This matter involved An Qianxue again, and Wang Lin frowned when he heard it.

No matter how you look at it, it gives him an extremely familiar sense of déjà vu.

The former supreme genius made a covenant with a Taoist couple, but now his cultivation has regressed and he has become unable to cultivate?

But fortunately, this happened suddenly, and if it was really yellow because of cultivation problems, the two sides would not be so embarrassed.

Then his brow furrowed again.

This matter didn't seem to be so embarrassing, so Wang Lin didn't want to ask any more, but felt that the candidates set by the sect were too arbitrary, and asked instead:

"I found out that Master An's nephew had encountered a problem with her cultivation a month ago, why did she have to be appointed to do this?"

"This matter has already been decided when Senior Sister An conducted the trial before she entered, and I heard that Senior Sister An had come into contact with the Holy Son of Xianyin Pavilion as an emperor when she was a child.

"For Senior Sister An, who has experienced three years of illusion trials, this has already been a matter of three years.

"After all, no one thought that Senior Sister An's cultivation would have such a problem at that time, but I just felt that Senior Sister An's qualifications were not questioned, and the two sides had a friendship when they were young, so this arrangement would definitely be destined for a good relationship."

Mo Cong explained the real trouble of this matter, and his face was not worried, but after finishing speaking, he looked at Wang Lin again, and only after blinking did he ask cautiously:

"Senior Uncle, Senior Sister An's matter is not too easy to say, it's a big deal to cut off the face and withdraw the covenant between the two factions, and then let the Holy Son find someone else, but how do you deal with it?"

"Let's talk about it later, if I don't deal with it, I should make friends."

Wang Lin only felt that the other party's eyes were strange, and like the other fellow sects he had encountered in the Scripture Pavilion during this time, the eyes that looked at him were strange, and there was an indescribable sense of disobedience.

Seeing him say it so casually, Mo Cong finally breathed a sigh of relief, relieved his heart, and told the truth to his uncle:

"Uncle Shi, don't you know, Xianyin Pavilion sent a prayer post half a month ago, and now it has already spread outside, saying that you are hurt by love, and you drink all day long in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to eliminate your sorrows, and drink bitterly.

"Some people say that you have given up on yourself, because you have secretly fallen in love with Senior Sister Su Banxia, and every day you take the hundred flowers and spring colors that the teacher gave her, and she transferred it to you, and the more you look at the wine token, the more sad you become, and you don't know how to deal with this unruly love of the poor.

"Some people also say that you borrowed wine to kill your sorrows, in order to meet the new Uncle Gu. On the second day of Uncle Gu's entry, someone saw her hooking up with you in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and I often saw Uncle Gu coming to you this month, and the two of you often had trysts, and said that you had secretly formed a Taoist couple, and I didn't know how to face Senior Sister Meng this time.

"There are also people who make up even more exaggerated, and say in a groundless manner, you swallow the most inferior jujube pill every day, because you are sad and angry for Senior Sister An Qianxue, not only because you are worried about Senior Sister An's cultivation problems, but also because your favorite was robbed by the senior brother of Xianyin Pavilion, because of the hurt of love, you have the encouragement to share the joys and sorrows with An Qianxue, and to lie down and taste the courage."

The more Wang Lin listened, the more outrageous he felt.

He knew these three members of the opposite sex in the mountains, how could they all have such a complicated relationship with him?

- I drink alcohol to practice, why do others think that I drink all day to relieve my worries and boredom?

The same people thought that he was drinking and not practicing, and was willing to eat jujube pills, hiding in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and not wanting to go to Lin Xifeng, he was giving up on himself and venting the grievances in his heart.

But how can his true happiness be understood by his broken mouths who have been suffocated in retreat every day?

Wang Lin felt the mana in his body that was now equivalent to the tenth layer of the Qi cultivation period, and a breath of fire surged up in his heart, and some words were blocked in his throat, which was really unpleasant.

But he couldn't really say this to others, so he could only swallow this sullen breath silently, and let others arrange nonsense, allowing these rumors to be secretly slandered.

He took a few cucumbers in a sullen manner, bit them hard, and asked with a little anger:

"Master, nephew, do you know from whose mouths these words came from?"

Mo Cong was cautious, how dare he say such bad words about chewing the root of his tongue, and prevaricated in the past:

"As long as it's not a closed door, the same door that has never been out of the door has basically heard about it, and most of the people in the door are spreading these gossips, and they can't tell who it came from."

Although he had such a statement, Wang Lin didn't believe it at all.

Wang Lin also saw that this Mo Cong's nephew was stupid on the outside and smart on the inside, and he was smart and clumsy on the outside, and if anyone underestimated him because of his qualifications, he would have made himself a real fool.

Even his current divine consciousness with a radius of ten meters can't really see Mo Cong's true cultivation.

I don't know how many levels of Qi Kung Fu he has, but I can only vaguely feel that it is at least above the fourth layer.

"The matter of my going to Lin Xifeng, apart from you and me, only Lu Qingkong knows, right? Moreover, he can also get first-hand information that Master An's nephew can't cultivate, and he was also angry with Master An's nephew before, so if he arranged this, it should only be him. ”

Wang Lin analyzed and reasoned lightly, and the warm current in his body flowed.

Although he used a slightly questioning tone, there was no trace of confusion in his eyes, and he only looked at Mo Cong with a smile.

I don't know if it is Mo Cong's superb planting skills, or the peculiar aura in the soil of Taiheng Mountain, these cucumbers are uniform in thickness, short and dense in, green and attractive, and appetizing.

After biting into it, it is not only fragrant and rich, but also tastes crispy and tender, refreshing and sweet and crispy.

Without waiting for Mo Cong to reply, he picked up a few more strawberries and said while chewing:

"As for Su Banxia's nephew, it should be impossible for the disciples of other peaks to know the origin of the wine of Baihua Chunse, whether it is the matter of the wine given by the master or the origin of the gourd storage, only the disciples of Su Shi's nephew and her peak can know."

There are hundreds of peaks on Taiheng Mountain, all of which have strange appearances and impressive aura.

As long as you reach the Jindan realm, you can lead to a peak, live alone, and open a mountain to collect disciples.

Su Banxia and their disciples on that peak can't be too many, I think there are only one or twenty people at most, and when he meets them, he will check them one by one.

These strawberries are big and beautiful.

The fruits are all perfectly plump conical shapes, each weighing more than a tael, and the color is bright red and bright, like a dazzling ruby in the afternoon light.

Not only is it pleasant to smell milky, but it is also tender and juicy, sweet and delicious after biting, the pink flesh inside is slightly sour and very sweet, and the aftertaste has the unique charm and sweetness of honey.

After Wang Lin ate four or five, he was reluctant to eat any more, wrapped the rest carefully, picked up the wine bottle and took a small sip.

The clear spiritual breath and warm current on the body are fluctuating, and I feel that the body is cold and warm, and I am comfortable.

But he didn't eat enough, and finally took a large watermelon.

Each finger gently popped out a small section of the six-vein divine sword, and the sword qi slid horizontally and vertically against the watermelon, cutting it into a thin and uniform triangle shape.

As soon as the sword qi touched the surface of the watermelon, he heard the watermelon click and cracked on its own.

Wang Lin picked up a piece of watermelon, looking at the almost seedless, bright red and crisp melon pulp, and his mood improved a lot.

I silently recalled in my heart that in the past month, I had seen him and Gu Xianyun in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and the same door that they passed by when the two were talking, flashed their faces one by one in my mind.

I don't know if he thinks that Gu Xianyun is secretive, or if this sweet and juicy watermelon is relieved, and in the end, he didn't hold much grudges against these people in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

I only decided that if I ran into them in the big competition, I would fight twenty or thirty punches and stab seven or eight swords.

As for the people on Su Banxia's peak, there is also Lu Qingkong.......

Then it's up to them to make it, but don't let him run into it.