I am dying, listening to a Nascent Soul Taoist reviewing his mistakes. Why is this feeling so subtle? Ning Xiaoxia quickly lowered her head and concentrated on studying the patterns on the floor tiles.
The juniors present were quite frightened and did not dare to say anything. When the elders said their mistakes, could it be possible that they still dared to respond? Most of them lowered their heads like Ningxia and pretended not to hear.
"True Lord, don't be pessimistic. It's all my fault for my disciple's clumsy mouth, which makes you worry for nothing. The Formation Hall is not like this! It's just a villain, and it hasn't hurt your muscles and bones." How dare Master Mingjing call him Yuan Hengzhen Jun continued and said quickly. These words are not used to offend this uncle.
In recent years, Fufeng Pavilion has been making a lot of moves, sneakily, but it didn't even touch the edge of the Formation Hall. None of the spies sent were successful, and their heritage and inheritance were not comparable. They didn’t even understand the real situation of the Formation Hall... This is why Fufeng Pavilion has always regarded the Formation Hall as its biggest enemy, but the Formation Hall The reason why Tang didn't take the other party seriously at all.
"Just call me Master Uncle. Why are you so cautious all of a sudden? I feel uncomfortable calling Zhenjun Zhenjun."
True Lord Yuan Heng waved his hand to stop Master Ming Jing from talking, and continued: "Let's not mention Fufeng Pavilion for now, and I don't care about it. I think back then, although the formation hall had a sparse network of people, the people it cultivated were all remarkable. A remarkable talent. But how many serious disciples have you trained over the years?"
Master Ming Jing was dumbfounded when he heard this. He had been in the Formation Hall for a long time, and he had naturally experienced the days when the other party mentioned that there were many talents, and it was indeed another prosperous period for the Formation Hall.
During those glorious years, several amazing and talented figures appeared in succession, which shocked the ancient and majestic Formation Hall, rectified the name of the Formation Hall that had been dormant for many years, and also made the Wuhua Sect re-examine this long-dormant formation. organization.
However, times have changed, and the world of cultivation has changed too quickly. Those amazing formation masters who have achieved success in their cultivation have gone into hiding, and those who have achieved nothing have found other ways. The glorious formation hall has fallen into silence again, becoming the elders. Stories passed down by word of mouth among the monks.
At that time, Ming Jingzhen was just a little guy who was just starting out, looking up at these big shots with his head held high. Nowadays, he is already a respectable Jindan Zhenren, but the formation hall that was famous in the world has withered away. I have to say, this is really depressing!
What Zhenjun Yuanheng said is indeed true. They did not train good disciples. In recent years, some of the new disciples of the Formation Hall are indeed spies, but most of them have been lost. That's right. Which technique hall that is usually deserted, crowded with people at the door, and with few elders in sight can retain people?
The previous generations of disciples retired one by one to concentrate on their cultivation, and the three or two remaining kittens could not support the family at all. They recruited few disciples and could not retain them. It was inevitable that the talents of the Formation Hall would wither. Over the past few decades, only Master Ming Jing and the rarely seen Master Yu He remain here among the younger generation.
"It's my fault that I failed to take care of the formation hall. Lin Rong really has no face to face all the masters." Master Ming Jing was not sad about the loss of the formation hall, and he also deeply hated his own incompetence. But what can he do? No matter how enthusiastic he is about running the Formation Hall, he cannot change the situation of talent generation.
Master Ming Jing also tried his best to run the formation hall, train disciples, and fight for a place in the formation hall... In short, he did everything he could, but the disciples gradually dispersed. Day after day, he could only watch the Formation Hall weaken.
"What are you talking about! It's better to say that we are all wrong, the sect leader is wrong, the senior brother is wrong, it's us old guys who take it for granted. That's all, the matter has come to this, it is useless to say more, now we can only correct the mistakes Already..." True Lord Yuan Heng glanced at the disciples in the room with a serious look on his face, causing Ning Xia and others to remain silent.
"I will talk to the sect master when I get back. We old bones have been hiding for long enough. It's time to come out and walk around. Lest those young people think that our formation hall is empty."
"You won't disturb the elders, right?" Master Ming Jing asked uncertainly.
"Who cares about this at this time?! The sign of our formation hall is about to be stepped on by others, and all of our disciples will be gone. No one will succeed us. Who still has the skills to cultivate and recuperate?" It seems that People were really angry and their words became vulgar.
"promise."
"As for you -" True Lord Yuanheng looked at a group of little guys who were pretending to be deaf, and chuckled: "Before I go back, I will train you well..."
Mom, there seems to be something wrong with this seemingly amiable Daojun!
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"Master Nascent Soul's entry into the situation may be detrimental to us." The atmosphere in the other room was also very bad.
There are six people in the room who are late today. Among them, the highest cultivation level is Pingyang Zhenren from Longyin Peak. He is in the middle stage of Golden Core. The lowest cultivation level is also in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. They are all of a considerable age.
Master Pingyang didn't speak, his expression was dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
As the leader, he knows best how terrible it is to get involved with a Nascent Soul Dao Lord. That is a Nascent Soul, what can he do? In the face of absolute power, all calculations are in vain.
Master Pingyang waved his hand to stop the arguing in the room and said tiredly: "Be careful. Don't touch the people in the Formation Hall... try your best. Be more careful."
"promise."
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With different thoughts, the Wuhua faction finally arrived at their destination, Fengming City.
