In the Sanqing Palace, the furious Hua Guichen tried his best to hold back the anger in his heart, and the lifelong event of the pearl in his hand became a tool for marriage, which was undoubtedly an unacceptable humiliation.

Since the Sanqing was divided into three veins, Hua Guichen, who was in charge of the Taiyi lineage, was squeezed out and framed by the other two veins. Zhao Boyong of the Zhongnan lineage and Li Yuhe of the Taiqing lineage have worn a pair of pants for decades, and they are all in cahoots in big and small things, which makes them physically and mentally exhausted.

The Sanqing Palace, which is a harmonious group on the surface, also can't escape, some people have grievances, and some people have the worldly laws of the rivers and lakes. If it weren't for the Xuanqing Ancestor to suppress everyone, the situation of falling apart would be a sure thing. Now, although there are three veins in the family, it is a big loss of vitality after all.

The three major clans can still take into account the overall situation and face in front of outsiders, and work together to play a harmonious and unified fake show, and on weekdays, there are also Xuanzhen ancestors who suppress their respective swords in open and secret battles, and no one dares to have excessive deviance. At this moment, the supreme seat in the main hall is empty, and the old habits of the three veins that are used to fighting in the nest are difficult to change, and they are still making trouble.

After a red-faced quarrel, the three of them had to truce for a while, drink tea to moisten their throats and suppress their anger, according to the tradition of the Sanqing Palace, when the first seat of the three veins was discussed, others were not allowed to intervene without authorization.

The master truces, you fight for me and the matter of the apprentice will continue to do, the three of them sat down, more than a dozen disciples have always been at odds in private, take the opportunity to attack each other with a word, vent dissatisfaction, there is no bar spirit and mouth cannon Li Muran led by the Taiyi line is more and more outnumbered and weak, less than a moment to disarm and surrender, several disciples bowed their heads and showed a cowardice, let others blame.

In such a situation where the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, Xuan Zhenzi has no choice but to turn a blind eye, and Hua Guichen has been even more willing to return to the sky for many years.

When Li Muran, who washed his face and revealed his handsome face in the past, led the two of them into the main hall, and the surprised people suddenly fell silent

The identity of the monk is a mystery, the only one who knows is the master of the sect, Xuan Zhenzi, the flower is not secret, seeing everyone's eyes on him, he said with a smile: "Stinky boy, grandpa is hungry, the family you said is really big, there are so many people, can you invite grandpa to drink wine and eat meat?" ”

Hua Guichen pretended to be a strange old man in front of him, got up and asked, "Li Muran, what progress has you made in the five years since you went down the mountain, and has you completed the secret mission assigned to you by your teacher?" Who is this old man? ”

Li Muran glanced at Zhao Boyong and Li Yuhe, and found that the two of them looked arrogant, and deliberately said: "It's good for the disciple to tell the master in private, lest someone listen to the secret ghost in their hearts, and have any evil intentions against us, the senior sister said that the master is in retreat, there are no tigers in the mountains, and some monkeys will naturally become kings, and my Taiyi disciple should not be bullied, right?" ”

Zhao Boyong coughed lightly twice, and said in a strange manner: "Li Muran, don't think that the master in charge of the ancestor spoils you, you can not take our two masters and uncles in your eyes, in terms of seniority, you are just a personal disciple, we are also qualified to make any punishment to you in accordance with the rules, we can't control the affairs of your Taiyi lineage, but the rules of the Sanqing Palace cannot be broken, there is no distinction between respect and inferiority, disrespect for the elders, and the Taiyi line must be punished."

Li Yuhe, the echo worm, echoed and said: "We are the first seat with the same status as your master, except for the master in charge, who else in the Sanqing Palace can be bigger than us, don't pay homage soon."

Hua Guichen made a look, and Li Muran, who was hesitant, bent down and said, "Disciple Li Muran, meet the two masters."

Li Muran had to bow his head temporarily, reluctant to bend down to salute.

Suddenly caught a glimpse of his junior brother Ye Lin drooping his head, his hands wrapped in bandages, pitifully looking at himself, his eyes dodging, Li Muran stepped forward and asked, "Fatty, what's wrong with your hands?"

"I accidentally fell," Ye Lin, who was fat into a mountain, whispered.

"The scar on the face was also fallen?"

Ye Lin nodded.

Yuan Hua, who is also a disciple of Hua Guichen, said: "They were all beaten up in the competition a few days ago, and they were said to be gifts for you."

Zhao Boyong's eldest disciple sneered coldly: "This fat man sneaked up on me at the monthly martial arts competition, of course I have to punish me slightly, and use the next three indiscriminate means to harm the three Qing fellow disciples, I just broke one of his arms and gave him a dog to eat, which is very friendly with the same family."

After speaking, the other two lineage disciples laughed together.

For this kind of bad behavior of proclaiming personal enmity between disciples and using excuses to oppress each other, Zhao Boyong and Li Yuhe have always secretly connived and encouraged behind their backs.

The humiliation that the Taiyi clan has suffered in the past five years, Li Muran knows it when he thinks about it.

"Master, how can my sister marry that playboy? Let's ignore this bad idea," Li Muran's gaze swept over the disciples of the two veins like a blade.

"Master naturally won't agree, Li Muran, who is this old man?" Hua Guichen asked.

"This is the great benefactor of the apprentice, so I brought him to Sanqing" Li Muran deliberately joked: "Stinky old way, this is the Sanqing Palace I said, how about it?" ”

"Hehe, except for a few of you who talk about people and do personnel, I don't think anything else" Seng Feidao said with a smile.

Li Yuhe was cold, suppressed his anger and said: "Old beggar, Sanqing Palace is not a place for nonsense."

Leng Qian, who has always hated Li Muran in his heart, took the limelight, and sneered: "When the world mentions Sanqing disciples, they only know what genius Li Muran, I have been a foil for more than ten years and other disciples, Li Muran, you are the master of the ancestors who protect you on weekdays, otherwise you also have this life, hurry up and apologize to us with this old beggar, and say sorry together, then it's easy to say."

Li Muran originally wanted to postpone all the impulsive behaviors caused by anger, and then say, don't be too wanton in the hall today, the movement is too big, if the wind leaks, the people in the rivers and lakes listen to the virtue of the wind is rain, and they will only spread the truth with false rumors, and the fact that the three Qings are in internal strife and discord can be concealed for as long as long. But seeing that the junior brother was humiliated, the master was helpless, the junior sister was used as a tool, and the two veins of Zhongnan Taiqing rode on the head of the person to and pee and did not know how to be satisfied, and the matter reached the point where it was unbearable, so it was with his own nature to see the move.

"I haven't seen you for five years, Senior Brother Leng's biting kung fu has grown a lot, the mouth full of canine teeth is itchy, if you don't bite the bones, you have to bite people, it's not good to train disciples in the first vein of Zhongnan, the technology of raising dogs is first-class, why don't you change it to a vein of dog raising? It's still good to be Zhongnan to the outside world," Li Muran looked disdainful.

Li Yuhe's eldest disciple Zuo Yu was unwilling to be lonely, and said: "Li Muran, in terms of strength and qualifications, Zhongnan is the first, Taiqing is second, Taiyi is at the bottom, you will be honest when you know each other, otherwise you will not have a good life in the future."

Li Muran didn't say: "A dog is beating, two dogs are beating, a group of dogs are also beating, Lao Tzu's dog beating stick, specializing in beating dogs in human skin, the days to come are nothing more than to practice some dog fighting stunts, idle to fight dogs, life is happy"

Seeing that the apprentices and juniors are fighting endlessly, Zhao Boyong and Li Yuhe have always watched the fire from the other side, after all, their own side has never suffered a loss, and Hua Guichen is naturally not suitable for direct mixing, so they have to let their respective disciples fight within the appropriate range, and keep the fight that does not exceed the limit.

Leng Qian said angrily: "Don't forget, you were picked up from the cave of the ancestor of the master, how can there be a reason in the world to give birth to a child in the cave?" Eighty percent are dog mongrels that wild dogs bite into caves."

"It's just a rumor, but Senior Brother Leng's mind has always been mentally retarded and lacks judgment, the master asks you to eat, you naturally refuse to eat bones, the master says that is fragrant, you naturally refuse to think it is stinky, someone is gossiping behind the scenes, you yourself believe it, a dog is a dog, and you can make judgments like a person, is that still a dog?"

"Also, the dog is a thing, I only like to bark in front of the owner, the owner doesn't stop it, the dog barks happily, I don't know if Senior Brother Leng has ever seen such a dog, I have seen it in the past five years, leper dogs, pugs, dogs that eat and don't brush their teeth, and dogs that like to form gangs and bite people in groups"

After Li Muran finished speaking, he deliberately glanced at Zhao Boyong and Li Yuhe, and said: "Master, the disciple is not interested in bothering here, so I will say goodbye first."

"Slow, Li Muran, you have talked so much, you are thirsty, Uncle Shi will pour you a cup of tea to quench your thirst" Zhao Boyong picked up the teapot and handed the teacup to Li Muran.

Li Muran knew that Zhao Boyong had a ghost in his heart, and it was difficult to refuse, so he took the teacup and stood in place.

The tea slowly came out drop by drop, and the first drop of tea that fell into the cup seemed to weigh a thousand catties, which made Li Muran's body shake, and the arm holding the tea sank down, and the person almost fell to the ground.

Zhao Boyong carried thousands of catties in four or two, and secretly used the Taoist method to load the weight of thousands of pounds in each drop of tea, and each drop was like a mountain, which made Li Muran's blood churn.

The third drop, the fourth drop... Didi hit Li Muran's internal organs like a heavy hammer.

Li Muran's forehead was full of cold sweat, smiling, and the cultivation and strength of stepping into the Tianqing Realm with one foot, resisting Zhao Boyong's tentative thousand-pound falling technique, would not be able to hurt the physical body for a while, and the foundation of the Yuan Shen would not be at risk of his life.

"At a young age, I have the strength to touch the threshold of Tianqing Realm, and I am worthy of being the savior of my Sanqing," Zhao Boyong said coldly.

After listening to Leng Qian, Zuoyu and the other disciples, their hearts were sour and bitter, struggling in Shangqing, and several people in the second realm of Xuanqing did not know that Ma Yue in the Year of the Monkey could break through the current cultivation bottleneck and get out of the primary Dao cultivation realm.

"Senior Brother Hua, I really can't envy it, if Zuo Yu has his general talent, I don't have to worry about having no successor" Li Yuhe was envious and hateful.

The tea that should have flowed out smoothly fell slowly, and when it reached the tenth drop, Li Muran's dantian felt a colic, and the true qi and spiritual power that were latent in the root veins of the hundred acupoints were squeezed out little by little with the rhythm of the water droplets hitting the teacup. It is no longer a tea that simply hits the mortal womb of the flesh, but it shook Li Muran's spirit and his aura collapsed.

Zhao Boyong, who just wanted to test Li Muran's cultivation in a little punishment, was about to accept it when he saw it, but Monk Feidao flashed out, took the teacup and said with a smile: "Old Dao, I'm also thirsty, I'll drink this cup of tea for him."

The mana and spiritual power of the monk Fei Dao smiled faintly at Zhao Boyong, and the Dao law rushed into the blue and white porcelain pot with the dripping tea, Zhao Boyong's hand carrying the pot was like an electric shock, and the old Taoist who did not show the slightest mercy sent out a small dismount, which shocked Zhao Boyong's body and sent a chill down his back.

Zhao Boyong, who was extremely conceited, warned Li Muran with strong pressure and weak power, and the small abacus clanged, and he found out the details of Li Muran's Taoist cultivation as he wished, and he was very proud in his heart. I don't want Lao Dao to intervene horizontally to reveal the strength of the earth-shattering, and with the realm of the heavens and the outsiders, he can only admit defeat obediently, and he doesn't dare to have the slightest support, lest he suffer a big loss if he is half a point slower.

Zhao Boyong, who had to pour out the tea normally, said with a smile: "Old man, please use it slowly"

Seng Feidao drank the tea and said with a smile: "This tea is delicious, delicious"

Zhao Boyong turned around and glanced at Li Yuhe on the side, and the faces of the two suddenly darkened.

Leng Qian saw that Li Muran's spiritual power and true qi were a little depleted, and his face was pale, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to challenge, and shouted: "The surname Li, what is the benefit of the tongue, I haven't learned for many years, why don't I just communicate in this hall, let you master and uncle, take a look at the cultivation of the disciples of Sanqing."

Li Muran smiled faintly: "Very good, you will learn to be obedient after being beaten, the hall is too narrow, it is easier to destroy than the fighting method, you and I are only better than sword moves?" Fatty, give me your long sword, my father and mother gave birth to you and you were not bullied, there are hatreds and grudges, don't keep it overnight if you can repay it on the same day"

Ye Lin threw the long sword, and his fat body trembled violently.

Leng Qian said: "I will beat you like the same as the sword."

"Let's make a move, let you easily subdue the dog with one hand" Li Muran put one hand behind his back and held a sword in one hand.

Sanqing is divided into Shangqing, Xuanqing, Tianqing, and Shenxiao four realms, each realm has four grades, Leng Qian's cultivation is not the four grades of Xuanqing, and Li Muran, who has just entered the Tianqing realm, seems to be one level different, but the height of a realm is far from the same, and the distance challenge across a realm is more ridiculous than hitting a stone with an egg.

Mistakenly thinking that Li Muran was in the same Xuanqing Realm, Leng Qian, who was only one grade, just wanted to fight a quick battle, and defeated this fellow genius who was blocking in front of him, so that he could have the opportunity to be known by the world, how could the glory of Sanqing be enjoyed by one person.

Fame must be achieved as soon as possible, the roadblocks in front of you must be defeated, and life is better than death in the shadow of others.

Leng Qian is not an embroidered pillow, he is useless, he has the ability to be Zhao Boyong's big disciple, he is not a general, the three-foot Qingfeng sword qi is rampant, and the brush shakes out a piece of green mang, and the sword flowers are like rain. The three-style sword moves attacked from the top, middle and bottom in three ways, stabbing Li Muran's throat, lower abdomen, and thighs, two false moves and one real move.

The sword flowers in front of him were chaotic, and Li Muran was in a hurry to distinguish the actual moves in the sword, his body floated back a few steps, and he also stabbed three straight moves from top to bottom with his sword, but the speed was faster and the sword qi was stronger.

Leng Qian's sword momentum is hidden from reality, so that people can't see the real movement of the long sword, it is better to brake with static, to attack the void with reality, Li Muran gave up the dexterous and changeable sword momentum, the long sword in his hand is thick and fierce, Leng Qian's continuous swift sword moves or stabbing or splitting, or chopping or cutting, although sharp and changeable, but always seem to have encountered a hard boulder, the two swords collide countless times, and the sound of Zheng Zheng echoes in the hall.

After thirty moves in the blink of an eye, Leng Qian, like a dog biting a hedgehog and difficult to swallow, is eager to win, blindly fast and ruthless, and countless changes have been born in the sword, and the body is flying like a civet rabbit, everyone sees that Li Muran is not moving like a mountain, but Leng Qian is like a wind and snow flying around the opponent, every time the sword is changed, it seems that he intends to show off his flexible and changeable body and dazzling sword moves.

"Senior Brother Leng has bells and whistles, changeable and rootless, clever and clumsy" Li Muran's wrist trembled sharply, the sound of the dragon's chant on the sword was loud, and the sword qi swept away Leng Qian's entangled tricks, and the sword body pierced Leng Qian's shoulders like a dragon breaking through the sky.

When the sound passed, Leng Qian's shoulders splashed two blood lines, the long sword fell to the ground, his hands were in unbearable pain, and his expression stood in place in pain.

"Agreed, it's just tangible but not real, I'm afraid that you will have to live behind me for the rest of your life, why give birth to me, fatty, it can be regarded as revenge for you, remember, you can't bear to be bullied" Li Muran deliberately laughed arrogantly

Hua Qianshu clapped his hands and said, "Senior brother is good, look at which of you dares to bully our Taiyi disciples."

Zhao Boyong, Li Yuhe was afraid of the monk's unpredictable strength, and the open and honest exchange between the disciples was even more blameless, and the dumb man had to swallow it by himself.

Li Muran said to Hua Guichen: "Master, the apprentice has retired first, and my small bamboo house should also be cleaned up."

Monk Fei Dao, Hua Qianshu followed behind, Li Muran sold one foot outside the hall, and suddenly turned his head and said: "Master Zhangzun will never agree to the matter of bullshit marriage, I Sanqing Palace, I have never been servile to outsiders, nod my head, do less."