small bubbles on the vase, and roared: "What is this? I saw it spit out of your mouth with my own eyes. Do you think I am old and blind?"

Wu tried to make a deep expression: "Master, this is not saliva, but my saliva!"

"!!!"

Master turned around and opened a small blue magic circle, took out a ruler from it, and swung it back and forth.

"Ah! Master, stop beating, it's not saliva, it's spittle, it's spittle... whatever you say it is... ah!!"

Wu Zhuzhu's screams broke the peace of Huayan Hall and even the entire Xianyue.

As the second master of the Xianyue Sect, Qin Dongming never felt at ease. He thought back then that he and the head of the school, Mei Yuefeng, were brothers of equal strength. Unsurprisingly, that person came back, and with great merit, he not only became the head of the sect, but also became the leader of the Immortal Dao. The gap is incomparable now.Since he is not destined to be the head of the sect, he puts his energy into cultivating the next generation of the head of the sect. When the apprentice becomes the head of the sect, it can be regarded as the realization of a great cause. Who knows that God will oppose him. Among the tens of thousands of newborn seeds, it is difficult. How sad it is to select a few good seedlings among the elites, but not as good as a direct disciple of Mei Yuefeng!

And the disciple in front of him, named Wu Shijiu, had lost his spiritual root halfway. It was fine if he lost his spiritual root.

Hearing Wu Tutu's cry of being beaten, other disciples passing by the gate of the palace covered their faces and laughed, and some of them deliberately laughed and joked a few words.

"Hey! Uncle Qin, Junior Brother Wu has made you unhappy again, don't get angry and hurt yourself."

"That's right, it's not worthwhile to argue with someone with a brain problem."

"Besides, what's the saliva, is there any reason to be angry?"

"Pfft!... Hahaha."

These monks are disciples of Xiaoqi Temple, because they like to receive powerful children there, so they are also heirs of the royal family with prominent status. Qin Dongming is not afraid of some powerful people. He is a young man who is too lazy to meet the younger generation. With a glance, they flicked their sleeves and put away the ruler without responding.

Those young monks, with triumphant expressions on their brows and eyes, knew that this old man would not do anything if they just taunted him casually. After all, they are the princes of the four major kingdoms of Nine Continents, and even their masters would be courteous. Not everyone would dare messed with.

Just when they were about to continue laughing, a bone-piercing wind blew slowly in the air, carrying a raging aura. This aura made these princes feel a familiar sense of fear, and they didn't even realize it. Shrunk by three points.

"Oh! What are the juniors in Xiaoqi Temple looking at? So happy." A young and hearty voice came down.

As the voice was conveyed, the figure of the master walked slowly to the front of the hall. This man's face was very clean. When he smiled, his eyes were crescent-shaped, his eyebrows were mild, and the dimple at the corner of his mouth was shallow. Smiling at such an angle, it seems a little uneasy, like a crescent-shaped cold knife sleeping in a quiet lake, and blood will flow into a river when touched.

As if facing a formidable enemy, several princes stood up straight at the same time, saluted respectfully, and said in unison: "Hello, Senior Brother Wuya!"

Qiu Wuya didn't return the salute, not only that, he also had no intention of saluting to his master Qin Dongming in front of him, he stepped into the threshold with one foot, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, he suddenly waved his hand, and a sword appeared in the air Light, shaved off the hair crowns of the people behind him.

Ding bells, the metal and the ground made a crisp sound of falling, and almost at the same time, the golden hair crowns of several people fell to the ground in two clean halves. shoulder.Those people were dumbfounded.

Qiu Wuya turned around with a smile for some reason: "Oh...why did your juniors lose their hair? Do you want me to re-tie your hair?"

If Wu Zhuji was a fool who was beaten with a smile, then Qiu Wuya was a madman who killed people with a smile, and he was a powerful madman.

The princes recovered from the shock, hugged their messy hair, and apologized while running away: "I'm sorry Senior Brother Wu Ya, we dare not."

Qiu Wuya smiled and waved goodbye to the people who were running and rolling on the ground: "Junior brothers, let's play again!"

"..."

After the princes ran away, Qiu Wuya turned his head and walked in front of Wu Shizhu, and patted his head. There was no emotion in his eyes.

Wu Zhuji's expression didn't change at all, instead he was peacefully enjoying the caress from the top of his head like a cat.

Qiu Wuya also ignored his defenselessness, he never treated this junior brother as an idiot in everyone's mouth, and asked with a smile: "Third junior brother, why are you being beaten again? Is it because the master is not good?"

!!!

A vein suddenly popped out of Qin Dongming's temple, but he would not do anything to Qiu Wuya, not even the slightest correction, he could bear it as much as he could, because Qiu Wuya was the only one under his sect who had the hope of competing for the head The person in the top position is also the second-ranked elite disciple in the entire Xianyue, his only arrogance, the only disciple who helped him save face in terms of strength.Strength determines treatment, must endure!

Wu Zhu tried to shake his head: "No, Second Senior Brother, I just spit, Master is not happy."

"Really?" Qiu Wuya bent his eyes again, slid his hand down from his head, and pinched Wu Shizhu's chin: "Junior brother, did I say... Be strong! You are too weak, and such a weak person can only What's the use of dying?"

Qiu Wuya's hand suddenly pinched Wu Shizhu hard enough to make his face flushed, and then he punched him. Wu Shizhu flew up and hit the pillars of the main hall, flying like a chicken, and fell heavily to the ground. , a mouthful of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Second senior brother...why are you so fickle?" Wu tried to question his dantian with difficulty.

Qiu Wuya raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Why did you say that?"

吴企图:“你既然调戏我，为什么又揍我？你的爱和恨非要同时进行吗？”

Qiu Wuya got up quickly, took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped his hands. The smile in the corner of his eyes seemed to have become dull, and he turned to Qin Dongming and said, "Master, I see that the third junior brother is full of spring, and should marry out of the pavilion. A few days ago when I was descending the flower demon, I passed by a place called Bachelor Village, there are quite a lot of strong men, the union of my disciples from the immortal sect and the peasants is also a great thing to get close to the world, what do you think?"

"!!..." Qin Dongming hung the word "forbearance" on his head, and there was nowhere to put his respected face.

Hearing this, Wu Jiji frowned unhappily, and slowly got up from the ground. "Sure enough...hehe..." He shook his head and sneered: "Second senior brother is a virtue, I knew... you will turn your back on Gao Laozhuang sooner or later!"

"Gao Laozhuang..." Qiu Wuya gritted the three words with his teeth, and then flew out with fists, all kinds of magic circles opened up, and all the utensils and desks in the hall were spared.

"what……"

Qin Dongming only felt that his headache was about to split, and the word Ninja hanging above his head was already falling apart. A pair of freaks born from nature, one violent by nature, the other aggressive by nature, can't be controlled at all.

Out of sight and out of mind, he looked at the sundial on the Xianyun Terrace outside, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled out the sword at his waist. The sword flew in a small circle in the air and quickly returned to the feet of the master. Stay, and run towards the Xianyang Palace in the north as if fleeing.

None of the two people in the hall intended to salute and send them off. The etiquette of this decent immortal cultivator was pitifully indifferent. It can be said that they didn't have this concept in their minds. One was stupid and didn't understand, and the other was arrogant.

Wu Gu tried to spit two mouthfuls of bloody saliva on the ground and wiped it with a rag. He was neither afraid of being sad because he had just been beaten violently, nor showed any expression of resentment. He didn't even feel that Qiu Wuya beside him was dangerous. He moved a few steps without anything, and sat down by the door several feet high of the main hall, looking at the lock and key Chenxiang Pavilion erected above the high waterfall in the distance, his eyes were a little empty.

Qiu Wuya glanced at him, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, he turned around and sat down on the Zen platform in the middle of the main hall, bent his eyes, and looked at Suo Key Chenxiang Pavilion. There is a ready violence in it.

In the past three years, there has been no one stronger than him in this vast mountain.

Except for the person who is about to leave...