The air in the courtyard was a little tense for a moment, and the two senior brothers looked at each other with awe-inspiring sword auras.
The sword cultivator is not good at talking, and he prefers to speak with his sword than with his lips.
Who is right and who is wrong will be revealed in a fight.
The two faced each other with swords, sword energy bursting out.
At this moment: "Dong Dong", there were two muffled sounds, and two chicken bones hit their heads. One hit for each person was very fair.
The two of them immediately squatted on the ground with their heads wrapped around their heads, tears streaming down their cheeks. The fairy sword fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
The old Taoist outside the small courtyard spit out a chicken bone, jumped up, and flew towards the main peak of Qingyuan.
"It's nothing! Each and every one of them has a low moral character and a bad tone, and they always talk about the world. What is the world? Nothing is the world. The roast chicken in your mouth is the world!"
Gui Zai'er has become a disciple, and if he speaks out, he will throw water away. I will spit out my words and tell him that he will do what he says if he demolishes the Palace of Eternal Life.
My disciple, how can I let him enter the school with a grudge?
The old Taoist has not wielded a sword, but when he reaches the realm of demon transformation, he can control the wind and fly with his true body. He was flying with lightning speed all the way, knocking away the clouds. In a moment, he was above the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain, looking at the solemn Palace of Eternal Life. He transformed into a giant turtle about three feet in size and smashed towards the Palace of Eternal Life like a meteorite.
In the Hall of Eternal Life, Feng Yiju opened his eyes and glanced at the roof, then rolled up his sleeves and rolled up the boy and walked out of the hall.
boom!
With a loud noise, the Palace of Eternal Life collapsed.
Rocks flying.
The boy's mouth opened in astonishment.
Who dares to attack the Palace of Eternal Life? Has my Qingyuan Sect fallen? Why doesn't the formation intercept?
The smoke and dust dispersed slightly, and they saw Master Ge's uncle pressing down on the master and beating him.
The other party is the uncle, the elder. Even if Feng Yiju is the leader, he only dares to dodge. He shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly
"Uncle Ge..."
"Shut up!" Ge Laodao was unreasonable and unforgiving: "Don't admit your mistake. How can you beat someone if you admit your mistake?!"
"Uncle Ge, that's the leader!" The scholar who came over shouted in shock.
Ge Laodao glanced at him. What about the leader? If the old man throws a tantrum, he will hit you!
What about the leader? It’s like no one has ever done it before!
When the previous head of the generation was seriously injured and dying, it was when the Qingyuan Sect was in turmoil. In order to reassure people, the senior brothers, who had similar moral standards, took turns to take charge of the Qingyuan Sect as the old head. Slow down. After regaining his footing, Feng Yiju succeeded him as the leader more than twenty years later.
He, Ge Jiansan, also did official business in the Palace of Eternal Life and was the leader!
Ge Laodao punched Feng Yiju into the ruins: "This punch is for my disciple. I will beat you to the point where you are so stupid that you want to control the divine beast!"
Feng Yiju did not dare to resist. Ge Laodao had a high status and a special status. Not just seniority, Master Feng Yiju is Ge Laodao's younger brother, who was brought up by Ge Laodao. Not to mention beating him, he had become a disciple back then, and his master always beat him as he asked.
Not daring to resist, he had to endure it. Feng Yiju had just emerged from the ashes when he was punched by Ge Laodao again: "You are not doing your job properly with this punch! How can you insult a scholar if you don't act like a good monk?" Who are you sneaking around and plotting against all day long?"
When he spoke, he glanced sideways at the scholar, and the scholar suddenly felt like he was dead.
Feng Yiju swept away the rubble and climbed out: "Master..."
boom!
"This punch means you haven't been doing your job properly for sixty years! What a good sect, what has it become now? It's like fighting for power and power!"
boom!
"This punch is unkind to you as a father! The little girl is as afraid of you as a tiger and is unkind to her own daughter. How can I trust you to treat your disciples well?!"
Feng Yiju, who originally offered no resistance, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Ge Laodao.
"Uncle Master, this is my family matter."
Ge Laodao looked down at him with extremely serious eyes: "As the leader, you have no family matters! Every word, every action you take is a major event for the sect!"
Feng Yiju said nothing.
Ge Laodao yelled and punched out. He was smashed directly out of the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain.
"This punch will bully you! Why don't you dare to resist after being beaten for so long?! You are the leader! Even if the ancestors of all generations are resurrected, no one can beat the leader like this!!"
Ge Laodao shouted hysterically.
He originally just wanted to turn over the table and throw a splash to vent his anger on his apprentice, but for some reason, when he saw Feng Yiju who looked elegant, he couldn't help but take action.
Where is the Feng Yiju who used to fight with swords and enjoy grudges in the end of the world? When did you think you were a scholar because of the reputation of being a gentleman? Just study, why do you want to learn those bad habits?
Deserve a beating!
In Li Nanyuan, Su He was dumbfounded. Just now, a scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. A huge tortoise smashed into a hall. The tortoise transformed into Ge Laodao, and then violently beat Feng Yiju.
His first reaction: This is fake.
After all, no one else saw this scene except him.
Then Su He realized that this was a scene specially sent to him by the old Taoist. There was an inexplicable shock in my heart, and I was an old man who was careless and not doing his job properly, but he didn't bother to lie.
He went to the main peak of Qingyuan and demolished the Palace of Eternal Life!
Su He's heart suddenly seemed to be grabbed by something, his throat was choked, and an unexplainable feeling surged out of his heart.
The last time I felt like this was in my last life, when I was scolded as a fatherless child, and then an older kid in the courtyard who bullied him every day took him and beat him back without saying a word, but he never got beaten back.
That time, Su He burst into tears. He doesn't care about being bullied or suffering, but he can't stand people being nice to him.
Such as Feng Yaya, such as Su Huanian, such as Ge Laodao. Even for Xia Dali, he had a strong impression.
It wasn't until Feng Yaya poked his turtle shell that Su He came back to his senses. The class was over and he had left class. Half of the disciples in Li Nanyuan have left, and the remaining half are looking at Su He from a distance, curious about the existence of the dragon turtle.
"Big turtle, mother left again." Seeing Su He come to his senses, Feng Yaya poked his turtle scales and said gloomily: "Mother left without me, and Aunt Lin is not here either. Da Zhuang doesn't know where he ran. Gone. It must have seen that you were awake and no longer needed to take care of me, so it ran away..."
At this moment, a majestic camel was standing on a deserted hill with a depressed mood. It quietly looked at the rushing water beneath it, feeling a little disinterested.
The eyes of the Xuanyue beast were so good that it could see clearly through the heavy rain and hundreds of miles away. The old man went to be the leader and vented his anger on Wugui.
Feng Yaya followed Wugui to class early, and no one noticed that he was gone.
I really want to die here, so dead that I can't save him anymore. When they find out, it's too late, and I want them to hold his body and cry and regret it.
On the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain, the voice of the dead old Taoist came out sonorously and forcefully: "On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the old Taoist will hold a ceremony for accepting disciples at Tinghai Lake. I hope all of you will come and bear witness!"
The camel's heart was filled with despair.
Dozens of golden lights shot out in all directions from Qingyuan Mountain. This was Ge Laodao inviting other friends to come and support him.
He has never taught an apprentice in his life, and even his own son was thrown into the sword-washing pool to be accepted by his friends as apprentices. The little Taoist boys who serve him now are all nominally his son's Taoist boys.
He has never taken on a disciple before, and he will never do so again.
Only the Dragon Turtle is special.
The first disciples who have been recruited for thousands of years are the junior disciples who have closed their doors.
