Chapter 6: Master Zu, We're Sorry for You (Revised)

"Don't be a disciple, meet the ancestor!"

Come to the disciples.

Everyone knelt down in unison, their faces full of grievances and thick well-behaved.

Feng Yiyang's gaze swept across the faces of the little apprentices.

A good man and three gangs, these inexplicably cute little guys have a lot of use.

Don't you want people to pretend to be beep!

"Now how many generations is my Qingping Immortal Sect, who is the head?"

Three thousand white silks fluttered with the wind, and the flat voice was particularly solemn in the ears of the disciples and grandchildren.

It seems that Master Zu is going to ask the teacher for guilt.

"Master Yuzu, he is a young apprentice, the Taoist name is Qingyingzi, and his common name is Li Fengchi." Qing Yingzi said stubbornly.

And the five generations of disciples on the side were even more frightened and trembling.

"Get up."

"Yes."

Feng Yiyang didn't say much, "Qing Yingzi will follow me to the Dao Pavilion, and you can clean up the sect." ”

Qing Mingzi's eyes signaled, and he carefully followed behind Feng Yiyang with light steps, quietly like a quail, and headed towards the mountain.

The remaining disciples looked at each other, and then exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

When Master Zu left, he felt that a big mountain had been removed from his chest, and he could take a breath again.

"Senior brother, what should we do?" The little disciple looked at Jin Shiming with a puzzled expression.

"Let's use water control and wash it!" Jin Shiming looked at the bloodstains around him and said without thinking.

"This?"

Although the water control decision is the most basic qi refining method, it is a bit extravagant to use it to clean the sect.

"Go for it!"

"Okay."

In the Dao Pavilion.

Feng Yiyang looked at the three-story wooden tower in front of him.

This is the foundation of the Qingping Immortal Sect and the source of the wonderful law, but today, the huge Dao Pavilion has been empty.

Collecting millions of books is a thing of the past.

"Boom!"

"Master Zu, the apprentices and grandsons are incompetent, and they have failed to protect Qingping's century-old foundation."

In this situation, Qing Mingzi knelt on the ground, with a guilty face.

Qingping Immortal Sect, it's gone, the immortal law, how can it be an immortal?

is also a ninefold qi refiner, and the ordinary sect exerts true qi, while the Qingping sect with immortal cultivation is mana.

However, in recent decades, the method of Qingping Immortal Sect has been continuously lost or cut off, not to mention that in recent days, the Dao Pavilion has been attacked devastatingly, and now, alas!

"For a hundred years, the deity thought that I Qingping was not enterprising enough, but I was more than successful."

"You guys!"

Feng Yiyang had a look of hatred on his face.

"The disciples are incompetent!"

Qing Mingzi's face turned even paler when he saw this.

"Humph!"

"For the sake of your dedication to the sect and the great loss of your cultivation, you will be demoted to the acting sect master!"

"Hand over the Patriarch's Order."

In the eyes of the Ming people, the three words unhappy have been greatly written on the face of a certain ancestor.

"Yes!"

Qing Yingzi lowered his eyebrows and didn't dare to say a word.

"You go out, I want to be quiet!"

"The disciples obeyed."

Before Qing Yingzi left, a word couldn't help but come to his mind, who is Jingjing!

The most precious thing in the entire Qingping Immortal Sect is not the Dao Pavilion, but the secret room under the Dao Pavilion.

Even as the sect master of the Qingping Immortal Sect, he didn't know that there was a mysterious secret room in front of His Excellency.

And the key that can open this secret room is the Sect Master's Order!

Such a magical operation, Feng Yiyang is a little dizzy.

Picking up the order of the sect master, stepping on the Seven Stars and Flowing Clouds Bagua Steps, a few moves, only to hear a click, Feng Yiyang's right foot slightly sunk down by half an inch.

Three meters away, a one-meter-cube stone slab opened with a bang.

Feng Yiyang walked in familiarly.