The succession ceremony is the day after tomorrow, and in the remaining two days, Chu Yiyang naturally can't detain them all in his residence, and he needs to let them move freely. It's just that when the team of the Hehuan Sect landed on the edge of the sea of clouds, it was already eye-catching enough, and now when he went to the northernmost part of the Jade Tower, walking in the crowd, the eyes of others had already been fixed, and it was difficult for people to ignore it.

Chu Yiyang said in his heart, this is the trouble of the Hehuan Sect leading the team to travel.

It's okay for him to be alone, bring the other disciples in the door, and throw a random stone out to hit three people who have old ones with them, or want to have old ones with them.

When he came to Kunlun this time, he planned to leave as soon as the ceremony was over, and he didn't want to cause trouble here, so he followed the Kunlun disciples who came to lead the way towards the place where he stayed, and at the same time passed the message to everyone.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect all heard the young master's extremely cold voice ringing in their ears, and when they spoke, they clearly had no other meaning, but they had a special rhythm that was difficult to resist: "Kunlun realm, don't make trouble for me, now it is not Su Jianzun who is in charge of Kunlun." ”

Hearing this, the hearts of the disciples of the Hehuan Sect were all in shock.

Yes, now the Lord of Kunlun Peak is the Beitang Sword Venerable who entered the Dao with killing, he is different from his master, more like his master.

Although they hadn't personally experienced what happened when that Sword Venerable was in office, they had heard their master say how they came here at that time, and the Hehuan Sect's Heart Law Classics in the Kunlun Zangjing Hall were the evidence.

"Yes."

Hearing their neat responses, knowing that they were tense and would not take the initiative to cause trouble for themselves, Chu Yiyang was a little satisfied.

I just heard the system ask, "Is it so serious?" "It's not that there is no problem with this plot.

Chu Yiyang patiently replied: "There should have been no problem. ”

But according to the original plot, Ying Zhengxin didn't lead the team.

And on the MPF platform just now, he could clearly see that there were only five of the seven great priests who came out to welcome the guests, and the other two surviving grand priests, including the four priests who sent Beitang out of the battle on a cold night, did not show up, and they were already dead in name.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's really a son of heaven and a courtier." ”

Today's head of the Seven Great Thrones is in charge of the precepts himself, and Jian Zun, who enters the Tao with killing and is accustomed to iron-blooded suppression, is simply a perfect match, no matter what guest who comes to congratulate him makes a mistake, killing is killing.

As he spoke, the Kunlun disciple who was leading the way in front stopped.

He turned around and said to the people of the Hehuan Sect without humility or arrogance: "Everyone, the twelfth floor has arrived. ”

"Arrived?" After he finished speaking, he listened to the thin but still dazzling golden bell boy who was as pale as a fragile beauty lamp.

Then, the red-clothed boy took the maid behind him across the threshold and entered this jade-like small building, leaving only a sentence for the disciples of the Hehuan Sect behind him, "Then you can go play by yourself." ”

——I came two days early to make more time to go to the Tibetan Scripture Hall.

When the words fell, the red clothes were still the same, and the slender figure of Jin Ling, who was no longer there, stopped looking back, and walked into the building with the white-clothed maid.

And after those Hehuan Sect disciples answered, they all dispersed in front of the Jade Tower without hesitation, which made the smile on the face of the Kunlun disciple who led the way freeze for a moment.

He is a cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period, and he is nothing among the elite disciples of Kunlun, who knew that the realm of the Golden Bell Gongzi had fallen, and just now I heard his admonition to the disciples, which confirmed this.

It's just that he didn't expect that he had only admonished the disciples of the Hehuan Sect on his front foot, but he turned around and said such a sentence, without restraining them.

"In the end, it is the heir cultivated by the Hehuan Sect."

The Kunlun disciple who led the way looked at his back and muttered to himself, feeling that the situation of Ying Zhengxin was not as bad as outsiders thought, and he also left from outside the small building.

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After entering the accommodation, Chu Yiyang sat in the room, took out a copy of "Yuan Gongfu Miscellaneous Notes" and read it, next to him was a white-clothed maid making tea, and the remaining three maids were decorating the room.

The place prepared by Kunlun is naturally elegant, but it is also as minimalist as the style of the sect, since he brought the maid to live in, he must rearrange the room according to his own preferences, put on the incense burner, decoration and brocade quilt he brought, and decorate it as if he was in the dormitory of the Hehuan Sect to be comfortable.

Probably to compensate for the three days he was imprisoned in the "Blue Sea and Blue Sky", not only did the storage bag he lost come back, but the elixir magic weapon in it was even better than the one he destroyed in the passage to the underworld.

It's a pity that the broken heaven-level glove didn't have such good luck to find a second one.

Chu Yiyang was looking down at the book in his hand, when he heard a knock on the door outside - at this time, who would come to his own place where the scenery was no longer good?

He thought, looking up at the door with the same posture, and saw two acquaintances.

The young master of the Tianqin Sect and the first disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect stood outside the door of this greatly changed guest room.

The former was still wearing his signature blue brocade robe, with a jade flute pinned to his waist, and arched his hand towards Chu Yiyang with a smile: "Brother Ying, I'm bothered." ”

The tea tray placed on the table was misty, the pot was brewing fragrant tea, and the beautiful maid with peach blossom patterns on her eyebrows poured the tea soup into the teacup and handed it to the three of them.

The young master of the Tianqin Sect is named Zong Mo, and his temperament is completely inconsistent with this name, he is always so lively, with a kind of self-familiarity.

Ning Shaoyou, the first disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect who was close friends with him, was handsome and cold, wearing a moon-white arrow-sleeved warrior robe outlining the ape arm bee waist, even when he was doing the action of drinking tea, his expression was just as focused.

Chu Yiyang looked at these two uninvited people and said directly: "Yingying didn't come." ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The young master of the Tianqin Sect let out a wretched cough, and the first disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect also showed a sneering look behind the teacup.

The man in red looked at them coldly: "I already said when I was in Aoba Mountain Castle that your relationship has been broken, and if you come back to entanglement, you are welcome." ”

"Ahem, don't say that." The young master of the Tianqin Sect wiped the tea from his lips and said, "Goodbye is also a friend, not to mention that we are not here for Yingying today." ”

"Not bad." The head disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect nodded, adhering to the tradition of never saying two words if he could say one word.

The man in red narrowed his eyes.

Zong Ning and the others couldn't help but feel a little weak.

In terms of age, the two of them were a little younger than the person in front of them, and they had only heard the name of the golden bell prince before they were in Aoba Mountain Castle, and they knew his achievements, but they had never dealt with him.

"In the past, it seemed that you were full of strength to catch up with Beitang-" Zong Mo had just said the beginning of his sentence when he was interrupted by Ning Shaoyou: "Sword Venerable." ”

"Yes." Zong Mo slapped the table and cautiously corrected, "Beitang Sword Venerable." We've always wanted to be close to you – especially Shaoyu. ”

As he spoke, he pushed his friend next to him, but Ning Shaoyou didn't refute it and acquiesced.

Chu Yiyang looked at Ning Shaoyou and thought that he was a sword cultivator, but in fact, his identity was also a sword cultivator, so it was not surprising that he would want to exchange and learn.

"—no chance." Zong Mo continued, "But it's okay now, everyone is in the primordial infancy. "Then you can communicate!

Chu Yiyang listened to his words, thinking of their abrupt visit today, his eyes became subtle.

It feels like you used to chase the first place in the grade, and now you have dropped the gear, and the two have been unable to catch up, and they have been thinking about playing with you for a long time, and now they can finally come up and play with you.

changed his original intention of responding to the robbery, and it would be strange not to call these two out, but Chu Yiyang, who was sitting here, was reminded by them of going to school - the two young monks in front of him were quite like his smart but limited classmates.

The man in red looked at them, and a slight smile appeared on his pale but still perfect face.

Before the two of them could rejoice that he had accepted their intentions, they heard Chu Yiyang say slowly: "If you want to humiliate me like this, you'd better dispel this idea as soon as possible." Even if my realm has fallen now, I am also a person who has stepped into the merger period, and my consciousness is still there, so I can still kill you. ”

I thought that this sentence would scare them off, or at least I could get their frightened looks, but the reaction of the first disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect was completely different from what he thought.

Ning Shaoyou's eyes burst out with a bright light: "You have really been in the merger period before!" ”

Zong Mo shook his head on the side and applauded in amazement: "Niu, Brother Ying." ”

After a rare excitement, Ning Shaoyou returned to his previous cold appearance, "Brother Ying, Zong Mo and I definitely don't mean to humiliate you. He frowned slightly and said, "In my opinion, the realm of others may not be able to go back, but Brother Ying, you can definitely go back." ”

Zong Mo nodded beside him: "Not bad!" ”

Chu Yiyang felt a little funny: "Even if you say so, it is impossible for me to let you be with Yingying." ”

The two said straight, they have seen it, just be friends.

After these two people got out of the love brain, they were quite good at talking, which made Chu Yiyang also in the mood to communicate with them, and then finally figured out why the two of them came in a hurry.

This time, Kunlun's Tibetan Scripture Hall was open to all the sects that came to congratulate him, and the young monks had the opportunity to see the texts of various families inside.

But there's a problem with this – these mental texts are placed in the scripture hall, and if your consciousness doesn't reach the level it requires, you can't take it off the shelf.

It's like having a myriad of delicacies in front of you and you can't get them.

And although Chu Yiyang's cultivation realm has fallen to the Yuan Infant Stage, his consciousness has reached the early stage of merging, which is enough to take down most of the books in it.

Zong Ning and the others warmly invited him to go to the Tibetan Scripture Hall tomorrow after resting, and then left reluctantly.

Watching the two leave, Chu Yiyang poured the tea in the cup into the tea tray, and then got up from behind the table.

The red robe fell to the upper of his shoes, and he said to his maid, "I'll go out." ”

I thought that three days would be enough, and I would go to the Tibetan Scripture Hall when there were fewer people, but when the two of them said it, he was aroused.

He left the place where he was staying, and flew from the northernmost point of the twelve jade towers to the Tibetan Scripture Hall.

As soon as he entered this blessed land of Lang Huan, which can be called Kunlun, his eyes swept over the bookshelves that seemed to be endless, and the crowd of people in the hall who were holding classics and looking at them fascinated, Chu Yiyang turned around and walked to the book administrator with three long beards and inconspicuous clothes at the entrance, and slowly flipped through the books in his hand, and put his pass token in front of him.

When the old man looked up at him, the man in red spoke, "May I ask where are the miscellaneous books such as travelogues?" ”

"Over there." The old man stroked his long beard under his chin, raised his hand and pointed him in a direction, Chu Yiyang said thank you, took back the pass token and walked in that direction.

The old man nodded, looked back at the book in his hand slowly, and then seemed to remember something, and said, "I forgot to tell this young man that Jian Zun is there." ”

Thinking about it again, Beitang doesn't eat people in the cold night, so he shook his head, "That's it." ”

So when everyone was intoxicated in the Classics Mental Law area, as soon as Chu Yiyang came to the miscellaneous classics area, where no one else should be there, he saw the cold night of Beitang standing under the bookshelf.

Compared with on the MPF platform, his figure is a little less determined and a little more calm.

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Chapter 30

The hall was silent, and the people in the hall were either sitting or standing, frowning or ecstatic, all of them eagerly reading the books of the Heart in their hands.

At this moment, they had no idea that behind several bookshelves that were too high to reach the top, the new head of Kunlun Peak and the owner of this Langhuan Book Hall were standing there.

The first moment someone walked in, Beitang noticed it in the cold night.