Penglai.

Zhang Jiuling, the head of Penglai, was holding a whisk and meditating in the house. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, heavy rain fell, and the window crackled. Zhang Jiuling opened his eyes, got up from the cushion, came to the window, supported the window leaves, and looked into the distance.

Zhang Jiuling's room is quite high, and he can see the scenery from the window, and there are no obstacles in front of him. On the contrary, the mountains and forests of Penglai Fairy Island can be taken in his eyes. If he looks a little further away, he will see the endless sea.

The window opened to the east. Zhang Jiuling saw lightning disappearing from time to time. He heard the sound of thunder and rain falling. His unscathing face gradually became a little solemn. After a long time, he sighed: "The heavy rain suddenly came, wrapping up mountains and seas. Can the mountain people hide from it?"

From time to time, a young voice sounded outside the door, "Master, there is an urgent response."

Zhang Jiuling said lightly: "Come in."

The disciples who entered the door were Zhang Jiuling, who ranked second among the disciples of Penglai. With the eldest disciple Zhang Yunhe who had already gone to Laizhou, the second disciple is now the one who is responsible for the daily affairs of the Penglai Dao Sect.

The second disciple came to the room and stood still, and then said slowly: "There is a strange phenomenon in the Taoist temple of Boqi Mountain."

Hearing the words "Fuqi Mountain", a strange look flashed through Zhang Jiuling's eyes. It was a place he didn't want to mention, because there lived a person who made the Penglai Daomen unwilling to mention, but the more he didn't want to mention it, the more it meant that this person was not simple.

Zhang Jiuling looked as usual: "What kind of strange phenomenon?"

"It is reported that in recent days, clouds and mist have often been surrounded by the mountain of Zhuqi, and the spiritual energy fluctuates extremely strongly. However, our people did not see clearly what was in the clouds and mist, but only vaguely noticed that it seemed like a dragon going out to the sea." The second disciple said in a deep voice.

Zhang Jiuling's eyes changed slightly: "The dragon goes out to sea? What's the name of that person?"

The second disciple hesitated for a moment and whispered: "The man on Boqi Mountain is already a gap with me Penglai. He was hurt by his master and left after being in seclusion in the mountains for many years. He has not made any noise. But the disciple always feels that this person will not be willing to be mediocre."

Thinking of the past, Zhang Jiuling looked unwilling. It was not a pleasant memory for him. He pondered for a moment and snorted coldly: "So what if you are not willing to be mediocre? Your own cultivation has not improved. The two disciples trained have mediocre qualifications. How can they compare with our eldest son Siming? Could it be that he still wants to take revenge?"

The second disciple asked tentatively: "What does Master mean?"

Zhang Jiuling came to the window, pondered for a while, and said after a long time: "Now is a critical period. King An is coming in a fierce manner. He wants to make waves in Pinglu. The energy of our Taoist sect is subduing this monster. Although it is not a concern for the winnowing Qishan, we cannot ignore it. It is time to move the chess piece we arranged."

The second disciple's face changed, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Now even the sound of his speech seemed cautious: "Master means, let the master take action?"

Zhang Jiuling had already made up his mind, so his mood calmed down. He said lightly: "It's better to kill by mistake than let go."

The second disciple's eyebrows sterned: "Yes."

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Although Taoist temples have been disrepair for a long time and look dilapidated, they have always been refreshing and clean. If not, let alone curing diseases and saving people, it would be great if people live in a sloppy environment to ensure that they do not get sick.

However, since Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang left the Taoist temple, the inside and outside became dirty day after day. Logically speaking, a person's range of activities is not large, and in less than a month, the Taoist temple will not look unsightly, but all this has been done by the old Taoist in the brown skin.

The old Taoist in the brown skin didn't care about these things. For him, after Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang left, he was already lucky to be able to ensure that he was not hungry. As for cleaning the Taoist temple, it was not within his consideration.

He hugged his belt and ran out of the thatched cottage outside the courtyard wall with his body bent out. In the heavy rain, the old man in the brown-skinned looked at the unrecognizable vegetable garden and couldn't help but shivering.

This neatly tidy vegetable garden that Su Emei has been serving for more than ten years and has been tidied up by her. At this moment, it is like being arched by a wild boar. Many seasonal green vegetables are tilted around. There is a piece here, a piece there is less, but there is no coherent one.

"If the little girl sees this, she must drag it out of the kitchen knife to chase me." When the old man in the old man said this, he was clearly in a tone of fear, but a flower-like smile appeared on his face, and he was a little proud.

A flash of lightning fell, reflecting the vulgar appearance of the old man in the brown skin. After a while, he raised his head, looked at the dark sky, and said lazily: "What are you doing when you hit thunder? You can't kill me. What's the use of no matter how loud the momentum is."

The old Taoist in the brown skin looked scoundrel and kept muttering, not knowing who was saying bad things. At this time, his stomach sounded inappropriately. The old Taoist in the brown skin remembered that he had just had a meal today, which instantly turned into a bitter face, and looked particularly aggrieved and uncomfortable.

"Oh, go get some vegetables again. You can't sleep hungry." The old man in the brown-skinned walks down the wet path and sneaks into the vegetable garden. He picks a handful of them from east to west and picks up one, picks up one, and sometimes stomps down. He often whispers, but he actually dislikes the green vegetables not growing fat enough.

When he was preparing to enter the door with a large handful of vegetables, a sudden burst of footsteps came from the woods next to him, followed by a sound: "Master Taoist!Master Taoist!"

The old man in the brown-skinned eyes looked at it, and he smiled at first, and then his face looked surprised.

The one who came here was a hunter who often visited Taoist temples and brought some liquor and game from time to time to satisfy the cravings of the old Taoist brown-skinned Taoist.

In short, the old Taoist of Beige has known him for many years. He is the person he is most familiar with except Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang. He is very friendly on weekdays. Now he sees the other party stumble out of the woods, the old Taoist of Beige has quickly met him.

"What's wrong? It's so dark, why did you come out of the forest?" asked the old brown-skinned Taoist, covering the green vegetables.

"Oh, don't mention it, it's all because of the sudden heavy rain that made me fall in the forest and was chased by a wild boar, almost losing my life!" The hunter walked out of the forest and looked very embarrassed, his body was covered with mud and scars, and his hair was messy. "I can't go down the mountain tonight, and I was chased and ran to the vicinity, so I thought about coming to the Taoist priest to stay for a night."

The old man in brown curled his lips and looked unhappy: "That's the one who has no alcohol? I'm so happy... Forget it, come in, just prepare some food."

"Master, you are too powerful, are you unhappy if you have no love?" The hunter came to the old Taoist in the brown skin and quipped enthusiastically.

The old man in brown sneered and said, "Where is, it's just a shortcoming..."

Before he could finish his words, his face suddenly changed. Because a sharp white light had flashed through the hunter's hands, it instantly reached the waist of the old man in the brown-skinned world. The brightness of the hunter's quiet and murderous eyes were fully outlined.

......

The lightning light made the kendo man standing in the yard look not only out of heaven, but also mysterious, and also has a terrifying evil aura.

Wei Nianci looked at Wei Shinan with the hero's letter in both hands, and a ridiculous thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

My father received the hero post and handed it over to the Penglai Daomen Sect. Will the Qingyi Yamen who posted the post be angry with the Wei family and break into the mansion in the middle of the night to kill us?

This absurd idea seemed bizarre, but in fact it appeared in Wei Nianci's mind very naturally. It flashed and spread uncontrollably. In an instant, Wei Nianci's hands and feet became cold.

She couldn't help but think of the scene in the restaurant in the town. The young man who seemed gentle and harmless, who was as gentle as jade, did not show any anger from beginning to end, nor did he fight.

But the more this happens, the more Xu Xianjian slapped her last slap, which is particularly powerful and unacceptable.

If she thinks from another perspective, Xu Xianjian was injured by the other party at the beginning, or she was driven away by the other party arrogantly and domineeringly from the beginning, then even if the subsequent encounter is a little unbearable, she would not feel so difficult to accept, right?

If this is true, Wei Nianci's fear of the Xuanbou Young Master would not be as deep and difficult to eliminate every time he recalled it afterwards.

Especially on the way back, I heard more rumors about the Qingyi Yamen, and Wei Nianci's fear of the Xuanpao Young Master was even more intense. She knew very well that dogs that were truly vicious and biting would not bark.

It is very likely that she walked around the gates of hell without knowing it.

So is the Xuanbo Young Master who was silent from beginning to end more terrifying than the aggressive Taoist in front of him? If so, is the Qingyi yamen behind the Xuanbo Young Master more worthy of fear?

A moment of trance made Wei Nianci shout: "Father, I can't give them the post! I can't offend Qingyi Yamen!"

Wei Shinan's hand movements froze and turned around and looked at Wei Nianci in confusion.

In a moment of confusion, he quickly felt the murderous aura of the Taoist in front of him. He couldn't help but tremble his hands and shouted loudly: "Shut up! Who asked you to speak?!"

Wei Shinan scolded him and Wei Nianci came to his senses.

Only then did she realize that her back was already cold.

It turned out that her fear of the young man with the mysterious robe had reached this point.

Wei Nianci was in a trance.

"You should thank her for saying this. Because if it weren't for her, the Wei family would be very miserable today."

Wei Shinan just turned around and suddenly heard this sound and was stunned.

Not only was he stunned, but the Penglai Taoist in front of him was also stunned.

That sentence was obviously not what the Taoist said.

The speaker stands outside the door.

It was a man leaning against a corridor pillar, holding a knife in his hands, and wearing a hat on his head.

The raindrops were ticking down from the hat.

In the courtyard outside the corridor, at some point, there were several people dressed in the same dress.

Not only in the courtyard, but also on the roof.

These people dressed in the same way.

Green clothes, hat, and knife.

Wei Shinan was very familiar with the dress of these people.

Because he had seen each other once tonight.

Qingyi Yamen!

The Taoist in front of Wei Shinan turned around and saw this scene, his face changed, and he immediately gritted his teeth and said, "You are the Qingyi Yamen? What do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!