Chapter 622 Whirlpool

Chapter 622 Whirlpool

What kind of person is that?

hansome?

It seems too superficial.

Not handsome?

I couldn't convince myself.

All in all, it is different from all the ancestors of Nascent Soul.

At least it was very different from the Yuanying ancestors she had seen. She had not seen many Yuanying ancestors, but she saw the most at weddings in Dazhong City.

The master's uncle is gentle and elegant, his manners are otherworldly, and he makes plans while talking and laughing. It is said that the entire Dazhong City was planned by the master's uncle, as well as all the places in the Qianyuan Dynasty, and the sect's large spiritual boat was made by him. .

Because of the large spiritual boats, the entire Qianyuan land was connected.

The sect's ability to have such a grand occasion depends on the head master.

This is also in line with her imagination of Yuanying Ancestor.

It turns out that the ancestors of the Yuan Ying of the Hehuan Sect, how should I put it, are mostly in awe, and whatever the ancestor says is what they say. The disciples like them are members of the sect in life, and they are the ghosts of the sect in death. Because of the practice of martial arts, the monks of the Hehuan Sect seem to be more straightforward. As long as you are willing to do so and do not violate the sect's laws, you will not be punished.

Most of them listen to rumors and then imagine based on the rumors.

This was the first time she had seen such an approachable Yuanying monk.

That warm smile and gentle eyes did not look like the legendary Great True Lord, but really looked like an elder who was looking forward to his disciples and grandchildren returning home.

Fang Yingxue was stunned for a while, how could this be so different from what she expected? Even if he is Master, as the Nascent Soul Lord, he should be aloof and unconcerned with the world, as if he is really dedicated to cultivating immortality and becoming a Taoist.

Ignoring the first master's black-red robe, red iron boots, red hair, and slightly pale skin, he looked like an old man squatting in the corner with his sleeves and robe enjoying the sun.

Suddenly there was an illusion.

Maybe that 'old man' is the sun.

The sadness in Tushanjun's eyes disappeared in a flash.

He also had a disciple back then, and his wife was of course very good. But at that time, she was just getting involved in spiritual practice, and she always hid in the soul flags. Even when she showed up, she put on an air of pretense. Now that I think about it, it's too late to regret it.

Tushanjun nodded slightly.

He glanced at Wu Rong, then at Zhou Xinglie who was giggling, and at Fang Yingxue who was beside Zhou Xinglie. He took the lead in picking up the chopsticks and said with a smile: "Don't be stunned, use the chopsticks."

Fish in the deep sea always smell fishy when eaten, so Tushanjun loves lake fish.

Naturally, the best way to prepare vinegared fish is to steam it alive. After it is steamed and then topped with condiments, it will still be steaming hot when it is brought to the table, melting in your mouth, and most delicious.

This time it is not a lake fish, but a fish swimming in the sky.

Of course, the fish must be good fish, and the wine must also be good wine.

In fact, he is not picky about spiritual wine. Each kind of wine has a different taste. For a ghost like before, only spiritual wine can make him feel that he is still alive.

This habit has been maintained to this day.

Zhou Xinglie did not persuade him.

Wu Rong also did not persuade Tushanjun to drink less.

Because they all know that the master is famous for being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Even if the head master is drunk, he will not see the master in the slightest daze. It is said that the master is never drunk.

In fact, others don't know whether he is drunk or not, only Tushanjun knows best.

Like an ordinary elder, he asked about his family situation, generously took out his storage bag, and filled up all the gifts and wedding items. Tushanjun is certainly generous, and he will never be stingy with those close to him.

After having enough wine and food, the night is getting late.

Danfeng did not have the habit of staying over with others, and even these two disciples never stayed over at Danfeng. In particular, the Zhou family is relatively small and powerful, so they also have their own land in the sect. As the head of the Zhou family, Zhou Xinglie does not need to worry about him living on the streets.

Wu Rong left early. After receiving the inheritance, he became more focused on spiritual practice.

As a close disciple of Taishi Zunhun Zhenjun, no matter what he is, he is already a thorn in the eyes of others. If he does not have the strength to be with him, should he call his master every day for help?

A few moments.

Zhou Xinglie came back again, walked through the slightly dark hall, found a seat, sat down, and said with a smile: "Disciple knows that the master has not rested yet, and must be waiting for the disciple to come."

Tu Shanjun was quite speechless after putting down the Tao scroll. All the little cleverness of his apprentice was used on him. What's the use of his bright brain at this time: "This is one of the few times when your brain can be used well."

"Ah?" Zhou Xinglie opened his mouth in pretending to be surprised, then scratched his head, chuckled, and said nothing. He seemed to have known that Master would say this, and also knew what Tu Shanjun was about to say to him.

"It's time to form the elixir."

"Ah, I thought Master would praise me for finding you a good apprentice and wife."

Tu Shanjun put down the Taoist scripture in his hand and sighed helplessly: "I don't know if you are really big-hearted or if you are really blinded by love. Even if I don't say anything, others will always gossip."

"I don't say it because I don't know."

"I understand." Zhou Xinglie put away his playful smile and nodded seriously: "Who is Master?"

"Do you know?"

"Not too sure, just vaguely aware."

"You still want it?"

"I don't want to miss it."

"Um."

It was Zhou Xinglie's turn to be surprised. He asked in surprise: "Is this the end?"

"if not?"

"Master, if you don't want to persuade me, or explain the interests and dangers for me, let me wake up from myself, or even if it doesn't work, you should reveal the things I vaguely know, and then put all the jade slips of the investigation in front of me. I'll check them one by one, and then..."

"I see you are quite sober."

Tu Shanjun casually picked up the scripture on the table, paused and then said: "You have made up your mind. What I have to do as a teacher is to support your decision and wipe your ass. Is there anything else besides that? "

"No 'torture'?"

"I don't have time to spare. I'm already tired of wiping your butt." Tu Shanjun curled his lips. At that time, he didn't have time to understand the whole story. Now he is married and has cooked rice, so why should he still beat the mandarin ducks?

He has no such interest.

I get angry when I talk about this. This guy killed me first and told me later. He took advantage of his 'retreat' to get everything done.

"What an injustice!"

"It's really not me who wants to kill it first and then report it. It's the master uncle who said that Master, you have to be in seclusion for a long time. It's better to get the results as soon as possible. In this way, the master uncle can give you an explanation. Maybe I will be happy and you will have a great achievement. .”

"Stop howling. If you shed two more tears on the day I die, you will be worthy of being my teacher."

"Who is my master!" Zhou Xinglie, who originally wanted to continue to advocate, stopped under the threat of Tu Shanjun's eyes, and then said solemnly: "What does master mean by wiping the buttocks?"

"Logically speaking, when we were in Dazhong City, we had the head master in charge, so we shouldn't have any worries anymore."

"Little things."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand, obviously not wanting to say more on such an issue.

It's better not to say it, so as not to let Zhou Xinglie think too much. It may be a big deal to Zhou Xinglie, but it is really a small matter to the Yuanying monk.

"The elixir-forming spiritual creature will arrive soon. I will form elixirs at the sect before leaving."

"Disciple, obey."

Zhou Xinglie left without hesitation.

"Zhou Lang, what did the master say?"

Seeing Zhou Xinglie's return, the graceful Fang Yingxue hurried to greet him, looking forward to it but nervous at the same time.

"Don't worry, madam, my master..." Zhou Xinglie briefly explained the matter, and then said: "We have to stay in the sect for a longer time. Master means that I can form an elixir before going back."

"Don't worry, husband. With my physique and the elixir-forming items, you are sure to break through the golden elixir. Don't feel pressured." Fang Yingxue smiled like a flower.

Zhou Xinglie's eyes suddenly became hot while he was holding his delicate body.

…

Take away the apprentice.

The devil who was waiting aside said in a deep voice: "Master, this matter is probably not easy to handle."

"Isn't it easy?"

"It involves a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Tu Shanjun's originally soft eyes gradually turned cold, and even his gentle voice became a little hoarse. He said coldly: "I haven't settled the accounts with the Hehuan Sect yet. They still want to cause trouble for me."

"The monk who was at the peak of the golden elixir back then had already cultivated into Nascent Soul. I heard many things from that person's mouth. He also disrespected you very much, and his words were extremely arrogant."

"A few words won't hurt."

"But now that Fang Yingxue has cultivated the golden elixir, her physique may be able to play a role again. The person who has tasted the benefits once, may not be just a verbal dispute, I am afraid that he will take the opportunity to cause trouble."

"Yeah."

Tu Shanjun responded lightly, with a cold expression, and his droopy eyes moved slightly: "What kind of cultivation level does he have?"

"Back to Master, the early stage of Yuanying."

"Relying on the secret medicine and secret technique to forcibly improve the parallel import Nascent Soul, if Master Rong cultivates the golden elixir, he will probably be able to defeat this person in a cross-level battle. Because of his talent, he will probably not care about face. I don’t care about the master’s intimidation.”

Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes slightly. He always felt that the current Taiyi Sect was very similar to the "Fire Cloud Sect" back then. The only difference was that it was not as powerful as the Fire Cloud Sect, but it was also besieged on all sides.

The Jiaolong Clan is a potential threat. Their ancestors are still locked up in the banner, and they don't know when they will be discovered by the Jiaolong Clan. His ally, Jin Ao Zhenjun, was equally ambitious and had gathered the old forces of Peng Yuan.

The Qi Alliance was quite critical of Taiyi Sect's dumping of magical weapons.

The Dan Alliance and the Qi Alliance are in the same spirit. If Taiyi Sect dumps pills again, the Dan Alliance may also be offended. By then, I am afraid that they will get along and eradicate the Taiyi Sect.

Nowadays, even Hehuan Sect has conflicts.

A parallel Nascent Soul screams every day and is extremely arrogant.

Tu Shanjun mused: "Whether it is detonating the increasingly tense situation in advance, or using thunderous means to shock them, it is better than slowly delaying it like this. Continuing to delay will be a bad thing."

"Go and ask the leader..."

"Forget it, I'll go find the head brother myself."

Tu Shanjun did not dare to delay any longer, so he stuffed the demon into his sleeve robe, and his figure had already appeared in the Jade Palace of Taiyi Peak.

"Hey, junior brother's expression seems a little solemn."

"In a few days, Xinglie will form an elixir."

"Good thing!"

"I have to solve a trivial matter in Hehuan Sect."

"Junior brother is talking about...?"

"The Hehuan Sect is far away from us. It doesn't matter how they are jumping around. The main thing is that the recent situation makes me feel that something is wrong." Tu Shanjun recounted the things he saw.

Taiyi thought for a long time and nodded: "We did block the way of some people."

"How about striking first?"

"No reason."

"Is the reason important? When we killed Ancestor Jiaolong, we also had no reason."

"But now we are in full public view, and it is a time when order is stable. Once we take the lead in launching an unjust war, we will be attacked by a group of people."

"Junior brother, please be patient and let me think about it again."

Tu Shanjun said solemnly: "I don't have a clever strategy. If you have any means, use it quickly. The longer the situation drags on, the worse it will be."

"This is not a child's play, where decisions are made at the drop of a hat. There are so many big forces and Nascent Soul cultivators involved. If you are not careful, everything will be lost."

"We can't lose!"

Taiyi's eyes were extremely firm.