The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

"Why is Ao Yue yelling so loudly? Could it be that he is hungry?"

"Long mind, he's not a glutton."

"Tiangu goes mad for no reason, and I don't know if Xuan Tie can restrain him. If the sect master is not there, the consequences if he escapes will be disastrous."

"Fortunately, Shen Xianjun has entered the realm of transformation of the gods, and Ao Yue must be afraid of him when he sees him."

"I never thought that one day I would pin my hopes on Shen Xianjun."

At this time, Shen Liuxiang, who was inexplicably given high hopes, searched for a way, and finally found someone on the banks of the Juichun River.

Zhou Xuanlan sat cross-legged on the cool stone, facing the slowly flowing river, countless spiritual energies gathered from all directions, forming a faint white mist around him.

Sensing the breath behind him, Zhou Xuanlan immediately opened his eyes, and the long sword beside him sounded like a warning.

He turned his head.

The boy in blue covered his head with a green lotus leaf, grabbed a piece of gravel in his hand, and threw it to and fro. He raised his eyes and smiled lightly at him. The two small pear eddies that were inadvertently revealed were very cute and lovely.

"This is a good place to enjoy the shade. If you're lazy in the future, take me one."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his obedient appearance was shattered.

Zhou Xuanlan pursed his lips and said coldly, "The disciple is practicing, not lazy."

Shen Liuxiang approached, he was not as tall as the rock on which Zhou Xuanlan was sitting, he stretched out his hand depressedly, his sleeves slipped lightly, revealing a small arm like a jade lotus root.

"Pull me, for the teacher to go up."

Zhou Xuanlan lowered her eyes, glanced at the very weak wrist, and jumped down helplessly.

"Disciple is rude."

Saying that, he hugged Shen Liuxiang to Liang Shi.

"The sunshade leaf has fallen," Shen Liuxiang stood firm on the stone and looked down at the lotus leaf that fell on the ground.

Zhou Xuanlan picked it up, his eyes suddenly condensed.

The edge of the leaf is faintly reddish, and it is a lotus leaf growing in the Wuli Valley.

The Rebirth Cliff is the place of punishment, and the Wuxuan Valley is the place of detention. Ao Yue, who was captured back to the sect not long ago, was imprisoned there. Thinking of the Tiangu who was still howling at this time, Zhou Xuanlan said incredulously: "Ao Yue is furious, It has something to do with Master."

Shen Liuxiang took the leaf and covered his head innocently: "I lost a bone to him, and nothing else was done."

Zhou Xuanlan: "…"

He could understand why Ao Yue was so hoarse.

This is a complete humiliation.

"Master shouldn't anger Ao Yue. Although the black iron chain has a restriction imposed by the sect master, as time passes, the binding force will become weaker and weaker. The sect master is not here now. robbery."

Shen Liuxiang was shocked: "So serious?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "Every sentence is true."

Shen Liuxiang's expression changed slightly, and he grabbed his apprentice's sleeve, "Then run away, or Ao Yue escapes, you are a sinner of the sect!"

Zhou Xuanlan: "?"

What does this have to do with him? How can you be a sinner?

Shen Liuxiang's eyes were faint, and his eyes almost fell on the apprentice, "I got lost because I was looking for you, and then I ran into Ao Yue, and then I couldn't help losing my bones, and finally caused the Tiangu to be furious, so..."

So...this pot is his?

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned.

Shen Liuxiang comforted: "Don't be afraid, I am with you for the master."

For the first time, Zhou Xuanlan had the idea of ​​deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors. He endured it, and his thin lips moved lightly: "This place allows the master to enjoy the shade, and the disciple finds another place to practice."

He turned around to leave, but there was a slight resistance from the cuff.

Shen Liusheng pulled it very lightly, so small that he could throw it away with a wave of his hand, "I've been looking for you for an afternoon."

Zhou Xuanlan paused slightly: "What are you looking for a disciple to do?"

"Senior brother asked me to practice more spells to restore my true body, but I forgot a lot of spells. After thinking about it, I can only find you, but..."

The soft and glutinous milk sounded for a while, revealing a little choking.

"You perfunctory me with a piece of wood."

Zhou Xuanlan's face froze, and when he heard the sobbing behind him, he panicked, "No, this disciple never meant it."

Thinking about it carefully, he really went too far.

When the master needed him, he avoided in every possible way and failed to fulfill his apprentice's responsibilities.

The young man lowered his head slightly, feeling remorse in his heart: "No matter what the Master ordered, the disciple should be held accountable."

The voice fell, and the crying stopped abruptly.

Shen Liuxiang smiled and curved his eyes, and a row of white teeth appeared between his lips: "That's great, let's start practicing with low-level spells now."

Zhou Xuanlan realized something was wrong and turned around to take a look, "..."

There were no tears on his face.

After not seeing Zhou Xuanlan for nearly half a month, Ling Jinye was extremely puzzled, and was ordered by Ling Hua not to go to Chaoyun Peak, "You said Master, what are they doing mysteriously?"

Ling Mushan: "I don't know."

Ling Jinye speculated: "Could it be for Shengminguo."

This fruit is most likely to fall into the hands of Shen Liuxiang, but he has entered the realm of spirit transformation and is no longer suitable. The two immortals do not need spiritual fruit, and there are only a few Nascent Soul realm elders left as candidates.

Ling Jinye thought and said: "Who do you think the Sect Master will give the Spirit Fruit to?"

"Master will return to the sect in the evening, why don't you ask him when you arrive." The two of them were on the stone bridge leading to the outside world from Yeming Peak. Ling Mushan grabbed a broom and swept away the fallen leaves without any hassle.

Ling Jinye smiled bitterly.

Although the suzerain has always been gentle, his majesty is still there, and everyone has to behave in front of him.

"Hopefully it is Su Zhenren," he sighed. "He has lost his foundation for saving the disciples in the sect. Maybe Sheng Mingguo can help him."

After driving away the last fallen leaves, Ling Mushan raised his head and smiled lightly: "There are many disciples in the sect who agree with you. I think Master will be fulfilled according to everyone's wishes."

boom!

Over Chaoyun Peak, there was a loud noise.

The smoke and dust dissipated, leaving only a pile of powder on the ground, Shen Liuxiang exclaimed: "What a powerful force, how is this talisman made."

"It's just an ordinary detonating talisman," Zhou Xuanlan threw away the dull talisman, and took out a few more from the storage bag, "Master, you can remember the magic formula."

These days, Shen Liuxiang has been pestering Zhou Xuanlan to teach him all kinds of spells, starting from the basics. Fortunately, his understanding is not bad. With a little memory, he can learn it after reading it once. In just half a month, he learned seven, seven or eight low-level spells. Eight.

Moreover, the spiritual power suppressed the demon poison again and again, causing the body to heat up again and again.

A drop of sweat dripped from the corner of Shen Liuxing's forehead, he threw the detonating talisman into the air, squeezed his tactic to knock out his spiritual power, and with a "boom", the explosion sounded a bit louder than before.

He took a long breath, squatted on the ground, picked up the sweet orange and bit it, "Let's come here first today."

"The disciple retire."

"etc…"

Zhou Xuanlan's intuition was not good. There was never a good thing in staying behind. He just pretended that he didn't hear it, but unfortunately he didn't take a few steps, and the jade pendant around his waist forcibly pulled him back.

"I have a small wish."

Zhou Xuanlan's face showed a look of vigilance: "The disciple's ability is meager, so I'm afraid he can't help the master."

Shen Liuxiang said to himself, "I want to take a look at Shengminguo."

He's going to move it.

Everyone in the sect knew that Sheng Mingguo was placed in the Xingxing Tower, but no one could spy on it. The Wenxing Tower is where Qing Lingzong placed treasures.

Zhou Xuanlan: "Master, it's better to give up your thoughts. Even if you pass the patrol disciple level, Master of the magic formation will not be able to break through."

Shen Liuxiang: "Master can't break it, but apprentice can."

There was silence all around.

The elder responsible for setting up the large and small arrays in the sect died half a year ago, and before his death, he passed on what he had learned in his life to the last disciple he saw.

This disciple is Zhou Xuanlan.

The elders who are in charge of the magic circle now come to ask him some questions from time to time.

This is not a secret, everyone in the sect knows it.

Zhou Xuanlan said with an expressionless face: "If there is no order from the suzerain, the magic circle will never be opened."

There was a shimmering light in Shen Liuxiang's eyes, and he looked at him eagerly: "I'll go in and have a look, nothing will move, you take me in."

Zhou Xuanlan's expression was indifferent, and his stance was particularly firm: "It's impossible!"

After that, he cruelly added: "Even if Shizun really cried this time, it would be useless."

"Is it really impossible?" Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips.

Zhou Xuanlan: "Naturally."

It is a violation of the sect rules to trespass to ask the star building, and he will never condone the master.

"Really," Shen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows, "I just like to challenge the impossible."

The words fell, and the smile was all restrained.

He walked towards Zhou Xuanlan unhurriedly, with terrifying pressure.

The young man's expression was indifferent: "If the master wants to use his cultivation to force his disciples to submit, he might as well give it a try."

Shen Liu didn't answer, and approached with a sullen face.

The coercion of the cultivators in the God Transformation realm was enough to suppress any disciple at the Foundation Establishment stage to the point where they could hardly walk, but the boy in black still stood up straight, with a cold and arrogant air all over his body.

"You asked for it yourself." Shen Liuxiang let out a low snort, reached out to him, his tone was cold, "You don't eat a toast, you don't eat a penalty drink!"

coming…

Zhou Xuanlan froze in his heart.

The fatal blow of the god-turning monk!

"Hey!"

With a loud shout, Shen Liuxiang hugged his apprentice's long legs with two small hands, his face buried deep in the hem of his clothes, and his small body twisted hard.

"Take me there~ go~ go~"

In an instant, the air around him froze.

Zhou Xuanlan was like a stern statue, froze in place.