"Senior brother, do you still remember the Heart Refining Road a few years ago?"

The first seat of Baodan Valley, which had been silent, spoke.

"How don't you remember?"

Hearing this, not only Qingyu Zhenren, but also the rest of the elders nodded one after another.

The crisis of the heart refining path also made them feel a headache.

I finally thought of a solution, and went to prepare to seal the extraterritorial Heavenly Demon in fear.

It turned out that the other party was gone.

Just like this time, there was no sign of a fight.

Originally, everyone was worried that the Heavenly Demon had already run out.

As a result, years later, it is still difficult to find a trace.

With the character of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon, he has been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, and he has long hated the Huayu Sect, and if he really escapes, he will never retaliate.

So there is only one possibility, he is also quietly destroyed.

Now that I think about it, there are some similarities between the two things.

"It seems that there is really a Mahayana ancestor in this sect, and he is secretly in charge."

"Yes, it must be so!"

For a moment, all the elders couldn't help but look excited.

Even Qingyu real people are no exception.

It's just speculation, but it's highly likely.

If it weren't for the seniors of this sect, how could it be possible to relieve the crisis for the Huayu Sect at a critical juncture every time?

"Okay, even if it's a senior ancestor, but since his old man refuses to show up, we can't talk about it, and this matter needs to be kept secret."

"Another day, I will personally go to the ancestral hall to worship, no matter whether his old man can hear it or not, I must also express the hearts of my juniors, and there must be no rudeness."

"Yes, follow the master's teachings."

The elders bowed.

"Then it's all gone!"

Qing Yu Zhenren got up after speaking.

But his face turned pale, and his body shook slightly.

"Senior brother, you ......"

"It's okay, the injury hasn't healed."

Qing Yu Zhenren waved his hand, indicating that it was fine.

The brows of the first seat of Baodan Valley furrowed slightly.

Among the elders, he is the weakest, but he is good at alchemy and knows the most about pharmacology.

Among the crowd, the senior brother in charge was the most seriously injured, and the demonic qi left by the other party in his eight veins of the Qi Sutra was like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

It's never that easy to get rid of the ground.

……

Ancestral Hall.

When he got up early in the morning, Lin Xiaoyao took a wooden bucket, a rag, and a broom, and began to clean skillfully again.

Five years have passed, and he has to do this every day, but he is still happy.

He was so diligent that the deacon uncle in charge of the chores was a little embarrassed.

He had asked him a few times if he wanted to change jobs.

Lin Xiaoyao shook his head.

Naturally, he refused without hesitation.

Just kidding, looking at the entire Huayu Sect, where else is it quieter than the ancestral hall of the patriarch, and it is not disturbed.

And this is still a place where you can sign in repeatedly, so why do you want to change places?

So Lin Xiaoyao refused to speak righteously.

He saluted solemnly: "Thank you Uncle for your kindness, but the disciple's qualifications are dull, even if he receives another chore, his cultivation speed may not be much faster." ”

"It's better to stay in this ancestral hall, first, I have long been used to it, and second, this is the ancestor of the sect, and it is also a blessing for the disciples to be qualified to clean here."

The deacon's uncle was amazed.

Young people usually have an irritable temper, but he can do it like water, and on the surface he does not seek to improve, but in fact he is noble and self-aware.

Such a state of mind is really rare.

It's a pity that the qualifications are too poor, I'm afraid it will be difficult to build a foundation, and Qi refining cultivators, even if they are free of illness and disaster, will only live for more than a hundred years.

What Lin Xiaoyao didn't expect was that his remarks made him a little famous in the door.

Many people know that there is such a disciple, who is willing to be lonely, sprinkling and sweeping in the ancestral hall, and is unwilling to move his seat, just like the ancient Buddha who always accompanies the green light.

Some people laugh at him for being stupid, some people laugh at him for being stupid, and some people think he doesn't want to be motivated.

However, there are also people who have a good impression of him.

After all, cleaning the ancestral hall of the patriarch is notoriously drudgery.

However, someone has to do it, originally everyone pushed back, for fear that it would be their turn, this is good, someone will do it for you.

Knowing that he was famous, Lin Xiaoyao was originally very worried, he just wanted to be a little transparent quietly, and he didn't want to attract attention.

But as it turned out, he was overly concerned.

Although his choice surprised all the disciples, who would be interested in paying attention to him as a senior brother with ordinary qualifications and even a little poor.

What's more, don't seek to be motivated.

So the heat passed quickly.

Cultivating immortals is like sailing against the current, everyone is busy with their own cultivation progress, at most, when they hear about it, they discuss it for a couple of sentences, and then quickly leave it behind.

This made Lin Xiaoyao breathe a sigh of relief.

So, he returned to his former peaceful life.

Cleaning every day, signing in, having nothing to do, then shopping around, no quarrel with the world, seemingly not seeking progress, but they live a comfortable and quiet life.

And the cultivation is also increasing day by day.

Lin Xiaoyao is very satisfied with his current life.

Anyway, if he didn't get to the cultivation that matched the saint's fruit position, he would never go out easily.

After all, although I heard that the Huayu Sect is also a great sect of the Immortal Sect, and the radius of the earthquake is tens of thousands of miles, this world is very vast.

Boundless.

In that farther place, even the ancestors of this sect have never been to the far away places where they have never been when they go out to travel, God knows how many big guys there are.

Lin Xiaoyao didn't know, and he didn't want to explore it now.

Curiosity kills cats.

He likes his peaceful life now and looks forward to checking in every day.

It can always bring new surprises to itself, and of course, it often appears, and other immortal cultivators regard it as a treasure, but they don't need it for themselves.

It's a pity to abandon it.

Such chicken ribs were all thrown into the system space by him.

This morning, Lin Xiaoyao was humming a song and cleaning the ancestral hall.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow.

Someone actually came to the ancestral hall?

You must know that except for some important days, the bigwigs of the sect will bring their disciples to worship, and usually, few people will set foot here.

Isn't it the Honmon monk?

What does the other party want?

But soon, Lin Xiaoyao knew that he was thinking too much.

The one who came turned out to be the head of the family.

Qingyu real people!

It doesn't seem like it's a day of worship, so what is he coming to do?

Lin Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

However, he soon regained his composure.

It's as if you don't notice anything.

Of course, the humming was also stopped.

The action was quick, but it was very carefully cleaned up in the ancestral hall.

This was originally the work he had done for five years, and he was naturally very skilled, serious, and even more meticulous.

Qingyu Zhenren, who stepped into the door, couldn't help but nod when he saw it.

Although he deals with the major affairs of the sect every day, some small or complicated affairs are handed over to the disciples to take care of.

But unlike mortals, immortal cultivators have abundant energy.

So even he happened to hear about an interesting little thing from the deacon's nephew in the miscellaneous house.