The courtyard in the remote mountainous area, which no one has ever cared about, suddenly became very different in the eyes of the world. It's just that I know where there are a few people who practice martial arts, and I have never thought of being with the immortals. Especially the young men and girls in the yard often go down the mountain to eat rouge, and the new children who go up the mountain still eat at the bottom of the mountain from time to time.

The little kid named Wutong has become the child king of several villages in recent years, and even some older children are afraid of this child's fist. I never expected that the mountains had been turbulent in the past few days, and the courtyard that had always been peaceful did not seem to be peaceful. What's more, that mischievous Gotong hasn't sneaked down the mountain for several days.

Most people knew that there was an old fairy living in that small courtyard, and that many young people in the mountains had always been like that, as if they had not changed. It is only in the past few years that the naughty child has become familiar with several villages under the mountain, but there will also be some emergencies that are difficult to cure, and they will go to the yard to ask for elixir. But now the mountains are not peaceful, especially the courtyard.

Recently, a lot of immortals have been flying in and out of that courtyard, which reminds the village that the fairy in the mountain is a real immortal. It's not that Taoist who has lived for a long time and just knows some magic, but that Wutong is really a mortal, and he has never seen a spell, or do those great things that ordinary people can't do.

For a while, in the lively courtyard, only Wang Feng was the only one who was clean, and Wu Qing was guarding by his side. This is what Xiyangzi promised at the beginning, and he will help the disciples in the courtyard refine some commonly used pills, and the most important thing is that Wuqing is worthy of being the junior in Xiyangzi's mouth who loves alchemy but doesn't like refining. The talent of Wuqing Alchemy was so high that even Xiao Jie sighed at it, and in just a few days, Wang Feng taught him several techniques for refining medicinal power. One after another of pharmacology is memorized, and the mastery of Danhuo has also grown a lot.

It is clear that Wujing is the first president of the Youth Academy, and the tiger head Ah Zi saw that he was bored before, but he helped Wujing prepare for the succession ceremony a month later, and he had to cross the catastrophe on the same day. This is no longer the business of Wujing alone, it is the second person to appear in the entire Qing Academy. In the future, there will be a third person and a fourth person at the same time, and only Wang Feng Wujing knows about these candidates. Those juniors and disciples will become Yuan Ying after their own tribulation, and only after the ceremony will a new Qingshu appear in front of the world.

Wujing has been managing the items needed that day in the courtyard, but in the back mountain, there are two juniors who have been in retreat. That's the master's explanation, if you don't get married, you won't be allowed to go out, and the rest of the disciples have been busy, and even the youngest Wutong is busy everywhere. Wujing looked at the changes in the courtyard, and this was no longer the way the senior brother lived peacefully.

But seeing that the younger brothers and sisters are very different from before, although the master is gone, it seems to arouse the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts. They still don't know that they have lost not only Shizun but also Wuyu and Wuteng, the second junior brother of a hundred years, Wuteng has always known in Wujing's heart that in three hundred years, he should have been fighting for his master, but he was forcibly sent out by a senior brother that year. Which senior brother did not walk out of the Kunwu Sect alive, let alone enter the Rizhao Peak that all the monks of the Kunwu Mountain Range were afraid of.

No one has ever been able to come out of the monks who have entered, although only half of the Jindan Yuanying selected every year will enter Rizhao Peak, but the selected disciples of Naqing Academy have all entered Rizhao Peak. The somewhat moist mirror in his eyes has always understood that the master is not as simple as what he seems, and this may be the opportunity for all secrets to appear.

Looking up at the sky, he said silently: "Master, the other junior disciples don't know." But Wujing understands that there are many brothers and sisters before me, and they don't know where they have gone. If they are still why they want to hand over this burden to Wujing, I don't know if the appearance of the three of them is expected by the master or variable. Wujing has never understood that for more than three hundred years, Shizun has never made a breakthrough, let alone cultivated, how many times has Wujing said that as long as Shizun is good, even if it is more than a junior brother and sister, Wujing can take care of it, as long as you leave here, don't participate in the massacre once in fifty years, isn't it? After following Shizun for more than 300 years, he should have left here or entered the Kunwu Sect, but Wujing, like Shizun, chose Ze and stopped at the current realm. ”

Walked towards the most simple room in Xiyangzi, and said: "Shizun Wujing has always disappointed Shizun, maybe it is expedient for you to choose Ze as the first dean." Wujing understands that the most suitable person for this dean is the little junior brother who has not yet grown up, and will wait until the day the little junior brother gets married to give up the position of dean. In the past few years, the Qingyuan Academy will be strong, and the day when the master can come back, he will definitely see a different Qingyuan. ”

Wujing, who was sitting alone on Xiyangzi's seat, closed his eyes and pondered about the past of these years. A person slowly approached the gray robe and sat down, a very casual pot of wine, and then two porcelain cups were filled. didn't say much, drank all the wine in the cup, spit out a mouthful of wine, and sat quietly beside Wujing.

At this time, Wujing did not have the appearance of a junior, and slowly opened his eyes to look at this senior who was a Yuan Ying Mirror. said: "Senior Wang has already seen Wujing's thoughts. ”

Wang Feng poured a sip and said: "Daoist friends don't need to say much, Wang Mou, who has been reluctant to marry a baby in Jindanjing, understands. Xiyangzi's plan is probably only clear to Daoyou, and maybe only a trace of understanding. ”

Wujing on the side casually raised a sip and drank it all slowly, and slowly spit out a sip of wine and said: "Good wine, I have not tasted this kind of strong wine from the mortal world for more than two hundred years." There has always been a saying in the world, Wujing still remembers it very clearly, wine is strong and intimidating. ”

Calmly, two jars of the same spirit, Wang Feng directly drank it and said: "Where is the Taoist friend who is instigating, who can avoid the heavenly tribulation in the Jindan Mirror all the time, and there are even fewer people who can reach the consummation realm as long as they cross the tribulation." If it weren't for the entanglement and mundane affairs, why wouldn't there be a master in this Qingyuan, who could do it with such a strong heart. Although Wang entered the Yuanying Realm earlier than Daoyou, he didn't dare to underestimate half a point, and now taking over as the dean is an opportunity. ”

Seeing Wang Feng's blunt words, Wujing raised the wine jar and drank it all in one gulp, throwing it into the air, the sword in his hand made a set of swordsmanship, and there was no defect in entering and exiting the no-man's land, and the last sword stabbed the altar in the air. said: "I'm coming to an altar." ”

A jar appeared in his hand again, and he threw it into the air, and the exquisite sword moves of the Enlightenment Mirror that stepped into the air did not exude a trace of aura, but it was full of alcohol. Each sword roared like a dragon, and in a moment, the light sword swam away, and the sword qi did not leave the wine altar once. Until a sword pointed to the wine jar, there was a little loophole, and the liquor that flowed out was always in the mouth of the top of the camera.

I saw Wujing kick his head in the wine jar, and fly into the air again, sword after sword, all of which are exquisite. It wasn't until all the spirits in a jar were drunk that he put away his sword and sat down, and Wang Feng had already drunk all the jars and said: "A good sword with spirits is like this." ”

Sit down and drink the wine in the glass and say, "How good are Taoist friends, you are at ease." ”

Wang Feng raised his glass and said, "Comfortable, comfortable." As a cultivator, anyone who can cultivate freely is just self-deception. If Wang's brother sees you, he will definitely become a good friend, but it's a pity that he is not here now. ”

Wujing, who had been thinking for a long time, looked up at the courtyard and said, "Cultivate freely, self-deception is good." I am the master, and what is the old immortal. ”

Wang Feng, who was shocked in his heart, heard that there was another person who suddenly understood Xiyangzi, and what Wujing had been waiting for. I saw Wujing, who got up, and said: "Thank you for the wine, Wujing will remember it." Now that the Academy has been established, Wujing can't think about being at ease, and now it's time to help with the things that should be helped. ”

Seeing the departing Wujing Wang Feng drinking the wine in the cup alone, he sighed: "You are like this, what do I have to say." ”