"Hahaha......"

A hearty laugh came from the mouth of an old man in a cyan robe with a long beard, which looked particularly loud in the silent night sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Xiao Chunyang Guan turned out to be so down, is this the best disciple of your younger generation? I can't even beat the little apprentice who I have just started for less than three years, it's ridiculous!"

The old man walked out of the crowd, walked in front of an old Taoist aunt of Xiaochun Yangguan, pointed at the old Taoist aunt and said loudly: "Xuanting, what else do you have to say?"

Xuan Ting's dress was the same as Xuan Qing's, the difference was that she did not have a negative sword on her back, she was holding a whisk in her hand, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Behind her, there were also five old Taoist aunts sitting cross-legged, as if they had settled down, and they did not react to the outside world in the slightest.

Behind the five old Dao Gu, there were three young Dao Gus sitting cross-legged, and the three of them were crying and mourning, looking at the Xuanting Dao Elder at the front with their heads down.

Xuan Ting raised his head, broom eyebrows, hanging eyes, flat nose and wide mouth, not crying is a bitter gourd face, without the slightest dusty temperament of the world's masters.

Only her eyes are bright and soft, like a bright moon.

No joy or sorrow, no anger or anger.

"Master, I'...... Sorry for losing. ”

The female Taoist priest who looked like a man walked to Xuan Ting's side with her feet sloped, lowered her head and gritted her teeth.

Xuan Ting smiled lovingly at her, leaned down and held her sloped foot.

"Master, I don't care, I ......"

The woman seemed to be taken aback, wanted to retreat but didn't dare, and her eyes turned red for a moment.

Xuan Ting's hands like withered branches touched the woman's feet, twisted them slightly, and only heard a soft sound of bone joints, and the woman's sprained feet had recovered as before.

The woman was so strong that she didn't even snort, but she couldn't hold back her tears.

Xuan Ting raised his head, looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and sighed: "Miaoyin, victory and defeat are a common thing, why do you have to care about winning or losing? ”

"Yes, follow the Master's teachings. ”

Miao Yin bowed her head to be taught, wiped her tears, and sat cross-legged behind Xuan Ting, silent.

Seeing that Xuanting ignored him for a long time, the old Taoist priest snorted and said: "Xuanting, if you want to teach your disciples later, who is impatient to listen to your master and apprentice's ramblings? Obediently hand over the Qingmei Sword Technique, let go of the Qinglian Sword, and take your old Dao Gu out of this cave blessed land. ”

"Hmph, keep quiet old ways, what a big breath. ”

Daoist Xuanqing opened his mouth and sneered: "Your Dao name is Shoujing, which is really ironic! Do you remember when you knelt under my sword fifty years ago?"

Shoujing Lao Dao turned his head to look at Xuanqing, and said with a long smile: "Xuanqing, I admit that I am not your opponent, but so what?"

He turned around and stretched out his hand to point to the crowd around the bonfire: "See, the Thirteen True Sects, but your Pure Yang Sect is the only one who doesn't accept it." There are only four disciples under the age of twenty-five, and one is more useless than the other. ”

"What qualifications do you have to occupy this Cave Heaven Blessed Land? What other reason do you have to inherit Lu Zu's Qingmei Sword Technique and keep Lu Zu's Qinglian Sword?"

"Uncle Shoujing is right. ”

Another middle-aged Taoist walked out of the crowd: "Master Xuanting, even the inheritance of Xiaochun Yangguan has become a problem, why do you want to keep guarding the exercises passed down by my Taoist ancestor?"

Xuan Ting sighed and said: "The Qingmei Sword Technique and the Qinglian Sword are passed down by my ancestor Lu Zu, how can my descendants abandon the ancestral inheritance?"

"The Dao Sect of the world is one family, what is your share of mine? Master Xuanting, you are in love. The middle-aged Taoist immediately said.

"It's really funny!" Xuanqing Daoist raised his eyebrows and glared: "Master Mingyi, since this is the case, then why don't you announce the inheritance of the Ziyang Sect to the public for the world's Daomen to study?"

The middle-aged Taoist was speechless when he heard this.

Seeing this, Shoujing Lao Dao flicked his long sleeves and said loudly: "It's useless to talk more, our Quanzhen Twelve Sects are not here to argue with your Pure Yang Sect." ”

"This session has been held for four days, and you have only four people participating in the battle, and only one person is sent to fight every night, so this is the end of it, right? If you can't find any more young disciples to come out, according to the agreement, hand over the Lu Zu inheritance. ”

"Hand it over. ”

"Hand it over. ”

"Hand it over. ”

……

As soon as Shoujing Lao Dao spoke, the disciples behind him responded. Seeing this, the other factions also echoed and shouted.

Daoist Xuanqing glanced at everyone with disdainful eyes, and sneered: "The inheritance of Lu Zu is in the hands of Uncle Wuchen, if you have the courage, go to Master Wuchen to ask for it." ”

"You!"

Shoujing Lao Dao was furious, and turned his head to look at Xuan Ting: "Xuan Ting, what do you mean, you Pure Yang Sect have to pay the bills? A hundred years ago, it was the Dustless Master Ancestor who high-fived with our Twelve Sect Patriarchs to hold a sword discussion every ten years to determine the inheritance of Lu Zu and the ownership of this Cave Heaven Blessed Land. Why, the Dustless Master Ancestor is going to break his promise?"

As soon as his words fell, the people around him shouted.

The leaders of the other ten factions stood beside Shoujing Lao Dao one after another, surrounding Xuan Ting and the others in the middle, and there was a great intention of drawing swords against each other if they disagreed.

The five old Dao Gus who were meditating with their eyes closed behind Xuan Ting suddenly opened their eyes, and the sword spikes of the long sword on their shoulders were windless.

The Xuanting Daoist still looked like Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, and he said softly: "The words of the Dustless Master Ancestor are the decree of the law, and there is no reason to break his word. Fellow Daoists, please be calm. ”

Shoujing Lao Dao forced him to ask, "Then what do you mean? Just four people participated in the battle, and they dragged us for four days. For the sake of the Dustless Master, we also admit that you send one person to participate in the battle every day, and now that we have lost all four battles, don't you still admit defeat?"

He suddenly said: "I almost forgot, I remember that you also have a lay disciple named Yan Qing, are you waiting for her to come back and turn the tide?"

A middle-aged Taoist named Ming Yi took over with a smile: "Senior Uncle Shoujing, I have seen Senior Sister Yan Qing." If I'm not mistaken, she can't even beat this wonderful music master and nephew, how can she turn the tide?"

"The two of you are right, my lay apprentice Yan Qing is indeed not even Miaoyin's opponent, so I didn't call her back this time. Xuan Ting said good-naturedly.

"So what are you waiting for?" shouted the old man Shou Jing.

Xuan Ting turned her head and looked at Liu Xi who was standing on the outskirts of the crowd, and everyone's eyes also twisted with her and fell on Liu Xi.

Liu Xi stood leisurely outside the crowd, looking like she had nothing to do with herself. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, they looked back at the past in confusion.

Xuan Ting smiled at her, and suddenly stood up, and the five old Taoist aunts behind her also got up with her, and bowed to Liu Xi from a distance:

"Xiao Chunyang Guan Xuanting, meet Uncle Taizhen. ”

Yuexia Gonghou said

Thanks to Xuanyuan Yuyu for the peach blossom fan, thanks to Xiao Tuohai's mother for the sachet, and thanks to the book city doll for the 100 book coins, Mo Da.