Fairy, help me practice

　Chen Yao's body, which was full of immortal spirit and had been well-trained, flashed nimbly and he was able to avoid it.

　The monk was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an arrogant look on his face. It was obvious that he was the one who was holding his breath and controlling the weapon, rushing recklessly on the narrow mountain path, but he seemed to think that the fault was with Chen Yao.

　"Have you got any eyes? What kind of people are Ming Zhan's subordinates? Humph!"

　After cursing for a while, he lifted up the Yin-Yang fish inkstone under his feet and disappeared into the sea of ​​fog at a high speed.

　Chen Yao was stunned and looked at Qing Ming.

　Qing Ming's pretty face was filled with anger, but then she sighed helplessly, "This man's name is Bai Gui, he's in the late Foundation Establishment stage, and he's considered a rising star at Guan Yuan Peak. He's been very popular in recent years thanks to his great-uncle being the eldest disciple at Guan Yuan Peak, so he's become incredibly arrogant."

　Late stage of foundation building? So arrogant? His tone made it seem as if Ming Zhan was just a servant of his family.

　It seems that Ming Zhan's situation in Ming Yangzong is indeed not optimistic.

　Chen Yao shook his head. However, he had no way to help her at the moment. After all, it was their sect's business. He should get in touch with her first, hoping to extract the entry that could improve the water attribute qualifications as soon as possible.

　The two arrived in front of Chaoyun Temple and Qingming knocked on the door.

　The old green wooden door creaked open.

　Ming Zhan was standing under a green pine tree in the yard at this time, with his hands behind his back.

　There was a hint of uncontrollable resentment between her beautiful eyebrows.

　Qing Ming had been with her day and night, so she naturally sensed that her master was in a bad mood. She timidly said, "Master, Junior Brother Chen is here."

　"Ah."

　Ming Zhan agreed absentmindedly and did not move for a long time, as if he was still immersed in the bad mood just now.

　After a while, she turned around and gave Chen Yao a wry smile: "My dear nephew, I'm afraid you can't stay here with me anymore."

Chapter 142 Beating the Watchdog

　"what happened?"

　Chen Yao looked at Ming Zhan and guessed that this might be related to the arrogant Guan Yuan Peak disciple Bai Gui just now.

　Ming Zhan looked at Qing Ming and said helplessly, "An order from Qin Yang Zhenren has come from Guan Yuan Peak, asking me to send you to Guan Yuan Peak to practice cultivation immediately."

　Chen Yao sneered, "What a big deal! They made the decision without even asking for my opinion?"

　Ming Zhan frowned and said, "My dear nephew, please don't be unhappy. Guan Yuan Peak's visualization method is the best in Mingyang. It would be a good place to practice."

　However, Chen Yao didn't intend to be moved around like a rare commodity.

　He asked Ming Zhan directly: "Where is Master Qinyang? I'll go find him."

　"This……"

　Ming Zhan was a little embarrassed, but after all, Chen Yao's identity and background might really be her chance to turn things around. After thinking about it, she finally decided to follow her heart.

　"Okay, Uncle Master will take you there."

　This time, even if I risk everything, I don’t care if I offend them again!

　Having made up his mind, Ming Zhan stepped out of Chaoyun Temple with his gray silk stockings and white high heels, his shawl fluttering in the wind.

　Qingming followed closely, but was stopped by her: "Qingming, you should take care of the affairs of the temple. Someone from the Nanyun Sect is coming to visit today and needs to be received. Don't neglect them."

　"But Master..."

　Qingming was worried and wanted to stand by Mingzhan's side.

　Ming Zhan said "hmm" in a coercive and questioning manner.

　Qing Ming lowered his head: "Disciple understands."

　"Nephew, follow me."

　Ming Zhan stretched out a bare hand and flipped it in the air like a flower.

　The clouds and mist beneath her feet condensed, and soon gathered into a cloud boat that could accommodate two people.

　Chen Yao boarded the cloud boat, and the two went directly to Huiri Peak, which was presided over by Qinyang Zhenren.

　In a moment, the cloud boat broke through the sea of ​​clouds and hovered on the Jieying Peak of Huiri Peak.

　The disciples on the peak had nothing to do and were dozing off.

　Ming Zhan coughed.

　The disciples did not react.

　Ming Zhan frowned and looked at Chen Yao awkwardly.

　Chen Yao pretended to look at the scenery to avoid making her more embarrassed.

　Mingzhan raised the corners of his mouth and found Chen Yao more and more pleasing to the eye.

　Although this boy has a profound background, he does not have the slightest bit of the frivolous airs of the playboys...

　Seeing that the disciples treated him like nothing, Ming Zhan had no choice but to speak: "Please inform Brother Qinyang that Ming Zhan of Chaoyun Temple and Chen Yao of Kuanglu Sect are seeking an audience."

　After hearing what she said, the two disciples of Huiri Peak, who were not sure whether they were pretending to sleep or really asleep, rubbed their sleepy eyes and got up from the pine pavilion.

　They looked at Mingzhan impatiently, "What are you so anxious about? Just wait! Master has something important to attend to right now, so why would he care about your menial tasks of serving tea and water and welcoming guests?"

　After saying that, the two of them returned to the pine pavilion, took out chess pieces from their sleeves, and started playing chess.

　Ming Zhan had no choice but to suppress his anger and talk softly again: "It's not Chaoyun Temple that wants to disturb you, it's Chen Yao from Kuanglu Sect who wants to visit..."

　"The Kuanglu Sect is only a second-rate sect, why would they be so honored? Wait!"

　The disciple who was guiding him stretched out his sleeves outside the pine pavilion and waved them impatiently.

　Anger appeared on Ming Zhan's pretty face, but after hesitating for a while, he sighed dejectedly.

　"Now I truly appreciate the wisdom of the folk saying: A tiger in trouble is no better than a dog, and a phoenix stripped of its feathers is no better than a chicken."

　Chen Yao's temper also flared up. He snorted coldly and flew off the flying boat.

　Ming Zhan was startled and tried to pull his sleeve, but failed, so he had to follow him and fly down the Jieying Peak.

　The two guiding disciples sat opposite each other in the pine pavilion, playing chess leisurely, seemingly oblivious to everything around them, giving off a Taoist and immortal air.

　Chen Yao quickly stepped into the pine pavilion, and before the two men could really react, he grabbed their necks and pressed their faces hard onto the chessboard.

　The jade chessboard shattered with a "crack", and the chess pieces flew everywhere.

　The two of them cried out in pain, "Ouch, oh!", shocked and angry.

　"What are you doing, kid!"

　One of them swung out a golden whip from his sleeve and hit Chen Yao on the back with a thunderbolt.

　Chen Yao was completely unaware, but the golden whip shattered.

　The disciple who received the guidance gasped.

　The other person was more cunning and said quickly: "Daoyou...Daoyou, please talk it over nicely..."

　"You want to talk now?"

　The two nodded repeatedly.

　Chen Yao smiled grimly: "Too late!"

　He picked up the two men like dead chickens and hit their heads hard.

　The two men screamed at the same time, blood splattering from their nostrils.

　"You're just two Qi Refiners, yet you dare to look down on others like that? Whose influence are you borrowing from? Could it be that the dignified Mingyang Sect, the sacred place of the South Sea immortal cultivation world, is such a snobbish and vulgar place?"

　Chen Yao's voice was very loud.

　The two guiding disciples kept begging for mercy.

　Chen Yao hit the two men's heads like pigs, then let go and slapped each of them.

　The two men flew out of the pine pavilion like torn sacks, fell to the ground and rolled for more than ten feet before stopping.

　"Go and inform Immortal Qinyang that Chen Yao from Hanyu Peak of Kuanglu Sect wants to talk to him."

　Chen Yao lifted up the hem of her skirt and sat upright in the pine pavilion.

　The two disciples who were guiding the group had venom in their eyes:

　"Okay! Okay! I'll go and report right away!"

　After saying that, the two of them ran up the mountain path.

　Ming Zhan looked at the handsome young man in the pine pavilion, who was completely different from the brutal young man who had just attacked him. A long-forgotten place in his heart was gently touched.

　Forget it, I might as well just be a nominal elder in Mingyang Sect, welcoming and seeing off guests. There is no hope, so I might as well join him and make a fuss, take a gamble.

　After realizing this, she calmed down, stepped lightly on her high heels, walked into the pine pavilion, smoothed the hem of her skirt that was curling up her hips, and sat down gracefully opposite Chen Yao.

　"I have a jar of fine goldfinch. Would you like to try it, nephew?"

　Chen Yao looked at the mature and beautiful woman, his eyes swept through the mist and light, and said with a smile: "Beautiful people and beautiful scenery are just right for beautiful tea."

　Ming Zhan heard his frivolous words and pretended to be angry and spit. He then took out the tea set, gathered the best spring water, and concentrated on making tea.

　The two of them sat facing each other quietly, with only the sound of boiling tea.

　The tea has been boiled three times and the aroma is delicious.

　The sound of messy footsteps could also be heard on the mountain path.

　Soon, two disciples came down with pig-headed heads on their heads and pointed at Chen Yao, saying, "Grandmaster, Master, that's him! And Chaoyun Temple, that's the one with the crooked elbows!"

　Zhenren Qinyang led a group of people down the mountain path with a stern face.

　In addition to his disciples, there were also people from Guan Yuanfeng around him, including Bai Gui, who almost knocked Chen Yao down.

　Qin Yang wanted to raise an army to question the culprit, but when the refreshing and pleasant aroma of tea wafted into his nose, he could not help but nod.

　Looking at Ming Zhan who was concentrating on the tea ceremony, he raised his eyebrows.

　Ever since that incident, I haven't seen this woman so peaceful in many years...

　Thinking back to the day when the incident happened, Mingzhan was sitting alone on the mountainside, fighting against more than a hundred monks alone, Qinyang couldn't help but feel fearful.

　"It's been a long time since I smelled Junior Sister's fragrant tea."

　This was the first time in many years that Qin Yang spoke to Ming Zhan directly.

　"Yeah...it's been a long time..."

　Ming Zhan sighed, poured a cup of tea for Chen Yao and gently handed it to him.

　Bai Gui, who was standing behind Qin Yang, snorted coldly and released his spiritual energy to intercept the cup of tea.

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Chapter 143 Your Challenge, I Accept

　The tea suddenly turned, water droplets splashed everywhere, and the teacup shattered.

　The scalding water splashed onto Mingzhan's pretty face, and her skin instantly turned pink. The water dripped down from the tip of her nose and her chin.

　Chen Yao frowned.

　Qinyang relaxed his brows.

　"Uncle Qinyang, why do you have to condescend to humiliate yourself like this? You are just a criminal, but instead of guarding the gate, you actually go back and forth to Sun Peak and compete with the young Qi Refiners for work."

　Bai Gui sneered and looked at Ming Zhan provocatively and contemptuously.

　In his opinion, for an elder of Qin Yang's level to speak a word to Ming Zhan would be an insult to his status.

　Chen Yao looked at the shame and embarrassment in Mingzhan's eyes, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her.

　Mingzhan looked at him gratefully, then dodged and took the handkerchief to wipe it himself.

　Bai Gui spat, "I was wondering why you were so bold today. Turns out you're having an affair with a guy from outside the clan. Are you planning a rebellion?"

　Ming Zhanshu's face turned even redder with anger, and he finally couldn't suppress his anger anymore: "Bai Gui, what nonsense are you talking about!"

　Bai Gui laughed heartily, stood up, and put his hands on his hips, turning his neck: "Why, Uncle Mingzhan wants to revive the heroic spirit of the day when he could defeat a hundred people alone? If you have the guts, use this pot of tea to take my head."

　Ming Zhan's face was filled with anger, his bare hands gripping the teacup, his fingertips red, but he was helpless.

　Since that day, she has been restricted by the sect leader, and no magic spells are effective against the sect's disciples.