The world's first fairy gate

Zhou Wenxuan looked thoughtfully, glanced at the rock wall above his head, and asked, "Brother, since Qiongqi has left the nest, is this spell still useful?"

"Naturally," Wei Jin said, "as long as the mantra is still there, the power of Fuxi's bones in Qiongqi's body will be suppressed, and Qiongqi only has a physical body and cannot use magic power."

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

Perhaps Wei Jin and the two had never seen the true appearance of the Fushen Curse, so they thought it looked like this, but Xie Qiuhan saw with his own eyes just now that the fireworks were set off indiscriminately, scraping away the curses all over the wall, and it became a piece of paper. What it looks like now.

...he is very guilty.

What is buried in that pile of books is probably not fireworks for playing, but a magic weapon for dispelling the spell.

But how could he drive this thing?

Xie Qiuhan seldom made excuses for himself, regardless of the reasons and incomprehensible joints, most of the broken spells in the cave were placed in front of him as a result——it was all because of his trespassing that this accidental mistake occurred , Ruined nearly half of the painstaking efforts of Xianzuo's three thousand days and nights.

This disaster is really too big...

Just as Xie Qiuhan was feeling guilty, Zhou Wenxuan said, "This curse can only subdue monsters, right? If there are people visiting the Valley of Spiritual Beasts at night, I'd like to ask my brother to take a look."

Wei Jin thought for a moment, felt that what he said was reasonable, and wanted to go.

Xie Qiuhan's heart tightened.

It was at this time that another group of uninvited guests ushered in the cave.

Those were the outer disciples who entered the Spirit Beast Valley with him. The leader wore a dark blue Taoist robe, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, thin eyelids, and a harsh and mean appearance.

Others called him: Master Meng.

The disciples of the outer sect followed behind Zhangjiao Meng, each with a shrunken expression, as if they had been caught for doing something wrong.

Headmaster Meng walked into the cave and saw two figures from a distance, and immediately shouted: "Who are they!"

That shout contained the true spirit of Daoism, and each word slammed into the cave like a boulder, shocking everyone present, and almost vomited blood due to their weak cultivation.

Zhou Wenxuan's chassis was unstable and shook a few times, Wei Jin quickly supported him and said, "Master, it's me."

Wei Jin is worthy of being the great disciple of Taixuan Palace, as soon as his voice came out, it was like an invisible spring breeze, wrapping his master's voice with softness over rigidity, and everyone unloaded their burdens, wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads in unison, and a mountain rose in their hearts Standing in awe.

Although everyone was watching, Xie Qiuhan hid his head and did not dare to show his tail, but Xie Qiuhan still put down a big stone in his heart, and his brows stretched.

It seemed that the communication talisman he burned was effective, the headmaster arrived, and the two disciples who were dragged into the lake were rescued.

Master Meng frowned and said, "Weijin, Zhou Wenxuan? Why are you two here?"

Wei Jin lowered his head and said: "Tell Master, this disciple heard that Qiongqi's Nest stores natural materials and earthly treasures, and was deceived by greed for a while, trespassing here without permission, Master please punish."

What he said was to protect Zhou Wenxuan.

Zhou Wenxuan didn't appreciate it, and when he saw the head teacher, he didn't look at it at all. He flicked his sleeves and said, "I want to take the Youshenglian, and ask the senior brother to protect the law. If the head teacher wants to punish, he must punish the right person."

How could Headmaster Meng not know the character of his disciples? He looked at these two people coldly and said, "Youshenglian? Who do you want to heal?"

Zhou Wenxuan put his hands behind his back and sneered: "Isn't the head teacher knowingly asking? You went forward to slander my father, slander Rui Ming, and force him to serve Sanbuqing, and the head teacher forgot?"

Wei Jin suddenly raised his head, he only thought that Rui Ming took the pill by mistake, but he didn't know what was going on inside.

Headmaster Meng's face was gloomy, but he didn't get angry, he just said coldly: "Wen Xuan, you are young and ignorant, and you speak freely, I don't care about you."

Zhou Wenxuan only regarded him as a sophistry, in short, since Youshenglian was in his hands, he stopped arguing with words, so as not to anger him.

Wei Jin asked in disbelief, "Master? It's really you!?"

Zhangjiao Meng glanced at him with the end of his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and told the truth to the disciple he had raised by hand: "It's not."

The two insisted on their own words, Wei Jin stood aside blankly, with thousands of thoughts running through her mind, struggling endlessly, not knowing who to believe.

Zhangjiao Meng didn't want to reveal the private affairs of Taixuan Palace in front of many outer disciples, so he flicked his sleeves and asked, "You said Xie Qiuhan is here? Where are the others?"

Xie Qiuhan was suddenly tapped, his heart shivered, and his ears pricked up.

A disciple stepped forward, bowing his hands, and said respectfully: "He said he was going to come to Qiongqi's Nest to fetch the fairy grass, so it must be..." The disciple looked around, but he didn't see anyone else, so he scratched his head, "Obviously I saw a celestial horse flying him here gone, or gone?"

"gone?"

Zhangjiao Meng scanned the cave with his meticulous eyes, taking in all the messy treasures and mottled spells that were blown up.

He turned his head back in an unclear way: "Tell me, he is a little disciple, why did he come here to get the fairy grass so desperately?"

"Uh..." The outer disciple was at a loss for words, didn't everyone come here for the rare treasures?What else?

At this time, another person stepped forward and said: "Report to the head teacher, the disciple may know."

Headmaster Meng looked him up and down, "Oh?"

"In Xia Yuanfeng, I happen to live in the adjacent wing with Xie Qiuhan, so I know a thing or two."

Yuan Feng walked out from the disciples and walked in front of Zhangjiao Meng with a generous posture. Compared with the previous disciple, he showed a little difference, which made Zhangjiao Meng look at him a few more times.

Yuan Feng mixed the truth with falsehood: "I know that Xie Qiuhan has raised a painting spirit. This time he deceived all of our disciples to come to the Spirit Beast Valley together. He must have picked celestial grass for the painting spirit to help him transform into form."

Zhangjiao Meng raised his eyebrows slightly, his face was really surprised, "Hua Ling?"

"That's right, although this disciple has lived next to him for five years, he has always been alone and kept the matter hidden until the night before, when the disciple got up to take a nap in the middle of the night, and happened to see him drinking in the bamboo forest with the painting spirit." , Fang knew about it.”

Teacher Meng was very interested and asked, "How would you describe the painting spirit?"

Yuan Feng paused, recalling the startling glimpse the night before, the man leaning against the bamboo, with black hair like a waterfall, icy skin and snowy face, a red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, like a red lotus blooming in the white snow all over the sky.

He was supposed to describe the characteristics of the painting spirit for identification, but when the words came to his mouth, there was only something inexplicable left: "Beautiful, unparalleled in the world."

Everyone was stunned.

In the serious questioning, such a description unexpectedly appeared.

The disciples present had different expressions, and looking at each other, they couldn't help thinking: Xie Qiuhan actually kept a beautiful painting spirit in the room, and he looked so serious, so he knew how to play.

Headmaster Meng was stunned for a few seconds, and as if he had heard a big joke, he raised his head and laughed loudly.

Everyone present was at a loss.

After laughing enough, Headmaster Meng pointed to Yuanfeng who was restless, and said meaningfully: "You are quite courageous, little disciple."

No one knows what this "boldness" means.

Xie Qiuhan was hiding in the dark, with his brows tightly furrowed, watching helplessly that he was completely sold out by his fellow disciples. It was clear that Yuanfeng lobbied all kinds of disciples to come here, but at this moment, black and white were turned upside down. All of them were pushed onto Xie Qiuhan's head.

Xie Qiuhan knew this person's nature and had no expectations, so it was not surprising.

He subconsciously clenched the painting scroll tightly, still feeling a little uneasy in his heart—why did Zhangjiao Meng mobilize people to find him, a little foreign disciple?

In a room, there are all the teachers and brothers of the same school, but each has his own schemes, and the waves are treacherous. Xie Qiuhan was kept in the dark and couldn't see through the thoughts of these people, but he had a keen intuition like a small animal, knowing that he was the only one here. It's bad luck to be alone.

... After studying for several years, in such a big Zixiao Tiangong, he unexpectedly only has Yunfang, a person who can know and depend on each other and trust him completely.

"Palm... Zhangjiao," at this time a young disciple with slender eyebrows and long eyes weakly stood up, and called out "Papamaster" in a trembling voice that was softer than a mosquito.

Headmaster Meng and other disciples all looked at him.

He was suddenly overwhelmed, so nervous that he almost peed.

"Zhang, Zhangjiao, all senior brothers, since, since Senior Xie is not here, shall we go first..."

After going there for a long time, everyone became impatient and didn't understand when this person suffered from the annoying terminal disease of stuttering.

The stuttering disciple closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "...Go and rescue Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Brother Yu who fell into the water!"

It turned out that they hadn't rescued the person yet, and still let the two of them sink to the bottom of the water without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

When Xie Qiuhan heard this, he really didn't like it.

He snatched the messenger talisman from the disciple and sent the message out by force, but this was the result he got.

Master Meng smiled inexplicably when he heard his disciple's words, "Young disciple, you are looking for your own death, why do you want to save it? Besides, who told you, thank you brother, you are not here..."

"—here!"

After the words fell, his figure faltered, and he appeared in front of Xie Qiuhan at the same time!

The middle-aged man's eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and his horizontal palm was about to pinch Xie Qiuhan's neck.

Keng——

There was a long sound of metal and stone colliding. It was Xie Qiuhan who took out his sword to block in a hurry.

Xie Qiuhan stepped back quickly, turned over and jumped to grab another rock.

But Zhangjiao Meng stood with his hands behind his back, stepped on the void, and stretched out a finger—a beam of invisible true energy came through the air, hitting Xie Qiuhan's back directly.

Xie Qiuhan arched his back in the air, narrowly dodging a catastrophe, but just as he dodged one, the true energy followed like a shadow, and hit him head-on with thousands of phantoms!

There was no way he could avoid it, he hit the extremely hard rock wall with a bang, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fell down from a height of three feet without a pause!

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Xiao Qiuhan still has a lonely adventure for one or two chapters