Master Chunyang Ancestor, Lu Yan, Lu Zu.

Under Lu Zu's virtual gaze, even Panlong and Wudan didn't dare to make too many times.

When Lu Zu was carrying the Pure Yang Sword and carrying the wine bottle to dominate the world, the two of them had not yet been born.

Thinking of Lu Zu's famous reputation millions of years ago, the two of them couldn't help but have a little respect in their hearts.

The two of them bowed to the statue of Lu Zu, and then saw the Dao Yun Qi machine of the Pure Yang Palm Sect of the past dynasties, and finally made a joke with Liang Xuanfeng, and returned to the ring and jade pendant.

An Qianxue saw that she was no longer imprisoned by it, her eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth to tell everything about it.

Liang Xuanfeng shook his head with a smile, stopping the series of explanations she was about to say:

"Needless to say, these two are not evil demons, most of them are seniors of the same era as Lu Zu, and I am also a junior in front of them, and I must abide by etiquette, you can grasp the proportions of getting along with these two yourself, and you don't need to say anything to me if you don't have anything important."

In other words, if there is something, you can say it directly, and don't worry about being manipulated by these two lonely ghosts.

An Qianxue's heart was relieved, and she finally let go of a lot of the previous pressure, and said with a smile that she thanked the head of the house.

Seeing that the qi left by the patriarch and the various generations of masters did not react, Liang Xuanfeng retracted his original plan to sacrifice the Pure Yang Immortal Sword and the Pure Yang Dao Seal, and while withdrawing the magic circle, he made arrangements:

"The two seniors have great powers, leaving the two to stay in my Pure Yang Palace, it is not easy to let go and teach my apprentice grandson, I will arrange for her to travel down the mountain in a few days."

Then he straightened his face and instructed An Qianxue:

"I order you to go to the Scripture Pavilion to get a set of pure yang sword classics, and one of the five elements of magic, thunder and spells, and travel down the mountain for two months, and you will not be able to return to the mountain until the day of Dabi!"

An Qianxue understood that this was to take the opportunity to get rid of the wool of these two people when she was out, and immediately knelt down to receive the order:

"Disciple An Qianxue, follow the instructions of the master!"

Looking at the double reeds of these two people, the ring and the jade pendant trembled, and a sound came from each of them:

"Empty gloves white wolf, hehe, it's really quite a bit of your ancestor's cheeky demeanor."

"Why has 800,000 years passed, and there is no loser Lu Daoyou, your Pure Yang Palace is still like this? Isn't it true that you Pure Yang have been poor for millions of years since ancient times? ”

Hearing the response of the two, Liang Xuanfeng was not annoyed but happy.

Since they are willing to open their mouths to talk to themselves, it means that they have already done the matter.

Since Lu Zu called himself Pure Yang, all the disciples who have been involved with the word Pure Yang have basically not had any particularly rich times.

Whether it is counted from the day when Lu Zu became enlightened millions of years ago, or from the date when their Pure Yang Palace was officially established 840,000 years ago.

In short, this pure yang has never been loosened.

Anyway, they have been the strongest poor ghosts in the world for millions of years, and they have long been afraid of others saying that they are poor.

Liang Xuanfeng took An Qianxue and walked out of the house happily, nodding to Lu Zijian, who was waiting anxiously outside.

Although he didn't go into details, seeing the smile on the face of the master in charge, Lu Zijian also smiled, and let go of the heartstrings that had been tense for more than a month.

Seeing that the Pure Yang Sect had gone out, the colorful auspicious clouds above everyone's heads dispersed, and the Miaoyin Elder of the Immortal Yin Pavilion hurriedly flew down and saluted Liang Xuanfeng.

Liang Xuanfeng took out Wang Lin, who was hiding behind, pointed at An Qianxue and said to him:

"Your nephew is going down the mountain to practice, there are no other idle people on the mountain, you are the uncle to accompany her down the mountain and protect the Dharma for her."

As soon as the words fell, the Dao Sutra in Wang Lin's arms flew out on its own.

The enlightened beast grease contaminated on it rose when it was in the wind, and swelled into a large Lu Wu Divine Beast with a head of nine tigers and human faces.

With a stroke of his fingers, he cut through Lu Wu's head and cut out two small heads of Lu Wu Beast.

Liang Xuanfeng pointed at each end, causing it to fly to Wang Lin and An Qianxue's bodies, and said:

"I have lifted your grounding, and as a substitute punishment, I will give half of the enlightened oil of the Luwu Divine Beast to An Qianxue, Wang Lin, are you willing to accept this punishment?"

Wang Lin looked at the nine tiger seals looming on the back of his hand, was overjoyed, and shouted repeatedly: "The disciple is willing, the disciple is willing!" ”

I didn't expect to sleep in front of An Qianxue's door and pick up such a big bargain.

Not only did he relieve the three-year lockdown, but he also got An Qianxue's wine money to subsidize it, and he was able to go down the mountain to travel under the order, which was really a happy coming.

Seeing his elated appearance, Liang Xuanfeng couldn't help laughing, and in front of the Elder Miaoyin of the Immortal Yin Pavilion, he deliberately slapped him on the back of the head three times, and scolded with a smile:

"You erector, it's a business to let you go down the mountain, you two go to Xianyin Pavilion first, and send the sword that was robbed of others to the original owner. After finishing the previous trouble, escort your nephew and nephew back safely, and not return to the mountain until the day of Dabi, if there is a bad pool, you will be punished for ten years! Do you understand? ”

An Qianxue and Wang Lin glanced at each other, and for a moment they couldn't figure out what the so-called "finishing" of the head of the house meant.

But when they heard that the head of the house wanted to "return the Qingshuang Sword to its original owner", the two of them seemed to have some plans for a while, and probably understood that this was to ask the two of them to come to the door to be wicked.

The two leaned over to take the errand, waiting for a secluded place to discuss the matter later.

Elder Miaoyin wanted to open his mouth and ask about the relationship between the two factions, but he was blocked by this sentence.

The head of the gate flashed back to the main peak, hugged her in the sky, and said loudly:

"I also invite Elder Miaoyin and Meng Shuyue, a true disciple of your sect, to take a look at my Taiheng mountain scenery for another two months, and after two months, the old Taoist cheekily invited the two of them to watch and appreciate the swordsmanship of my disciples."

These words did not mention the holy son of the Immortal Yin Pavilion at all, completely excluding Namu Weiliang.

Not to mention Elder Miaoyin, even Lu Zijian didn't know what the head of the house meant.

Elder Miaoyin's mind flowed, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't think of a reason, so he could only cut the prohibition in front of Meng Shuyue's door, and flew into her house without notice, coldly informing her of the news that she was going to stay here for a long time.

"You...... Go and pack your things...... This, it's not a good errand, inside the door...... Look for... Get a couple of helpers to go along. ”

Lu Zijian stumbled and ordered, slapped a magic seal in his hand, and handed it to the two of them, so that they could bring some of the same door to go together, so as not to suffer losses.

The two received the seal of law and withdrew.

The two of them walked directly towards the Scripture Pavilion, pondering the true intention of the head of the sect to let them go down the mountain.

An Qianxue didn't have any good candidates in her heart, and she didn't know any senior brothers and sisters in the family, so she left the matter of finding a helper to Wang Lin to decide.

Wang Lin thought about it all the way, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was not simple, and it was safe to bring a few stronger helpers.

After settling An Qianxue in the Scripture Pavilion, he himself walked all the way to the main peak and asked to see Senior Brother Chen Tinghan, who had fought tigers with him before.