Who is Wen Tingyan?

Five years ago, he became the first big disciple of Jingxuanzong, born in the Wen family, the lord of the six states, and his weapon was a jade screen flute, and the flute was carved with a phoenix and a dragon, which was lifelike. The rest of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info, the cultivation is unknown, the age is unknown, and even the appearance is unknown.

It is rumored that Wen Tingyan has been fostered by the side of Qingyunzi of Jingxuanzong since he was a child, and has been secretly raised, after the first disciple of the previous one resigned in order to impact the late retreat of Jindan, the whole of Jingxuanzong was secretly guessing which family the next first disciple would come from, and such a little-known person appeared. Even more ridiculous...... The previous first disciple resigned due to retreat, and Wen Tingyan had been in retreat for five years since the sect conference......

"Check for me, the first senior brother is out of the customs with a face, and not entertaining seems to be a loss of manners for our Wang family." Wang Lihuan looked at the direction of Wen Tingyan's departure with gloomy eyes, and silently calculated in his heart the response of the first disciple who appeared in everyone's sight for the first time.

Originally, five years ago, if Wen Tingyan had not appeared, the position of the first disciple would have been held by Wang Lihuan's cousin, and his Wang family's status in Jingxuanzong would have been further enhanced. This roadblock ruined their good deeds five years ago, and five years later, they still can't get along with themselves in the extreme yin physique, Wang Lihuan couldn't help but wonder if this person did it on purpose, and then shook his head again, the core secret of the Wang family, except for Deadpool and the direct children of the Wang family, the side branches of the Wang family don't know.

"Yes." Li Li, who was on the side, crushed a piece of jade slip when he heard this, and passed a few words out.

At this moment, Wen Tingyan was walking in the clouds with Gu Yin's imperial things, and the swishing cold wind blew Gu Yin's little face blue.

Wen Tingyan smiled and said, "Ayin, luck against the cold, isn't it stupid." He didn't admit that he was watching the child in a daze, and deliberately didn't block the wind for her in order to "wake up" her.

"I just met Wang Lihuan and was in a trance." Gu Yin leaned into the arms behind him, looking at the undulating mountains under his feet intertwined with flowing water, and the milky white clouds and mist passing by his side from time to time, feeling unprecedented freedom and peace of mind.

She watched a lark fly past her with great interest, and said, "I thought I would have to entangle with Wang Lihuan, thank you, senior brother." ”

"Oh? Ayin wants to thank me? What do you thank? Wen Tingyan teased her.

"Slaughter Bai Zhi and roast it for you to eat." Gu Yin teased solemnly, and a big white cat rushed out of the ring in an instant, standing next to the jade flute with a fussy body, and it was able to stand in the air.

"Explain it to Ben God! You guys are actually going to eat the wise and martial god Bai Zhi?! ”

"Ayin is joking, she can't even kill a chicken, how can she kill you, an old immortal." Wen Tingyan said with a grin.

"It's not a joke! You're insulting my cat! "Five years have passed, Bai Zhi's voice has gotten out of a little immaturity, and it sounds a little like a little Zhengtai, but he is still a little kid~

"Then no kidding, go back and burn the fire and slaughter the cat." Gu Yin looked at the fried kitten with a smile, a soft and small lump, obviously so cute but always pretending to be a god.

"You are embarrassed, Lao Tzu is no longer serving!" After that, the cat pouted her ass coldly, and left nobly and coldly on the clouds, Gu Yin couldn't help but be surprised when she saw it, this kind of cultivated demon beast is said to be equivalent to a human Jindan period monk in the book of ten thousand demons, and the little white cat is not small......

As if seeing Gu Yin's thoughts, Wen Tingyan said: "How can it be so powerful, Da Bai can no longer cultivate, and what he retains is some general techniques." ”

Gu Yin subconsciously wanted to ask why he couldn't cultivate, but after thinking about it, Wen Tingyan would naturally say if he wanted to let himself know, but what he didn't want to know was that he might not be able to open his mouth even if he was killed, so he let go of his mind to ask.

"Come, Senior Brother will take you to have some fun." Senior Brother Wen took the initiative to divert his attention as if he had a mind reading technique.

I saw that the jade flute, which was swaying slowly, was speeding up, and the scene in Gu Yin's eyes began to blur from clear, with the sound of the whistling wind in his ears, and his throat seemed to be composing a poem with a long rhythm.

All you can feel is the wind, when it pierces through the clouds at high speed, the wind that is as sharp as a knife is as soft as fine silk and glides over Gu Yin's face, neck, and hands, as if it is massage, with a playful and comfortable meaning. Thrills intertwined with speed and comfort.

"What is this?" Instinctively feeling that it was Wen Tingyan manipulating the romance, Gu Yin couldn't help but speak.

"Wind spells, fun, right?" Wen Tingyan smiled and had fun with the child.

It's a pity that it's easy to be happy and sad.

"Wen! Courtyard! Elegant! A middle-aged man's voice that was full of anger and even more anger pierced through the clouds and forcibly intercepted Wen Tingyan's jade flute.

The person who came was full of beards, the shiny eyeball clamps the size of soybeans were completely unrecognizable in the hair, and the huge body like a small mountain stood there, and Gu Yin instantly felt that his field of vision was much narrower.

"Oh, isn't this Senior Brother Jingcheng, what kind of wind blew you here."

Gu Yin felt that in front of the obviously menacing Jingcheng, Wen Tingyan's tone was a little underwhelming.

Sure enough, Jing Cheng took a few deep breaths, and the breath exhaled from his nose blew his beard flying, only to see him take a breath and roar angrily: "Where do you still have the slightest consciousness of the first disciple!" If you are out of customs, you will not go to the law enforcement hall to report! What the hell is going here! Do you still know where the door of the Mirror Xuanzong opens! ”

After saying it in one breath, Fang Yuan felt Jingcheng's anger for a hundred miles, and Wen Tingyan covered Gu Yin's ears as soon as he opened his mouth, so that she would not be poisoned by this lion's roar.

"Senior Brother Jingcheng, dissipate the gas, dissipate the gas. You have been in the original Dao Hall for so many years, and you still worry about Tingyan so much, hard work. Wen Tingyan had great respect for Jingcheng, which calmed down the anger in his heart a little.

"Uncle Shi asked you to be the first disciple of this seat, you didn't say a word and retreated for five years, and now you are out of the customs, one has not visited the master, the second has not visited the brother, and the third has not taken care of the affairs in the hall, if it were not for the news from the Wang family, the whole sect would have been kept in the dark until now. If you can't give a reason today, you have to let your uncle confine you when you go back. The beard continued to flutter in the wind.

"Alas, I specially came to Yangzhou to help recruit disciples in the Linzong Sect, no, I found a good seedling." Wen Tingyan pretended to sigh, Gu Yin looked up at him incredulously, this person also had a wall on his face? So thick?

"Gu Yin has seen his predecessors." Seeing Jingcheng looking at him, Gu Yin calmly clasped his fists and saluted, and his unfazed strength at a young age impressed Jingcheng.

As soon as he arrived, he found this little girl, a fourth-level cultivator of qi refining, and at the age of eleven or twelve years old, she could be called superior in qualifications.

"No need to be polite." The reason for recruiting new disciples naturally couldn't convince Jing Cheng, "This can also let you run in person?" ”

"Of course it's not just this, Ayin's cultivation is Wanmu Fengchun, and those who are senior brothers must take good care of them." Wen Tingyan said.

Jing Cheng seemed to be angry twice, his beard moved even harder, and obviously the corners of his mouth began to twitch, "You...... You...... You're just messing around! ”

Wen Tingyan respectfully clenched his fists, and the ghost face that made people not see his smiling face became more and more hateful, and said: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, Wanmu Fengchun Ayin has adapted very well, and he has cultivated quickly." ”

The corners of Jing Cheng's mouth twitched even more.