Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

"Thank you for your kindness, seniors."

Compared with the blushing and thick necks of the four members of Xianmen, Chu You can be said to be calm and calm.

He was born handsome, with a cold demeanor suppressed there, not aggressive, but when he bowed his body a little, he advanced and retreated more calmly:

"It's just that the younger generation is dull and has no decision to go. I'm afraid it will disappoint the good intentions of the four seniors."

Although the four members of Xianmen were not in good shape, the olive branches they threw to Chu You were really valuable.

How prosperous are the Four Sects of Immortal Sect?

It is not an exaggeration to say that these four sects are almost the existences that support the four sides of the Immortal Dao. Generations of talented youths and generations of peerless powers all wear the glory of the four sects and achieve each other.

Chu You refused very simply.

He is not indifferent.

In the past, Chu You might have agreed immediately.

After all, it was not his wish to be a local snake in places like the Chu family in Raozhou.

He wanted the Chu family just for the sake of repaying kindness and revenge and clearing it up neatly, not for drawing the ground to sink into the power struggle of a mere family's family.

Chu You didn't want to be the second Chu Yuan, nor did he want to be trapped for another 17 years.

He had already thought about it in his heart, thinking about waiting for the Hehuan sect to finish.So he left Raozhou with Ye Feizhe to see the wider world.

Unexpectedly, the matter of the Hehuan Sect would involve an indistinct mess.

In an instant of great change, Chu You had no choice but to overthrow his previous thinking, and tactfully rejected the olive branch thrown by the four people of Xianmen.

There has never been a shortage of capable people and strong people among the four sects, and there are even a few Mahayana monks. If he becomes a disciple of one of them, it is difficult to guarantee whether the bloodline of misfortune will be able to hide the truth.

The four of them were angry at Chu You, ignorant of good and evil.

Just imagine, they are all the favored sons of the sky who are used to being praised. It is the first time that they lower their faces to ask for help, but they return in vain. The feeling is predictably uncomfortable.

But when they were about to shake their faces, Ye Feizhe coughed twice appropriately.

The flames of the four disappeared immediately.

Yes, they used to stay in Raozhou well, they have a family and a garden, and they are still in good health. Can you blame them for rejecting them?

If you want to blame, you should blame them for the ineffective governance of the four sects of Xianmen, for not strangling the misfortune of the world to death at the source.

He was hit by disasters and smashed the garden and hurt his body. As the sufferer, how can he not be allowed to be a little frightened and not think or speak?

In such a state of fear and fear, it is understandable to reject the four cases.

If Ye Feizhe knew what they were thinking, he would have laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Who is Ye Feizhe?

In the world he used to live in, there were also six sects of immortality, which seemed to coincide with the four sects of this world.

The personal heirs of the six sects of immortality are all rebellious geniuses, and no one is willing to obey the other. Only Ye Feizhe's name can't be avoided, and he is pulled out to scare people.

Because they knew very well that Ye Feizhe's subordinates would either beat him, or be willing to subdue him, and there was never a third way out.

Such a character, now in the eyes of the four sects of the Immortal Sect, turned out to be a weak and deceitful, overly frightened poor person, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh.

After some self-consolation, the four of them felt much better.

So they complained to each other about their companions: "It's all your fault! My Sifangzong sincerely wanted to accept the two young friends as beginners, but your **zong insisted on interfering, making the situation uncontrollable, and making the two young friends Are you scared?"

"..."

The terrified "Disaster" and Lai Ri Mozun looked at each other, and they both chose to remain silent.

Not to be outdone, his companion glared back and choked back: "Blame me? Are you kidding me? Why didn't you say that you spoke rashly and frightened the two little friends?"

The four of you blamed me and I blamed you, and all of a sudden they were spitting all over the place, arguing so loudly that they couldn't open their mouths.

Ye Feizhe pressed his forehead, and said softly: "It's really noisy, it's a headache."

He also wanted to say something about the disciples of the four sects, but that's all.

Immediately, Ye Feizhe thought of those troublesome juniors in his own world, and couldn't help but keep silent.

Forget it, the world is as black as crows, and the world as noisy as juniors.

Ye Feizhe said it unintentionally, but Chu You listened, but it was intentional.

The five fingers of his right hand were slightly opened, and with the opening of his fingers, four undetectable wisps of black air jumped from the disciple's Tianling cover to Chu You's palm.

The black air was really subtle.

If it weren't for Ye Feizhe's profound eyesight in the Mahayana period, it would be difficult to notice it.

After the black air was stripped away, the quarrel between the four of Xianmen stopped abruptly.

Their faces were rosy and peaceful, and there was no sign of spittle flying, and their fingertips wished to hit the opposite nose.

"Huh? Strange."

Sifangzong's personal biography scratched his head: "How could I be so angry just now? The quarrel actually ended in a quarrel, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The other three also expressed their understanding.

"It's okay, I'm a little too exaggerated."

"Thinking about traveling thousands of miles, the body and spirit are exhausted, and the mood will inevitably be shaken."

"Huoshi has been here before. He has everything in the world to the darkest, the most evil, the most evil aura. It is not surprising that he can affect people, and there is no need to blame yourself."

The four of them reached a consensus in a few words, and apologized to Ye Fei and said to Ye Fei: "My two friends, I'm really sorry, we came late because of disasters, and it's not right for you to be worried. In the end, we are still arguing here Get up, let you worry and fear the second time, it is really wrong."

"If the two of you don't mind, it's time to open a table and apologize to you."

"Just now there was a lot of quarreling—"

Ye Feizhe was thoughtful, and sent a voice transmission to Chu You: "Is it your handwriting?"

"it's me."

In front of Ye Feizhe, Chu You thought that there was nothing he could not say to him: "The blood of misfortune can absorb all evil spirits in the world, and greed, anger, ignorance, and anger are just one of the various evil spirits."

The four people from Xianmen committed the word anger. For Chu You, it was not difficult to suck out their anger and keep them calm and not disturb Ye Feizhe by yelling.

"It's practical."

Ye Feizhe chuckled lightly,

It would be great if Chu You was in his world. With so many disobedient bastards in Immortal Dao, wouldn't it be much more worry-free to let Chu You suck it up?

Forget it, Ye Feizhe quickly discarded this unrealistic idea.

Not to mention whether Chu You can go to his world, even if it is true, the group of disobedient bastards in Xiandao will not fight or swear at others.

It's better to fight, at least it can improve your cultivation.

Chu You didn't miss Ye Feizhe's expression.

It's still the same.

After getting along these days, Chu You can describe how Ye Fei's lips curl when he smiles, and how his eyebrows raise when he is angry, with his eyes closed.

His appearance is clearly bright and gorgeous, but it feels light and indifferent, he makes gestures with every frown and smile, and will never go beyond the rules set out.

It seems that he will never be touched by his true feelings, he will not laugh out loud without restraint, and he will not be furious with worries about gains and losses.

"How can it be truly practical if you don't use what you have on your body?"

Chu You really wanted to see Ye Feizhe lose his composure once, and be moved sincerely once.

But he wanted Ye Feizhe never to have anything to do with those vicious, crooked people——

So I sincerely hope that Ye Feizhe and his weird bloodline will never have anything to do with each other.

"It's a good thing that I can seek purity for you, it's not too tasteless."

Envied by thousands of people, and feared by thousands of people, the blood of misfortune in the world came to Chu You's mouth, and only the evaluation that was not too tasteless was left.

"Not necessarily."

Ye Fei groaned, unable to distinguish whether it was a joke or the truth:

"It's not like you haven't heard Su Buping's words, maybe one day I enter the magic way, and the blood of misfortune will be useful to me?"

Obviously, the two have very different definitions of usefulness.

In Chu You's definition, being useful to Ye Feizhe is to keep him safe and open the door for him to live comfortably.

Rather than absorbing Ye Feizhen's strength to achieve his own usefulness.

"There won't be that day."

The words were just a few catkin-like words with no weight, and they stuck in Chu You's throat inexplicably.

He was usually reticent, but at this moment he was afraid that he would not speak in detail enough, as if if he missed a few words, he would answer Ye Feizhe's words:

"You love cultivating immortals and cultivating demons, and I will accompany you. The difference between immortals and demons, the difference between good and evil, will never become an obstacle that separates you and me. There is nothing we can't be together."

"I will never fight you."

Of course, the so-called disaster bloodline will not be useful to Ye Feizhe.

Ye Fei smiled and said indifferently: "You are right."

Why bother arguing with Chu You on this kind of matter?

The vows, the true feelings, are all false.Only time is the touchstone of oath.

"Is this what you mean by cleanliness?"

Ye Fei turned the wine glass expressionlessly, listening to the four people from the immortal sect beside him crying and howling.

It is often said that Raozhou is a remote place, but it is just a comparison with the vast territory of millions of miles in the Zhongzhou mainland.If you talk about restaurants and other places to eat, drink and entertain, Raozhou has never been short of them.

For example, they are sitting on the top floor of the tallest restaurant in the city at this moment, looking up from the outside, their necks are sore, but they can only dance to the vermilion eaves that faintly enter the clouds.

Looking down from the top, the noise of cars and horses downstairs and people's voices floated up layer by layer. When they reached them, they were so faint that they could hardly be heard. The cool breeze hugs the window in my arms.

There is indeed a sense of relaxation and happiness of Lingyun at a high place.

The premise is that there are no ghosts and wolves among the four immortals.

This banquet was specially set up by the four people of Xianmen to make amends to Ye Feizhe and Ye Feizhe for shocking them.

At the beginning, the four of them were concerned about their identities as the heirs of the great clans, and they still held their hands very carefully. They were a little arrogant when drinking, and they would always be accompanied by each drink: "I'm really sorry to you two, I will drink this cup first to respect power. apologize."

Drinking and drinking, drunk, can't help but get carried away.

First, he rolled up his sleeves and swung the jar of wine into his mouth.

This is not a big deal.

At the end of the drink, they drank the wine jars that were all over the floor, and these people simply tapped the empty wine jars with chopsticks. You said: "The river flows eastward!", and I said: "The stars in the sky are in the Big Dipper. !” he sang.

Ye Feizhe was so frightened that he almost smashed his wine glass when they first started playing.

It is worthy of being a personal descendant of the four sects, a man of the hour in the fairy sect.

Every song he sang was so earth-shattering, if Ye Feizhe didn't know that the underworld was in good shape, he would have worried that something big happened underground, and a large number of escaped ghosts howled in his ears.

Chu You was also shocked.

He really wanted to comfort Ye Feizhe, but the singing of "Hey, hey, hey, Shen Beidou!" was still lingering in his ears, making Chu You think about it, and all the words became dumb speechless.

Even if his determination is amazing, he can grit his teeth and survive the awakening of the bloodline of the disaster, and he has no choice but to bow down to the devil's voice.

Chu You was silent for a while, and finally admitted his mistake briefly, and reviewed himself from the root: "It's my fault, I shouldn't suck the evil spirit from them at will."

I thought that the group of people who had sucked away the evil energy would be able to calm down and not make noise, and leave Ye Feizhe clean.

Who would have imagined that when they had no hatred in their hearts, they would stop arguing, but how could they create a new realm that had never been seen before?

Who the hell would want this? ? ?

Ye Feizhe also fell silent, put himself in his shoes, and immediately understood: "Forget it, I don't blame you."

It has already been sung there: "When the road is injustice, let out a yell, and when it's time to take action, take action!"

I don't know if Lu Ping is wrong, they continue to sing, and they will have to be noticed by the passers-by downstairs, and they will calm down their group of monsters first.

The injustice on Ye Fei's waist suddenly trembled violently.

He was swirling the wine glass intermittently, but suddenly his hands tightened and his pupils shrank.

"Someone is here, the peak of Mahayana... is within a hundred miles!"

He murmured to the system:

"Exploring his breath should be someone from the Immortal Dao. I think that he and the four of the Immortal Sect came for the same purpose, the blood of the world... Chu You!"

This thing is tricky.

The reason why the bloodline of misfortune can not be seen by the four people of Xianmen is because this kind of bloodline has been hunted down by the world for tens of thousands of years. As early as the inheritance from generation to generation, its characteristics have been evolved quite secretly, no different from ordinary people.

However, there are not enough secrets in this world.

For the four members of the Xianmen in the Nascent Soul stage, the bloodline of disaster is a secret, so they can't see the clue at all.

But if it falls into the eyes of the peak Mahayana, how many secrets can there be under his investigation?

After all, Ye Feizhe was not an ordinary person, he calmed down in an instant and came up with a countermeasure.

First of all, Chu You had to be distracted, and the farther he could be from that Mahayana, the better.

Secondly, we have to find a way to attract the attention of the Mahayana peak, so that he has no time to think about disasters.

After figuring this out, Ye Fei rested his stiff fingertips lightly on the wine glass, pressed his lips against the rim of the glass, trying to sip it or not.

His fingertips were bloodless and pale, and his lips were also bloodless and pale. With the rim of a white porcelain cup, he felt a sense of desolation and desolation for no reason when he looked at it from a distance.

It's as if the snow has fallen between the world and the vast expanse of whiteness. Those scenes that were once magnificent and grand are all buried under the snow, why is it not worrying?

He was born so well that he didn't need to be pretentious, and he didn't need to deliberately flatter his heart. Even a little softness revealed in the subtleties was enough to catch the attention and make people cherish him to the bone.

"Azhe, how is your injury?"

Ye Fei folded the wine glass lightly, as if he had pinched Chu You's heart hard.

Ye Feizhe's injuries had been dealt with at that time, most of which were skin traumas, and in addition to the injustices on his body, he was considered a practitioner after all, so logically speaking, nothing serious would happen.

If the same injury fell on Chu You, he wouldn't even frown.

But Ye Feizhe.

People are never equal, and it is fully reflected in the two of them.

Chu You could not blink his eyes all over his body with bruises, but he couldn't bear the injury of Ye Fei breaking a hair.

"I don't have..."

Seeing Ye Feizhe's mouth shape, he probably wanted to say "nothing" at first, but he couldn't hold it any longer, so he changed his mind and said, "It's not a big deal, I might have to trouble you to buy two elixir for me."

The prescription that healed his bones came from Ye Feizhe's hand. Chu You knew that Ye Feizhe had researched in this area, and he did not doubt it, so he immediately said, "Okay, I will take you away."

He really didn't want to waste a moment of time, just as he finished speaking on his front foot, he was already standing up on his back foot to pull Ye Feizhe up, as if he wasn't worried at all that he wouldn't give face to the handsome young people like Xiandao by walking away.

Ye Feizhe: "I can't walk."

"I hug you."

"I want to stay here."

"I'm worried."

"I don't want to go."

"..."

Chu You was never afraid of suffering, nor was he afraid of offending others.

Jin Fu's distraction swallowed it and he swallowed it, and the personal transmission of the four sects of immortality offended him.

It seems that he doesn't know how to write the word fear by nature. To Chu You, everything in the world can be divided into black and white poles.

One can be done without any scruples.

One is for the sake of life, you can't do it, you have to have scruples.

However, the appearance of Ye Feizhe disturbed these two poles. With Ye Feizhe, even if he didn't have to be afraid, he could do it freely, but he still had to have some scruples.

No amount of determination can match his "do not want to".

Chu You bent down, and with his movement, it seemed that his sharpness and hostility had faded away, and he degenerated from a walking beast and weapon that everyone was afraid of to a normal human being.

The look in his eyes can be called gentle: "Okay, then I'll go back quickly."

He didn't know that when he was speaking, what Ye Feizhe was thinking in his heart was: "It's better to go slowly and come back slowly."

Chu You's departure did not cause much disturbance to the four celestial sects who sang convincingly.

They still focus on knocking bowls, singing, and being themselves.

Very clear mind, the spirit of not being moved by foreign objects is admirable.

Ye Feizhe also admired it very much.

He waved his hand to call for Xiao Er who was standing outside, and repeatedly emphasized that the four of them are not crazy, but just like drinking crazy, so he managed to calm the little boy who was about to faint, and asked him to bring up a few jars of wine.

The crisp "click" and the overflowing aroma of wine attracted the attention of the four people.

Ye Feizhe didn't use the jug, he smashed open the seal of the wine jar with the corner of the table, filled a bowl for each of the four, and said sincerely:

"The ballads sung by the four seniors are really like the sounds of the gods in the sky, lingering around the bridge for three days. Come! I respect the four seniors with this bowl of wine."

Three days around the beam is true, the fairy voice in the sky is false,

Ye Fei lived for hundreds of years, which is enough for ordinary people to be reincarnated several times, but he never said such flattering compliments.

In order to save Chu You, he can be said to do everything he can, even without conscience.

Although it doesn't make much difference to Ye Feizhe whether this thing is good or not.

Although he was injured, his movements of pouring wine were neat and free, which was exactly the answer to the four men's song of a hero.

The four of them were overjoyed when they heard his compliment, raised their bowls and said with a smile:

"Haha! It's good that my little friend doesn't think we're making a fuss."

No wonder.

"To tell you the truth, my friend, I sang a few lines when I was drunk a few years ago, and my master punished me for copying the family rules. Since then, I have felt sorry for myself, thinking that I sang indecently and dare not open my mouth. Look at the little Netizens responded, I didn’t expect that I could sing well!”

Then your master has really done a great thing for the sake of the common people in the world.

The four of them more or less had similar experiences of being rejected, which almost became their psychological shadow.

Of course, that was in the past.

Today, when Ye Feizhe toasted them with a bowl of wine, the four of them gained unlimited motivation again. Those shadows were all dissipated in a bowl of sweet and spicy wine, and became irrelevant past events.

They get their strength from this bowl of wine.

Like a new life.

The four of them drank it all in one gulp, and when they looked at Ye Feizhe again, they felt that his whole body was shining brightly. On the left side of his face was written "Wisdom to know people", on the right side was written "Broken String Friends", and the word "Bo Le" was written horizontally on his forehead. .

Wherever it is pleasing to the eye.

They said sadly: "In this world, it is hard to find a bosom friend. Sometimes you don't need to get along too much, and you can see the fate with just a few words. Fellow Daoist Ye appreciates it so much, would you like to make friends with me?"

Even his seniority was instantly promoted by one generation, from Xiaoyou Ye to Daoyou Ye.

It's a pity that Ye Bole himself didn't appreciate it.

Don't talk about making friends, the four of them, Tofu, he now thinks back to the past six cases that the group of youngsters think they are cute and cute, at most they are just lazy to play cards and make up storybooks, there has never been such an outrageous incident.

But to save face, we still have to do it.

Without a word, he held up the wine bowl and raised his hand to the four of them: "It's not necessary to make friends, the juniors don't dare to climb high. If the seniors are willing to take the glass of wine I'm toasting, why not sing a song, it is the best appreciation to the juniors .”

"Good good!"

The four were trembling with excitement.

what is this?

This is the high mountains and flowing water, Boya Ziqi!

It is a friendship that has nothing to do with fame and fortune, and has nothing to do with status!

It is a spiritual friend who puts aside all worldly clutter and communicates purely with souls!

The four of them drank the wine in their bowls in one gulp, threw the bowls together, and said boldly: "You Daoist Ye thinks highly of us, how can you let you come back disappointed?"

The next moment, the four opened their voices.

The extremely penetrating roar shook the roof and the fallen leaves and dust fell down, passed through the sky, and reached the ears of the birds.

With Dujie's astonishing eyesight, Ye Fei was sure that he saw more than one bird falling straight down from the sky without flapping its wings in time.

In a sense, it can be regarded as sinking a fish and falling a wild goose.

The fake smile on his face gradually collapsed.

Fortunately, before Ye Feizhe completely lost his patience and wanted to kill them and eliminate harm for the people, someone broke into the house recklessly!

"Million miles!"

The man couldn't wait to see what was going on inside the house, so he anxiously asked, "Have you ever had something to do?"

The suzerain of the Sifang sect has not lost his composure in a long time.

No wonder he lost his temper.

Originally, the lord of the Sifang Sect and his old friends calculated the approximate location of the misfortune. After sending off the younger generation, he also planned to go there to have a look.

He is quite sure.

During the Mahayana period, his spiritual sense was sensitive, no matter how hidden the misfortune was, as long as he was within a hundred feet of his spiritual sense, he would definitely be noticed by the lord of the Sifang sect.

The big deal is to search slowly inch by inch.

People are unpredictable.

The Sect Master of the Sifang Sect did not expect that the disaster would not be clear yet, but within a hundred miles away, he could hear his disciples crying like ghosts and howling like wolves.

What could make a strong swordsman cry so much?

The master of the Sifang Sect only had one apprentice, and the apprentice only accepted Li Wanli's precious bump.Calculating this level by level, no matter how cold the Sifang suzerain is, he always attaches great importance to Li Wanli's safety.

He didn't have time to worry about disasters, and immediately rushed to the place where his disciple and grandson spoke.

Then he and his disciple Li Wanli... looked at each other in blank dismay.

Li Wanli was very reluctant to part when the exciting part of his singing was interrupted, but there was nothing he could do about it. The patriarch of the Sifang Sect, the head of the Immortal Dao, and his direct relatives and ancestors came in person, so he had to cheer up to deal with it.

Li Wanli scratched his head hesitantly: "Master? You old man, why did you come to such a place?"

The lord of Sifang Sect also hesitated: "It was you who cried ghosts and howled wolves before? Are you okay?"

Li Wanli subconsciously asked back: "What's wrong with the disciple?"

Sifang Sect Master: "...you howl like that, are you okay???"

When he said this, Li Wanli was not happy.

The Sifang Sect Master usually has a lot of prestige, and none of the juniors disrespects him or fears him, and Li Wanli is no exception.

But today is different.

Li Wanli drank two more bowls of wine, the soles of his feet were fluttering, and Ye Feizhe, his soul friend, was around for a while, and he was full of guts for a while, and said dissatisfied: "Master, this disciple is just singing loudly with a few friends , where is the howling?"

Sing out loud?

Sing out loud? ? ?

Sing out loud...

Even if it was the lord of the Sifang sect who did not change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, his solemn expression would inevitably collapse for a moment.

From the corner of his eye, he slowly glanced at the other three people present, he really wanted to know which strange friends his disciple and grandson sang with, and which sects he threw his face in front of.

In the end, the eyes of the lord of Sifang Sect settled on Ye Feizhe.

To be more precise, it settled on the injustice in Ye Fei's waist.

People with high positions are always qualified to be exceptions.

The Sect Master of the Sifang Sect has watched the situation for hundreds of years, and he is the one who is most qualified to be an exception in the immortal way.

Few people in the world know the name of the Holy Sword of Demon Dao, the Sifang Sect Master is an exception.

Few people in the world have seen the true face of the Demonic Sacred Sword, the Sifang Sect Master is an exception.

Few people in the world know that the Holy Sword of the Demon Dao only recognizes the Supreme Demon Dao as its master, and the Sifang Sect Suzerain is an exception.

He looked at Ye Feizhe, but what he asked was Li Wanli: "Is this also your friend?"

The system reminded Ye Feizhe: "The lord of Sifang Sect really intended to kill the host just now."

It was very thin and imperceptible, but it was enough to kill Ye Feizhe.

It is even said that the vast majority of practitioners in the world will die before they realize it, without any chance to resist.

No way, Immortal No.1 can indeed be so overbearing.

"I know."

Ye Feizhe smiled slightly at the Sifang Sect Master, as if he mustered up all his courage, but he still looked a little shy, not overpowering and gorgeous, but like a peach blossom on a branch that couldn't help but stretch out his hand in the spring breeze .

The lord of Sifang Sect withdrew his eyes coldly, unmoved.

Ye Feizhe also seemed to be in awe of him, immediately withdrew his eyes, bit his lips lightly, and dodged around, looking very cautious and timid.

Contrary to the indulgence and casualness he said in private: "The killing intent...it's too obvious, everyone has lived for hundreds of years, why bother to play Liaozhai in front of me?"

He could see it, but Li Wanli, who was immersed in excitement, couldn't.

As soon as he mentioned his bosom friend, his Zhong Ziqi, and his spiritual friend, Li Wanli became excited: "My master doesn't know something, this fellow Daoist Ye is my new friend."

"Oh?"

The lord of the Sifang sect was indifferent, noncommittal.

"Not bad!"

Li Wanli was gearing up, excited: "Speaking of which, fellow Daoist Ye has something to do with the purpose of my trip. When I first arrived in Raozhou, there happened to be a wave of misfortune. I followed the breath and ran into Daoist Ye who was injured. The ground is in a mess, and the disaster has disappeared.”

"It is Daoyou Ye who disregards his own safety, even if he is injured, he stands up to fight against the disaster. I deeply admire his righteousness. After talking with Daoyou Ye, I found that he has elegant taste and speculate with me. I couldn't help it, so I invited Daoyou Ye For a bosom friend."

Beauty is in the eyes of close friends, and the filter of soul friends is infinitely deep.

Li Wanli knew in his heart like Menerqing that Ye Feizhe was the one being chased and kicked out by the world, but when he talked about it, he was whitewashed as a lonely hero chasing the world.

It can be seen that black and white are reversed.

When he heard the word "elegant taste", the corner of Sifang Sect's patriarch's mouth twitched.

Just the comment of elegant taste shows how outrageous Li Wanli's vision of people is.

He wouldn't believe a word of Li Wanli's nonsense.

The Sect Master of Sifang Sect turned to Ye Feizhe.

It is also cold, but the Sifang sect master and Chu You are not the same cold, each has its own merits.

After all, Chu You is a young man, no matter how hard he is, he is still very cold, like a pool of cold light that drags out when a sword is drawn out of its scabbard, disrespecting the heaven and the earth and gods, if you risk your life, you can fight for the blood , so sharp that it hurts when touched.

The Suzerain of the Quartet Sect is different.

He is like the eternal ice and snow under the mountain top, and the cold river flowing under the bright moon with meaningless spring and autumn. He has experienced too many winds, frosts, rains and snows.

Everything is hidden and there is nothing to hide.

The lord of Sifang Sect only asked Ye Feizhe in a cold voice, "Is this your knife?"

He was asking about something unfair.

The same person who has been a fairy head for many years and has traveled all over the world, sometimes Ye Feizhe can know what the other person is thinking without having to spread the word.

This time is no exception.

When the Sect Master of Sifang Sect asked the first word, he knew that the other party probably had a clear understanding of the origin and meaning of the injustice.

Including the lord who recognizes the lord of injustice, he is the future lord of the demonic way.

So Ye Feizhe answered frankly: "Yes."

He didn't seem to know that his life and death were in the mind of the head of the Sifang sect, and he didn't seem to know what injustice meant.

Only when the ignorant are fearless can they be frank.

The head of the Sifang sect closed his eyes and remained silent, as if he was deep in thought.

He doesn't speak, someone else speaks.

Except for Ye Feizhe, who was in the highest state of mind and soul, no one noticed that he was still lying on his stomach on the roof.

This is also normal.

After all, lying on the floor came from separate souls, both of them had Mahayana cultivation bases, one did mental calculations and the other did not. They were extra careful, and it was difficult for the head of the Sifang Sect to detect the clues.

Cang Zhu listened to the corner for a long time, couldn't hold back her words anymore, and said, "Is this the Supreme Being recognized by the Holy Sword as you said?"

He came to the conclusion carelessly: "I don't think there's anything very special about it. The guy from Sifangzong got out of it in a few words. It seems that we don't need to do it ourselves, just leave it to Sifangzong."

After all, Cang Zhu swept across Jin Fu meaningfully.

He said that Ye Feizhe was nothing special, but Cang Zhu still had some scruples about Ye Feizhe.

Who told Jin Fu to be so distracted that he never returned, and his vitality was seriously injured?

Cang Zhu didn't want to fall into Jinfu's field, and was happy to see the head of the Sifang Sect do it for him.

Being in the middle of two younger boys is almost the most humiliating thing in Jin Fu's life.

He understood Cang Zhu's hint, and his face turned blue and red: "You better hope that the head of the Sifang Sect can solve him! Otherwise, you and I will have to take action."

Cang Zhu didn't care much and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I'm not a waste snack like you, even a little-known junior would overturn in the gutter."

He showed an extremely sinister smile, and he was determined to win: "I am here today, and I will definitely tell the future Lord of the Demonic Way with the title that he will not see the sun of tomorrow!"

The two chatted, and then listened to the conversation in the room.

The head of the Sifang Sect, Ye Fei, scrutinized him for a long time.

Ye Feizhe raised his head and looked at him without knowing why, with innocent eyes and a bewildered expression.

After a while, the head of the Sifang Sect said: "You are not a disaster for the world."

His tone was affirmative, which showed that he already had a conclusion in his mind.

Ye Feizhe said, "I'm not."

Thanks to the head of the Sifang Sect, the real misfortune was deliberately bought by him to buy medicine.

Li Wanli chimed in and said, "That's right! The garden of Ye Daoyou's house was smashed by the disaster, how could it be the disaster?"

The head of the Sifang Sect pondered for a moment, then said, "You are not a demon cultivator."

still affirmative

Ye Feizhe: "I'm not."

Taking ten thousand steps back, he has no cultivation base and has not yet embarked on the path of cultivation. Even if he does not admit his master, Ye Feizhe will not be able to stand up to Moxiu at all.

Li Wanli plucked up his courage: "You Daoyou Ye has such an elegant taste and a refined person, how could he be a demon cultivator?"

The corner of the eyebrows of the head of the Sifang Sect slowly twitched, and he hesitated to speak.

With all due respect, the person who can understand and appreciate Li Wanli's howling ghosts and wolves is definitely not a normal immortal cultivator.

If it is taken seriously, it is possible to truly appreciate Li Wanli's terrifying singing with Moxiu's gloomy taste.

But in the end, he just nodded slightly to Ye Fei: "You are fine."

Ye Feizhe said reservedly: "Thank you."

He also thought he was fine.

Li Wanli was complacent: "Yes, I said that it should be very good to have a bosom friend who tastes as elegant and extraordinary as Daoyou Ye."

"It's not big or small! How can you easily call Daoyou Ye?"

The head of the Sifang sect turned cold in an instant, and reprimanded Li Wanlidao.

Li Wanli: "Huh???"

His name is not Ye Feizhe Fellow Daoist, so what should he be called Ye Feizhe?Little friend?

Li Wanli was filled with sadness.

Obviously, the friendship between him and Ye Feizhe transcends the world and spans time and space, so why are they still bound and disturbed by these vulgar rules?Why is it that he doesn't care about the difference in status between himself and Ye Feizhe, and is willing to hand over every detail, yet still be ruthlessly obstructed by his elders?

The next sentence of the head of the Sifang sect made Li Wanli lose his temper: "You should call him Shishu."

Fine.

Li Wanli suddenly woke up.

What the head of the Sifang sect didn't care about was offending the majesty of the Sifang sect.

But he offended Ye Feizhe's majesty.

Which one is his grandson?

The head of Sifang Sect asked Ye Fei in a gentle voice, "Would you like to be my disciple?"

Ye Feizhe: "???"

The system was puzzled there: "The head of the Sifang sect knows your true identity, shouldn't he be beating and killing you? Why did he suddenly want to accept you as a disciple?"

Jinfu Cangzhu on the roof: "???"

The two of them were also puzzled there, looking at each other: "Sifangzong's prudishness knows that it is unfair. Shouldn't it be eradicated immediately? Why are you so sympathetic to each other and want to accept disciples?"

That old guy from Sifangzong doesn't look like he's out of his mind, does he? ? ?

When Ye Feizhe himself was also at a loss, the head of the Sifang Sect pointed out the injustice: "I know the origin and meaning of your knife."

Ye Feizhe: "..."

It is precisely because he knows that you know that he is even more confused about which muscle the head of the Sifang Sect made a mistake and wanted to accept him as a disciple.

The head of the Sifang Sect said: "Wan Li said that you have encountered disasters, but you have no cultivation."

After all, he rarely looked soft, staring at Ye Feizhe like a spring breeze breaking through the ice, and he didn't care that Ye Feizhe himself was even more at a loss because of his broken expressions that didn't express his meaning.

What a boy.

The head of the Sifang Sect thought.

He has injustice, he has the most evil and unpredictable magic weapon in the world, and he has such a hard-to-find foundation. As long as he thinks about it, the cultivation level that ordinary people strive for is easily available to him.

However, Ye Feizhe is still like a mortal, without cultivation.

He must have guessed about the evil nature of the injustice.

That's why he is unwilling to embark on the path of cultivation, even if he has been mediocre all his life.