Jiang Li's image has already subverted all their previous perceptions.

This leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect is passionate about justice and flexible, and sometimes even seems to be indecisive. It is easy for others to take advantage of him and step into a trap that will never be recovered.

But he would never be stupid enough to provoke Master Luomei single-handedly, or even kill someone in public.

Such blatant behavior can only mean one thing: Jiang Li was caught by Luo Mei, and his purpose was also known to Jiang Li.

Colluding with demons is tantamount to ruining the future. For a leader of a Taoist sect who is the leader, his reputation, status and status will be destroyed in an instant without leaving any room.

Luomei was ready to give up on this disciple completely.

Does this mean that Luomei learned their plan from Jiang Li through torture and was fully prepared? What about Yun Weisi and the others now?

Jiufang Changming discovered that even if they tried again, they still had no certainty of victory. Luomei was not only powerful in terms of cultivation, but he also had the sharp sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect in his hands, making him invincible and smooth sailing.

In front of Luomei, they are destined to be insignificant and insignificant.

He even had a premonition that if they failed again this time, the world would run wild and gallop forward irreversibly. They could not go back to the past, let alone change it again. They could only be wiped out and disappear forever.

See.

Sailing against the current, if they don't advance, they will retreat. They have no way out and can only fight against the current.

Chi Bijiang, Jiang Li, one more person has fallen.

Now only he, Yun Weisi, and Yao Wangnian are left.

While Jiufang Changming was thinking about it, the disciple saw that no one came back and he felt bored after standing for a long time, so he chatted with Li Muxing and the others and vividly recounted the situation half a day ago.

"I wasn't there at the time, but my senior brother was. He said that there was a man who came alone and lost his soul. He was very eye-catching at first sight. When my senior brother asked about his identity, he said that he was the leader of the Wanjian Immortal Sect Jiang. Naturally, the senior brother did not believe it.

, because at that time Master Luomei had already arrived a step earlier with his disciples, and was chatting and laughing with other masters inside. The senior brother was afraid that someone would be impersonating him, so he hurried inside to ask for instructions. After hearing the news, Master Luomei took the people out in person. Who knew when they arrived?

, that man had already started killing, and many people suffered disaster without having time to prepare, and many were killed or injured on the spot. It was only Master Luomei who took action in time to restrain him."

Li Muxing couldn't help but said: "Is that person the real Sect Leader Jiang?"

"Senior brother didn't believe it at first. Later, when their master and apprentice fought against each other, they all used sword techniques from the same lineage. Master Luomei also said to him, I thought you would find your way back, but I didn't expect you didn't know how to repent. You made a mistake.

If you are wrong again, if you don't kill your relatives today, I will feel sorry for these fellow Taoists who were injured by you." The disciple of this villa said in awe, "At that moment, two sword lights of Master Luomei broke through the opponent's defense respectively, and shot Jiang Li's left and right pipa bones.

Pierce the nail and be decisive, everyone who sees it will admire..."

Li Muxing interrupted his eloquence: "What happened next?"

The disciple said angrily: "Later, Jiang Li was restrained and taken away. It is said that Zhenren Luomei will wait for the Qianlin Conference to end before taking him back to be punished."

Come to think of it, he didn't know that much. What happened to Jiang Li after that was no longer something he could inquire about with his status and authority.

The gatekeeper disciple checked their name cards, let the people in, and asked another disciple to lead them to the guest room to stay.

Zhengrong Villa is shaped by Bagua. The second floor of Qiankun is where the disciples are and is not open to the public. The Xunlou where Li Muxing and the others went is specially designed to entertain foreign guests. However, there are also three, six or nine levels of foreign guests, such as ten thousand

When distinguished guests such as the Sword Immortal Sect, Shenxiao Immortal Mansion, and Qingyun Temple come, they will naturally stay in the Zhen Tower. Only unknown guests like Li Muxing and Chang Ming will be assigned to the Xun Tower.

Even so, Xun Tower is spacious enough. In the middle is a square built in the shape of Tai Chi Liang Yi. Several three-story bamboo buildings stand on both sides. It is surrounded by bamboo forests for ventilation and stone paving. It is clean and tidy, and it feels a bit secluded.

Yi.

Even ordinary guest rooms are naturally much more comfortable than the inns they stayed in on the road. Four people live in four separate rooms, and the wing rooms are all connected together to take care of each other.

Lin Wenyu looked around, subconsciously showing the freshness of arriving for the first time. Although the twelfth floor of Bai Yujing sounded grand, the scale of the sect was far inferior to that of Zhengrong Villa. Otherwise, Lin Wenyu and Brother Xia Zheng would have been invited to live in Zhenlou.

Since they entered Zhengrong Villa, what they saw and heard was enough to open Lin Wenyu's eyes. For example, the rainbow crossing in the sky was originally caused by magic. Occasionally, golden light fell down and sprinkled a warm feeling on his body. Lin Wenyu was greatly moved.

It was so novel that I couldn't help but reach out to catch the golden light, but I heard Jiufang Changming say: "That's someone blessing the magical rejuvenation technique in the rainbow. When the warm light falls on the body, it has the effect of strengthening the qi in the Dantian."

Although it has no effect on monks, it can neither heal injuries nor improve cultivation. It can only refresh the mind, but the wealth and wealth of Zhengrong Villa can be seen.

Lin Wenyu couldn't help but marvel: "Does the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect and Shenxiao Immortal Mansion also have such a thing?"

Neither Li Muxing nor Xia Zheng had been there, so naturally they couldn't answer him. The only one who could answer him was Chang Ming.

"The Wanjian Immortal Sect has the Ice Bridge, and the Shenxiao Immortal Mansion has the Danfeng Chaoyang. They are similar, but they are both more ornamental than practical."

Li Muxing: "Has Taoist friend Sun been there?"

Jiufang Changming smiled: "I heard from my uncle that he has been there."

Although he really wanted to know about Jiang Li's condition, he didn't show it at all. Like everyone else, he was wandering around, full of curiosity.

Although Xia Zheng was worried about the safety of his junior brothers and sisters, he was still a young man who was just starting out and wanted to become famous. As his junior brothers and Jiufang Changming asked and answered questions, he temporarily put aside his worries and chatted with them about Zhengrong Villa.

"I don't know what kind of opponent we will get in the Qianlin meeting tomorrow. I'm just afraid that there are people out there, and there is a world out there. I will be screened out in the first game, and I will have no face to face the elders of my sect."

"Fellow Daoist Xia, what you said is wrong. A real man is in the world. He is born at the right time. He can participate in such a scene and fight happily. Even if he loses, his skills are still inferior to others. If he goes back and practices for two or three years, maybe he will be able to do it."

His ability is superior to others and he stands out."

Xia Zheng perked up after being told: "You are right, Fellow Daoist Sun, I am the one who got the best of you. No wonder Fellow Daoist Sun can come here on behalf of the master. His state of mind is much higher than mine. I feel ashamed!"

While the three of them were talking, there were many monks coming and going around. Some of them met each other, introduced themselves to each other, and exchanged a few words. Some were so proud of their status that they didn't even want to say more. They were all kinds of people.

After everyone went back to their rooms, before Chang Ming could sit down, there was a knock on the door.

"Fellow Daoist Li, please come in."

The person outside pushed open the door and entered, and it turned out to be Li Muxing.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, can you still identify people by listening to their footsteps?" She was a little surprised.

"No, just now Li Daoyou was taciturn and had a worried look on his face. He never participated in our chat. He must have something on his mind, and he came here so quickly. I just thought it was you."

"Fellow Daoist Sun is indeed a brilliant man among men, and he knows the smallest things." Li Muxing gave a few compliments perfunctorily, and then said, "I am just starting out, and I do have a lot of questions about the various sects in the world. Fellow Daoist Sun is much more knowledgeable than me, so I came here to ask for advice.

."

"Fellow Daoist Li, please speak."

"The name of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect has been mentioned by my master many times when I was in the sect. If I remember correctly, Master Luomei has been in seclusion for a long time, and the sect has been taken over by the sect master Jiang Lijiang. Now the master and the disciple are at odds with each other. Is there any reason for this?

I don’t want to pry into the inside story, which is not enough for outsiders to know. I just want to see, Fellow Daoist Sun, that there won’t be any changes in the Qianlin meeting tomorrow, right?”

I have to say that Li Muxing is a very perceptive person. Even if he doesn't know anything, he has already noticed the subtleties.

The master-disciple rebellion has led to Qianlin Hui. This matter is not trivial. It also involves demons. Once a disturbance occurs, it is likely to be an earth-shattering incident, so Li Muxing is worried that it will affect himself.

She came to discuss with Jiufang Changming not only because she had a good impression of Changming, but also because she felt that he was far more mature and insightful than Xia Zheng and others.

"Fellow Daoist Li, don't worry. There are many masters and masters present at Qianlin Club. Even if something unexpected happens and the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. You just need to stay away and don't get close."

It was impossible for Jiufang Changming to tell her the truth, and Li Muxing wouldn't believe it if he told her, so there was something in his words.

With the dual intuition of a woman and a monk, Li Muxing always felt that something would happen tomorrow, and it was very likely that something big would happen. But she couldn't tell what it was, and the uneasy shadow lingered around her, making her unable to fully understand it.

Relieve.

"I hope so. Tomorrow at Yinshi, we will go to Qianlou to draw lots. Don't forget, fellow Daoist Sun, that many people have already drawn lots if you go late. The remaining ones who arrived late are probably experts."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Li, for reminding me. I will go there with you tomorrow at Yinshi."

"That's very good. In fact, when I saw Fellow Taoist Sun take action today, I realized how someone outside the world could say something. I'm afraid I won't be able to make a splash at the Qianlin Conference this year, but Fellow Daoist Sun kept it secret. I wish you will show off your talents tomorrow and rise to the top.

"

Li Muxing also asked for some advice on Taoism and Dharma. The great master of the Chang Ming Dynasty picked it up at his fingertips. Not only the Dharma, but also the Buddhist and Demonic Sects had studied it. With just a few words, he could clear up the clouds and make Li Muxing understand.

I felt so enlightened that I no longer dared to be presumptuous about Chang Ming.

In her opinion, he didn't look like a novice, he was comparable to her master. But even Li Muxing's master didn't know as much as the Taoist friend Sun in front of her.

If the disciples of Jinque Dao Palace are like this, how can the monks from the famous families of Wanjian Immortal Sect be so well-informed and profound?

Invisibly, Li Muxing's standards for famous disciples have been greatly improved because of Jiufang Changming.

It was getting dark, and the disciples of the Villa brought dinner over. Everyone had four dishes and one soup. It was up to them whether they used it or not, but it was rich in color and taste, no worse than what the master chefs of restaurants in the capital made.

Li Muxing wanted to catch Jiufang Changming for advice, but he couldn't stay around forever. When he saw the other party picking up the tea cup, he stood up and said goodbye with regret. As soon as she left, Changming waved his sleeves and set up a prohibition formation outside the room.

, to prevent outsiders from breaking in.

After all, this was Luomei's territory. Even if he changed his disguise to calm his aura, he would not dare to ignore it at all.

After the arrangement was completed, Jiufang Changming went to the bed to meditate, and soon entered a state of meditation.

His thoughts drifted away, and he seemed to be walking on a narrow and dark road, surrounded by thorns and thorns protruding from his feet. He ignored his protective spiritual power and scratched his ankle, which was extremely painful.

Blood gurgled from the wound and seeped into the thorns. The thorns grew wildly and quickly wrapped him around him. The smell of blood filled his nose overwhelmingly, making him suffocating. However, he felt that the thorns had a familiar smell and subconsciously did not want to push them away.

The other party will embrace him.

Cutting through the clothes and getting close to the skin, the pain is mixed with subtle pleasure.

Unconsciously, his breathing became heavier, his struggle became weak, and he became completely a puppet of the thorns.

He was tightly restrained from the neck down, his thin lips were slightly opened, and the bloody smell spread, silently, trapping him in a gentle cocoon, slowly tightening it.

This is not right...

Something is wrong...

How could he break through the formation restrictions he set up without him noticing at all and not even being able to arouse any resistance...

He barely opened his heavy eyelids, and his vision suddenly went dark. All the thorns turned into a pair of arms hugging him tightly, causing Jiufang Changming to wake up.
To be continued...