Chapter 145

It's another year of spring.

It's March, and the chill is still not subsided. The breeze blows, bringing a trace of coolness, the Yunlan realm is vast and sparsely populated, but the vast land has been quietly clothed with new green, full of vitality. Not far away on the hillside, a peach grove stretched out its slanting branches in the steep spring cold, and a little peach blossom quietly climbed up the branches, embellishing the cultivation boundary that was still a little condensed with some warmth, which was very gratifying.

Yin Wuxian made a flying sword to cut through the sky, and inadvertently glanced down at it, but was attracted by the little red on the ground, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

There is also such a peach blossom tree planted in front of the house at the top of Hongluo Peak. I don't know how many years the peach tree has been planted. Yin Wuxian only knew that the peach tree had been in that courtyard for as long as he could remember.

He remembered that when he was very young, the peach tree had grown very tall, its knotted roots winding, and its horizontal branches seemed to reach straight into the sky. Xu grew up in the immortal mansion of a cultivator with strong spiritual power like Mingtai Mountain, and even such a peach tree was much taller than an ordinary peach tree, this peach tree was several zhang high, and the thick trunk was enough for two people to hug. In the early spring of each year, when a peach blossom tree blooms, it is as bright as clouds.

Yin Wuzhi especially remembered that Lin Muyi was often greedy for spring, so he lay on the soft couch under the tree to read. Lin Muyi has perennial injuries and a cold physique, even in early spring, he wears a collared robe, but most of the time he can't resist the melting spring, and he falls asleep under the peach tree, and his shoulders are covered with fluttering stamens.

Thinking of this, Yin Wuxian's eyes darkened, and he pursed his lower lip, which made his already excessively thin lips even more cold and hard.

He couldn't help but urge the flying sword under his feet to fly faster in the direction of Mingtai Gate.

"Senior Brother!" several disciples behind him saw that he had sped up again, and hurriedly shouted, and also followed.

Yin Wuxian tilted his head slightly, but he didn't slow down.

Since the closure of the Wuxu Illusion Ten years ago, the grade of several spiritual herbs brought out from the high-level area of the Wuxu Illusion Realm was naturally much higher than that of the intermediary area, and he easily won the disciple competition of the sect, and naturally sat on the position of the chief disciple of the Mingtai Sect. In addition, Yin Wujian has cultivated and improved in the past ten years, and at his age, he already has the strength of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, which can be said to be a genius that has not been encountered in a thousand years, and he has slowly made a name for himself in the Yunlan Realm.

And with his qualifications, he is naturally the leader among the sixteen generations of disciples of Mingtai Gate, and he has gradually established his prestige in the door.

In addition, over the years, Yin Wu's body has gradually grown, and his face, which was still a little green, has become more and more resolute, tall, young and fashionable, and loves to talk and laugh, and his temperament is inevitably a little jumpy, but now his temperament is becoming more and more calm, and the smile on his face is less. The disciples in the sect often said that the senior brother had a certain momentum when he lowered his face, as if he should actually be a disciple of the real person in charge.

Several disciples glanced at each other, and when they saw that Yin Wuxian's face was cold and hard, and he couldn't see any joy or anger, he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he had to chase after Yin Wujian with a flying sword. One of the disciples couldn't help but whisper: "Why is Senior Brother so anxious? Although it was summoned by the head of the sect, he only said that he had something to discuss, and he did not rush to make a move. Senior Brother is so anxious, although the country of Huaiyong has been over, but there are still some things that have not been dealt with, the senior brother is in a hurry to come back, and only let Senior Brother Chen take people to stay in the country of Huaiyong. ”

"My brother's words are wrong. Hearing the young disciple say this, another slightly older disciple frowned and took over, "Senior Brother's master's birthday is in March, and every year at this time, Senior Brother has to rush back to Mingtai Gate to celebrate his master's birthday, no matter how important the matter at hand is, he has to put it back. This time Huaiyong's matter was really a bit tricky, so it was delayed for a while, and now it was a little late at this time, so the senior brother hurried back to the door. ”

Hearing him say this, the person who asked the question, a young disciple named Xi Wenchuan, looked abrupt.

This Xi Wenchuan has just entered the Mingtai Gate, and he doesn't know much about the things in the door, and this is the first time that he has followed the senior brother to the mortal realm to take care of affairs. It's just that he was very impressed by Yin Wuji's strength, and he was also in awe and awe of this cold and imposing senior brother, and when he heard the explanation, he didn't talk anymore.

The older disciple who was explaining—it was Ling Tianlu, who had been following Yin Wujian all along, and he couldn't help frowning after speaking, and looked at Yin Wujian in the lead with some concern.

Yin Wujian in front of him didn't know if he heard the whispers of the people behind him, and he didn't even turn his head, but his feet sped up again.

Seeing that Yin Wujian was obviously in a bad mood, the group didn't say much, but just followed Yin Wujian to Mingtai Gate.

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In the early morning of the second day, the group had already seen the mountain gate of Mingtai Gate from a distance.

Mingtaimen is one of the six major schools in the Yunlan realm, and over the years, there have been many talents, and there is a faint posture of the head of the six major schools. The sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and the whole mountain gate is majestic and atmospheric, reflecting the Mingtai Mountain surrounded by clouds and mountains in the distance, which looks solemn and solemn, and the fairy spirit is full of immortality.

It's just that at this time, there was a faint noise in front of the mountain gate.

Yin Wuxian frowned, urging the flying sword to rush over.

I saw that a lot of people had gathered in front of the tall mountain gate, and the outer disciples of the Mingtai Gate all held their weapons in their hands, and said angrily to one person opposite: "How can I enter the Mingtai Gate by an idle person like you!"

The person on the other side snorted coldly, and it seemed that he didn't take those outer disciples in his eyes at all. It's just that after all, Mingtai Gate is a sect of law cultivation that has been inherited for thousands of years, and the sect magic circle at the mountain gate is really powerful, but that person is helpless to take that magic circle.

Yin Wuxin paused, and had already guessed the identity of the person who came to disturb the trouble, jumped off the flying sword, and still raised his voice and asked, "Who is making noise here!"

Hearing Yin Wuji's voice, the outer disciple who had already surrounded the person found that someone was approaching, and hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw that it was the senior brother who had brought people out a few months ago who had returned, and he was busy saluting while consciously giving way to a road, naturally revealing the person who was originally surrounded in it.

I saw that the man was quite tall, and seemed to be a few inches taller than Yin Wuji, but he looked quite down, a dark robe was tattered, the corners of the clothes were still a little dirty, his unkempt hair was casually draped, and his beard was knotted, covering his entire face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, nor could he tell his age.

However, Yin Wujian knew this person, and when he saw that he came to Mingtai Mountain to disturb trouble again, he couldn't help but frown: "It's you again?"

As soon as the man saw Yin Wuji, he was like an enraged lion, and even the hair on his face seemed to stand up with anger, and he said angrily: "It's you shameless villain who doesn't believe in your words!" His voice sounded extremely hoarse and ugly, and he roared while pounced on Yin Wujian.

Yin Wuxian frowned fiercely, his steps changed, and he turned sideways slightly, so that he could miss the man's palm, and then he turned his hand and slapped it out, just as he met a fire dragon that burst out of the sleeve of the man's robe.

But at the time of such a sentence, the two had already exchanged hands.

At this time, Ling Tianlu and his entourage were able to arrive, seeing that it was only for a while, Yin Wujian had already exchanged hands with others, and they were busy jumping off the flying swords, but they didn't dare to come forward, and only stood with the outer disciples guarding the mountain gate to watch the battle.

I saw that the black-clothed cultivator looked quite down, but his strength was extremely strong, and it was inseparable from Yin Wuxi.

"Who is this person? He is so powerful that he can fight with the senior brother on an equal footing. Xi Wenchuan watched the two fight fiercely, one after another spiritual power collided violently, making loud noises, and the splashing spiritual power rolled up a hurricane, and the group of them stood far away and were blown by the wind and their sleeves were blown away.

Ling Tianlu said secretly in his heart, where is there no distinction between the upper and lower? It is clear that the black-clothed cultivator has the upper hand. Although thinking like this in his heart, Ling Tianlu still opened his mouth and said: "This person doesn't know what his identity is, and he doesn't know where he came from, he often comes to my Mingtai Gate to look for trouble, and he always comes here two or three times a year. However, he is at most only at the peak of the Yuan Infant cultivation, not to be afraid, with his strength, he can't shake the sect formation at our mountain gate at all, and the real person in charge of the sect has also taught him a lesson, but every time he is injured and leaves, he still persevers to come back to disturb the trouble after a while. Seeing that he couldn't make any big noise, the real person in charge of the sect let him go. ”

Xi Wenchuan nodded when he heard this, and remembered the words in Fang Cai's mouth, and said strangely: "Listening to what he said, he seems to recognize Senior Brother?"

Ling Tianlu shook his head: "Who knows, he seems to have some trouble with the senior brother, if the senior brother is no longer okay, if the senior brother happens to be in the door, every time he collides with this person, the two of them will have a big fight." ”

Xi Wenchuan watched the fight between the senior brother and the black-clothed cultivator not far away, and at the same time, he couldn't help but ask with some curiosity: "Who is the best senior brother or this person?"

Ling Tianlu smiled and said, "The two of them have their own winners and losers." He paused, and then continued, "Senior Brother also seems to know the origin of this person, and he also knows it in his heart if he wants to come to the sect to teach the real person, so he let this person come to the mountain gate to make trouble." It's just that the senior brother and the real person in charge of the sect don't say it, and we have no way of knowing. ”

Xi Wenchuan nodded a little ignorantly, so he didn't ask any more, and turned back to look at the two people who were still fighting in the distance.

The black-clothed cultivator really had some ability, and at this time he had obviously gained the upper hand, and Yin Wujian couldn't dodge, and was bitten on the shoulder by the fire dragon in his sleeve.

The robe on the right shoulder of the fire dragon ignited a raging fire, and the fire burned one side of his cheek, and even his neatly tied sideburns were curled by the fire.

Yin Wujian pursed his thin lips, but instead of dodging, he turned out his right hand and grabbed the fire dragon, only to see the scorching flames rushing up along Yin Wujian's right hand, engulfing his entire right arm.

The disciples of the Mingtai Sect who were watching the battle from the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this scene.

The right hand still held on to the fire dragon, but the left hand quickly pinched a spell, and a thunderbolt glowing with purple light formed from the void and slashed straight towards the black-clothed cultivator's head.

The black-clothed cultivator was caught by the fire dragon without restraint, and he couldn't retreat for a while, and was struck by the thunder and lightning. For a while, I only heard a thunderous explosion, which made the black-clothed cultivator dizzy, and he was shocked by the thunder and lightning and took a few steps back, and then he could stand still.

The black-clothed cultivator staggered a few steps, only to feel the blood in his chest surge, knowing that he had been injured by Yin Wujian's thunder, and today he was afraid that he would not be able to get a good deal from him, so he had to spit out a mouthful of blood and scolded: "Despicable villain!"

Although Yin Wujian forced the black-clothed cultivator back with one move, he was not feeling well, his entire right arm was engulfed in flames, and the scorching flames spread from his palm to his shoulder. He gritted his teeth, endured the sharp pain of being burned, urged the spiritual power in his body, his right arm shook suddenly, and a strong spiritual power burst out, and the entire right sleeve of his robe was shattered by this spiritual power, and turned into ashes with the tumbling flames, revealing a □□ arm, scarred by the flames.

Yin Wuxian didn't seem to feel the pain at all, he just frowned slightly, his breath was not disturbed in the slightest, and he said in a deep voice: "Isn't it you who doesn't believe in your words? ”

Hearing Yin Wuji's words, the black-clothed man Xiu was furious, and hissed: "If you keep your promise, how can I break the contract? It's not that you broke your promise!" After he said this, he didn't seem to bother to fight a lawsuit with Yin Wujian here, and he also knew that today was a futile return, so he only scolded Yin Wujian again, and left in a hurry.

Yin Wuxian was scolded but he was not annoyed, it was common for him to be scolded by this person all these years, and he didn't chase after the black-clothed cultivator when he saw him leave, he just watched the person leave, and then he turned around and walked towards the mountain gate again.

"Senior brother!" At this time, the disciples of the Mingtai Sect, who had been guarding the mountain gate, also hurriedly greeted them.

Yin Wuxian waved his hand, rejecting Ling Tianlu's offer to help check on his injuries, and just took out another robe from the Qiankun bag and draped it over his body.

"Let's go. He said only these two words, and then led the people into the mountain gate. 166 Reading Network