Luochen found his body, confirmed that there was no snort, and threw him into the mountain river with his bag.

The next day, a disciple found Minshi who had died in the sect master's house, and hurriedly went to tell Luochen.

Luochen came back from outside, holding a piece of the broken steps on the second senior brother's clothes and announcing it to everyone.

Mu Cheng, the second disciple of the Ziyun Sect, in order to compete for the position of the sect master, killed Shujin and poisoned Minshi, absconded in fear of crime last night, was chased and intercepted by him, and finally jumped off the river, leaving only this piece of clothes.

The sect master and successor of the Purple Cloud Sect are dead, the second senior brother has fled again, and only Luochen is left with a person who can speak, and the disciples have no choice but to follow him.

On that day, the dust fell all over the burial stone under his hands, and he ascended to the position of suzerain.

The changes in the Purple Cloud Sect that had taken place within a few days had stirred the hearts of many immortal sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

And that night, Luochen sneaked into Qingfeng Mountain again and found Cai Jiaojiao, who had woken up.

The two sat side by side on the bed, and Cai Jiaojiao was sobbing and choking.

"Brother Luochen, that Lin Twelve relied on himself to get a spiritual treasure, and he bullied the three of us master and apprentice, and I didn't even have a place to fight back, so I was beaten like this."

"She also said that she would not let me go."

"Even the master couldn't beat her, and she cut off the magic weapon."

"I'm so scared, she didn't get any of the ideas you gave me, and if it goes on like this, I'm just afraid that I won't have a foothold in Qingfeng Mountain."

"What should I do, woo woo."

Luochen only listened to her crying and knew that she had suffered a lot of grievances these days, completely ignoring the truth of her words.

"Don't cry," Luochen comforted softly, "Don't be afraid, now that I am the rightful sect master of the Purple Cloud Sect, since this Lin Twelve is so hateful, then I will come to the door tomorrow to help you teach her a lesson!" ”

"Really?"

Luochen nodded solemnly.

Cai Jiaojiao was very happy, and finally found someone who could stand out for herself: "Brother Luochen, you are so good to me, as long as you get rid of Lin Twelve and take the spiritual treasure in his hand, we can be at ease." ”

When Cai Jiaojiao mentioned Lingbao again, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Cai Jiaojiao sprinkled for a while after that, and didn't leave until late at night.

Before Luochen left, he went to Ding Zhiyuan's house.

The latter didn't seem surprised by his arrival, but just poured a new cup of tea: "Coming? Sit down and talk. ”

Luochen knew that Ding Zhiyuan should have suspected his relationship with Cai Jiaojiao, but he just didn't say it: "The seniors love each other, and the younger generations are afraid." ”

Ding Zhiyuan glanced up at him: "What do you have to be afraid of, that apprentice of mine can't give me such a good idea, it's a pity that Lin Twelve didn't die." With that, he clenched his fists as if angry.

Luochen's expression was indifferent: "As long as there is the help of the seniors, the juniors will definitely give the position of head with both hands." ”

"It doesn't matter if the head is in charge or not, it's just that I must kill Lin Twelve, a thorn in the flesh!" Ding Zhiyuan is not stupid, Luochen An outsider was involved in the infighting of Qingfeng Mountain, saying that he didn't have a plan, and the sow would go up the tree.

"Senior, don't worry, I will come to call the mountain gate tomorrow as the sect master of the Purple Cloud Sect, and at that time, please be sure to encourage Lin Twelve to fight." Falling dust had been planned for a long time.

Ding Zhiyuan understood that he was just a pawn of others, but his strength was not as good as others, but when he heard him say that he was the sect master of the Purple Cloud Sect, surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Then it's a word, and we look forward to the arrival of the sect master tomorrow!"

In the early morning, in a small mountain village at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, Wang Haozi, who made a living by chopping wood, found a "corpse" in the river.

At first, he was startled, how could there be a dead body in this barren mountain range, but when he walked in, it was a handsome little brother floating on the water.

Wang Haozi saw that he was still angry, so he rescued the man ashore without saying a word.

He slapped the young man's cheek: "Little brother, little brother, wake up!" ”

Mu Cheng was woken up by force, and asked in a hazy sense, "Where am I?" ”

Wang Haozi saw that he woke up, and the big stone in his heart fell: "Hey, how far have you drifted, this is Qingfeng Mountain, how did you fall into the water?" ”

He didn't care about Wang Haozi's words, and only heard three key words: "Qingfeng Mountain".

Suddenly, he grabbed Wang Haozi's arm and exclaimed: "Qingfeng Mountain, this is Qingfeng Mountain!" I want to see the Great Elder Zhang Xuzi Immortal! I want to see him! ”

Seeing that he was excited, and that he was not dressed like an ordinary person, Wang Haozi only thought that he was here to look for someone, and he fell into the water, so he took him home and settled down, changed his Taoist robe, and put on pudding clothes.

But along the way, Mu Cheng woke up from sleep, and still kept talking about wanting to see Zhang Xuzi.

The simple and simple Wang Haozi had no choice, so he explained to his mother-in-law, and went up to Qingfeng Mountain with Mucheng on his back.

Qingfeng Mountain is not as good as the Purple Cloud Sect, there are many rules, as long as you come to visit, you can go in and see you.

When the disciple guarding the door heard Wang Haozi say that he was here to find Zhang Xuzi, he looked at him with shabby clothes on his back, but facing the handsome Mucheng, he muttered a little in his heart, but he still ran to pay homage to Zhang Xuzi.

"What? You say that a woodcutter at the foot of the mountain surnamed Wang wants to see me? Zhang Xuzi looked at the disciple in front of him and asked.

The disciple nodded: "Yes, that person seems to be in a hurry, and he is still carrying an unconscious person on his back, and the disciple looks a little familiar with him, so he came to pass it on." ”

Zhang Xuzi stroked his beard and thought for a while, and then said, "In this way, you go and call your senior sister and go to the mountain gate with me to have a look." ”

He felt that the people who could come up the mountain at the foot of the mountain were probably because they had some incurable disease and came to seek medical treatment.

If he can cure it well, it will be fine, in case it can't be cured, in order to avoid his upright character from causing trouble, he decided to bring Lin Twelve, a clever ghost.

In this way, Zhang Xuzi and Lin Twelve came to the mountain gate together.

Just when he thought that it was an ordinary person who came to ask for a meeting, the Mu Cheng on Wang Haozi's back made him shocked and uneasy.

"Mu Cheng!"

Lin Twelve tilted his head and looked at Zhang Xuzi: "What?" Does Master know him? ”

Zhang Xuzi bowed: "He is the second disciple of the Shujin Sect Master. ”

Wang Haozi saw that this was an acquaintance, and immediately stepped forward with Mu Cheng on his back and said: "Hello immortals, this little brother was fished up in the river this morning, and as soon as he woke up, he said that he wanted to see Zhang Xianchang, since you know each other, it would be great, I will rest assured." ”

As he spoke, Wang Haozi handed over Mu Cheng to the disciples on the side to support, and went down the mountain alone.

Zhang Xuzi took Mu Cheng back to his yard, and Lin Twelve also followed.

"How did this Purple Cloud Sect disciple appear in the small river at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain?"