On the eve of dawn, the sky was particularly dark.

On the top of Yiyun Peak, a slightly chubby man in a wide robe, a person in Yiyun's vein, the old ancestor of the Mu family, Mu Xinglie.

In a small but by no means ordinary people can enter the forbidden place of the Mujia family, pacing back and forth.

Suddenly, Mu Xinglie stopped, his eyes looked at the eaves of the wall, and the waves suddenly rose in the calm mid-air like stagnant water, Mu Xinglie walked forward slowly, stepped into the waves, and his figure disappeared.

In a hall that was also small but not too small, it was empty, except for a few candles on the confession table and three straw futons in front of the desk.

At this time, on the rightmost futon, there was a young man with his legs crossed on the ground, a thin young man, a man dressed in a simple light-colored robe, and a wooden hairpin on his head.

The thin man, who was closing his eyes and pondering, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the empty futon on his left.

Suddenly, wherever the thin man's gaze looked, the microwave swirled continuously.

The figure of a man in a wide robe emerges.

The thin man got up, bent down meticulously, and after saluting, he said softly, "Uncle." ”

Mu Xinglie, the old man in the wide robe, looked at the thin young man in front of him, but he frowned and said: "From now on, the sect master, don't be like this, the rules and disciplines of the sect, the rules and ancestral laws of the sect, the sect is in front, and the remaining veins next to the main peaks are only behind, and the master of a sect should have the courage and majesty of the master of a sect, which has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation." ”

The thin young man didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the words of the old man in front of him because he was the master of the Heavenly Sect.

Instead, he nodded very seriously, and remembered it in his heart like a student listening to his master.

The sect master is not good, especially the sect master of the Heavenly Sect, it is even more difficult to be, after all, all the people in charge of the six main veins, just talking about going out, are all monks of the upper three realms who can open an independent mountain on their own.

Therefore, the previous sect masters of the Heavenly Sect were all walking on thin ice.

Thin young man, this Xuan Emperor of the Upper Three Realms and a Heavy Heaven Cultivator who has just taken over the number one sect master in Zhongzhou and even the Five Prefectures for only five years, has not even figured out the big and small things from the Heavenly Sect.

It's not that he doesn't pay attention to Dong Ran's salary enough, but it's too big away from the Heavenly Sect, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it's vast and oceanic, and the manpower is always limited, even if it's a monk of the Upper Three Realms, it's time to exhaust his strength.

There are many reasons why Dong Ranxin will be respectful to this Yiyun Yimai Peak Master, and even serve as a junior and disciple.

There are ways to show goodwill, and there are even more to stabilize yourself.

What kind of thoughts this backward sect master had, how could he not know Mu Xinglie.

Mu Xinglie put his hands behind his back, and said without anger: "The sect master knows that the old man has been in charge of the Precept Peak for two hundred and thirty-one years, and if you add the practice of urinating in the Precept Peak, it will be a full three hundred and three years. ”

Dong Ranxin was stunned for a moment, figuring out the meaning beyond the words.

Mu Xinglie continued to talk to himself: "In the years that the old man has been in charge of the Discipline Peak, the number of sect masters who have come to my Yiyun Peak can be counted, and the sect that can come to this room, counting you, there are only two in total, do you know why?"

Dong Ranxin subconsciously shook his head, not that he hadn't thought about it, but he really couldn't think of it.

At that time, Dong Ranxin was just an ordinary peak monk who only knew how to cultivate, where would he worry about these things that were out of reach for him.

Compared to becoming the master of a sect away from the Heavenly Sect, being able to jump to the three realms is also something that makes him think that Yan Xinglu is also out of reach and even thought about it, after all, his cultivation talent is not the best, even on the top of the mountain that is not big in his own house, it is only a midstream level.

But it's just that the monk who doesn't even have his own master and gives too much hope is chasing after him, but he is like a broken bamboo step by step, or the avenue is open and unobstructed, and the level is as dangerous as walking on the ground.

It became the upper three realms on the Mingdong Mountain, and then became the suzerain of the great sect of Litianzong in one fell swoop.

It's as if everything is going on a smooth note, like a boat sailing down the river, standing still and traveling farther and farther.

He Dong Ranxin is now simply an idol of dozens of veins from the Heavenly Sect except for the six main veins, flaunting the characters.

A very high thought on the way to practice on the top of the mountain illuminates the road, and the future of the province is long and bright.

But only he knows how to burn salary, and he only has endless fear in his heart, and even extraordinary uneasiness.

pie fell from the sky, and before he Dong Ranxin could pick it up, he got the kind in his mouth.

Mu Xinglie got up, "Turning his head to look at the middle of the clearing table, there was an object in the middle, but now it was an empty place, and continued: "That's because the old man is in charge of this precept peak. ”

It is both contradictory and reasonable.

"Do you know why the main peak of the six veins has never had a sect master, but has to wait for one of the remaining small veins on the side?"

Dong Ranxin frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Avoid conflicts of interest, which is not good for the sect?"

Mu Xinglie shook his head, "No, at least not at all, do you think those old guys have lived in vain?

So Dong Ranxin had to continue to think, and Mu Xinglie continued to speak: "At that time, because they didn't dare. ”

Mu Xinglie's words simply sounded in his ears like a thunderclap, which could make those cultivators who were in charge of the main vein and leapt to the Three Realms Xuan Emperor several heavens, what else would they not dare.

Suddenly, he only felt that his right shoulder tightened, and then a spatial twisting force came, so this new sect master who had risen to the Three Realms Xuan Emperor and a heavy heaven for only five years, and had only been six years away from the position of the sect master of the Heavenly Sect, was really a little uncomfortable with this boundary-breaking journey, and it was even more bumpy within the Yiyun Peak of three or four steps and one taboo, and five or six steps and one enchantment.

The Triple Heaven of the Xuan Emperor of the Upper Three Realms is also strong and weak.

Mu Xinglie's Xuandi Triple Heaven is the Triple Heaven of the Triple Heaven, which can be used as half of the Xuan Sheng's envoy, and the Xuandi Emperor Triple Heaven who strictly follows the law is not the bottom of the Heavy Heaven, but it is also the kind that is slightly lower in the middle reach.

Of course, no matter how you do it, Emperor Xuan's heavy heaven is unreachable in the eyes of ordinary monks, and he is a master of my generation with a little scenery on the top of the mountain.

The figure suddenly staggered, and after gaining a firm foothold, Dong Ranxin looked at the scene in front of him, and looked at Mu Xinglie on the side strangely.

With a puzzled face, he was in the ancestral hall of the Heavenly Sect.

The last time he came to the Patriarch Hall, he Dong Ranxin was only the peak of Emperor Xuan.

Clear for the wooden table, the table is as good as ever, vividly.