Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

Mo Han looked at the master standing above him, and was silent for a long time, then he frowned and said slowly: "I heard this rumor as soon as I left the customs."

"I thought it was just nonsense of idlers, but now it seems that what Master has done is really incredible."

Looking at his worried eldest disciple, Tian Qingzi shook his head, descended from the clouds, and came in front of Mo Han.

He said earnestly: "Han'er is aware of the immortal artifact that came out some time ago."

Mo Han nodded and said: "I knew it after leaving the retreat, but it's a pity that the disciple didn't leave the retreat at that time, otherwise I would have to accompany the master to go."

Tian Qingzi sighed, waved his hands and said, "It's a good thing that you didn't follow. This battle was really too tragic. The elite disciples brought by various sects and sects suffered heavy casualties, and more than half of them were lost."

"After this battle, no matter whether they are upright or evil, their vitality will be seriously injured. The cultivation world will probably spend decades to recuperate."

Hearing what his master said, Mo Han didn't show any rejoicing expression on his face, but his gloomy expression became more intense.

He is a sword cultivator and a senior brother in the Taixu Sect. Swordsmen are destined to go forward bravely, and would rather break than break, how can they shrink back because of danger.

But after all, he didn't offend the master, he just pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Since the casualties in the door are already so heavy, why did the master bring back an irrelevant man instead?"

"Irrelevant?" Tian Qingzi finally smiled, and turned to look at Mo Han.

"Han'er, do you know that that man is the biggest achievement of being a teacher this time."

He took two steps forward, and patted his eldest disciple on the shoulder with a pleasant face: "You have always had a unique understanding of the way of swordsmanship. Because of that person's special status, as a teacher, I plan to let you contact and take care of this person in the future."

"what…"

Mo Han was startled.

……

The main peak of Lingyun, the head of the house lives in the hall.

Bai Ziyu pinched his fingertips fiercely, suppressing the slight trembling of his palms when he was excited, and put the sandalwood Taoist crown firmly on Qiu Chenzhi's hair, tied it with a white jade hairpin with cloud patterns, and finally relaxed Take a breath.

"Fellow Daoist, please take a look, how good is this?"

He smiled, then twirled his fingertips, drew a mysterious light mirror, and presented it in front of Qiu Chen, asking him to examine and take care of his clothes.

The mysterious light mirror stands out of nowhere, suspended in front of it, the person in the mirror is tall and jade, wearing white clothes and a Taoist crown, elegant and unconventional.

His appearance is exactly the same as Qiu Chenzhi's eyebrows and eyes before time travel, but at some point he grew waist-length black hair, and his whole body has an indescribable feeling.

Looking at the mirror that reflected the person in every detail, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

No wonder after he woke up, he searched the whole house but couldn't find a mirror. He thought that the headmaster didn't like to look in the mirror when he was old.

But I didn't expect that you cultivators are so flirtatious even looking in the mirror!

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Bai Ziyu thought he was dissatisfied, so he asked a little nervously, "Fellow Daoist... are you unhappy?"

The young man raised his face and carefully observed his expression, which looked like a young golden retriever, squatting obediently, expecting the master's praise and head pat.

Among all kinds of rebellious teenagers in the second grade, such a well-behaved and sensible child is really rare, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help but feel soft, and finally said his first words after time travel.

"Thank you."

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was slightly hoarse, but still carried a breath of cold frost and snow, like a clear spring hitting a mountain rock, extremely clear.

Seeing the person in front of him say the first sentence to him, Bai Ziyu immediately opened his eyes happily. The curiosity in the boy's heart was like a prairie fire, and a series of questions were thrown out one after another.

"Bai Ziyu, what do you call fellow daoist? What is the relationship between fellow daoist and the head of my family? Why was he brought back by the head of the sect? Why was fellow daoist unconscious a few days ago, but was injured? How is the injury now? Fellow daoist Where do you live? How old is fellow daoist..."

A series of questions made Qiu Chenzhi dizzy. He showed his affection to Bai Ziyu before because he wanted to get more relevant information from this young man in this strange place.

But no one thought that this kid would be such a familiar chatterbox!

He had no choice but to reach out and hold the boy's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Quiet."

Bai Ziyu fell silent for a moment, as if he didn't want to make him angry.

But the silence didn't last long, the young man seemed to think of something suddenly, his expression panicked, and he murmured: "Oops, time has been delayed for too long..."

"Fellow Daoist, Master is coming back soon, I must..." He looked at Qiu Chenzhi expectantly, and walked away with some reluctance.

It's just that before he finished his sentence, there was a sudden shout from outside the hall.

"The demagogue came out to die—"

Qiu Chenzhi still didn't understand why, but Bai Ziyu's face suddenly changed, and he couldn't ask himself: "Third senior brother?"

It sounds like the third senior brother...

Third senior brother, is he crazy?This is the living hall of the head master, and there was a ban on the door before, how dare he run to the living hall and make a loud noise?

Could it be that someone is fanning the flames in front of the third senior brother...

Thinking of this, Bai Ziyu was startled, turned his head and looked at Qiu Chenzhi worriedly, then grabbed the sword beside him, and rushed out of the hall.

Qiu Chenzhi looked at the back of him leaving in a hurry, listening to the scolding outside the hall, he couldn't help being silent.

The man outside seemed to be looking for him, but why did the boy seem to be more nervous than him?

At this time, Bai Ziyu had already rushed outside the living hall, he raised his head, and saw the red-haired young man in mid-air who was flaunting his anger.

Beside the red-haired young man, there were several familiar outer disciples, who also surrounded the young man with swords, as if they were coming to cheer.

It really was Du Jing, the third senior brother, and those dogs from the outer sect who were always sycophant and sycophant.

Bai Ziyu frowned, his complexion was not good, he tightly held the saber in his hand, and said loudly: "Third Senior Brother!"

Du Jing saw his junior brother unexpectedly, and couldn't help being stunned: "Junior brother? Why are you in the living hall of the master?"

"...I haven't asked yet, why is senior brother here, and still yelling so loudly at the master's residence?" The guilty young man avoided answering his own question, and turned his finger on Du Jing instead.

Sure enough, upon hearing this question, Du Jing's expression darkened instantly, his short red hair was unrestrained, fluttering in mid-air, and he looked as if he was on the verge of an explosion.

"A few days ago, when the fairy artifact came out, my disciples of the Taixu Sect went out to fight, and the result was heavy casualties! But why did we not see the fairy artifact in the end, but instead brought back a monster of unknown origin?"

He gritted his teeth and said: "It must be the person brought back by the head. He is good at deceiving people's hearts. He is definitely not an orthodox monk or an ordinary good person. If he is allowed to take root in my Taixu Sect and confuse the head, how can he be worthy of this battle?" A fellow who died tragically?"

Bai Ziyu: "..."

He is very tired.

Although he knew before that the third senior brother had always been hot-tempered, reckless and paranoid, but he did not expect to be so paranoid.

His gaze swept across the people behind Du Jing like a knife's edge, and those outer disciples really took a few steps back silently with guilty looks on their faces.

Seeing this situation, Bai Ziyu could almost conclude that his single-minded third senior brother must have been used as a gun this time.

The person brought back by the head of the sect was clearly related to the fairy artifact this time, but he hid him in his residence all the time, and did not disclose any information to the public. I am afraid that the elders in the sect are a little anxious!

Ordinary disciples in the sect didn't have the guts to disobey the ban, and the only ones who dared to come here at this time were the few personal disciples who were cherished and valued by the sect head.

Especially Du Jing, the violent and reckless third disciple, is almost the best pawn to test.

I just don't know, who is the mastermind behind this time?

Thinking of this, Bai Ziyu, who had always escaped from the heart of a teenager, became a little angry at this moment.

They are Ling Yunfeng's in-house disciples, handed down by the head of the sect, are the people behind them free to tease them if they want to? !

"Third senior brother—"

He stared at Du Jing with eyes that still remained angry, and said loudly: "I have met that person in the hall, and I see that fellow Taoist has clear eyes and a clear demeanor. Humans can be compared!"

"Senior brother, please calm down for the time being, otherwise when Master comes back and finds you and I arguing in front of the hall, a punishment will be inevitable."

But his earnest words did not move Du Jing who was in a rage.

Hearing this, Du Jing felt even more furious, so he interrupted Bai Ziyu directly, and said, "Junior brother just met that man once, and he just defended him like this, repeatedly contradicting me, senior brother, and saying that man won't confuse people's hearts." ?”

"Little brother, do you know! Among those disciples who went out to fight for the Taixu sect to win the immortal weapon, but never returned, there is our second senior sister! The second senior sister died for the master sect, but in return If she finds out about such a deceitful monster, how will the spring be at peace?!"

The red-haired man roared in the air, and when he mentioned the second senior sister, his tone became more and more hoarse.

Even Bai Ziyu couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this, his expression darkened, and he murmured: "Of course I know..."

Some time ago when he set off for the expedition, the senior brother Mo Han was still in seclusion, and Bai Ziyu was still young and not cultivated enough, so the master took the second senior sister Du Ming and other elite disciples in the sect to go.

On the contrary, the third brother Du Jing was left behind by his master to guard the house with the elders in the door, and he did not go.

As a result, the second senior sister, Du Ming, never came back. Du Ming was Du Jing's biological sister, and her death made Du Jing feel no pain or hatred.

Even Du Jing's most beloved apprentice went out to fight with the teacher, but was cut off by the blood demon ancestor on the battlefield.

After this battle, Du Jing was about to go crazy. The evil fire in his heart had nowhere to vent. As a result, he was deliberately provoked a few times, and he put all his hatred on the man brought back by the head, so he became angry at this time Come rushing to settle accounts.

The death of the second senior sister, as a junior brother, Bai Ziyu is not without grief, but now he is more concerned about the situation of his third senior brother.

"Brother, listen to my advice."

Bai Ziyu stood in front of Du Jing with a sword, and said, "You have been used by someone! If you insist on getting into trouble, Master will not let you off lightly..."

"Step aside--"

Seeing that the junior brother was facing him with a sword, Du Jing immediately became more convinced of his judgment, and immediately stopped talking, he directly slashed the blade, and the flames burst into flames, and he rushed towards Bai Ziyu like a shooting star.

In his rage, he showed no mercy at all.

After all, Bai Ziyu was young, and although his mind was clear, his cultivation level was still low. He was hit by Du Jing with all his strength. Before he could react, he was thrown into the air, and his back slammed into the wall of the living room. A mouthful of fishy sweetness welled up in my throat.

The monks were so strong that the attic, which was only used for living, could not support it. The wall instantly cracked, and the two fell into the hall together. The pillars broke and the cornices collapsed.

But Du Jing still didn't stop, and increased his strength again, as if he was insane, disregarding the life of the younger brother at all, as if he wanted to wipe out the younger brother and the monsters in the hall with one knife.

At this critical moment, Bai Ziyu suddenly heard a soft sound in his ear, like a long sword unsheathed.

The seriously injured body was suddenly pulled out of Du Jing's attack range.

He vomited blood in his mouth, knelt on the ground tiredly, raised his eyes dully, and saw the light of the flame-patterned knife in his senior brother's hand slashing towards him.

A very thin cold light flashed in front of his eyes, brushed lightly against the knife pattern, and there was not even a sound. When Bai Ziyu opened his eyes again, he only felt a little warmth, which splashed on his face, bringing bursts of heat. fishy smell.

When the smoke cleared, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

There was a person standing in front of him, dressed in white and wearing a Taoist crown, with an indifferent expression, like a crane descending from the clouds leisurely in the world, and it seemed that everything present was nothing more than a little dust to him.

But the man put a hand on his shoulder, as if to comfort him, through his clothes, he could almost feel the warmth of the man's palm.

The man's left hand... was holding on to a long sword that was as bright as autumn water, the blade cut off the thick blade, and penetrated straight into the third senior brother's chest.

Another half of the blade fell to the ground, like a piece of broken copper and iron, no one cared about it.

Bai Ziyu was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time,

Du Jing fell to the ground, looked up at the person in front of him, his red hair was disheveled, his eyes were opened, as if he was about to say something, but when he opened his mouth he coughed, and a large stream of blood gushed out, swallowing what he wanted to say Words are drowned out.

"What's going on? Who dares to make trouble here?"

An angry shout broke the silence at the scene.

The three raised their heads in unison, and saw Tian Qingzi, the head of the belated arrival, plummeting from mid-air with an angry expression on his face.

But before the leader could be held accountable, Mo Han, who had been following the leader, suddenly rushed out and asked with bright eyes:

"Who did the sword intent just now?"

Even in his usual cold tone, there was a hint of unconcealable excitement lurking.

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