The world's first fairy gate

It's hard to say what kind of expression he has on his face, there is some annoyance and some worry, but there is no anxiety like wanting to fly out immediately.

Yun Fang frowned for a while, looked down at himself, and stretched out his hand to gesture for a while.

Qiongqi tilted his head: "What are you doing?"

Yun Fang murmured, "I was thinking how many of my old bones can be broken for you to toss..."

At this time, there was a sound of drumming in the distance, clouds and mist swirled, and the gates of the Tiangong were pushed open one by one from the inside out. The disciples lined up respectfully in two rows, waiting for the big names to come out.

All the Taoist priests looked terrified, hurriedly tidied up their heads and faces, packed their luggage, and greeted them together.

Yunfang and Qiongqi were caught between these people, and Qiongqi asked, "Can I still find Xiao Qiuhan?"

"No, he's fine."

Qiongqi was taken aback, and chased after him, "What?"

Yun Fang looked back at him, and said sinisterly: "It's not helpful to have Qingqiu Fox here, so I'm fine for now. As for you, hide Qingqiu Fox from me, and prepare the spices yourself and wait for the hot pot."

Qiongqi: "?" Why did you suddenly eat a fox?

If Yunfang knew that it didn't understand his threat, but was thinking about eating it, he would definitely demonstrate it to it on the spot.

When Qiongqi was about to ask again, Yunfang had already strode out.

Crowds were crowded, all the monks, disciples of Zixiao Mountain, and even all the officials of the imperial court were waiting in one place.

Looking around, except for people or people, the foreign monks set up their own territory, neatly lined up according to their sects, and were placed at the outermost edge of the crowd; those who came from the court were all important ministers, one in python robes, the other in flying fish suits, standing at the bottom of the road On both sides; there are Zixiao Mountain inner disciples, all of them are wearing white robes in Jiugong, but the details of the skirts and the accessories on the waist are different. They are listed on the stone steps under Tiangong from top to bottom.

Not only the crowds on the ground have been screened and arranged layer by layer, but Zixiao Mountain has not let go of the flying things in the sky. A dark golden net rises from the sky, covering the entire venue, and not even a mosquito can fly in. .

——Unless you are holding a token of the palace lord.

Yun Fang raised his head as if feeling something.

In the clear sky, people had a sharp glimpse of a young white-robed disciple passing through with a sword, holding a dying person in his hand, and pierced into the net like a sharp arrow, and then fell into the inner wall of the Tiangong.

That disciple is Wei Jin.

After all, it was the friendship between master and apprentice for many years, he couldn't just watch Master Meng die, so he hurriedly took him to the Heavenly Palace, looking for the real person of Xinglin Temple to heal him.

Wei Jin caught a few young disciples and asked Xinglin Guanjinlin the residence of Master Xinglin, then ran over without looking back.

It was the side hall, and two Taoist boys stood outside the door, and they stopped him with their swords.

Wei Jin was in a panic, took a few breaths, and then said: "I am Wei Jin, the chief disciple of Taixuan Palace. My master is seriously injured. I came here specially to ask Master Jin Lin to heal me. Please pass it on for me."

Daotong didn't give face at all, he turned a blind eye to Master Meng, who was cold in his hand, and said forcefully: "The real man is entertaining guests, so it's inconvenient to see guests."

The so-called Jiugong and Baguan, only Jiugong feels that he belongs to Zixiao Mountain. The palace is located on the main peak of Zixiao Mountain, and the Zixiao Tiangong in the middle is dotted with dots; and the Baguan don’t regard themselves as their own at all. A mountain top that does not communicate with the Heavenly Palace on weekdays.

It doesn't matter what this palace or that palace is, if you don't see it, you don't see it.

Wei Jin was really furious: "How dare you wait!"

In a fit of rage, he turned Qi into a sword, and broke the swords in the hands of the two Taoist boys with a clang.

Dao Tong couldn't stop him and let him force his way in.

In this hall, cigarettes are curling up, the bronze incense burner is placed in the middle, two monks are playing chess against each other, and the tea is still warm.

Wei Jin rushed in, and immediately saw Jin Lin, an old man with a white beard, his face was wrinkled like the wind and rain that had been hidden for 800 years. In, even more wrinkled face.

"Who trespassed! Don't retreat quickly!"

Wei Jin said: "I am Wei Jin, a disciple of Taixuan Palace. My teacher, Meng Xianwu, is the head teacher of Taixuan Palace. My master is seriously injured, so please help Master Jinlin!"

When Jin Lin heard that it was Taixuan Palace, he was slightly taken aback.

Wei Jin hurriedly sent the man over, asking the real person to feel his pulse.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cultivator with his back turned to him.

This man kept his head slightly lowered, sipping tea in silence, so Wei Jin couldn't see clearly because of his anxiety.

He noticed Wei Jin's gaze, raised his eyelids, and glanced at him.

The ends of the eyes are raised horizontally, as if thousands of mountains, rivers and seas of clouds are hidden in the pupils, but only a corner of the inner brilliance is revealed.

That one glance captured Weijin.

The man stood up and said, "Meng Xianwu is dead?"

Wei Jin was terrified, and reluctantly kept his composure, and said respectfully, "See Xianzuo."

Shen Xiao...or Kong Ming, who was wearing Shen Xiao's skin, walked slowly to his side, glanced at Meng Xianwu's death, raised his finger, and stroked the wound on his chest lightly.

Then he asked without any surprise: "What happened to you?"

Weijin lowered her head, vaguely summarizing what happened tonight.

"Oh? Then where is Xie Qiuhan now?"

"Dead," Wei Jin said, "I saw Master slap him to death with my own eyes, and then fell into the mirror lake. The disciple was worried about Master, so he rushed here to seek medical treatment, and had no time to take care of Xie Qiuhan. Please forgive me crime."

"Dead?" Kong Ming repeated, looking at Wei Jin meaningfully.

Wei Jin bit the bullet, and counted his words in his heart, afraid that he might show his feet.

Jin Lin shook his head at him, expressing helplessness and sympathy.

A layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on Weijin's back.

"This is the wound of Tianyi's swordsmanship," Kong Ming laughed, "Weijin, do you know Tianyi's swordsmanship?"

Wei Jin: "Disciple..."

Kong Ming didn't want to listen to his answer, and said to himself: "This sword technique was figured out by Shen Xiao himself. This kid is very talented and loves to study. I have liked it since I was a child. I didn't raise him wrong."

Wei Jin was terrified, couldn't help taking a few steps back, bumping his back against the golden pillar of the hall.

Jin Lin supported him sympathetically.

"Don't scare him," Jin Lin said to Kong Ming, "He is your eldest disciple of Taixuan Palace, and Meng Xianwu was also sent by you. They are all doing things for you, so why scare others."

Kong Ming nodded slightly, and sat back on the chair, not continuing to investigate Wei Jin's deception.

He has a gentle and elegant demeanor, and looks like a talkative scholar.

That's definitely not because of Shen Xiao's skin, the real Shen Xiao is used to being carefree and carefree, which is completely different from him at this time.

That's what he looks like.

Kong Ming played with two copper coins in his hand for a while, seeing that Jin Lin was still thinking of ways to heal Meng Xianwu, he asked, "Can it be saved?"

Wei Jin looked at Jin Lin nervously.

Jin Lin shook his head.

A sword broke through the Dao body, the golden core was shattered, and there was no way to return to heaven.

Kong Ming showed a trace of regret, walked over, injected a burst of true energy into it, obviously everyone was dead, but he worked hard to run a week of true energy for the corpse, making his face look better, and then he raised his palm Touched Meng Xianwu's eyes and closed them for him.

Wei Jin stared at him blankly, and found that the sadness and regret on his face was not fake.

Kong Ming stood with his hands behind his back, and sighed: "The old people are getting less and less, the old days will never return."

Jin Lin also sighed.

A strange feeling arises in Wei Jin's heart: What kind of person is Kong Ming really?

What is he looking for?