Just as Bai Lian said, the next day, Su Guanhai came carrying Su Jing with his feet on the fire lotus and his aura disappearing.
Only in the eyes of a practitioner can one see the sky dyed red by the red lotus fire.
Su Guanhai seemed carefree and lazy, but in the past two years, Bai Lian knew it.
This leader of a sect is actually just like his father, a very busy big man.
Therefore, he could rush here in the early morning, and Bailian's head was naturally warm.
The moment Su Guanhai landed in the courtyard, he saw Bailian pushing out the door.
Su Guanhai, who came this morning, was dressed very simply, wearing a very common scholar's attire in a Confucian shirt.
He came with Su Jing, just like an extremely ordinary father and son among the people.
Even though he heard everything that happened here from Su Jing's mouth, he still had a spring-like smile on his face, without any heaviness at all, and it was just like chatting at home.
He looked at Balian and said, "Have you had fun these days?"
Bai Lian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I was very happy on the first day down the mountain."
Su Guanhai nodded, seemingly very satisfied: "That day is A Jing's birthday, so naturally I am happy."
There was no hint of doting and love for his child in his tone.
"I heard that Zheng Siyan from the Guimen family is here?" Su Guanhai raised his eyes slightly and asked seemingly unintentionally.
There was no power in the tone, and the voice was not loud, but it resounded very clearly throughout Meng's house.
Not long after, Zheng Siyan came through the snow, and his face no longer looked as unruly and flamboyant as when they first met.
Like a hedgehog, he carefully restrained the thorns on his body, and greeted Su Guanhai with great respect: "Junior Zheng Siyan, I have met Sect Leader Su."
Su Guanhai, who has always had a good temper, narrowed his eyes and said very rudely: "Who asked you to come to Guangmeng City?"
A very nonsensical statement that made Zheng Siyan slightly stunned.
Looking at the fact that Taixuanzong dominates the entire southern power, and Guangmeng City is also under the jurisdiction of Taixuanzong, after all, he does not have that much right to restrict other people's rights to go where.
This is not an overbearing Demon Sect.
After being stunned for a moment, Zheng Siyan suddenly understood that the meaning of his words was not too obvious.
What he really wanted to express was who gave him the courage to cause trouble for Bai Lian in the Taixuan Sect's territory.
Zheng Siyan frowned secretly, thinking that although Su Guanhai was famous for protecting his shortcomings.
But this shortcoming of Bailian is not his Taixuanzong. Why is he so excited?
"Well... well, I heard that the plum blossoms in Guangmeng are blooming beautifully, so I came here to pick plums."
He couldn't say in front of the dignified Taixuan Sect Master that he was here to take this kid's life.
I have no choice but to act stupid while pretending to understand.
Su Guanhai said oh expressionlessly, then waved to Bai Lian and said, "Okay, you pick your plums, and we'll go home for dinner first."
Balian couldn't laugh or cry.
at this time……
"Who dares to hurt my beloved disciple..." A majestic voice that shook the sky came through the air.
In the snowy sky, a huge lightsaber suddenly descended.
The lightsaber had no hidden aura, so most of the people in the city saw this scene very clearly.
Immediately they were amazed, and they all knelt down and worshiped devoutly.
"Immortal...immortal has arrived in Guangmeng City!"
"Immortals must be here to eliminate harm for the people and kill evil spirits!"
"Goodbye! Goodbye!"
Lihe Zong's appearance was much more showy than Su Guanhai's.
The huge lightsaber descended with a bang, and the entire tiles and bricks of Meng's house were swept away by a powerful sword-force airflow.
Among the lightsabers, an old man with an immortal demeanor slowly walked out.
His beard and hair were white, and his white Taoist robe was spotless. Behind him, Shang Hong's burly figure followed step by step.
The old man's eyes were extremely cold: "Who is Bailian?"
Bai Lian stood up: "It's this junior."
The old man looked him over with cold eyes, and said coldly: "A junior who is only in the fourth level of seeking Tao dares to control ghosts and kill people so violently, causing my disciple to lose his spiritual roots. He deserves to die!"
After the word "death" was heard, the old man's aura suddenly surged, and his murderous intention rushed toward Bai Lian alone.
Balian couldn't detect the old man's strength. The gap between them was too big. To him, the old man was like an unfathomable black hole.
Just relying on the crushing power of the realm, he can instantly kill Bai Lian.
Unexpectedly, the momentum surged away.
Balian was still standing there intact.
The old man's eyes moved and he let out a light sigh. He didn't notice the secret movements of the scholar in scholar's shirt beside him. He just thought it was Bai Lian who was doing something secretly.
Then he twitched his lips and said in a cold voice: "No wonder he can control ghosts and kill people. People from the Zhongyou Dynasty have some skills."
Bai Lian glanced at Shang Hong indifferently, and when he saw Shang Hong's eyes dodge with a slight guilt, he didn't dare to look at him at all, and everything suddenly became clear in his heart.
He said calmly: "I didn't kill anyone."
The old man's attack failed and he just thought he had lost face. He did not rush to kill a junior. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and started the interrogation in an imposing manner.
"You said you didn't kill anyone, then I'll ask you, but you raised a kid privately?!"
Balian responded: "I did raise a kid."
The old man's eyes were full of anger: "Then what else do you have to explain!"
Bai Lian was not in a hurry, and was not suppressed by his momentum at all: "Senior's words are serious. There are countless evil ghosts in the world, and there are thousands of domestic ghosts. I am definitely not the only one who raises little ghosts. How can you be sure that it is me? kill."
Su Guanhai looked at Balian with relief, thinking that except for his poor cultivation, this boy was perfect in every aspect.
The old man said sternly: "How dare you make excuses? My disciple saw with his own eyes that the kid you raised killed someone! What else is there to say!"
"Master..."
A soft call came from the quiet corridor.
Everyone looked for a voice and saw Shang Ying walking with a pale face, holding her heart and holding on to the wall.
She first glanced at her brother accusingly, and the disappointment on her face became more intense, making her already withered appearance even more decayed.
Shang Ying coughed quietly, her lips turning red, and she affirmed in a low voice: "This matter has nothing to do with little brother Baili, he is not the murderer."
"What did you say?"
The old man's eyes were cloudy and uncertain. The worry in his eyes as he looked at his beloved disciple's age was fleeting, so fast that people couldn't catch it, because it was replaced by an inexplicable and obscure color.
Bai Lian looked away from the old man's face and looked at Shang Ying with genuine concern: "The girl is seriously injured. She should go back home and rest more."
Shang Ying's eyes seemed to always be so gentle, even though she didn't look at Meng Zifei with such bone-deep tenderness.
But in that look, you can see a very quiet flame beating persistently.
She smiled bitterly and apologized, and said, "If I continue to rest, I may have uneasy conscience for the rest of my life."
Then she turned her gentle eyes to her master and said seriously:
"Master, I am unfilial. I am willing to give up my spiritual roots. I have no reason to do anything with others. As for the real murderer, I can testify for little brother Baili that he is innocent."
The parties involved all stood up and spoke, and it was hard for the old man to attack Bailian for a while.
It's just that his expression was extremely ugly at the moment. He looked at Shang Ying with a gloomy look and said in a cold tone: "I really taught a good apprentice!"
"I think so too." Su Guanhai suddenly said with a smile.
The old man looked sideways, looking at Su Guanhai as if he were a mortal ant. He thought to himself that cats and dogs now dared to jump out and talk to the immortal casually.
Do you really think that immortals have no temper? !
He stood with his hands behind his back and said coldly: "Who do you think you are! How dare you comment on the disciples I educate myself at will."
Zheng Siyan's eyes suddenly became extremely strange.
Balian coughed and turned away, no longer looking at the old man's face.
Although Su Guanhai is known for his good temper, after two years of getting along with him, Bai Lian knew that he was actually very stingy.
And stingy people often retaliate.
Sure enough, Su Guanhai narrowed his eyes in pleasure.
He touched his nose as if nothing had happened, looked at the golden ancient sword behind the old man, and said with a look of amazement and admiration: "Old immortal, this sword behind you can be big or small, and it can also carry people. It looks good. Looks awesome."
Su Jing glanced at her father expressionlessly, then silently took two steps back, trotted to Balian's side, covered her cheeks with her hands, and whispered quietly: "Dad looks like a fool..."
Balian couldn't laugh or cry immediately.
The old man has long been accustomed to this kind of look of worship from mortals.
He raised his head and said proudly: "Short-sighted! This sword is my sect's inheritance and the founding sword. How can it be described in just two words: how powerful it is."
Su Guanhai's eyes were bright and he looked like "Wow, that's awesome." 'Suddenly the old man felt great pride and vanity.
But the old man didn't realize that Su Guanhai's bright eyes were not an illusion, but really bright. There was a fire lotus blooming and rising in the dark pupils.
The dignified leader of the Taixuan Sect deliberately pretended to be a curious child, and asked shamelessly: "How dare I ask, old gentleman, if your sword is called Kaishan, is it really capable of splitting even mountains?"
The old man still looked arrogant: "That's natural."
Su Guanhai said innocently: "Can you kill the lotus?"
The sudden question made the old man startled: "What to kill?"
Lotus?
It's really ridiculous. How can I use my sect's inherited sword to kill a soft little lotus?
The old man looked at Su Guanhai and couldn't help but blame him.
Where did this short-sighted scholar come from?
They have said that this is a divine weapon, an immortal magic weapon. How can it be used to kill Lotus?
He didn't have the nerve to ask such a stupid question.
The old man didn't notice that Zheng Siyan, whom he wanted to please, was looking at him with great pity. His eyes seemed to say: There is no hope...
"Since the old immortal doesn't want to answer my question, why not give it a try directly." Su Guanhai licked his lips, his eyes eager to try.
The old man lost all his patience and had no time to accompany him crazy. He tilted his head slightly impatiently, looked at his disciple Shang Hong who was standing behind him and said in his usual cold voice:
"This scholar is too noisy. Disciple, drive him out. If he doesn't obey, give him some pain... uh... what is this?"
Before he could completely turn his eyes away, he saw a bright red lotus flame shooting out from the golden sword he was carrying behind him.
With just one glance, the red lotus fireworks engulfed half of the sword hilt under his dull gaze.
The old man couldn't help but widen his eyes!
What the hell!
That is his Lihe Sect's inherited mountain sword!
Breaking rocks and creating mountains is no longer a problem. It is considered to be one of the best immortal swords among all the major immortal families. After he raises the sword for another ten years, this sword will give birth to a treasure from the sword spirit.
At this moment, a small fire lotus... swallowed half of the sword hilt?
Not only that, when the old man was so shocked and stunned, the small five-petal fire lotus smoothly... spread to the tip of the sword.
The weight of the giant sword behind him has completely disappeared, leaving only an empty leather sword pouch, hanging slightly ridiculously behind him, swaying with the wind and snow...
The sword of inheritance is just gone?
Disappeared without a trace and without a sound!
There isn't even a single scumbag left?
The old man was a little confused, stiffened his neck and turned in the direction of Su Guanhai.
He saw the ordinary scholar whom he looked down upon holding a red five-petal lotus and playing with it in his palm.
He clicked his tongue twice and looked at it with amusement: "Mountain Sword? Isn't it not that good? A lotus can't be killed but it is swallowed up by the lotus. Li Xuan, Li Xuan, your sword-raising skills are really worthy of the Tianxi Sword Sect." It’s about learning from the experience.”
Li Xuan is the name of this old man, the contemporary leader of the Lihe Sect.
The old man took three steps back fiercely, and looked at Su Guanhai with a blue face and horror. He finally recognized the origin of the fire lotus, raised his arm tremblingly and pointed at him: "You, you, you!!!"
Then he quickly realized who this person was, and the finger he pointed out suddenly retracted as if it had been licked by tongues of fire.
Then he neatly gathered himself behind him, and with a plop, he threw himself to the ground and knelt down without any hesitation.
An old face was buried deeply in the snow, and he said in a trembling voice: "Junior Li Xuan, I have met Sect Master Su!"
Shang Hong's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
Although he had known that Su Jing was the son of the sect master, the person who was in trouble this time was an outsider from the Zhongyou Dynasty after all.
No matter how good the relationship between Balian and Su Jing is, how could he, as a high-level figure, come here in person for a trouble caused by an outsider?
But at this moment, the presence of the man in Confucian shirt completely overturned Shang Hong's understanding of Bai Lian.
He secretly glanced at Bailian with a slightly horrified look on his face. He was so frightened that he actually had the terrible illusion that he had buried the wrong treasure.
The red lotuses in Su Guanhai's palm flickered slightly. The light was not strong, but it gave people an extremely dangerous feeling. However, he said slowly: "Let's get back to the topic, Li Xuan, I really think you are a very good disciple." Yes, she is far better than the disciple standing next to you. From your current attitude, it is obvious that your spiritual roots have been cut off in the human world, and you have no intention of teaching her anymore. Why not give her to me, Taixuan Sect? ?”
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