When Young Master Ling set out on his return journey, the news about Fengwu City had already been placed on the desk of Master Wuji Sect Ling Yungao.
The first thing he received was a summons from Yang Xiangtian, who briefly explained how the young sect leader was robbed, and in the middle mentioned the matter of snatching back a female disciple of Danxia Palace.
Yang Xiangtian didn't care, but Ling Yungao paid attention.
He had watched this nephew grow up, and he knew very well what his temper was. Normally, seventeen or eighteen years old would be an age where you know you want a woman, but he seems to have no such nerve and just plays around all day long.
With his reputation as the young sect leader, there are always people who want to cling to him with the intention of being greedy and vain, or they may have bad intentions and want to destroy his foundation. But no one has succeeded so far. In his eyes, women are not as interesting as the birds in the back mountains.
Now, a young female cultivator was suddenly snatched away from Danxia Palace. This is intriguing.
So he sent out an interrogation, and that night, he received a letter from You Yan.
So it turns out that the little female cultivator actually has a body made of jade. No wonder the boy suddenly changed his gender.
He called Yang Xiangtian and showed him You Yan's letter.
Yang Xiangtian was surprised and accepted it well: "In that case, let him accept it. The conflict between the spirit and demon energy in his body will be difficult once it breaks out. It would be nice if it could alleviate some pain."
After saying that, he couldn't help but complain: "You can clearly explain, but you insist on talking back to me. This guy's temper is neither like Senior Brother Ling nor Senior Sister Jiang. I really don't know who he is like."
Ling Yunwen said: "He is born different from others, and I don't have time to discipline him. Some left-wingers can understand it. You go back and tell Master Hua and let her take care of it, so as not to do anything wrong with the little nun." It leads people to bad things.”
Yang Xiangtian said yes and went out to do errands.
On the other side, Elder Yi Ming, who had set out on the same day, arrived at Danxia Palace one day in advance.
After settling his disciples, he went to deliver a message to Master Changling and apologize.
After hearing what he said, Master Changling sighed: "It's just a few days' journey, I thought nothing could go wrong, but I didn't expect..."
Elder Yi Ming apologized: "I feel guilty for failing the trust entrusted by Senior Brother Changling."
Master Changling waved his hand: "It's not your fault, junior brother, don't worry about it. In the final analysis, she and Danxia Palace lacked some fate, so they missed it."
The two brothers said a few words, and then Elder Yi Ming took his leave.
Yue Yunqiao, who was squatting outside the door and eavesdropping, rushed in with an anxious look on her face: "Master, what's wrong with Junior Sister Bai?"
Master Changling handed Bai Mengjin's letter to her: "She is fine, but she can't come to Danxia Palace."
Bai Mengjin wrote two letters, one to Changling Zhenren and one to Yue Yunqiao, briefly explaining what happened and then apologizing to them.
After Yue Yunqiao finished reading, her voice was filled with tears: "How could she not come? I have prepared many things for her!"
Huo Chongxiao, who followed behind, comforted her: "Junior sister, this is her good future. As friends, we cannot delay her for our own selfishness."
Yue Yunqiao understood this truth, but she was still sad: "We are so far apart, it will be difficult to see each other in the future."
Master Changling touched her head: "When you have established the foundation, I will send you to attend the spiritual conference. If she goes too, you will be able to see her."
"Really?"
"Of course." Master Changling smiled, "So you have to practice hard. You are only one step away from building the foundation. This time you can rush forward in one breath."
Yue Yunqiao clenched her fists: "I will definitely work hard!"
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Two days later, the convoy arrived at Wuji Sect.
Bai Mengxing got out of the car, but saw the vast mist in front of him, and asked strangely: "Aren't we going to Wuji Mountain? Why does it look like the sea?"
"This is not a sea, it is a swamp." Bai Menglian took the opportunity to teach him, "There is a swamp named Yunwu to the south of Wuji Mountain. If you had been more serious when you were in school, you wouldn't have asked such stupid questions. Since you have come to Wuji Sect, , you will memorize the sect records first."
Bai Mengxing drooped his ears: "Oh..."
Yunwuze is very lively, with ships parked at the pier, restaurants and shops all around, and Xianmen disciples coming and going, almost forming a town.
As soon as the convoy arrived, someone immediately came to pick it up. A large, exquisite and gorgeous ship slowly docked, and the boatman quickly put up planks.
So, Master Ling didn't even get out of the car and got on the boat directly.
The big ship left the dock, and Ling Bufei finally said: "Want to go down and play?"
Bai Mengjin, who was buried in a pile of books, raised his head and glanced at him. Oh, after two days, Master Ling is finally done with his anger and is willing to take the initiative to talk to her?
He somehow offended him that night, and when he later invited her to ride with him, he still acted like he was ignoring her.
Bai Mengjin didn't have the habit of coaxing others. If he didn't speak, he would just do his own thing. So Sect Leader Ling Shao was angry for two days in vain and finally calmed himself down.
"Okay!" Since he begged for peace, she would hand him a ladder.
Ling Bufei breathed a sigh of relief, got up and got out of the car.
The clouds and mist under the sun are sparkling and beautiful, reflecting the Wuji Mountain in the distance, like a stroke of ink painted by an immortal, which makes people feel more open-minded.
Bai Mengxing yelled, pointing at the little dots flying in the distance and asked, "What are those? Are they fishing?"
Ling Bufei said casually: "That's the disciple cleaning up the water animals. It's not wrong to say fishing."
Bai Mengxing groaned and looked down: "Is there a water beast down there?"
"Of course. We rely on mountains to eat mountains, and we rely on water to eat water. Half of our Wuji Sect's food is various aquatic products."
Bai Mengxing was shocked: "We won't have to fish in the future, right?"
Ling Bufei nodded: "If I remember correctly, the Deacon Hall will arrange for disciples to take turns hunting beasts."
……horrible! Immortal disciples actually want to work part-time as fishermen! Bai Mengxing's dream of flying around with a sword dressed like a fairy every day was shattered.
Ling Bufei looked him up and down and said, "The first step in entering the Immortal Sect is to get rid of your bad habits. You are not free to eat."
That's right, but isn't it too ironic to say it from a fairy man full of bad habits?
Bai Mengjin smiled and turned his head.
"Why are you laughing?" Ling Bufei said angrily, "When I was a child, I slept with the rooster crowing in the middle of the night, okay?"
Bai Mengjin was curious: "You wake up so early, what do you do every day?"
"Listen to the class." Thinking of those days, Ling Bu felt helpless, "Uncle Master said that as a young sect leader, even if I can't practice, I can't know anything about it. So I have to take all the classes that others have to take. "
"Master uncle?" Venerable Kumu is the master uncle. Who is this master uncle?
"Grandpa is my maternal grandfather's senior sister..." Before he could finish his words, someone came from the direction of Wuji Mountain.
Two rows of disciples riding spiritual beasts formed a formation and shouted in unison: "Welcome the young sect master back to the mountain."
The posture was very impressive and the pomp was huge, but under Bai Mengjin's surprised gaze, Master Ling felt inexplicably embarrassed to see anyone.
