If you see the landscape of nine mountain peaks sitting like lotus flowers in the south of the Xuan Realm, it is to the Taoist ancestral garden, Lingyang Mountain.

The first one from the east, called the Lotus Peak, is the main peak of the ancestral garden, the pavilion on the peak, and is the residence of the master.

The official disciples of the ancestral court are all called the disciples who enter the pavilion, and this entry into the pavilion is to leave a life lamp in this Ziwei Pavilion after reaching the immortal level.

Whenever the rain is clear, the purple clouds and smoke on the lotus peak, suddenly rise, the majestic is pervasive like the turbulence of the waves, can not be dispersed for a long time, this scene is called the sea of clouds of the lotus peak, even if the clouds are deep and the fog is invisible, the disciples of the ancestral court have to walk on this peak to show respect.

Speaking of this Shepherd Sect, he is really a strange person, neither wearing a sword nor carrying a box, no one has ever seen him practice, he stays on this lotus peak during the day and carves a piece of wood, and at night he likes to stand outside the Ziwei Pavilion, looking at the air in a daze.

is such a strange personality, a lonely and cold person, who is in charge of the Taoist Sect and is in charge of Lingyang.

The nine peaks of the ancestral court, Tiantai Peak is a place of sacrifice, except for the ninety-nine double yang when the mountain lord's senior brother drunken Taoist will return here to live for a night, usually no one goes, except for this Tiantai Peak, the rest of the eight peaks are allowed to have the peak master open the pavilion to accept apprentices, rarely change. And tomorrow's sect competition, it will replace the Duxiu Peak Master.

Coming to the Lotus Peak, the Beiluo Yanyan did not return to the two, just walked on the gentle slope like a lotus stem, they walked fast, and after a while, they passed the middle four holes, crossed a pine forest, and reached the peak.

Before the two of them entered the attic, they heard the sound of carving wood, Yan Weigui frowned, stopped and shouted, "Is the pastor brother here?"

Bei Luoyan laughed and patted Yan Weigui on the shoulder, "You don't know the character of the pastor, why do you pay so much attention to it." After saying that, he strode into the pavilion, and Yan Weigui, who was behind him, shook his head, and his stiff face looked even more stinky.

Mu Fanchen sat on the top seat, with his feet on the table, holding a weed pulled from nowhere in his mouth, and was concentrating on carving a piece of wood. But he saw the movements of the two people who walked in clearly.

The Beiluoyan sat down with a grin, but Yan Weigui stood in the center of this hall, and he didn't know what Yan Weigui said, Mu Fanchen stopped his hand movements, raised his head and his eyes were edged, and scolded: "It's just a pangang, junior brother don't bother yourself, this time I called the two of you over, but I decided to set tomorrow's sect competition." ”

Yan Weigui sighed secretly in his heart, hugged his fists and said: "Brother Pastor, what I said is not only this, since you were ...... in Batai Mountain a hundred years ago" Before he finished speaking, he felt the sharp gaze of the master sect like a substance, and raised his head and saw that smiling face looking at himself.

Beiluoyan saw that Mu Fanchen was really going to be angry, he was even more anxious, Teng stood up and ran to Yan Weigui's side to pull him up, and said to Mu Fanchen: "Why do you two quarrel when you meet, today is to talk about business, be kind, be kind." ”

Yan Weigui, who was dragged to sit down, was also dissatisfied, and said: "I want to be the same as a drunken Taoist, travel down the mountain to temper my Dao heart, and hope that my senior brother will agree." ”

Mu Fanchen snorted in a deep voice, seeing that Yan Weigui lowered his head and was unmoved, he sighed and said in a low voice: "It's okay for the junior brother to go down the mountain, let's go after presiding over tomorrow's big competition, and I hope that the junior brother will go to Xiangyang, I have a disciple out of the south of the Yangtze River, and I hope that the junior brother will take care of one or two." ”

"Brother pastor, the master of Duxiu Peak only has Huang Mingjing's cultivation, I'm afraid it will ......" Bei Luoyan immediately became anxious when he heard Mu Fanchen call this Yan Weigui to preside over the competition.

Mu Fanchen raised his hand, as if he knew what he was going to do, and said in a deep voice: "Needless to say, for those who participated in the martial arts this time, Senior Brother Yan will entertain them well, and after the martial arts, let those two most outstanding disciples come to my Ziwei Pavilion and have their own spare things to explain." ”

Bei Luoyan also knew that Yan Weigui was the host of this competition, and there was no chance of intercession, so he immediately turned back to Tianzhu Peak and went to discuss with his closed disciple.

Yan Weigui looked at the hurried figure of Beiluoyan, and secretly laughed in his heart, the master will really replace this Duxiu Peak Master, the so-called martial arts is just a reason to call the disciples down the mountain to find the sword.

In the evening, a formal meeting was held on the Lotus Peak, and the strange thing was that this meeting, except for the drunken Taoist people of Tiantai Peak, all the eight peak masters arrived.

Listen to me one by one, the young man in red is proudly independent, there is no expression on his cold face, and his eyes are shining, so that people dare not look directly. It is the Lord of the Seven Star Pavilion of Fuhu Peak who has obtained the Longyuan Sword, and he is called Yan Weigui.

The second person, clean and clean, looks like a butcher with a fierce face, is the master of the Demon Slaying Pavilion of Tianzhu Peak, called Beiluoyan.

The third person, with five short figures, looks like a Jianghu Langzhong, and is an elder of Shi Wangfeng, Jiao Xi.

The fourth person, with three long beards and a dragon and phoenix robe, is the most dusty, listening to the lord of the rain pavilion for Furong Peak, and calling him Xiaoxiangzi.

The fifth person, dressed in a flower robe like a swinger, half-squinted as if he hadn't woken up, of course it was the master of Duxiu Peak, Wang Shichong.

The other three people, who are in charge of the sect and teach Mu Fanchen, sit on the top and are the masters of the Ziwei Pavilion of Lotus Peak, Lu Junwu, who is holding a small pure gold sword on the left, is the envoy of Wu Laofeng, and Lu Junwen, who is holding a jade abacus on the right, is the treasure envoy of Luohan Peak.

In the attic, only the knife in Mu Fanchen's hand and the wood sounded together, and Wang Shichong's slight snoring, Mu Fanchen carved another knife to wake up Wang Shichong in his dream. smiled slightly, "Do you still have any objections to this meeting?"

Beiluoyan responded: "The eight disciples who participated in the martial arts this time, except for the Duxiu Peak Master, the other seven are all in the Jindan Realm, so it is better to ......."

Hearing the meaning of this, he had the intention of replacing all the seven disciples, because he was not afraid of offending the seven peak masters present, Mu Fanchen, who was slightly frightened, had to interrupt his words again, looked at Wang Shichong, who was sitting at the end, and said, "Shichong, what do you think?"

Beiluoyan suddenly remembered that this nephew was very strong, and the corner of his eye also looked at him, and he was unmoved when he smiled faintly.

I only heard Wang Shichong speak: "Since the sect leader has such Yaxing, I will play with those disciples tomorrow." ”

Mu Fanchen hummed lightly, took out a wooden card from his sleeve, used his finger as a knife, wrote down a few lines of text, turned his head to look to the right, and said: "Junwen, you pass this card to Zhongxian, let him go to Langya Mountain in Chuzhou, be sure to hand over this card to Gan Zhangjiao, let him go to Zhenjiang after getting Gan Zhangjiao's permission, and instruct Shenjian Zhuang to select two disciples to be a foil for my ancestral disciples." ”

Lu Junwen, who was appointed, received the wooden plaque but did not receive the order, his face showed his concern, and he persuaded: "Senior brother in charge, this language seems to have the meaning of the edict Divine Arrow Village, it is not appropriate, that Divine Arrow Village is also the last Wanshan Conference, you personally sealed the Seven Immortals Sect." ”

Mu Fanchen smiled, didn't blame him for being rude, and said indifferently: "It's just a declining sect that can be wiped out, what a good way to do." ”

In a few words, the big competition of tomorrow was set, and the follow-up matters, Mu Fanchen waved his hand, everyone retreated, and when they were quiet on the Lotus Peak, Mu Fanchen walked out of the pavilion.

Just after nightfall, the cold mountain wind stirred up his blue robe, blowing his hair in a bun, and his hair flew out, but some green silk turned into white hair in some year and month.

Alone, standing outside Ziwei Pavilion in a daze as always, the disciples in the door have long been accustomed to his quirks.

Few people know that this Lingyang Mountain is like a lotus flower, and there is a lock demon pagoda in the middle of the empty stamens, quietly emitting red light, and occasionally a few traces of black light will flash in the red light, but there is still a remnant of sin that has not been refined.

Mu Fanchen, who was very handsome, seemed to be much older at the moment when these few rays of black light appeared, his slender body was shrouded in snow-white moonlight, looking a little lonely, and muttered: "Zhu Xi, do you miss Su Ying?"

Zhu Xijian's sword spirit had long since dissipated, and the lock demon pagoda that had now turned into this Ziwei Pavilion was floating and sinking like a dead thing, and naturally it would not answer his words. Mu Fanchen sighed, and then said: "This catastrophe should be on the Duxiu Peak Lord, and I don't know if he can bring back the Suying Sword, if not, I'm afraid you will come out." ”

The Lock Demon Tower shook violently, and the black gas on the red light was also a little thicker, as if the big demon in it heard Mu Fanchen's words and issued a provocation.

On Duxiu Peak, there are different scenes.

There are people dancing swords in the courtyard, the sword wind is whistling, sometimes turning into flames, sometimes turning into flowing wind, sometimes a little cold light appears, the basic swordsmanship is gradually getting better, and then a sword explodes thunder and fire, and the sound of footsteps can be heard.

Wang Shichong put away his sword, his face showed a little displeasure, and said, "You old man, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to win tomorrow's leader, and you will come to urge me to fail." ”

Bei Luoyan hummed lightly in response, and said seriously: "Chong'er, tomorrow's martial arts competition, you must protect this Duxiu Peak." ”

Wang Shichong's face was full of indifference, and he secretly said in his heart that this old man was still as troublesome as ever, and said: "If you know, you can rest assured." ”

"Do you think you are the Shepherd Sect, Huang Mingjing can kill Jindan, Jindan Realm can kill Yuanshen, and you have not tasted defeat in your cultivation so far, save you, in case the position of the peak master is taken away, I see how you cry. Beiluoyan twisted his head and shouted loudly.

Hearing him talk about Mu Fanchen, Wang Shichong was interested, and shouted: "It is rumored that there is a treasure in the palm of the sect, named Fantianyin, ruthless and ruthless, and I will pat the door of the brain. ”

With such a crazy appearance, Beiluoyan was also speechless, and said seriously: "Edgeworth will take the wine to the wind, and kill the demons and demons in the world." You know it!"

Demons are not all evil things, Wang Shichong was unhappy in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Kill demons and eliminate demons, why can't they coexist." ”

Beiluoyan's eyes flashed with a shocking coldness, and he snorted heavily: "Demons and the like, stubborn, like beasts, quiet as filth." I can't kill all the demons in the world, and comfort the spirits of the ancestors of the past generations in the sky. ”

"The boy was taught. Wang Shichong gave another salute, and sighed secretly in his heart, during the day, the Shepherd Sect ordered Senior Brother Zhongxian to go down the mountain and ask someone to find the sword, and now this uncle's admonition.

It should be tomorrow that the first or second place in the martial arts competition will also be sent down the mountain to find the Suying Sword.

He remembered an old man under the mountain, or rather, an old demon!