In the early morning, the angry voice echoed in the hall of the back mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who hurt you?"

A majestic old man, unable to suppress the anger in his heart, looked at the figure outside the hall and walked into the hall, and asked loudly.

"I didn't expect it.." The old man laughed angrily: "In Kunlun, there are such bold people!"

The old man is the Great Elder of the Houshan Mountain, and he has cultivated in the Jindan period, and it can be seen at a glance that the dantian of the people in the hall has been abolished!

And the figure who slowly walked into the temple was also Deacon Ma.

Last night, his dantian was abolished, and he sat on the stone bed with no strength, looking out of the house and sleepless all night, not only the severe pain in the meridians was unbearable, but also the blow in his heart.

"I'm a wreck now!" Deacon Ma felt the loss of spiritual power in the meridians and wept bitterly.

Early this morning, when he had regained some strength, he returned home.

At this time, when he heard his father's questioning, he immediately cried: "Last night, just because of some trivial things, one is called Wu Jian..."

"Why don't you just detain a disciple's exercises, and you can do it so ruthlessly!" Elder Ma was incredulous when he heard his son's account.

In the Kunlun faction, no matter what the reason for the conflict and dispute, it is carried out in the punishment hall.

"And for such a trivial matter, at most he will be punished by some spirit stones, that person is so ruthless!"

Although Deacon Ma is a treacherous villain on the outside, in the old man's heart, he is a loyal and filial son.

It's just that Elder Ma has three sons, and the eldest son cultivates in other mountain peaks, so he rarely comes to see him.

The second son wandered in the world and never returned as an adult, only his youngest son accompanied him day and night when the sect had nothing to do.

"But I didn't expect Liu Xiaodong to order someone to turn back.." Deacon Ma said.

"Wait, you said his name is Liu Xiaodong?"

Elder Ma was stunned when he heard this name, and his anger gradually dissipated, but his heart suddenly tightened, and he pointed his finger at the main peak and said, "Is it Senior Uncle Qingsong's junior brother?"

"Yes, that's him!" Deacon Ma nodded, hoping that his father would get justice for him.

"Who are you messing with, messing with him?" Elder Ma was furious.

As a high-level Kunlun executive, he already knew that this young uncle's talent was more than just a top.

"Now he is the treasure in Kunlun, not to mention abolishing my son, even if he kills him, no one cares, let alone he is still Uncle Qingsong's junior brother."

Elder Ma felt bitter in his heart, and couldn't help sighing: "I'm afraid that if it's for my father, I won't be able to call the shots for you."

"Father, I don't ask for anything else, I know that he is now a senior uncle, and I am afraid that even the Law Enforcement Hall will not dare to take care of my affairs." Deacon Ma knelt down and pleaded, "But can't the master look at your face and take care of this matter?"

In Deacon Ma's impression, his father was very powerful in the Kunlun faction, and he should be able to make Master Qingsong sell his favor and discipline Liu Xiaodong.

"Uncle Qingsong is not as kind as he seems." Elder Ma sighed, looked at his beloved son's surprised gaze, and laughed at himself: "He and his protection of his shortcomings, when he was a father, he was sent to the back mountain for a hundred years because of his uncle's words."

But it is said that more than a hundred years ago, the former head of the immortal left, and all the elders gathered at the main peak to discuss the inheritance of the head.

Inside the main hall.

"Elder Ma, you have cultivated in the middle stage of Jindan, and you are the head of the sect this time!"

"Elder Ma will help you in the future."

"Congratulations, Elder Ma!"

All the elders gathered around a middle-aged man to congratulate him.

In their thoughts, Elder Ma was young and highly qualified, and he was a candidate for the best leader.

"Thank you!"

Elder Ma was in high spirits, and looked at a Taoist on the main throne, who was none other than Qingsong Zhenren.

When the head of the house passed away, Qingsong Zhenren learned about it, and returned from traveling in advance to act as the head of the house.

In the past three years, Kunlun has been his word!

"Mingyang, how has your cultivation been recently?"

In the main hall, hearing Qingsong Zhenren speak, all the elders are divided into the main peak and the partial peak, standing in two rows, and closing their mouths.

"Uncle Hui, I have entered Jindan." A young man came out of the column from the left and replied on his knees.

"Well, Keji's master."

Qingsong Zhenren got up with a smile and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Uncle Shi, is Senior Brother Mingyang too young?"

After everyone heard that it was so simple to seal the head of the house, they couldn't help but be stunned, Elder Ma came out of the line to look at Qingsong Zhenren who was about to walk out of the hall.

"Huh?" Qingsong Zhenren turned around, took a serious look at Elder Ma, and sighed: "It's a pity, your qualifications are acceptable, but fame and fortune are too heavy, go to the back mountain to temper, there is still a lack of an elder there."

When the words fell, Qingsong Zhenren shook his head and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Uncle Shi.."

Hearing the answer, Elder Ma looked around as if his heart was in an ice cave, but none of the elders pleaded, and they all surrounded Mingyang...

"For a hundred years, my father has known that Senior Brother Mingyang is someone that Uncle Qingsong has long taken a fancy to!"

Elder Ma smiled bitterly, and after helping his beloved son, he laughed at himself: "And when I was a father, I was indeed too fame and fortune, and if the Kunlun faction was handed over to me, it would not be as strong as it is now after the senior brother of Mingyang succeeded the master!"

"Then why hasn't the ancestor called my father back to the main peak for a hundred years?"

When Deacon Ma first learned about his father's secrets, he couldn't help but be angry and forgot about his own affairs.

"I have cultivated to the Jindan Great Perfection! Do you think Uncle Qingsong is a good person to get along with? Right and wrong are all up to him! Elder Ma remembered the bloody storm set off by the good and evil factions under the hands of Qingsong Dao people a hundred years ago, and couldn't help but say bitterly: "And your detaining of the Houshan disciple's exercises is wrong first, and Uncle Qingsong will definitely favor him!"

And in the past few days, the scene of the mountain elders currying favor with Liu Xiaodong has emerged, and Elder Ma sighed, looking at his beloved son seriously.

"I don't want anything for my father when I'm old, but after my father dies, for your future safety, and go with my father to make amends."

The top of the main peak, in front of a mansion.

"This little friend, please inform Uncle Shi that Elder Ma Long of the Back Mountain came to ask for his guilt with a sinner."

Elder Ma said, bowing his hand to a disciple in front of the door.

Although Elder Ma was polite, the disciple didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied, "Elder Ma wait a minute, the disciple will go and report to the senior uncle and ancestor!"

"There are many gift-givers, and this elder is the first to make amends."

This disciple thought in his heart, but after all, he was only a disciple, so he didn't dare to ask too much, and after speaking, he ran towards the mansion.

"Big brother, you go back first, this is a disaster caused by me alone." After Deacon Ma finished speaking, he looked at a middle-aged man in plain clothes beside him.

"Well, how can you let me go back with confidence?"

The middle-aged man sighed, took out a good sword from the backpack behind him and wiped it back and forth, his eyes were full of reluctance.

He is the eldest brother of Deacon Ma, who served as an elder in the Forging Hall, and was in the early stage of cultivation as a Jindan.

When he heard about it today, his first reaction was not anger.

Instead, he hurriedly took out a good sword from the backroom, which he had inadvertently refined a few years ago, hoping to complete the matter.

"I hope that this sword can make Uncle Shi show mercy."

The middle-aged man looked at the mansion.

"Uncle Shi asked you to come in."

Because the mansion is not big, after a few breaths, the disciple returned to the door of the road to spread the word.

"Thank you!" Elder Ma arched his hand and looked at the two of them, "Go in."

"Yes, father."

After the two responded, when they followed their disciples into the mansion, they saw that the scene around the mansion was like a fairyland, surrounded by white clouds.

This is because there is a large spirit gathering array, where the aura is much higher than other peaks, and the aura is about to condense, so the clouds and mist are formed.

"Elder Ma."

In the courtyard, Liu Xiaodong walked out of the house and bowed his hand to Elder Ma.

"Uncle Shi." Elder Ma bowed down and saluted.

"Uncle Shi." The three of them bowed.

"This matter went back to the root, but it was my control that was not good." Liu Xiaodong went straight to the point, and after helping the four of them up, he looked at Elder Ma and the others: "You shouldn't make amends to me."

Liu Xiaodong said and said to the disciple, "You go and get the Heavenly Spirit Grass."

"Heavenly Spirit Grass?"

Elder Ma was thinking about how to ask for guilt, but when he heard the word Tianling Grass, he was suddenly startled, and hurriedly knelt down and persuaded Liu Xiaodong: "Don't do it, Uncle Shi, that is the life-saving elixir given to you by Uncle Qingsong!"

Heavenly Spirit Grass is an immortal medicine in the Shushan Great World, and it can give birth to white bones and live the dead, not to mention the internal injuries of the dantian.

"And Ma Shancai's talent, even after using this immortal medicine to recover, can reach the foundation at most, and when Uncle Shi learns about it, I'm afraid he will be angry!" Elder Ma opened his mouth to persuade again.

"Do I still have to worry about my life in Kunlun? And after the senior brother knows, I will bear it! ”

After Liu Xiaodong finished speaking, he was not moved by Elder Ma's persuasion, but muttered in his mouth: "Besides, the sword immortal in my mind is a sword warrior and a good man, not a bully, and he will be wrong."

When Elder Ma heard this, he did not persuade again.

The middle-aged man was silent, and the sword loomed in the clouds.

But Deacon Ma looked at Liu Xiaodong in a daze, and his heart was full of flavors.

"Uncle Shi, the medicine has been taken."

As the words spoke, the disciple held a fine snow jade brocade box in both hands.

Liu Xiaodong took it, handed it to Deacon Ma, and said with a smile.

"Besides, the medicine is dead, man. . . but alive. ”