Chapter 411: The Young Lord of Wanyun (25) Enemies meet

Desire Cave Desire Heart Hall, Deng Ming closed his eyes and rested his mind, leaning on the throne like a sleeping beauty, with black hair, hanging down lightly, holding his cheeks in his hands, exhaling the breath of Youlan, as if sleeping in a dream, and as if he was meditating. The graceful curves were rising and falling slightly, and the aura of the entire hall was slowly condensing around Deng Ming's body because of this contemplative stillness. Like an invisible soft quilt, gently covering the body.

"Fifth Senior Sister, what are you going to do, the master is cultivating, you can't disturb it." Ji Ma, who was outside the hall, stopped Yang Qing with red eyes.

"I'm looking for a master, and I have something important to ask her about the old man." Although Yang Qing's tone was a little stiff, he said it respectfully.

"Wait a while, the master has just settled down, let her practice for a while," Ji Ma said.

"Qing'er, Ji's mother let her in." There was a soft sound in the hall, like a spring breeze gently blowing, giving people a feeling of spring.

"You!" Mama Ji glared at Yang Qing fiercely, and had to let Yang Qing enter the main hall.

After Yang Qing entered the main hall, she pouted and saluted her master Deng Ming. "Master, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter, let's talk about it." Deng Ming leaned over and didn't open his eyes. Deng Ming knew too well the temper of his fifth disciple, he must have had some differences with the messenger on the practice, and came back angrily, for hundreds of years, it was not the first time, and Deng Ming couldn't remember how many times.

"Master, Tao Xiu, a disciple in the lower part, disappeared in the Dingcheng Portuguese Garden." Yang Qing's voice was excited when she spoke, and her eyes turned red. didn't wait for the master to answer, sat on the envoy's seat on one side, pursed his mouth, and looked like he was crying.

"Dingcheng Portuguese Garden, but I learn that Portuguese Garden." Deng Ming opened his beautiful eyes violently and looked at Yangqing with a look of surprise.

"Hmm". After the end. Whoosh, fluttering tears.

Deng Ming sighed uncharacteristically, not as sad as he was when he died and injured his disciples, but his eyes flashed with a few excited glitters. "Mama Ji, go and Wenmei call."

"Don't cry, I have something to say to a few of you senior sisters in the Qi Condensation Realm. Wipe your eyes, thousands of years old, still shed tears in front of the master, making people laugh". Deng Ming instead smiled and reprimanded Yang Qing. It's not that Yang Qing is crying, and it's not that she doesn't cry. Glaring, I don't know what happened to Master Dao. When he heard that his disciple was missing, he was not in a hurry but happy. Is it airy?

"Master, you look for me". Wen Mei entered the main hall and asked questions without saluting. At first glance, she is a saint with a happy mouth and a straight heart.

"No need to be polite, you three come here. Ji Ma, tell Si Wa to seal the palace for an hour." Deng Ming commanded.

"Seal the Temple". If the master wants to say something, he will also seal the palace. Generally, the hall is only sealed when major matters are discussed, and if the master has something to say, the three Condensation Realm disciples were all taken aback. Ji Ma was busy transmitting Siwa outside the sound hall.

"Come, three big babies come and sit." There is no outsider, Deng Ming has changed his past strictness. He was as amiable as he was when he taught his disciples the exercises when he was in Luo Feng. The three disciples who called were numb all over their bodies, and the master didn't use this kind of title for a long time. With a fierce scream, the three of them followed the electricity.

The three of them sat down beside the master. Deng Ming looked at the three of them like a loving mother. A gentle gaze slid across the three suspicious faces.

"All three of you have reached the Condensation Realm. It should be known that the condensation realm is mainly to condense the two qi of yin and yang. Yin three qi deficiency yin, mixed yin, pure yin, yang three qi deficiency yang, mixed yang, pure yang. I won't go into detail about these masters. How do you feel about cultivating for so long?"

"There is an imbalance between yin and yang between heaven and earth. Yang is too victorious, and Yin is insufficient". Wen Mei said quickly.

"Do you know what the master can do for a thousand years? From the second layer of condensation to the sixth layer of condensation, she has become a strange woman who is respected by everyone in the heart cave." Deng Ming said with a smile on his face. One sentence asked the three Condensation Realm brothers.

Everyone knows that Master Lu Dao is a rare cultivation wizard who has been in the heart for tens of thousands of years. Could it be that there is something hidden here? The three saints didn't dare to talk nonsense, and quietly looked at their master Deng Ming.

"Actually, the master is not much different from you. ......”。 Deng Ming told the three disciples an untold story from a thousand years ago. The three disciples were dumbfounded. There are several characters involved in the story, all of whom are the overlords of today's famous and thunderous side. There were two characters among them, which the three disciples did not expect. One is the senior brother Fan Yi who the master has always called, and the other is the senior brother Guan Xue.

Only then did the three disciples figure out the relationship between the three of them, and the three saints never expected that the cultivator saint who watched the Portuguese garden turned out to be the master's junior disciple, which was incredible. No matter how you look at it, that Guan Xue doesn't have a few days to live.

What surprised the three of them even more was still to come. The unfamiliar name "Xuanlu" entered the minds of the three disciples for the first time.

"I see". Yang Qing's cheeks and ears were red with excitement following the master's unhurried words, and all the grief was drowned in the splashing light of the waves with the appearance of the name "Xuanlu". Like a round moon hanging in the starry sky, it illuminates the darkness and leads the light. The face suddenly stretched and was painted with a layer of mystery.

Deng Ming's voice has stopped for a long time, and the three disciples are still immersed in the beautiful Xuanyin, as if they have drunk a thousand years of fragrant liquor, listening to the ethereal guqin in the secluded forest, and they are drunk and infatuated.

"From now on, the Portuguese garden will be handed over to the three of you to take care of, Yang Qing is in charge of it, and Ji Ma and Wen Mei are in charge of collecting the Holy Body. Go ahead, this month's 'Blood Transformation Crystal' will be harvested by Yang Qingcai, that is her disciple." After Deng Ming finished speaking, he quietly closed his eyes.

"Knock, knock, knock," Ji Ma and the three of them hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed three times. "Master Xie".

The three disciples were just about to leave, when Deng Ming called out to Yang Qing. "Qing'er, when you go, give this crystal letter to your uncle Guan Xue." After speaking, he casually threw a crystal letter into Yang Qing's hand.

A few hours later, dozens of holy women came to the quaint pavilion in Dingcheng, one by one, wearing armor and shining brightly. Twenty disciples had already gathered in front of the pavilion and were waiting in front of the pavilion. When the saints appeared, Guan Xue didn't greet them with a smile like before, but just looked at them blankly.

Ji Ma, Wen Mei, and Yang Qing hurriedly stepped forward to salute Guan Xue. "Uncle Shi, Master asked me to hand over this crystal letter to you."

Guan Xue snorted, didn't read it after taking the crystal letter, and took a holy bag from his waist. "A few nephews, all the things in the Portuguese Garden are here, I will hand them over to you, go back and tell your master that I will leave Dingcheng in a month." After speaking, he staggered into the building.

The three saints stared at the old back of their uncle, unable to feel the old state of mind. The expression of excitement is like a flood that has burst the embankment, and it is mighty and loud, and it washes over the heart that is difficult to calm down.

The three holy women began to count the accounts, which could not have been clearer, a building, a vineyard, and twenty attendants. A short account of foreign exchanges, a long list of employees, densely written with names. Each name is written with a black pen and crossed with a red pen. Each black name is preceded by a serial number. Yang Qing hurriedly paddled back. In the last two lines of the crystal shaft, it is written that fourteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, Tao Xiu, draws a cross. Fifteen thousand, Fan Yan, nothing was painted.

Yang Qing immediately understood, this was the name of all the vegetable saints hired for thousands of years, and no one had taken a hundred spars alive. It seems that the last name is the newly hired Caisheng.

"Fan Yan", as if she had heard this name, Yang Qing frowned, had you heard this name in the? "If you are a vegetable waiter, I will take care of the Portuguese garden in the future, and if you have something to ask me directly, now you will all perform your duties."

"Fifth Senior Sister, let's go see the Portuguese Garden" Ji Ma and Wen Mei both cast eager glances.

"Go". The three of them appeared outside the canopy of the Portuguese garden in a flash, and glanced at the grass pavilion. A haired saint leaned against a stone pillar, staring blankly at the sky.

"Fan Yan". "Fan Yan". Yang Qing screamed several times in a row. The priest on the side of the stone pillar answered. "What's the matter"?

Fan Yan moved back to his cold gaze to look at the three holy women, his eyes lit up and then dimmed.

When the three of them met Fan Yan's gaze, they chuckled in their hearts. A dark cloud appeared on his face. Yang Qing muttered in her heart. "This vegetable saint named Fan Yan looks so much like a little worm that disappeared from the small bald mountain in the heart of desire."

If you look closely, it doesn't look like that little worm, there is no Fan Yanbai, and there is no Fan Yan's eyes that will be expressive. The dying saint, what do he do with so much?

"Your name is Fan Yan, I am the new owner of the garden, if you have anything to mention to me in the future, open the crystal cover, I want to go in and take a look." ”

"Yes", Fan Yan casually took out the crystal key and threw it at the crystal cover.

The three holy women entered the vineyard in a flash. Fan Yan's bland face immediately showed ruthlessness, and a cold smile rose from the corner of his mouth. A hideous voice echoed in Fan Yan's mind. "Lustful saints, I'm back again, your good days are over." Bursts of sneering laughter sounded, mixed with the sound of grinding teeth, as if in the small bald mountain, the heart-piercing grinding sound sounded again.

"Senior sister, this name is so familiar to Fan Yan!" Ji Ma said in a low voice.

"Can it not be familiar? Senior sister, isn't it that Wanyun Cave, a shameless thief?" Wen Mei said with a look of disgust.

"Yes, I said how I heard the name familiarly, it turned out to be a little villain, but it didn't look like it, it was a fat and stupid pig." Ji Ma smiled.

"I think he's a bit like the missing bug in Little Bald Mountain." Yang Qing answered.

"No, that worm, if he had seen us and run away, how could he stand and die. What's more, that little worm is a fool, this kid knows that Lu Dao is a little slippery head at a glance, and he can change color when he looks at it, and I believe that the saint below Pei Xing can lose his soul when he sees him." Wen Mei said.

"It doesn't matter who he is, the one who is going to die, there will be a month at most." Yang Qing said coldly.

"Second Senior Sister, I said, next month, the blood transformation crystal of this saint will be mine, and it must taste very good." Wen Mei grinned.

"You girl is so, be careful, all the people I hire are ugly." Ji Ma smiled.

"I'll hire an old sow for you," Wen Mei replied fiercely. (To be continued......)