Listening to the Phoenix

At this moment, when the moon is in the middle of the sky, as always, the earth is silent, and only the moonlight flowing brings a ray of brightness in the darkness.

Somewhere in this continent, under the shade of trees, some shadows flashed past.When I looked again, I couldn't find any trace, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was dazzled just now.

But... some people don't think so.

A group of handsome people dressed in Taoist robes turned out from the forest, six men and three women, with extraordinary temperament and vigorous faces, the oldest one looked about 24 or [-] years old at most.

They were vaguely headed by the three people walking in front, and two of the three people protected the young man of about seventeen who was in the middle of the three, with a hint of respect.

That young man was handsome, his brows and eyes were full of gentleness like a spring breeze, his facial features were soft but yet heroic, the arc of his lips was neither deep nor shallow, neither thick nor light, just right, neither making people feel unfamiliar and indifferent, It will not make people feel flattering and flattering, but only think of the bright moon, flowing water, gentle wind and drizzle for a moment.

It is really... rare for a young man who is about seventeen years old to have such an appearance.

Looking around, the stern young man walking in front spoke, "Senior Brother Liuchen, further ahead is Chang Yuan."

Hearing this, the young man named "Liuchen" raised his hand and stopped. The half-filled silver nine-petaled lotus patterns on his sleeves reflected the light, which looked mysterious and noble under the moonlight: "Since we have almost arrived at Changyuan, how about this time?" It's time for the second training session to end. Find a place to rest for the night, and return to the sect tomorrow."

Another young man holding a sword with a blue nine-petal lotus pattern on his sleeve standing next to him said, "Changyuan is hundreds of miles around, and there are few people."

The young man bent his eyes, "Then find a place to meditate for a night." He looked at a woman and said softly, "Nephew Wen Qing will be troubled."

The female cultivator in the white Taoist robe shook her head and said, "No trouble." Then she seemed to remember something, her eyes lit up, "I don't know if my uncle can get them..."

Before the words were finished, the young man had already guessed what she was going to say, and when he interrupted her words, even the words of refusal were gentle: "I can't."

Then he said slowly: "Let's go. The vicinity of Changyuan is not a place to stay forever."

A group of people walked slowly into the distance.

At this time, a small white fox also took advantage of the cover of the night and quickly jumped into the small forest. No one could see the cunning flashing in those agile eyes.

And the only person who could be seen closed his eyes and took a rest.

After the people lurking in the forest finally confirmed that the group of nine people had gone far away, there were whispers.

"Elder, it's the Nine Beginning Sect."

"Five Qinglians, three Lanlians, and one Yinlian. What a great deal."

"It's really a big deal!"

The people in the forest fell silent collectively.

As members of the Seven Sects, they naturally understand what this means.

No, it should be said that monks who have been exposed to the cultivation world in the first world will understand what this means.

The nine-petal lotus is the only one in this initial world that dares to be upright, and takes it as a symbol.

Except for the Jiuchu Sect, there is no other sect or family that uses the Nine Petal Lotus as its symbol.

Nine Beginning Sects, one of the seven sects of the Primitive Realm, the leader of the immortal realm in the Primordial Realm, can be called the uncrowned king of the Primordial Realm.

All the cultivators at the beginning of the ninth century don't care about their clothing, but the sleeves and corners of the clothes they wear are all embroidered with nine-petal lotus in a special embroidery method.

In order to inform the people who saw it, this is a disciple of the Ninth Beginning, who is blessed by the Ninth Beginning.Those who dare to kill will not be provoked at the beginning of the ninth century!

On the way of cultivation, when going out to practice, stumble and get tripped, it is really normal.

Jiuchu was not very dissatisfied with his disciples who fell under the methods of others and then climbed up and gradually grew up. On the contrary, he was happy to see the success.

People, there will be a period called adolescence, arrogant and arrogant, thinking that there is nothing wrong with the world.

What's more, the proud son of heaven in the ninth lunar month?

No matter how good your character is, you will be a little proud after all.

So... During this period of time, it is really, very necessary to take a few falls and temper yourself.

Naturally, Jiuchuzong can allow disciples to be stumbled on the road of cultivation, but they will never allow them to be killed when their disciples reveal their identities!

Of course, the subordinate disciples only refer to inner disciples and above.

At the beginning of the Ninth Period, only inner disciples and above were eligible to embroider nine-petal lotus on their clothes.

After all, there are more than tens of thousands of outer disciples and handymen in the huge Ninth Beginning Sect?

The character of these people is also uneven.

If the disciples of the mere outer sects also need to be maintained, the senior officials of the Jiuchu sect will not be exhausted?

This is Jiuchuzong, who can protect his shortcomings so unreasonably, but also be so indifferent that his heart can be pierced.

In other words, this is the tacit tradition of the ancient sect that survived the catastrophe and has continued to this day.

The colors of the nine-petaled lotus pattern are divided into cyan, blue, and silver, and they go up in order, representing inner disciples, direct disciples, and mainline successor disciples respectively.

The disciple of the main line of succession, also known as the disciple of Jiuchu.

Since it appeared near Changyuan, a forbidden place, without thinking too much, it must be for experience.

But since there is a disciple of Yinlian, the successor of the main line, here, in the dark, at least one Huashen Shangjun will accompany him.

After all, it is as big as the Ninth Beginning, and the core is only ten main veins.

There are ten main lines, not to mention that not all ten main lines have established successors in the ninth day of the ninth day. Even if each line has an established successor, there are only ten.

The head teacher at the beginning of Jiuchu must have been a Taoist.

Therefore, it is also correct to call Jiuchu Daozi the candidate of Jiuchu Zongzi.

In each generation, there are at most eleven Taoists.

In terms of the choice of Daozi, Jiuchu has always preferred to be short.

Even the extra Daozi exists to replace the current eldest son of the original Daozi.

The concept of each generation is completely different from the concept of each generation.

Because some main masters took in disciples later, the elder monks of the same generation may have lived for thousands of years, while the younger monks may only look like more than ten years old.

And once the Jiuchu Taoist is selected, there will be no change, even if that Taoist falls halfway!

Tens of thousands of years ago, Daozi Jiuchu was involved in family disputes and eventually fell.

Jiuchu was furious.

In the end, all those aristocratic families were wiped out, and the position of the son of Taoism has been vacant since then, and the master of the main body found a child to be his disciple thousands of years later.

It is a grandson, not an apprentice.

What's more, if you can't find a satisfactory disciple as a Taoist before crossing the catastrophe, you will choose the younger generation to act as the master of the veins, and leave a legacy to let them choose a suitable Taoist.

Therefore, except for the first generation of Daozi who belonged to the same period at the beginning of the ninth century, not all the later Daozi of the same generation belonged to the same generation.

When the Daoist in the next life appears, the Daoist in the previous life will almost always have a few positions vacant.

Some Taoists of the same generation may call other Taoists Shishu and Shishuzu.

There are only eleven Daoists, compared to the huge number of disciples of the Nine Beginning Sect, how rare and insignificant they are.

Since then, he has been protected like pearls and treasures in the Ninth Beginning School.

Going out to experience, in order to protect his safety, at least one Huashen Shangjun is protecting him in the dark.

Someone hesitated and said, "But that person seems to be Liuchen."

Someone confirmed his thoughts: "It's Liuchen An Xiaoyu."

Liuchen An Xiaoyu of the Ninth Beginning, the Jindan Daoist of the Ninth Beginning, and the Shuilan lineage of the Ninth Beginning Zong had already been determined, and it was only announced to the Quan Chu Realm when he became a pill a year ago.

The [-]-year-old mainline successor really set the record for the youngest Daozi of Jiuchu.

It can be seen from the high talent, strong wrist, deep thought and strong background.

After thinking for a while, an old voice slowly said: "As long as it's not the killing god, I can intercept other transformation gods together."

Another old voice continued: "But it's impossible for that killing god to secretly protect a Yinlian disciple."

"Jiuchu Liuchen is a variable." The old voice said at first.

The spiritual consciousness communicated quickly, and finally, the old man looked at each other.

"If there is no conflict with our purpose, ignore them."

The old voice made a conclusion.

Killing Liuchen, Jiuchuzong will definitely be furious and investigate the matter thoroughly.

The anger of the number one sect in the world, even the other six sects who are also the seven sects of the beginning, also need to avoid its edge.

After a pause, they responded neatly: "Yes!"

"It's...stupid." The thin and beautifully shaped lips parted slightly, and spit out these words.

A slender figure leaned on a branch, chuckling lightly.

He was dressed in white, his long and narrow eyes were narrowed, and his thin red lips showed a wanton smile. The movement of his eyes was naturally charming, seductive and swaying.

In the darkness, he was so eye-catching, but those people in the forest didn't realize his existence at all.

Resting his chin with his hands, the young man watched and listened to the plans of the group of people below with great interest, without feeling that he was peeping at all.Halfway through the hearing, the disappointment in his eyes became more and more intense, and at the end he completely lost interest. He stood up with his sleeves brushed, and dropped a few simple words in a contemptuous voice: "A bunch of idiots."

Pointing his toes, his figure flashed, and he was out of the woods in the blink of an eye.

Then, with a flash of white light, a small white fox appeared on the ground instead of the boy, turning his head gracefully, with undisguised contempt in his long and narrow eyes.

The next moment, the silver light flashed and moved instantly, and the white fox appeared in front of that Yinlian disciple.

The Yinlian disciple looked at the white fox, and stretched out his hand to hug the white fox, "Ah Ruo, how is it? Is it the Lord of Huashen?"

The white fox suddenly felt dissatisfied, stretched out its claws and shook it threateningly in front of the young man, and at the same time showed his white teeth at the young man.

You brat, you cheated on me!

The teeth are white and sharp.

Please don't question whether the teeth of the fox clan, one of the top races of the monster clan, are good or not.

With one sip, the young man must have lost all life.

The young man spoke out at the right time, calming the white fox's anger: "Isn't it because the uncle is there so there is no need to worry about your safety. Ah Ruo, don't be angry."

The white fox retracted its paw, but licked it without looking at the boy.

The young man had long been accustomed to the arrogant temperament of the white fox, and said, "Ah Ruo, this is an experience, and we can never let the uncle go. We are not as strong as you, not to mention that as a nine-tailed fox, you will be caught by the cultivator of Huashen." Stay?" He smiled lightly.

The white fox suddenly exploded and growled at the boy.

The young man was stunned, listening to the voice that sounded in his soul through the contract, and then laughed, his special light brown eyes were dyed with light, and his gentle smile made people unable to bear to get angry with him: "Uncle Shi can't be judged by common sense. Uncle Shi is just a evildoers, while others are geniuses at best."

However, it is impossible for a genius to compare with an evildoer...

The white fox was dazzled by this smile. At this moment, even the nine-tailed fox who had seen many beauties had to admit it.

——This young man does have his own unique charm, and his appearance is indeed very pleasing to the eye.

The monster tribe loves beauty, the fox tribe is the best among them, the nine-tailed spirit fox is especially so, so he couldn't express his anger because of this smile, and choked his breath in his throat. The white fox had no choice but to accept it reluctantly for a long time.

At this moment, two fruits were thrown from the tree, and hit the head of the man and the fox who were looking at each other, causing a slight pain.

The young man smiled wryly, and joked to himself: "Ah Ruo, look, this is the price of lying behind your back."

Was warned by the uncle.

White Fox: "..." It's not what you said.The white fox cursed slowly.

Then, a beautiful blue conch fell into the young man's hand. Through the contract, the white fox A Ruo said to the young man in his heart: 〖Xiaoyu, this is the sound conch. 〗

An Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and then he injected spiritual power into the conch, and a conversation rang out.

Yinluo, a kind of monster, grows in the sea. It can record words and play them after injecting spiritual power.However, a conch can only be recorded once.

Because of this characteristic, the Yinluo family was almost slaughtered by the whole family. If the Yaozu realized it in time and came forward to stop the massacre of the human race, the Yinluo family might have been wiped out already.

But now, the Yinluo family is also rare.

Generally speaking, only demon cultivators can have sound conch, and humans rarely get it.

However, the effect is remarkable.

Eight people not far away came over and listened to the conversation together.

After the conversation was over, the youngest disciple, Lanlian in white, spoke in a low voice, as if trying to suppress it: "Master Liuchen, he is from Lan Palace."

An Xiaoyu had already made up his mind, but at this moment, he just confirmed his thoughts, and then he said, "Jun Xi, calm down."

Jun Xi's eyes were reddish: "I know... Uncle Master."

"That's good." An Xiaoyu didn't care too much about his exposed emotions: after all, they were not familiar with each other, and it could even be said that they rarely interacted with each other, and if something happened to Jun Xi due to a demon in the future, it would be him No one can question the path you choose.

Everyone in the world knows that Shuilan Daozi Liuchen is gentle, but only he, his father, and his uncle understand that he is not fake, but he is also extremely cold.

Fingers made a tactic, and the long sword flew out from behind, and the sword body was folded like spring water, reflecting the coldness in his suddenly sinking eyes, "Since we are here, there is no need to hide."

Hearing these words, the people in the dark stopped hiding. More than a dozen men in black appeared, and the leaders were two gray-haired old men!

Although the two old men had ravines on their faces and hunched backs, they had an astonishing aura.

An Xiaoyu held the long sword in his hand. Seeing this, he said without fear, "Huangshen Shangjun."

But the white fox complained to An Xiaoyu silently in his heart: 〖Could it be that people who practice the way of magic are ugly? 〗

This appearance really disgusted the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.

Nine-tailed foxes like beautiful things and hate unbeautiful things.

The instant the words were finished, a spiritual light struck.The old man in the lead attacked An Xiaoyu and the others in disregard of the rules of the comprehension world!

An Xiaoyu crushed a piece of paper talisman with two fingers to block the attack: "The two of you have forgotten the rule in the cultivation world that the older generation is not allowed to interfere with the younger generation!"

Although he used the honorific title, An Xiaoyu's eyes clearly told the two Huashen Lords: He didn't take them seriously at all!

As a Daoist of the Ninth Beginning Sect, he has seen too many God Transformation Lords——

But for these two people, it was obvious that their foundations were not stable.

One of the old men said: "Liuchen, you don't have to talk to us. Your potential is too great, so why not break this rule in order to get rid of you."

Another old man continued: "But this talisman won't last long, and how much more do you have?"

As soon as he heard this, An Xiaoyu smiled with satisfaction, put a sound conch into his storage bracelet without any trace, bowed to a place, and said, "Trouble master."

The goal is achieved!This mission is complete.

Well, with this conversation, the teacher-in-chief didn't know that he would blackmail from Lan Palace... Ah bah!It's how much you get, what you promise.

After all... Huashen Shangjun generally would not choose to attack the successors of the main line of the Ninth Beginning.

Once you make a move... it means you have to bear the wrath of the Nine Beginning Sect and the endless pursuit of the Nine Beginning Mainline.

As for the main vein of the Ninth Beginning, every generation is guarded by at least Dujie Xianjun.

If there is no one behind the scenes, who will believe it?An Xiaoyu thought casually.

At this time, he also answered Ah Ruo's question: 〖No, it's just because the exercises they cultivated still have a foundation.You can go and see the demon cultivators in Nine Gates and Xingchen Building, some of them are even more immortal than righteous cultivators. 〗

There was a low sword cry before the words fell, not loud, but extremely crisp.

Following the sound of the sword's cry, more than a dozen sword lights flashed past.

Although the sword light is extremely thin, it is as bright as a star, and the sword energy is restrained. It looks extremely slow, but it is faster than Thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the man in black was strangled to death by the sword energy, and even his soul was wiped out. Only the two old men stood still, not daring to move.

Looking closely, there are two dancing, bright red flames entwining the old man.

The flames seemed inconspicuous, but they were sweating profusely.

These two Huashen Shangjun knew very well that once they made the slightest movement, the flame would swallow them up in an instant, and completely annihilate them together with the primordial spirit.

There is no chance of reincarnation, even if they blew themselves up.

——From 25 years ago to ten years ago, in just 15 years, it was this seemingly inconspicuous flame that sent countless monks to death and established a great reputation!

And the owner of this fire... is——

After all the calculations, they just didn't expect that the training team this time would be led by the Killing God from the Ninth Beginning!

If you know, if you know!They will definitely walk around this training team so as not to encounter this killing god!

The two Huashen Shangjun also reacted at this time.

Liuchen must have discovered their existence, and when they wanted to release the false message of "not wanting to attack the disciples of the ninth primary school" to confuse them and successfully intercept and kill them, he realized that what they said was not true, and then resorted to tricks so that He will be buried here!

Really insight into people's hearts!

If I had known...

They regretted it too much.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

A slender figure walked towards them in the white mist that rose around them at unknown times.

His footsteps are loose and casual, and he even looks a little swaying, but his every move looks elegant and noble; he is dressed in black, with golden nine-petal lotus patterns on the corners of his clothes and sleeves, black and gold intertwined, with a special Elegant and noble; black hair scattered wantonly, hanging down to knees, intertwined with black clothes; hanging a sword by the side of the waist: a dark and inconspicuous scabbard, a water-red clear hilt, a piece of clear purple jade covered with red thread wrapped around the hilt.

He clearly looked extremely lazy, but he made everyone present look at him with respect.

The Ninth Beginning disciples tidied up their clothes and saluted respectfully, while the faces of the two Huashen Shangjun turned pale with a "shua".

After he came to stand in front of these 11 people, it was already a cup of tea. During this period, no one made a sound to disturb him.

After another cup of tea, he raised his head, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were raised slightly, and there was still mist that had not dissipated, revealing a bit of unconscious evil spirit.

The black-clothed monk's slender fingers lifted the messy hair covering his face, raised his eyes, and his voice was cold, unbearable, and bone-chilling.

"You guys—so loud that I'm taking a nap."

There is a kind of willful arrogance that cannot be questioned, and a high indifference and coldness.

But no one will feel displeased or unhappy because of that arrogance.

Because this black-clothed young man makes people feel that he is arrogant because he has the right to be arrogant, he should do whatever he wants, there is nothing in this world that he can care about and change; his indifference makes people feel that he is that Sitting on a high seat and looking coldly at the gods struggling in the world of mortals, people feel that they are just humble and kneeling under his seat, struggling in the world of mortals and never getting a glimpse of the gods...

Ants.

——Lord of the Liuxia vein at the beginning of the ninth century, Lord Han Wang!

The author has something to say:

An Xiaoyu, dawn is dawn, the feather of five tones

An Xiaoyu's bones are the kind of people who don't want to do anything, even if they are deboned, cramped, skinned, and their souls are scattered in front of him, they will never look up, but if they are caring, they don't want him to be sad .

The name of Fengque Ci comes from Yang Jiong's "March in the Army": Yazhang resigns from Fengque, iron cavalry circles Dragon City

Modified on 2018.6.25