"Senior brother! I'll go back first" It was a little late, Yin Su stopped practicing, and in the past five years, the two of them have also become accustomed to being a brother and sister.

The evening breeze was slow, looking at the back that was gradually moving away, Ye Ling had mixed feelings in his heart, the innocent little girl in the past may have died that night.

"Okay, I should go too" Ye Ling got up and walked towards the only thatched hut on the peak.

In the hall, Yun Song sat on a futon, his eyes closed.

"Your sister is gone"

Ye Ling nodded and sighed: "Master, is it right or wrong that you said that I saved her at that time."

"You don't already have the answer to this"

Yes, I don't already have the answer in my heart, so why bother.

"Master, after so many years, there is still no news from that group of pirates" Ye Ling asked tentatively, staring at Yun Song Zhenren with his eyes.

"I knew you had always wanted to ask" Yun Song slowly opened his eyes and sighed, "Isn't it good that I haven't been able to find out?"

"Master, Uncle Yin is kind to me, and the whole fishing village is kind to me" Ye Ling's face was solemn, although he thought that he was not a rigid person who did not know how to be flexible, but some bottom lines still adhered to it, revenge and revenge, and kindness must be repaid.

If he hadn't been rescued by Yin Su's father and daughter, he would have starved to death in the vast sea.

"Hey!" Yun Song sighed lightly and slowly spit out two words: "Demon Sect"

"Demon Cult?" Ye Ling was puzzled: "How can this matter involve the Demon Sect again, isn't it, how can a small fishing village have anything to do with the Demon Sect?"

"I don't know why I am a teacher, but the teacher is just Penglai Mountain, an elder from the outer gate" When he said the elder, Ye Ling obviously felt a trace of loneliness in Yun Song's words.

"I heard that when the four major sects surrounded and suppressed the rebellion of the Demon Sect, a disciple of the Demon Sect fled to the fishing village, and the villagers betrayed the person in order to get a reward, and no one took this matter seriously, after all, this kind of thing happened many times"

Ye Ling thought for a while and asked, "That person has some background!" ”

"That's right, that person's father is Xiao Yang, the right envoy of the Demon Sect."

Speaking of this, the context of the matter is clear, this is someone seeking revenge, but Ye Ling always feels that this matter is a little strange.

"Ye Ling, usually, persuade your junior sister well, there are some things that should be let go or let go, as long as people live well, they are better than junior sisters"

Ye Ling nodded silently: "I understand the master."

The two chatted a few more words, and Ye Ling left in a hurry.

Early the next morning, Ye Ling sat down and looked at the peak and went straight to the middle peak.

The twelve peaks of Penglai Mountain, each peak is seated by a peak master, not only cultivated to a high level, but also has many disciples, compared to sitting on the peak, other peaks are more like a cultivation sect.

Ye Ling had always wondered why his master Yun Song was able to sit on a peak, other peak masters were either inner hall elders or also held important positions in the sect, but Yun Song was just an ordinary outer gate elder.

In the past five years, Ye Ling has rarely communicated with outsiders because he wants to hide his body's self-healing ability, and many things are not easy to inquire about.

However, after a long time, he still found out some secrets.

Yun Song and the head are disciples of the same generation, and they both like the same junior sister, and then there are some love and love things, the final result is that the junior sister is gone, and the position of the head is gone, Yun Song is lonely and retreats, and he has been decadent until now, if it weren't for his strength, I'm afraid it would be difficult to keep the position of the peak master.

Along the way, everyone who saw Ye Ling walked far away, pointing and discussing.

Ye Ling has long been accustomed to this kind of treatment, he can only treat it indifferently, why care about so many other people's opinions, self-esteem cannot be eaten.

Ye Ling also knows that with his own character, he can't be a hero who stands up to the sky and the earth and supports justice, or he should be his own dust and drift with the wind.

If it weren't for Yin Su, Ye Ling would have left this cultivation sect that outsiders couldn't look up to.

Regarding the hatred of the fishing village, Ye Ling has always thought that he will do his best to the best of his ability, and if he can't do anything, he will not drill the horns.

There was not much hatred in the first place, but now he knew that the enemy might be a big man in the cultivation world, which further dispelled his plan to find death, and now the only difficulty was that Yin Su couldn't let go of his hatred.

Yin Su couldn't let it go, and Ye Ling couldn't get out.

The center of the martial arts training ground.

More than a dozen disciples were practicing in the morning, waving swords in their hands, male disciples looked at the domineering side leakage, and female disciples looked heroic.

The disciples who practiced boxing even made a sound of Huo Huo boxing in the air.

One move and one style, shouting and drinking.

It's really good, Ye Ling's pace doesn't stop, but the eyes in the black robe are shining, before the destruction of the fishing village, he didn't have the idea of practicing martial arts.

However, when danger came, he could only watch, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't save anything, Ye Ling regretted it, regretting that he didn't condense a body with a cultivation physique when he reunited his body.

"Isn't this our Senior Brother Ye, how can I have time to come to the center today to guide the junior disciples in cultivation?"

Don't look at Ye Ling's age, but in terms of seniority, he is considered a second-generation disciple, after all, Master Yunsong and the head of the family are first-generation disciples, and many of them here should be ranked to four or five generations.

It was a shirtless man who spoke, his tone was obviously very disdainful, he had a violent atmosphere, as soon as this person spoke, many people around him who practiced martial arts stopped their movements, bowed their heads one by one and whispered, with a playful expression in their eyes.

"I'm going to the Scripture Pavilion" Ye Ling didn't want to cause trouble, so he opened his mouth lightly, and wanted to leave quickly.

"Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" The sturdy man clasped his hands to his chest, stared at Ye Ling with a look of surprise, and then plucked out his ears and asked the disciples around him: "Did you hear that, our senior brother is going to the sect Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he won't be going to see the cultivation exercises, Senior Brother Ye, who works so hard, he hasn't cultivated at all and is still working so hard, unlike us, he can only cultivate his body here bitterly."

"Hahaha!" His words immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Ye Ling ignored it, raised his head slightly, and said lightly: "It's over, get out of the way when you're done."

"Yo, it's worthy of being a second-generation disciple, I can't afford to provoke it, I can't afford to provoke it, let's get out of the way, don't delay the senior brother's big event"

Ye Ling paced away in silence, and it was worth sighing in his heart, this world is too unfriendly to me, the city is deep, I want to go back to the countryside.

This is also why Ye Ling rarely socializes with people in the sect if he is unnecessary.

But he hid from trouble, and couldn't stand the trouble to find the door.

Just the man who provoked the trouble, Yin Su suitor, this kind of person, there are countless sects.

Every time at this time, Ye Ling sighed secretly, blushing and ruined.

"Senior brother, I heard that this Senior Brother Ye is a strangely ugly-looking person, I don't know if it's true or not."

"Yes, yes, I also heard about it, and I also wondered, why does Senior Sister Yin like this kind of waste person. Five years of entry, there is no trace of waste."

There was a lot of discussion among the others, obviously interested in Ye Ling's gossip.

"Go and go, go to practice, ask my sister blindly, who said that Senior Sister Yin likes him"

。。。。

Listening to the shouts and cheers in his ears, Ye Ling always felt that he was out of place with them, it was difficult for him to integrate into this sect, and he didn't have the slightest sense of dependence.

There are people outside the door of the Scripture Pavilion who are on duty all day.

Ye Ling walked in, and the two were busy greeting each other, obviously knowing each other.

"Senior Brother Ye, come to read again"

The people who can be sent to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to guard are all the elite disciples of the sect, and the two in front of them are the disciples of the head of the sect.

"Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Yang" Ye Ling said.

"Let's go in, I don't need to say more about the rules"

"Thank you!" Ye Ling thanked him.

It wasn't until Ye Ling entered and closed the door again that the two of them slowly spoke.

"It's a pity, he has this perseverance, if he has cultivation qualifications, he will definitely be able to reach a height that people look up to."

"Yes, but although he can't practice, his understanding of the exercises is beyond people's reach, the last time the Lotus Twelve Swords, after he explained it to me, I practiced, and I got twice the result with half the effort."

"My lost steps are also thanks to Senior Brother Ye's explanation, which is a small success"

The two of them chatted word by word, and the words were all praises for Ye Ling.

Ye Ling looked at the cultivation exercises on the shelf, checking them one by one, in the past five years, no matter how windy or rainy, coming to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to read books can be regarded as his compulsory course.

Ye Ling had been looking for a method that was suitable for his cultivation.

However, it was a pity that Ye Ling had not found even one of the exercises suitable for his cultivation in the entire Penglai Mountain.

However, he didn't find nothing, there were not only cultivation exercises in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but also a lot of strange and secret histories of the Fangtian Continent, which made him understand the world better.

"I still don't believe it, I, an aspiring young man in the 21st century, can't get along in this Fangtian Continent."

Ye Ling's footsteps did not stop, slowly searching.

He only looked at those anecdotal and secret histories, and as for the exercises, Ye Ling had long lost interest, because Ye Ling found that the cultivation system in this world seemed to be based on spiritual power and spiritual roots.

However, this thing, he Ye someone, has it at all.

As for cultivating martial arts, being a pure martial artist, I'm sorry, he Ye has long passed the age of refining his body.

Ye Ling had been looking for a cultivation that did not need the support of the spiritual root, and this idea was tantamount to a fantasy to outsiders.

However, Ye Ling knew that this thing existed, although he did not inherit anything useful from the God of Creation.

But there are still some intermittent memory fragments.

It's like, in the age of the gods, they don't need spiritual power to cultivate.

The cultivation system of the spiritual root has only appeared for a thousand years, and what Ye Ling needs is the cultivation method before the martial arts era.

These things can only be found in some secret places, or historical secrets.

Although Ye Ling did not have the kind of ambition to dominate the world, after experiencing the incident in the fishing village, he longed for a self-preservation power.