Lin Zhao's face was slightly gloomy, and he muttered to himself, "You little Jiao, your temper is not small, I hope you will be quiet, otherwise I will have to roast you!"

Being interrupted by this dragon, or Han Yan, Lin Zhao was a little unhappy for a while.

Lin Zhao had already discovered this cold cockroach at the bottom of the lake, but he just watched it sleep all day long, and Lin Zhao didn't bother to pay attention to it, everything in heaven and earth has spirituality, if it is not necessary, but don't kill more, otherwise it will not be good for cultivation.

Of course, if its viciousness is not eliminated, Lin Zhao does not mind making it into barbecue.

However, this cold cockroach at the bottom of the lake is very spiritual, perhaps it has been practicing in this place of heaven and earth for a long time, so it has gradually dissolved the evil root, and it has been safe and sound with Lin Zhao.

However, Lin Zhao has already decided that this time he will return to the sect in accordance with Fuyuan Zhenyi's instructions, and report this place to the sect, and whether it can be safe and sound at that time depends on the creation.

Glancing at the bottom of the lake, Lin Zhao raised his figure, looked at this beautiful landscape again, the place of natural creation, and remembered it deeply in his heart.

It is no longer helpful to stay here, it is time to return to the mountain gate.

Then he straightened his body, released the lotus flying magic weapon, and galloped away in the southeast direction.

The white clouds around him are long, surrounded by clouds, when the sun shines in the sky, sprinkling immeasurable brilliance, Lin Zhao in the air turned into a black spot, took out the dragon flute, and slowly played it.

The sound of the flute is long, indifferent and far away, like white clouds floating over thousands of mountains and rivers, gathering and scattering unintentionally, to stay with the wind.

Lin Zhao is not in a hurry, whenever night falls, he looks for a place with beautiful scenery, sets up a bonfire, takes out the grill, barbecues food alone, enjoys fine wine, and experiences the loneliness and indifference of the monk.

For more than half a month, it slipped quietly at the fingertips, without a trace.

On this day, Lin Zhao looked at the mountain gate at a height of 100 zhang, and the three golden characters of "Shenxiao Sect" above were shining in the sun.

I can't help but feel strange and reassuring in my heart.

Lin Zhao shook his head, knowing that he was still not familiar enough with the Zhongzhou Sect, so he was like this.

Immediately put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, took out the Purple Thunder Yujue, passed through the mountain protection array, and did not fly, just walked slowly like that, and walked down the stone steps to a mountain peak.

On the road, there were occasional people passing by the same door, some people recognized Lin Zhao, so they stopped and said hello, and sometimes some people looked at Lin Zhao with strange expressions, which made him quite surprised.

Along the way, passing through Yingke Peak, Lin Zhao stood up and rushed towards the Hanging Spirit Peak where the "Five Thunder Courtyard" was located.

When I received the task in the Five Thunder Courtyard, although I was injured and hid halfway, I had to give an explanation after all, and I also had to receive the contribution points of the sect earned by the mission.

More than an hour later, Lin Zhao appeared in the main hall of the "Five Thunder Courtyard Office", and he was still on duty with the short and slightly hunchbacked Senior Brother Heming.

Suddenly seeing Lin Zhao walk into the main hall, He Ming showed a look of surprise and suspicion on his face, and then his face returned to calm, but between his words, he was quite enthusiastic about Lin Zhao.

"Senior Brother Hezhao, I heard that you were seriously injured during the mission, and now you have returned safely, congratulations, it is really the blessing of the ancestors!"

He Ming took a few steps forward, his expression joyful, and his words enthusiastic.

Lin Zhao remembered the last time they met, his expression was cold, and between the conversations, there was a lot of impatience in it, how could he be so enthusiastic today?

For a while, it made Lin Zhao feel a little confused.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Lin Zhao stepped forward and saluted, and said with a smile:

"I'm worried about the senior brother, this time the junior brother did encounter some trouble, but fortunately, with the protection of the ancestor, he finally saved the danger and escaped the catastrophe. ”

He Ming saw that Lin Zhao was humble and polite, his words were sincere, and the smile on his face was even worse, and he was greeting and warm, looking caring.

Lin Zhao dealt with it calmly, without a trace of impatience, with a gentle attitude and funny words, which made He Ming really have a trace of admiration for him, and the nickname "Shenxiao Jade Prince" in his heart is also worthy of the name.

After the two finished talking about the task, He Ming took out a jade plaque with the word "five thunders" written on it, which is the certificate of the completion of the task, and Lin Zhao can go to the Immortal Gong Division of the sect "Luxian Academy" to receive the contribution points of the sect.

After that, He Ming pulled Lin Zhao to sit down on the side, and his words gradually became less exaggerated, but asked if he had really killed a real person in the Jindan Realm during his mission.

At this time, there were more than ten people in the main hall, including the miscellaneous servants of the Five Thunder Courtyard, as well as a few colleagues who came here to do business, and they all pricked up their ears at this time and listened to everyone's conversation.

Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, how could what happened in the mission that day be known to everyone now?

He smiled slightly, and responded: "Senior brother, do you think this statement is credible? Senior brother, what kind of cultivation do I have? A few days ago, I was a Peiyuan period monk who participated in the Great Competition of the Outer Gate, and now I can kill the Jindan Realm Grand Repair?"

After that, I shook my head, looking like I didn't believe it myself.

And in his heart, there are bursts of suspicion, how can everyone know about the matter, according to common sense, it will not spread so widely, so like this, wouldn't it slap Taiyin Zhenren in the face, and at the same time put himself in danger?

You must know the opponents of the Shenxiao Sect, as well as other immortal sects, but you don't mind strangling some genius disciples who are not high in cultivation in the cradle in advance.

Everyone in the hall also nodded slowly, and then made faces to each other, looking like they were really like this.

"Now that everyone in the sect is knowing, are they all rumors?" He Ming frowned, stroked his beard, and looked thoughtful, as if he was asking Lin Zhao, and as if he was talking to himself.

"In fact, the situation that day, first Uncle Taiyin was a rival to that Jindan Realm Demon Cultivator, and then I took advantage of both defeats.

The situation of that demon cultivator at that time was simply the 'end of the strong crossbow', anyone who shot could pick up the cheap, but at that time, the other senior brothers had their own opponents, and I was just a cheap junior brother!"

After Lin Zhao's explanation, everyone in the hall showed a sudden expression, and the expression on He Ming's face was also soothed, and he accepted the result.

"The junior brother can take the opportunity to kill the demon cultivators, and it is also a good means. But not everyone has the strength to kill a real person in the Jindan Realm, even if he is seriously injured. ”

He Ming looked at Lin Zhao, his old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, but he had a good impression of this young junior brother in his heart.

Although he has shallow qualifications in the sect and was born in another sect, his strength is extraordinary, he is stable and magnificent, and his bearing is magnificent, which is really not to be underestimated, and he is afraid that he will be extraordinary in the future.

With this thought, He Ming's attitude suddenly became more eager, and he pulled Lin Zhao to chat for a while.

Lin Zhao suppressed the impatience in his heart, and talked nonsense with He Ming unhurriedly, and occasionally a few fellow observers interjected, but gradually turned into nonsense in the hall with the same door from all over the world.

Everyone started with their own practices, and the discussion was intense, and gradually the topic began to deviate.

Directly from the "Annihilation Storm" of Whale Geyang to the cultivation of the Wu clan in the Northern Heaven Centipede, from the feud between the Dust Yin Temple and the Blood Sea Demon Sect in the West Zhenyang Continent to the old demon of the Demon God Mountain.

The people had to put down their business, foam at the mouth, fight with each other, blush, and laugh.

It wasn't until a fellow disciple of the Fighting Division came in to urge an important task that everyone dispersed, and more than an hour had passed.

Lin Zhao walked out of the hall of the "Five Thunder Courtyard Office" under the reluctant gaze of everyone, with a wry smile on his face.

At the beginning of the chat, Lin Zhao always felt that it was a waste of time, but as he spoke, his taste changed.

And the people who chatted nonsense together gradually began to admire Lin Zhao from the initial strangeness, and finally turned into complete respect.

At first, everyone talked a lot, Lin Zhao was an audience on the side, and in the end, Lin Zhao was involved and asked to judge right and wrong, so as to weigh Lin Zhao's true talent and learning.

Lin Zhao is so shrewd, he naturally knows the intentions of his peers, and understands that he can't shrink at this time, and only by showing his strength can he be recognized and respected.

He no longer hid his clumsiness, first quoted the scriptures and classics to say the inappropriateness of the same door, and then tepidly cited Xiang examples, as well as their sources, so that everyone was speechless, but failed to convince everyone, and finally slowly evolved into everyone to embarrass Lin Zhao.

Then everyone gave their own anecdotes, some of which Lin Zhao frankly said that he didn't know, such as some truths in practice, but most of them Lin Zhao could answer them one by one, and finally turned into a situation where the cultivation world was looking for topics.

It's just that Lin Zhao's knowledge storage is too exaggerated, and there are not many people who can stump it, and they can basically find out the answers one by one.

Some people have a bad temperament, and when they are emotional, their faces are red, and Lin Zhao answers softly, without the slightest annoyance.

It was not until the end that everyone was finally convinced, not only convinced of his profound knowledge, but also convinced of his temperament, which gave him respect.

The aura of a scholar cannot subdue people's hearts, and his generous and atmospheric bearing makes people's hearts broken.

This kind of encounter is too absurd, Lin Zhao never thought that one day he would be impressed by the same door and the mountain.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Lin Zhao walked slowly along the path of the Fighting Division.

Soon after, they came to a cluster of temples. Looking around, he saw that the monks were in a hurry, and each had something important to do.

Grabbed a senior brother and asked Qing Douzhan Judicial Lord Tai Jue Zhenren to sit in the palace, Lin Zhao cleaned up his mood and sorted out his thoughts again, so that he could deal with the later inquiries.

Reporting the name of the deacon to the disciple and letting him pass it on, Lin Zhao stood under the stone steps in front of a large hall, his hands behind his back, his expression calm, his expression relaxed, and he quietly waited for the summons of the Tai Jue Zhenren.

A quarter of an hour later, the stone door of the main hall opened, and two real people walked out from inside.

One of them was tall and thin, with a slender face and drooping eyebrows, it was the Taicang Zhenren who killed the monks of the Nine Abyss Demon Sect with the Taijue Zhenren.

The other person is tall, with a pair of sword eyebrows straight into the temples, a straight nose, slightly thick lips, and a very dignified appearance.

Seeing this, Lin Zhao bowed out of respect for the elders of the sect, but did not say anything.

"You're Hezhao?" asked Taicang Zhenren with a smile on his face.

"It's the disciple, I don't know who the predecessor is?"

"I am Taicang, you can call me uncle, this is your uncle Taitong. Taicang Zhenren's well-looking face was full of smiles, and he praised Lin Zhao's gaze.

"Disciple and Zhao, I have seen Uncle Taicang and Uncle Taitong. Lin Zhao bowed again and saluted the two elders.

"I'm very happy that you're back safely, and you've seen a real person, and you can go to the 'Shenxiao Festival' when you have time, I'm sure you'll like it there. Taitong Zhenren said softly with a faint smile on his face.

Taicang Zhenren glanced at Taitong Zhenren, and a strange gaze flashed on his face, as if to express that Taitong Zhenren had snatched his words.

"We and your master are good friends, and you can come to the Fighting Division to find me if you have something to do in the future. Taitong Zhenren continued.

"The disciple has thanked the senior uncle and uncle, if there is something that the disciple can't solve in the future, it will be troublesome for the two elders!" Lin Zhao said with a smile on his face, without pretentiousness.

Taicang and Taitong looked at each other and smiled, Taicang real people waved their hands to Lin Zhao, and then left.

Lin Zhao looked at the backs of the two leaving, and said in his heart, I really want to kill Taiwei Zhenren, I don't know if I can ask you for help.

Exactly: the white clouds accompany and return, and the five thunders talk about things in front of the hall!

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