Chapter 244 Fighting

The night is deep and foggy.

It covers the entire Taixuan Peak.

Under the cover of darkness, a figure appeared silently in front of the practice room.

There was a soft creak and the iron door was opened a crack.

First, he waited carefully for a moment, and then found that there was no movement inside, so the man slipped in quietly.

There were no lights on in the practice room, and there was no light at all.

It was filled with an indescribably rich smell of blood, filling the entire room.

The figure paused in it, feeling silently.

After a while, a faint sigh suddenly sounded in the practice room.

"Sure enough, after defeating Yan Xu head-on, this person was also seriously injured and had to avoid others to find a place to recover."

"With so much blood shed, his injuries must be serious. Then I will have the confidence to defeat him in the subsequent battle for Xuan Yuan."

"Fortunately, I have been paying attention to his whereabouts, otherwise he would have been concealed and I would not dare to stand in front of him."

After a while, the figure quietly went out.

After taking a few steps, I suddenly noticed that someone seemed to be approaching again, so I immediately accelerated my speed and dived into the depths of the dark fog.

Not long after, someone entered the practice room again.

Then he didn't practice martial arts inside, but just like the previous person, he stayed for a while and then left directly.

Dang Dang Dang.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." Minglan opened her eyes from trance.

Qingye closed the door and bowed, "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Ming Lan stared at the disciple he valued most with dark eyes, and didn't speak for a long time.

After being silent for a long time, he coughed lightly and said slowly, "Qingye, the competition for qualifications for Taixuan Abyss will begin tomorrow. If you face other Taoists from other sects, what are your chances of winning if you are named among the top eight?"

Qingye was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "If you reply to the teacher, the disciple has no chance of winning. He has lost the teacher's face, so I ask the teacher to punish him."

Minglan didn't get angry when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said, "Qingye, you have been with me for almost ten years."

"Replying to the teacher, it has been nine years and three months since this disciple became a disciple of Qingyang Academy."

Minglan sighed secretly, "In one life, there are only one autumn of grass and trees. Count carefully how many nine years you can spend."

Hearing this, Qingye couldn't help but be startled.

He has been in Qingyang Academy for many years, but he has never seen the teacher speak to him with such an attitude and tone.

"Compared to you, I have stayed on Qinglin Mountain for a longer time and am more familiar with every plant and tree on it. Now when I look back and think about it, I feel quite emotional and sad.

It is a pity that one of the key secrets of our sect is missing, so my master has never dared to take that step and push open the mysterious door that has already stood in front of me. Unknowingly, it has been wasted for many years, and I have gradually lost the vigor that I had in the beginning."

Ming Lan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You are a direct disciple that I personally accepted, and later became a Taoist disciple of my sect. I just hope that you can inherit the mantle of being a master and carry forward the Qingyang Academy, so as not to decline or even disappear.

It's a pity that God's will is unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people. I made a decision a few days ago. Although I don't know what the future will be like, it is already difficult to look back. I toss and turn every time I think about it, and I can't sleep at night."

"What do you mean, teacher?"

Qingye poured a cup of tea and put it next to Minglan.

Minglan rubbed the smooth porcelain cup and slowly closed her eyes, "In my eyes, although you and I are masters and apprentices, we have long been in love with father and son. In the entire Qinglin Mountain, except for my daughter who has not really grown up,

, only you are my favorite.

So these days I have been hesitating and thinking about whether I should tell you the matter clearly so that you can be mentally prepared in advance and not be panicked and not know what choice to make after the incident happened."

Qingye lowered his eyes, with a smile on his face, "The teacher is as kind as a mountain to his disciples, so the disciples don't have to make any choices. They only need to see how the teacher chooses, and the disciples will follow closely behind."

Minglan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But he didn't say anything.

After another long silence, Minglan finally made up her mind and said slowly, "This competition is over. If the teacher leaves Qinglin Mountain, or even becomes an enemy of the sect, you can come with me."

Qingye's body trembled, and he raised his head suddenly, meeting those eyes that suddenly became unfamiliar.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Where are you going, teacher?"

"Trees are moved to death and people are moved to life. What Yuan Yiyi cannot give us, maybe we will suddenly become enlightened if we change to another place."

Minglan's eyes were filled with gleaming light, and her tone was cold, "A few days ago, I was taught by an expert, and the secret method he taught me is so mysterious that it's hard to describe. It's really a rare opportunity.

When this competition is over, I will fake my death and escape from Qinglin Mountain and join the command of that master, do you want to leave with me?"

Qingye was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "The disciple naturally has to be with the teacher, and with that couple of bitches by his side, it's okay if he doesn't do it."

Speaking of this, he asked again, "What about Junior Sister Mingyin? She is still on Qinglin Mountain."

"I have already made arrangements for Yin'er."

Minglan said calmly, "Now that I have taken that step, the way out for you two must be considered in advance. As for the other people in Qingyang Academy, they can't care so much.

As for Ni Hao and Wei Tao, you don’t have to think too much, they only have these two days to live."

Qingye was stunned, and his smile became thicker, even a little twisted with joy, "I saw him building a tall building, seeing him entertaining guests, and seeing his building collapse. Wei Tao oppressed and humiliated his disciples, so we can't let him die easily."

"There is also that bitch Ni Xun. If possible, I hope to take her life with my own hands, which can be regarded as a complete break from the chaotic life ahead."

"Let's talk about it then."

Minglan said calmly, "Please come closer."

As he spoke, he put his hand to his mouth, and a golden-backed scale insect that was fluttering and ready to fly appeared quietly in his palm.

"Eat it, and you will pretend to be shocked tonight and go down the mountain in despair.

Then go find a man named Ji Shou and report to him the details of the situation on Taixuan Peak.

There is also this secret letter written in code, you will memorize the contents later and tell him about it as well."

Qingye looked at the silver-bodied and golden-backed scutellaria scale insect, feeling inexplicably terrified.

But he didn't dare to disobey the teacher's order, so he gritted his teeth and took it over and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

In an instant, tearing pain came, affecting both the body and the mind.

Qingye was trembling all over and sweating profusely, but he endured it and did not dare to make a sound.

A quarter of an hour later, he exhaled a breath and gradually calmed down, but his eyes were filled with joy that could not be concealed.

Ming Lan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "It contains a hint of the master's artistic conception. Please understand it carefully and don't waste this opportunity."

"Disciple, thank you teacher for teaching me the Dharma." Qingye bowed and bowed to the ground.

The door was gently closed.

A little cold wind was brought in, which stirred the lights on the table.

Minglan's expression flickered between bright and dark, changing erratically.

He held the cup of tea in his hand and did not take another sip until it was completely cold.

I was always in a daze, not knowing what I was thinking.

Time passed little by little.

Soon the sky will get brighter and the fog will gradually dissipate.

Wei Tao came out of the house at this time and waited until after breakfast, when the sun was just rising.

The sunlight slanted down, giving the entire courtyard a faint golden glow.

He went out at this time and walked slowly towards the martial arts arena with Ni Xun.

The two exchanged martial arts on the road and completed the journey unknowingly.

Yuanyi Pavilion.

The disciple in charge of the Taixuan Sect served the tea, bowed and left quietly.

Qingye hasn't come out since morning, and I don't know where he went.

"Uncle Minglan said that Qingye watched the confrontation between the Taoists of various sects yesterday, which caused his mind to waver and his mood to be unstable, so he found a place to retreat and meditate."

Facing Wei Tao's inquiry, Ni Hao casually mentioned it and didn't care about it.

She casually sat down on a chair and said, "As for the fight for the blessed land, our Yuan Dynasty should be considered to have come to an end. As long as no one insists on grabbing the blessed land in Qizhou, there will no longer be a competition to deal with.

"

Wei Tao picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said with a smile, "That's good. You have enough time to read the exercises and sit quietly to practice."

A gust of mountain wind blew by.

Ni Xun straightened the hair scattered around his ears, with a concerned expression on his face, "You fought with Yan Xu yesterday, make sure you weren't injured."
To be continued...