After confirming that everyone's eyes were on him, the white ghost finally began his own story.

"That was ...... two days ago"

Two days ago, the white ghost was in front of the mountain gate of Miaolingmen, and was sprayed with dog blood by Xiao Huaqing.

"Don't even think about it! Get out of here!"

Xiao Huaqing didn't care about any politeness, and angrily sprayed white ghosts without the image of a lady.

"Go back and tell Chu Mo, as long as I, Xiao Huaqing, am still the master of Miaoling Sect, I will not get along with him for old age!"

The white ghost was in a hurry, he knew that Xiao Huaqing's temper was what he said.

If you scold your mother, let me eat behind closed doors if you are angry, I have to pay a bad job, right?

"No way......"

The white ghost was lucky, and shouted: "Lao Zheng! Old friends are here! Let's meet!"

With his internal force pouring into his voice, this roar is not trivial.

The power of an invisible blade spreads out with the sound waves, mercilessly harvesting everything that can be used as an obstacle.

The surrounding rocks were cut in shape by this invisible energy as if they had been chiseled by knives and axes, and the vegetation and flowers were even more miserable, the trees were cut off at the waist, and the weak flowers were cut in half like harvested wheat, and the incisions were as smooth as a mirror.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Huaqing unfolded a spell, and finally protected the mountain gate, not being shaken by the roar of the white ghost.

"What a bold man! It's really hard to be bullied by the Miao Ling Sect!"

This Miao Holy Spirit Son was really angry, and he was going to make a move with the white ghost right now.

"Xiaoqing, let him in. ”

A somewhat weak voice came from the Miaoling Gate, interrupting the battle between the two immortals that had almost ignited.

"Broken Knife Pavilion Master, it's been a long time, come in and have a cup of tea. ”

......

Halfway through the story of the white ghost, he became even more proud.

Qu Wudao packed up the tea set and handed it to Tan Ernan, and then complained: "Wuthering Mountains, it's really in line with your white and rough character." ”

Lan Yuerong also came up to make up for the knife: "Huaqing sister is really easy to cultivate, if it is a slave, she can't endure it for so long." ”

Tan Ernan muttered as he put away the tea set: "If someone comes to the gate of the Blood Sea Sect to shout, the deity will definitely tell him to come and go, and there will be no return......

Even the Blood Saint King made a "tsk" sound from his mouth, shaking his head and sighing.

Seeing everyone's reaction like this, the white ghost had no choice but to turn his eyes to Chu Mo for help, but he saw that he had already begun to close his eyes in his seat to recuperate.

"Ah, stealing the sky and stealing the yuan really hurts the vitality, this seat will rest for a while, and you will continue to be the master of the White Pavilion. ”

The white ghost is really a dumb person who eats coptis, so he had to swallow this pickled breath and finish the story.

......

After a turmoil, the white ghost stepped into the Miaolingmen Mountain Gate as he wished, Xiao Huaqing arranged for two disciples to guide him, and he never wanted to see this muddy man again, and he had long since disappeared.

Under the leadership of the disciples of the Miaoling Sect, the white ghost passed through the wide small square and stepped into a quaint wooden pavilion.

Miao Ling Gate is really traditional, this pavilion is relatively old in terms of appearance and interior, most of the furniture is wooden, a closer look is made of high carpentry skills and tenons, with a trace of not very strong smoke, it is indeed an excellent place to retreat.

The two disciples stopped when they got here, but the white ghost stepped in, and after walking inside for about ten steps, he saw a man lying on the bed, and a stool had been set up in front of the bed, obviously waiting for him.

The white ghost was not polite, sat up, looked at the person on the bed, and asked with concern, "Lao Zheng, how is your health lately?"

The person known as Lao Zheng smiled bitterly, his face was full of wrinkles, his face was sallow, he opened his mouth to speak, but he choked up, stretched out his thin hand and grabbed a spittoon at the head of the bed, and spit out a mouthful of bloodshot sticky phlegm.

"A day is not as good as a day..."Lao Zheng's voice was extremely hoarse, and he had to cough a few times without saying a word: "Brother Bai is still mighty, please forgive the little apprentice Hua Qing for being rude." ”

"It's because I'm disrespectful. The white ghost shook his hand again and again and said, "Don't hide it from you Lao Zheng, I came here this time to discuss important matters." ”

Lao Zheng: "How important?"

The white ghost said: "It is enough to decide the life and death of your Miaoling Sect." ”

When Lao Zheng heard this, he suddenly seemed to be completely ill, his sloppy eyes became sharp, and he looked at the white ghost as if he was scrutinizing.

"Didn't lie to me?"

"No jokes. ”

"Then you say, I'll listen. ”

The white ghost's hanging heart was secretly put down, he knew that he had an alliance with Chu Mo, and this Miao Lingmen had already known about it, but fortunately, this old master was more stable, unlike Xiao Huaqing, who directly rejected him.

It is hard to imagine that the thin sick man in front of him who is hanging half a breath is actually Xiao Huaqing's mentor, Zheng Luan, the old master of Miaolingmen.

Thinking back then, Zheng Luan had a hand of "Ten Thousand Paper Mantra" imperial paper as a soldier, walking alone in the rivers and lakes, although he was not ranked among the twelve immortals, he was also the number one strong man in the net decision dojo, and he had a battle with the master of the Divine Arrow Hall of Tongye Mountain, and the paper was used as a shield to block the stunt of the Divine Arrow Hall "Rabbit Song", one step did not retreat, one place was not injured, and after the war, he was praised as the first person under the twelve immortals.

People have good and bad fortunes, and the moon has sunny days.

In the prime of life, Zheng Luan, who was proud of the spring breeze, never thought that on the occasion of a gathering of various sects in the Pure Determination Dojo, his own era would pass.

It was a banquet held in Caibao and enjoyed by the guests and hosts. The Pure Decision Dojo respects martial arts, and the next program after gluttony is the exchange and exchange between various sects.

At that time, Zheng Luan, taking advantage of the wine, was dizzy, and even threatened to challenge Chu Mo, the head of the twelve immortals.

Most of the people in the dojo are bold Jianghu people, and it should be seen as a joke, but who knows that Chu Mo, who has always been out of the group, unexpectedly agreed to this competition.

The whole process from Zheng Luan's opening to the end of the challenge only took less than half an hour.

For Zheng Luan, it was like falling from the clouds to the bottom.

In the imagination, Chu Mo just casually discussed the scene did not appear.

As soon as Chu Mo made a move, it was the Ice Spirit Cold Light of the Divine Venerable Heavenly Domain, and within this cold energy, it actually contained an inexplicably powerful power.

In less than five moves, Zheng Luan's 10,000-paper curse collapsed, and his waist and abdomen were hit by Chu Mo's heavy palm, and the cold light of the ice spirit penetrated into the five, freezing the spleen and lungs to necrosis.

Fortunately, there was an elder in Caibao who had superb medical skills and hung Zheng Luan's life, but he also left him with incurable internal injuries.

Since then, Zheng Luan has been bedridden, and the entire Miaolingmen has also collapsed, but fortunately Xiao Huaqing has risen strongly, Zheng Luan hurriedly let Xian, and he also dragged this sick body back to recuperate.

It can be said that the entire Miaoling Sect from Zheng Luan down to Zheng Luan all hated Chu Mo, Xiao Huaqing respected the master very much, and even hated Chu Mo to the core.

Not surprisingly, when the white ghost told his intentions, he was exchanged for a sneer from Zheng Luan.

He struggled to get up from his sickbed, his thin face full of resentment.

"Brother Bai, it's none of my business how close you are to Chu Mo, but if you want me to drive the Miao Lingmen for him, it's impossible!"

The white ghost sighed, he was familiar with Zheng Luan many years ago, and when Zheng Luan was scrapped by Chu Mo, he also felt sorry for him in his heart.

But today is different, although it will offend old friends, there are some things that have to be said without saying anything.

"Lao Zheng, I know that the twisted melon is not sweet, and I also understand your resentment towards Mr. Chu, but you have stayed at home all these years, and your brain has stagnated, do you really think that your Miaolingmen can refuse Mr. Chu's invitation?"

Zheng Luan was stunned for a moment, then turned cold and said, "Are you threatening me?"

The white ghost shook his head and said: "It's not that I'm threatening you, that's the case, can you imagine that Mr. Chu praised his apprentice to set up another court this time, and their master and apprentice are planning together with the world and the rivers and lakes, what will happen if they become successful, and what will happen if they fail?"

When Zheng Luan heard this, he asked, "How about success?"

White ghost: "Cheng Ze the world is in hand, the pure dojo dominates the rivers and lakes, at that time, the life and death of your Miaolingmen are in Mr. Chu's words, if you don't join the alliance at this time, you will inevitably be settled by the autumn queen." ”

Zheng Luan's face changed greatly, but he still hesitated: "Chu Mo...... Will he?"

The white ghost stood up from the stool, and his majestic momentum spread out, completely suppressing Zheng Luan, and there was no more scattered color in his eyes, replaced by sharpness.

"What you have to think about is not whether Mr. Chu will be at that time, but whether he can or not. ”

"Bang!"

Zheng Luan only felt a grievance in his throat, and he wanted to get the spittoon again, but one was unstable, and the spittoon fell to the ground, and he couldn't bear it, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the edge of the bed, staining a large area red.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression became even more depressed, and he asked in a low voice, "What if the matter fails?"

"Then you still need to ask?" the white ghost said lightly: "Do you think we have failed, will Tongye Mountain let go of the Pure Decision Dojo?"

Under the nest, there are no more eggs?

Zheng Luan won't not understand this truth, and he can't help but not understand.

Xiao Huaqing is young, and he always has the arrogance of a young man and a desire to be higher than the sky, but Zheng Luan has not, he has already experienced the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes.

Although he has long since abdicated, in his heart, the continuation of the sect is much more important than those truths such as integrity, clear grievances, and would rather be broken than complete.

After a long time, Zheng Luan sighed, and the whole person looked even weaker.

"Please go back and tell Mr. Chu that my Miaolingmen is willing to join the alliance. ”

"Huaqing, it's up to me to persuade you. ”

Outside the pavilion, Xiao Huaqing stood leaning against the door, the nails of his hands were almost buckled into the flesh, and his beautiful eyes were full of mist.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

It was only on this day that the young Miaosheng Lingzi realized that he finally understood the true meaning of this somewhat vulgar sentence.