In the sect of Tiangangmen, there is a waterfall with beautiful scenery. It is a favorite place for some of the double monks in the door. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the air is fresh, and it is the best place to fall in love.

In this small mountain, Han Ming was wearing that white robe, and his slightly handsome face was shining from the sun, and there was a kind of mesmerizing ripple in his eyes.

Murong Wan sat quietly beside Han Ming, glancing at Han Ming from time to time. His eyes were full of tenderness and a different feeling, and after a while he lowered his head again, and his face turned crimson.

It had been three days since Han Ming reached the foundation building stage monk, and these three days were the most leisurely days in a year for Han Ming. Accompanying Murong Wan to visit the beautiful scenery of Tiangangmen every day, the two walked side by side on every path and stream. Although Han Ming rarely spoke, Murong Wan seemed to like this calmness as well.

At the bottom of the waterfall is a small forest, where there are all kinds of spirit animals and wild birds, all kinds of small animals running and playing in the woods, and this place is as peaceful as a fairyland on earth.

"Han Ming, what are you thinking?" At sunset, Murong Wan finally broke this calm, blinked her big beautiful eyes, and asked gently.

Han Ming glanced at Murong Wan with a smile, looked into the distance with a deep gaze, and said, "A few years ago, I was an abandoned son of a family, and I couldn't repair the real waste materials. Now he is a monk who has entered the foundation building period, and a personal disciple of the Great Elder of the Tiangang Gate. It's unimaginable how different a day this place is!"

Murong Wan covered her mouth and smiled: "All this is fate! My grandfather once said that everything that happens in this world is cause and effect. Everything has a cause and must have an effect, it may be that you were abandoned by your family is the cause, and now here is the effect!"

"Cause and effect, cause and effect!Is being abandoned by the family the cause?Is it the effect here now?" Han Ming thought for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly. For him, his causes are too many.

If he hadn't met Dongfang Ran in the bottomless abyss, he wouldn't have been like this now.

What's more, the Lingwu Venerable Master accepted himself as an apprentice not because of his qualifications, but because of the strength of his soul. For the strength of the soul, Han Ming didn't know why, he could only think that God had finally favored him once!

Just because Han Ming's qualifications were not good, except for Zhou Tai, everyone else thought that the Lingwu Master was old and confused, and they actually found such a waste material to be accepted as an apprentice. But they only fancied the qualifications, but they didn't know the strength of Han Ming's soul.

It's no wonder that how can ordinary cultivators be able to see other people's souls? Only a Lingwu Master who cultivates the Beidou Zhou Yi Hexagram can feel the extraordinaryness of Han Ming's soul at a glance.

"Yes, if I hadn't been abandoned by my family, I wouldn't have met you little girl!" Han Ming quipped Murong Wan.

Murong Wan suddenly pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm not a little girl, I'm in my twenties this year." My mother was already married to my father at my age!" Speaking of getting married, Murong Wan's face instantly turned red.

"Okay, okay, it's not a little girl, it's an adult! I must become a strong man, stand at the peak of this Kunlun Continent, and let those who once despised me and insulted me look up to me!" After Han Ming said with a smile, he suddenly stood up and roared in a low voice to the sky, his tone was full of incomparable anger and an eager mood.

At this time, Han Ming was the one who fascinated her the most in Murong Wan. Recalls when he was hunted down by Wang Lin and his minions in Ivory City. Even if Han Ming was seriously injured, he still stood in front of Murong Wan like an iron man.

"Maybe I've liked him since that time, right? It's just that he's too stupid to understand other people's minds until now!" Murong Wan glanced at Han Ming with grievance, thinking silently in her heart.

Just as Murong Wan was thinking nonsense, in a corner next to her. A handsome and extraordinary man looked at Han Ming and Murong Wan viciously behind him, his face extremely gloomy.

"This Murong Wan pretends to be a goddess every day, and now she is with this waste. Hmph!" After the man snorted coldly, he glanced at Han Ming viciously, then turned around and walked towards Han Ming and Murong Wan.

And Han Ming and Murong Wan were also about to leave, but they saw the man just now walking towards them with an expressionless face.

Murong Wan obviously saw the man, and said to Han Ming in a low voice at the moment: "This is Zhao Feng, the only son of the head of the family, who has always been arrogant on weekdays!

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a soft smile on Zhao Feng's handsome face, and walked in front of Han Ming and Murong Wan. Without even glancing at Han Ming, he looked directly at Murong Wan affectionately and said, "Senior sister, where are you going?"

"Prepare to go back to the Beidou Zhou Yi Hall with Senior Brother Han!" After all, Murong Wan and this Zhao Feng are also senior brothers and sisters, and Murong Wan can't do too much, so she has to deal with it casually.

Zhao Feng heard that Murong Wan mentioned this Han Ming again, his eyes glanced at Han Ming, and then looked at Han Ming, and said contemptuously: "Oh, this is the waste material apprentice collected by the Spirit Martial Master! This is a celebrity in our Tiangang Sect, who in our Tiangang Sect doesn't know the name of Senior Brother Han?"

Hearing this, Han Ming sneered, and then replied: "Am I a waste material, what does it have to do with you? But a person like you, even if he has some qualifications, he can't become a big thing, and he can do the great way!"

After that, Han Ming didn't want to entangle with Zhao Feng more. In Han Ming's opinion, arguing with such a person is simply an insult to himself.

And when Zhao Feng heard this, how could he, who had been accustomed to flattery since he was a child, endure this fire, and immediately roared angrily: "What qualifications does your little elder disciple have to compare with me? Hmph, if you are not convinced, we can learn from each other and see who can't become a great weapon and walk the Great Dao!"

"Zhao Feng, do you know what kind of punishment you will be punished for fighting privately in the door?" Murong Wan couldn't help it, her eyes glared at Zhao Feng and shouted angrily.

Before Zhao Feng and Han Ming could speak, they only heard a familiar voice from a distance: "Oh, little elder?Zhao Feng, is this how your father taught you to respect your teacher?"

Hearing this, Zhao Feng took a closer look. The person who spoke had already arrived at Han Ming's side, and it was none other than the Lingwu Master.

Being caught red-handed for saying big things is no less than hitting Zhao Feng directly in the face. But the person who came here was the Great Elder of the Dharma Protector in the sect, and he was also the senior brother of his father, so he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the Lingwu Master.

"The disciple didn't dare, the disciple was confused for a moment just now, and I hope the master will forgive me!" Zhao Feng hurriedly bent over with his fists clenched, and apologized sincerely.

The Lingwu Venerable looked at Zhao Feng coldly and snorted coldly: "Hmph! I see that you are very bold, I don't know who gave you such daring!"

At this moment, a purple light came quickly, and instantly landed next to Zhao Feng. When I looked closely, it was Zhao Fan with a mighty face and wearing the robe of the head of Tiangang. Although Zhao Fan's face was smiling, looking at it made Han Ming feel a sense of majesty.

Han Ming suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe, and the spiritual power around him was a little chaotic. The Lingwu Venerable snorted coldly, and with a wave of his big hand, Han Ming returned to normal, without the feeling of being suppressed.

"Master Zhao is so majestic! He connived at his son to insult the Dharma Protector Elder, and embarrassed my apprentice in front of me! Master Zhao is so big in his family, what a big method!" Seeing that Han Ming had returned to normal, the Lingwu Venerable Master immediately teased Zhao Fan with some annoyance.

Zhao Fan still smiled and said casually: "Where is the senior brother, just now I just tried the cultivation of Senior Brother Han, I want to come to Senior Brother to accept a good apprentice!

At this time, Zhao Feng saw his father coming, and hurriedly retreated behind his father, gloating and watching Han Ming make a foreign appearance.

When the Lingwu Venerable saw Zhao Feng's appearance, he glared at Zhao Feng angrily. Zhao Feng instantly felt his heart "chuckle", and quickly lowered his head not to look at the eyes of the Lingwu Master.

"That being the case, that's good. What should this Zhao Feng be guilty of insulting my disciples and insulting his fellow disciples?"

Zhao Feng was born as an only child, and he has always been particularly fond of him. Today, because of a trivial matter, he was about to be punished, which made his dissatisfaction with the Lingwu Venerable even greater.

However, there is a clear rule in the cultivation world that all cultivation monks must respect their teachers and respect their ways, and there is an order between their teachers and brothers. In this way, we will not mess up the Taoism and the name of the righteous way.

But the Demon Dao does not have this provision, in the eyes of the people of the Demon Gate. As long as you can improve your cultivation, the master can be killed, and the brother can be killed. As long as you can improve your cultivation, you have to do it no matter what the cost.

Therefore, the Demon Dao has always been a master, and they are all that kind of murderous maniac.

At this time, even if Zhao Fan pretended to be good, he was a little unhappy and said, "Senior brother, Feng'er is still young, why do you need to work hard? Feng'er was just joking with Senior Han's nephew just now!"

"Joke? The joke is coming to my door, this joke is good, it is wonderful!" the Lingwu Master sneered, still saying in a sarcastic tone.

Zhao Fan was also a little annoyed at this time: "Senior brother, I respect you on weekdays, don't go too far!"

Venerable Lingwu's temper also came up at this time, and he said angrily: "What if it's too much? I gave you the position of head back then, didn't you also make it difficult for me everywhere? Today you still say that I am too much, and it is you Zhao Da who I have overscored, right?"

Just when the two looked at each other coldly, the smell of gunpowder was very strong. Suddenly, an old man suddenly slapped Zhao Fan and Lingwu in the middle of it. The palm seemed to be just a fluttering palm, but it caused both of them to suffer a little bit of injury.

"Hmph, they are both senior brothers, but they are messing around here for a trivial matter of the juniors, which is really a shame on my Tiangangmen!" the old man said angrily, and his figure slowly appeared in front of everyone.

When Murong Wan heard this, she rushed over excitedly, hugged the old man's arm, and said, "Grandpa, have you come out of retreat? I thought I would have to wait a few more years?"

When the old man heard this, he looked at Murong Wan with a friendly gaze, and his mood improved in an instant, and he touched Murong Wan's forehead dotingly, and said, "I haven't come out for a few years, I can't imagine that my family's Wan'er is so beautiful." Haha!"

"Grandpa~~~~!" Murong Wan blushed and said in a coquettish voice.

When Zhao Fan and the Venerable Lingwu saw this old man, they all bent down and said with respectful expressions, "Disciple Lingwu (Disciple Zhao Fan) has seen Uncle Shi!"

The old man looked at the two of them, and he was angry, and reprimanded the two: "For the sake of a little dispute among the juniors, you two old people are jealous here, and now one of you is the head of the family and the other is the elder."

You two little guys, hurry up your cultivation within ten years. Ten years later, there will be a great competition within the sect, and the top ten disciples who win in the younger generation will enter the Confused Forest thirteen years later. After the old man reprimanded the Lingwu Venerable and Zhao Fan, he said the news to Han Ming and Zhao Feng.

Without waiting for Han Ming and Zhao Feng to speak, Zhao Fan hurriedly asked, "Isn't the Confused Forest opened once in fifty years? It's only been twenty years since the last time it was opened, why did it have to be advanced this time?"

According to the news, the people of the Demon Dao are now masters in many places, and there are even more masters in the younger generation. I was afraid that the demon gate would attack at that time, so I still hurried to cultivate a group of young talents. The Demon Gate has been holding a grudge since the last war, but I'm afraid that this time it will be menacing, and the cultivation realm will probably have to be reshuffled!"

Hearing this, everyone pondered, only Murong Wan stood behind the old man nonchalantly, winking at Han Ming.