Regarding senior brother’s behavior, Xian Mo Karma’s evaluation is——
Hopeless!
Can't be saved!
Just wait to be arranged by your uncle!
It's been more than ten years. There has been no progress at all for more than ten years. During this period of time, the uncle held his sword and fought from the east to the west of the realm of destruction, and then from the south to the north. The blade of the ice moth's sword was stained with blood. The chop was blunt, and in the end, the realm of destruction was directly suppressed.
When I came back, I saw that the senior brother hadn't even moved.
I don’t dare to think about what will happen next.
Xia Chenglin said calmly and calmly: "Is it that serious?"
For an innate person of his level, ten years is nothing at all, so...
He was in no rush.
It's definitely not that I haven't thought about how to tell Cui Luohan.
"Junior brother's personal suggestion is that while my uncle is not free these days, why don't you go clarify the matter with your sister-in-law first?"
In the end, Xianmo Karma decided to save his senior brother. His senior brother treated him very well on weekdays. At this time, he naturally wanted to save him. You must know that his senior brother still has time and can completely turn the tide.
“Huh?”
Even if his junior brother said so, he still decided to take it slow.
"Brother, have you ever heard of an old saying?"
"What old saying?"
"Good words can't persuade a damned devil."
Xian Mo Yu said that he was very tired at the moment. It was really not that he, the junior brother, did not want to save his senior brother, but that the senior brother wanted to die on his own.
Just dig a hole and bury yourself in it.
As long as the senior brother troubles the master to help him for a day or two, and then he goes to his sister-in-law to clarify the matter, or even brings the person back directly, most likely nothing will happen after the senior uncle comes back, and he will just let nature take its course. That's it.
It's a pity that there is no ordinary thing in this world, and the senior brother is really stubborn. Later, when the arrangements are made clear by the senior uncle, don't come to him for help.
As for why Xianmo Karma knew about this...
Naturally, at the uncle's wedding banquet in the past, a certain uncle who did not want to be named "accidentally" leaked the information and betrayed the person.
"Master is back too?" Xia Chenglin asked instead of delving further into this topic.
He was just confirming from his junior brother's side, because the possibility of his junior brother coming back alone was very slim, and besides, the junior brother's words were conclusive just now.
Xianmo Yuyuan replied: "That's natural."
"Speaking of which, why haven't you seen Ye Yun?"
"It's transforming. I'll send it to the Wanxiang Zhenzang later in the day so that the long-haired boy and Torch Fengju can watch it."
"Now that you have time, tell me about your experience in the realm of destruction."
Xia Chenglin stood up and formed a round table in the center of Cuixin Hall, with a set of tea sets neatly placed on it.
After the two of them took their seats, Xian Mo Yue said slowly: "There's nothing to say. It's okay for senior brother to listen. It just so happens that junior brother has something he needs help from."
Regarding the things that happened in the realm of destruction, he will write a book specifically to talk about it later, just in time to make his first pot of gold.
Speaking of which, there seems to be no particularly famous painter in the Confucian sect.
Daomen Dharma Sect does have...
If he remembered correctly, the disciple of Jie Tianlai, the leader of the Tribunal of the Three Religions, should be called Meng Danqing. I'll see if I can ask someone to help me and connect with me. I can't rely entirely on my uncle for my connections. To expand.
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details." Xia Chenglin started to prepare tea.
Although Xia Chenglin from the Destruction Realm group did not participate, it did not mean that he could not guess the general direction. As usual, the master raised his sword to kill all those who were uncooperative, and the remaining ones would cooperate in the follow-up.
That's why he needed to ask for some details from his junior brother.
"There is a force of three religions in the territory of Destruction, named Confucianism, Sage, Buddhism and Taoism. I heard the details..."
Xian Mo Cause and Effect slowly opened his mouth and talked about the harvest of this trip.
Regardless of the fact that the state of annihilation will never see the light of day, that environment is much better than the current state of suffering. Who told the state of suffering to enter the period of the Dharma End? Moreover, the classics collected by Confucian saints, Buddhists and Taoists are also a great foundation.
The state of destruction has its own world and emotions, and correspondingly, it also has its own characteristics.
Xian Mo Karma and Ci Hangdu discussed a lot of things, such as the method of entering the non-turning wheel. He got a copy from Zhongtian. This thing can be used for study.
Next, he still needs to take another trip to the boundless sea of learning. His uncle decided that he would send the compensation given to Xian Zhiyin by the gods.
It can be said that they have begun to pave the way for him in advance, which can be said to be well-intentioned.
In the past few years, he had dealt with the aftermath of what needed to be dealt with, and then he was going to go to the hometown of Tianfo to study. Fortunately, during his time in the realm of destruction, he learned a lot from the senior Buddha Emperor.
Just, the Buddhist master shouldn’t hate him, right?
"About this matter, what does master mean?" Xia Chenglin did not directly agree with his junior brother's idea.
After all, he has not yet inherited the position of chief executive, and now he is just practicing.
When encountering major issues, Lin Chongyang still has to make the decision.
"Master uncle's intention is, of course, to let us make our own decision, and he will be our backer." Xian Mo Yuanyu spread his hands.
The uncle had high hopes for his senior brother, but he almost didn't throw the Shengtian Ming Order, which represented the identity of the principal, in advance. Although senior brother's personal affairs have made zero progress in the past ten years, looking at the current situation, the internal affairs of the sect should have almost been taken over.
Xia Chenglin pondered and said, "Is that so? Let's put this matter on hold for now."
"Is there still no manpower available at the door?" Xian Mo Yiyi was a little curious.
"After all, the realm of destruction is different from the realm of misery. Then let Yun Qian follow you to help. He will be able to break through the realm after a while."
"Senior brother."
"Um?"
"I just got back."
"I'd like to trouble my junior brother about this matter." Xia Chenglin poured a cup of tea and slowly pushed it to Xian Mo Karma.
"Let's talk about it first. I will go to Tianfo's hometown in a while."
"It doesn't matter, I just sent him a message."
Xian Mo Cause and Effect began to curse. Although he was not a human being, his senior brother had really learned the essence of his uncle in this aspect. He could be said to be a true teacher, and even he, a child of about two hundred years old, wanted to squeeze him out.
"Okay." He picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
It is also a very wonderful experience for a friend to become a nephew.
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The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the light fragrance floating around is different.
In Ji Wuxia's memory, there are three very unique scents. One is the scent of wine; the other is the scent of plum; and the other is somewhere between the scent of ink and medicine. They are paradoxical and the most pleasant smell.
The night was as cool as a wash, the ink on the calligraphy on the desk was still wet, and the wine bag was placed casually on the edge of the desk. The fragrance of plum blossoms carried by the breeze was a little different at this time.
The subtle light fragrance spreads, becoming more and more clear from far to near.
Looking up, he saw a figure pushing open the door and entering, as elegant as before.
"You're back?" The blue and white figure standing in front of the case hung the brush in his hand back to the pen holder and said to the returning person very naturally.
The elegant blue eyes met those deep golden ones, as if time was frozen at this moment.
"Well, I'm back."
