If there is no life and death.

In the face of such a situation, perhaps although the disciples are angry, no one will come forward.

Perhaps the disciples were simply silent, and they hung up on their own business.

But there aren't so many ifs.

The fact is that Xia Ji turned over the provocative Master Li Ling, and then the disciples were still defending him.

After the initial horror, Elder Heavenly King looked at the young man sitting in the high hall, and couldn't help but show awe, this kind of awe that was overridden.

The Holy Son can be powerful in seconds, and nine times out of ten, he can defeat himself, although he is in the True Yuan Realm, but he can no longer be regarded as the True Yuan Realm.

And that's not all...

Has this young man's prestige in the Holy Gate reached this point?

Has he already won the hearts of the people?

These disciples are actually helping him spontaneously?!

This... It's the real master.

Therefore, the Heavenly King Elder lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then walked out and raised his voice: "Master Li Ling challenged the door master, the Holy Son fought on behalf of the master, the sword had no eyes, Master Li Ling's old injury recurred, and he fell in the Blue Sky Mountain!!"

One word sets the tone.

The elders are human spirits.

Elder Tianwang obviously slipped away from framing and pulling tiger skins to make big banners, and the thieves on these scenes slipped away.

Immediately, the Heavenly King Elder looked sideways at Lan Yue, and said in a secret voice: "You know how to use the Ecstasy Method, right?" I know that you have seen the Nine Yin Demon Carvings of the Evil Sect. I will not expose this matter, nor will I pursue it. ”

Lan Yue was stunned, looked sideways at the Holy Son who was sitting upright, hesitated slightly, and then nodded.

She's been convinced.

This Son deserves her help.

And if it weren't for her cultivation of the Ruthless Dao, I'm afraid that the Holy Son's domineering appearance, like King's Landing, would make her heart like a deer, and she would scream.

Say a few more words, in the city under the blue sky mountain, Li Ling slapped his face, and the Holy Son killed Li Ling, which can be regarded as helping himself to beat his face back, and he said in his heart that it is impossible to be tender without dark coolness.

Therefore, Elder Blue Moon regained his original charm and nodded.

Outside the temple, heavy snow was falling.

Elder Wisdom looked at this scene and didn't say anything stupid anymore, he lowered his head, and the scene where the Holy Son's fist had just grown bigger fell on his eyes.

It seems that this matter needs to be reported to the master.

This fake looks so arrogant, I can't control it, I don't know how his strength has increased so quickly, what kind of blessing is it?

However, he still didn't worry, because the evil and dark master in his heart, holding a demon knife, and masochistic to the extreme, was an invincible existence.

A man who is willing to even give up the woman he loves is really a person who does great things.

Wise elders admired such masters.

But now that Xia Ji is too powerful, he also pretends to be respectful, but in his heart he doesn't think so.

...

The three elders quietly began to discuss secretly.

After all, the fragments of the master's personal weapon "Three Hundred Poems" are all here.

The owner of the door is missing.

These things cannot be left alone.

And looking at Li Ling's menacing posture, it seems that the door master must have lost his ability to move, or died.

Although the three elders couldn't believe that the door master was dead, it didn't stop them from making a plan.

"Blocking messages. ”

"The master of the door is not in retreat for a day or two, and as long as there is no major matter that requires his intervention, then it will never be exposed. ”

"During this time, maybe the master of the door will come back?"

Whatever the purpose, the three elders agreed on the matter of blocking the news.

They were even more impressed by Xia Ji's decisiveness.

If it weren't for the fact that he directly killed Li Ling at a critical moment, maybe the rumors that "the door master is dead" would have spread.

After discussing the first topic...

The three of them began to discuss the second one: what did Li Ling say that could make Tian Yuan promote to the Xuan?

Does this thing have anything to do with the Forbidden Land?

The forbidden land has always been only accessible to the master of the door and the Holy Son, do they overstep their bounds, or do they let the Holy Son in?

Soon...

Two to one.

Elder Wisdom was speechless and said, "Holy Son, he doesn't know about this matter at all, let's go to the forbidden land..."

However, two to one.

The Heavenly King and Blue Moon insisted on coming according to the rules of the door and letting the Holy Son go to the forbidden place to check.

The two of them also wanted to know what that thing was.

But the forbidden land is just a hypothesis...

This time, the two decided to stand firmly on the side of the Holy Son.

...

Xia Ji returned to the small courtyard.

Convergence of oil-paper umbrellas, the folded umbrella surface suddenly slid down several waves of snow.

The boy shook off the snow stains on his black and gold robe, and tilted his umbrella under the eaves and leaned against the wall.

He thought about his appearance just now, he really had a bit of the posture of the door master, maybe he still looked like some demon venerable, holy lord and other characters in the novels of his previous life who were written rotten by the street writers.

He chuckled and sat down on the cold plank, looking at the snow that didn't seem to stop in the sky.

The biting chill reminded him from time to time that this was the real world.

The look was a little distant.

It's unbelievable, how did you get to this point?

Counting, he was an otaku in his previous life, right?

Didn't the book say that after crossing over, many protagonists would become sand sculptures?

Then I have to be glad that in the process of traversing, what is fused is the Dao mark, and what I see is the vast universe, so the heart has been greatly improved, if you see these things, maybe it will become a sand sculpture.

Xia Ji thought wildly, and smiled a little for a while.

In the previous life, in the warm light, the picture of a family of three eating in the house became more and more blurred.

There was no him in that house.

Some are stepfathers, mothers, and sisters with different surnames.

Piano music and laughter echoed in the room, and the more lonely he became.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps walking on the snow outside the door.

A flaming red cloud "floated" to the door.

The face of the little furnace popped up outside the door, and he knocked in the blink of an eye, and the Holy Son was actually in...

Ning Mengzhen turned his head and ran.

Nima, who was caught, asked his wife to give him fried rice.

The old lady is a furnace ding, a peerless master, not a maid, is there a mistake!

"Ning Mengzhen!"

Voices came from inside the house.

Xiao Lu Ding smiled bitterly and stopped.

There was the sound of footsteps in the courtyard.

Xia Ji walked out of the door, he didn't have an umbrella, and he didn't use his internal strength to open the heavy snow, just like an ordinary person.

Ning Mengzhen is ready to go stir-fry, cook rice, and wash clothes...

But Xia Ji stood beside her and said lightly: "Let's have dinner together, I'll cook." ”

Yes, I used to cook simple dishes, and I love cooking.

The family of three sat on the sofa in the hall, and I was smiling, in order to be in that harmony...

Not anymore.

"Whoa???!!! You... Are you cooking?"

Ning Meng really thought that he had misheard.

Xia Jiwen smiled: "Come on." ”

He gestured please.

Xiao Lu Ding looked at the Holy Son strangely, but there was some warmth in his heart inexplicably, and he was not fluent in speaking, and responded in a somewhat stammering tone: "Okay." ”

It's getting dark.

She sat under the eaves with her palms turned over, continuing to practice the martial arts taught to her by her fairy mother-in-law while looking forward to dinner.

Xia Ji was boiling mutton soup in the rice room, frying baked cakes, and cutting finger-length garlic onions on the cutting board.

During the meal, the main disciple of the Holy Gate left temporarily, and the prestige of the Holy Son was in full swing, so it was still easy to transfer some disciples.

About two incense sticks.

Suddenly, there was a respectful voice from the disciple outside the door: "Holy Son, the two elders of the Heavenly King and the Blue Moon want to see you." ”

Xia Ji took a deep breath and said, "Tell them that I'm busy tonight." ”

"Yes!"

Naturally, the disciples outside the door would not refute and respectfully retreated.

Xia Ji scooped a small half spoonful of the stewed snow-white mutton soup with a spoon and tasted it, "Hmm... Put a little more water, almost a little effort, and the craftsmanship is rusty. ”