Zhang Taixuan was seriously injured and newly recovered, but in fact, before he recovered from Lisuo, his senior brother Yu Taixuan came to visit with a Taoist companion who was also a shareholder, and he couldn't wait. It's not that he can't trust this junior brother, on the contrary, for Zhang Taixuan, the planning of big things, and the handling of small things, he, the senior brother, has always been very relieved.

But this time, after a few words, Yu Taixing went straight to the topic: "The affairs of this villa are under the full control of the junior brother, and I believe there will be no leaks." But since we already have this long-term plan, is it a bit of a mistake for the junior brother to act so hastily in the matter of the dragon-winged silkworm. In case there are some rumors outside, and there are too many rumors, many times it will also accumulate and destroy the bones. ”

Zhang Taixuan shook his head and smiled: "In order to catch any bug, even I myself was seriously injured; what other rumors can explain the truth better than this injury? Besides, the sect master is also an understanding person, even if those two thieves want to frame me Zhang Taixuan, he can believe it without evidence? If someone really dares to spread any rumors, then it is really a stone to shoot himself in the foot. You must know that the people who caught the Flywing Silkworm were all registered disciples of his Cheng Mojin lineage. Among them, the two missing, Chen Sicheng and Teng Xiaonian, I have not been in contact with. If I really have bad intentions, how can I let these two people escape? Such an unreasonable thing can only be believed by a fool. ”

Although Yu Taixing cultivated his mind very well, he didn't feel a little numb in his scalp, "Fortunately, we are both brothers and partners." If anyone forms a bond with a person like you, it will not be a matter of long-term life, it is simply that they want to die and die is not enough to be cut by a thousand cuts. ”

Zhang Taixuan was embarrassed for a while, "Senior brother said so, I don't dare to be it." ”

Xiao Tairou, who had been making tea silently, said with a disgusted face: "You men can't help but be so roundabout when you talk about things, you have a headache when you listen to it, and if you have a headache, you have to double the pain when you think about it." In my opinion, with Bailing Villa, most of the disciples of the sect will be accustomed to making money easily and spending money in the future. Even if there is that so-called reincarnated heavenly maiden, a Taoist cultivation genius, so what? At this time and then, Cheng Mo still wants to clean himself and be content with the status quo, so many people who are used to being rich will agree? Once the sect master soars, the candidate to succeed the sect master is not hereditary or the predecessor designated. ”

Zhang Taixuan and Yu Taixuan both raised their teacups and drank them all, suppressing their shock.

This Xiao is too soft, he has been practicing Taoism for more than 200 years, and he is still very martial arts.

Although cultivators also believe that things are man-made, on the avenue, they rely more on talent and chance. If you don't do anything, you can't do anything, but if you do it, you have to ask for the right time, place and people.

And some of the right people at the right time and place are also man-made.

On the lonely peak of the sea of clouds, Cheng Cheng, who was already in weak health, talked for a long time, and his mood was low, and his mouth gradually became dry and his voice became hoarse. My father has been worried about his own affairs, and in a short period of time, his temples have turned gray, and he still greets himself with a smile every day, and tries his best to please him. During this period of time, although the sorrow and joy of the mother are invisible, how can the sorrow in her heart, the little girl who was born precocious, not see it?

So when she talked on her stomach, she only dared to talk to this "mentally incomplete", who didn't have a deep relationship, but she had already said it in her heart that it was good for her.

If Ren Pingsheng was completely sober and his mind was normal, Cheng Cheng, who had never been accustomed to complaining to others, would probably not dare to come to meet every day like this. So she herself can't tell whether her father detained the souls of the two siblings is right or wrong, good or bad.

A heart full of kindness, I only hope that this good brother, together with his sister, will not become his own martyrdom in the future

Buried people.

Cheng Cheng sat on the cool bluestone floor, rested for a while, felt regained some energy, and finally stood up and went out listlessly.

Cheng Cheng spent a long time walking over the mountain beam, climbing the stone path that led to the backyard of the Yiqing Palace. The figure of the little girl, after the sneaky disappearance behind the Qing Palace of Nayi, on the stone path, an old man dressed in black appeared. I saw that the old man's figure flickered, turned into a black rainbow, and hung directly at the door of the Longtai Stone Pavilion. The next moment, the figure of the old man had already appeared in the stone pavilion.

This uninvited guest dressed in black is the old grandson who has been sweeping the floor day and night.

The old man's old eyes, which were originally dim, suddenly became as sharp as an eagle falcon, and he looked carefully at the young man in green shirt who was sitting cross-legged and motionless all day long. The old man's gaze focused on the young man's face, moving inch by inch, as if he wanted to see through every pore of the other party.

The old grandson's expression became more and more serious. He muttered to himself: "This person really has a soul? If he says no, how can he be detained by Cheng Mojin like this, and he can't resist? If he says yes, even if he is detained by magic, he should see his spirit in the Jinkeng Wood Mountain? However, in the furnace of this son's body, there is not the slightest flow of yin and yang qi, what is the explanation?"

Could it be that this son is already a person with an incomplete soul? If this is the case, then he must be a person with an incomplete mind, and how can he cultivate such an astonishing sword dao realm?

The old grandson stretched out a palm, his five fingers were open, his nails were thick, and the skin on the back of his hand was dry and cracked, like an eagle's claws. Which claw did he use to grab the top of Ren Pingsheng's head, and he used his palm to top his head. The moment the old man gently closed his eyes, the place where the old and the young were standing suddenly burst out with an extremely strong qi machine, and the entire indoor space became a void enchantment that separated heaven and earth.

A goshawk with a wingspan of several feet, soaring above an endless lake. The great lake was unwavering, calm as a mirror, and though it was vast, it had a canopy hanging low, and the clouds were gloomy and depressing. On a small island in the lake, there is a simple thatched hut with a loess rammed wall.

A chubby white baby boy croaked and fell to the ground in the hut, crying incessantly. The woman, who had lost too much blood due to dystocia, was dying.

A man with an honest face sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. Beside the man, there were already several empty medicine jars. The aura and vitality emanating from the medicine jar were extremely strong. Thinking about it, the medicine used by the man, no matter which Taoist sect it was, was a panacea for those who dared to fight for their lives with the king of Hades. But the man still hasn't saved any of his mothers.

As the scene flickered, the hut became more and more dilapidated, and a barefoot boy of four or five years old, dressed in a raged cloth coat that was too wide, staggered down a country road jutting into the lake, and had not gone far until he reached an antique stone bridge.

In the whole great lake, except for the endless lake, only the stone bridge remains. On a pillar at the head of the bridge, there are three big characters engraved with "Yingsheng Bridge".

The child then stood on the bridge against a railing taller than himself, staring blankly at the pattern on the railing. He could stand for half an hour in front of one railing, and then move on to the next, still standing quietly, staring at the pattern on the railing.

The pattern is extremely blurry, and I don't know what to carve.

A group of children, much taller than the barefoot boy, well-dressed, jumped up on the bridge, pinned the barefoot boy to the ground, beat him, and then took turns urinating on his head and body, longer than anyone else.

The tall children who had finished peeing shouted and laughed and walked away.

The barefoot little man

The child didn't cry or make a fuss, and went back to the dilapidated hut alone. The honest man, seeing the child's filth, turned around and took a smooth bamboo whip from the house......

On the surface of the vast lake, a column of water suddenly rose into the sky, and the huts, men, and barefoot boys were all gone. The column of water continued to gush, like a giant sword made of lake water, and it went straight into the sky, disappearing into the sky, and I don't know if it was pierced out, or if it was weathered in a high place.

When I looked down at the lake where the giant sword was born, I saw a boy in his teens, dancing on the bridge of the Holy Welcome, like a madman. The boy held a rusty iron sword bar exposed from the severed headpost on the bridge, and suddenly pulled it with force......

The huge goshawk soaring low in the sky suddenly felt a blur in front of him, and the vast lake, along with the boy on the stone bridge, had disappeared, revealing the dry earth.

Suddenly, a vision arose, which goshawk knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly flapped its wings with all its might, holding its head high, and was about to fly towards the sky. But above the head of the goshawk, even the endless canopy of heaven was shattering piece by piece!

Heaven and earth turned into fragments, and the fragments were scattered and mixed in the void, and then turned into an incomparably powerful sword qi, stabbing head-on!

Which goshawk turned around in the air and flapped its wings and fled without a fate. That powerful sword qi was in hot pursuit.

Heaven and earth had been shattered more than half, and that sword qi was getting stronger and stronger, and the momentum that broke through the sky was already as fast as lightning. The goshawk knew that it would be difficult to be spared, and let out a mournful roar, and then his eyes turned black......

In the stone pavilion of the trapped dragon platform, the old man in black was sweating profusely, and sat down on the cold and hard stone floor, his body was rickety, and he was panting heavily. Which of his hands is like an eagle's claw has already left the top of Ren Pingsheng's head.

After a long while, the old man took a breath, and the sleeves on his hands were busy wiping the beads of sweat that continued to pour out on his face like raindrops.

When Lao Sun raised his head to look, Ren Pingsheng still looked demented, his eyes were stiff, and he looked ahead blankly.

Old Sun Tou suddenly felt a gentle disturbance of the qi around him, and he removed the prohibition placed around the stone pavilion space. The Taoist in a splendid white robe walked in, and when he saw the decline of the old grandson on the ground, the Taoist looked solemn.

The old grandson raised his head weakly and shook his head slightly, "I can't see the bottom line, brother, you have to think clearly, this may be an unpredictable gamble." At least you will stake your poor child's life, or at worst, you will stake the future of the entire sect. ”

Cheng Mojin frowned, put his hands behind his back, and walked back and forth in the narrow space between the old grandson and the young man in green shirts.

In the end, he stopped, looked at the old grandson, and said in a calm tone: "The life of the little girl, I, as a father, are already helpless, and a gamble may be a glimmer of life." As for this sect, although I sit in the square inch of this green palace all day long, how can I ever escape my eyes and ears in all parts of these three cities and one mountain? It's better to follow the trend, break and then stand. ”

The old grandson let out a sigh of relief, and the previous feeling of being out of strength finally recovered a little. Cheng Mojin hurriedly helped him and slowly stood up. The old grandson struggled to get up, and sighed: "The family is a big business, and there are also troubles about the children and grandchildren. If it can really be broken and then stand up, it is also a good thing. ”

Cheng Mojin nodded silently, until he helped the old man in black to stand still, and then let go of his hands.

The old grandson said: "I'm afraid, I can only break it without pain, and I can only stand without it." You, the suzerain who was born at the right time, have the opportunity to gain heaven from time to time, but you have lost the land and few people, and in the future, there is still something to bear. ”