Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

Mu Chuihan speculated that pill thieves probably didn't do this work normally and lacked experience. So I was worried that they would give up halfway.

After thinking about it, before going out the next day, he opened the dark frame a little, lest the poor elixir be missed again.

On that day, he not only returned late, but also took Lin Xu for a walk, leaving enough time and space for the thief.

Until the moon was in the middle of the sky, Lin Xu was sleepy while walking, and they turned back slowly.

Lin Xu stepped into the door, first glanced dully, and then the whole person was excited: "Here again!"

Yesterday's incident, because they both didn't lack anything in the end, so they didn't say anything. Unexpectedly, the thief made a comeback today, but it was not clean at all, for fear that they would not be able to see it.

Lin Xu re-checked his belongings, hell, this time there was nothing missing.

Could it be that this is not a thief?

Lin Xu raised her head, Mu Chuihan was pulling out the hidden space, and then a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"You haven't lost your valuables, have you?" Lin Xu guessed and asked.

"Ah!" Mu Chuihan began to panic: "The medicinal pill that Jun Tingyun gave me is gone."

"Really?" Lin Xu also became anxious: "Why don't you carry such a precious medicinal pill with you?"

Mu Chuihan said, "I'm also afraid that I'll accidentally lose it when I take it with me. Besides, it's a secret, and the medicinal pill was still there yesterday, so I lost my vigilance..."

"Oh, what should we do then?" Lin Xu said, "We have to report to the elders and catch the thief!"

"Don't." Mu Chuihan grabbed him and said, "It's not good to put that medicinal pill on the bright side."

Lin Xu thought about it, although the outer sect did not explicitly prohibit the disciples from taking medicine pills to improve their physique, but this is contrary to fairness. Therefore, Fuyan was ignoring the rules, and it was really difficult to blatantly ask the elders to help.

"Then is it just a loss?" Lin Xu said angrily, "I don't know how the thief found out that you had the medicine pill."

Mu Chuihan said: "Maybe they know that I just came back from Tingyun-Jun. They guess I have something good."

He comforted Lin Xu: "It's okay, the medicine pill is just the icing on the cake, if you don't have it, it's gone..."

Seeing this, Lin Xu didn't say much, and in turn comforted him: "With our strength, we can pass the test as well!"

Although he didn't tell the elders, Lin Xu still vaguely mentioned it among the disciples, saying that Fuyan had lost something important.

Hearing that, several acquaintances from the same sect have made suggestions for him, but only Zhao Jia has a sour face: "Junior Brother Lin means, is there someone in our Linxian Sect who is a thief? These words are related to the reputation of the outside world, so don't talk nonsense. ah."

In January, when Mu Chuihan was away, Lin Xu had quarreled with Zhao Jia too many times, and at least he gradually developed his tongue.

He didn't need Mu Chuihan's help, so he said, "I didn't say that, but Senior Brother Zhao is so determined. Could it be that he is guilty of being a thief?"

Zhao Jia snorted: "Who cares about your things."

Mu Chuihan supported Lin Xu, and held his heart with his unfinished hand: "Just think that I lost it myself, everyone, don't hurt me!"

Mo Jiao choked on his breath, thinking that if he didn't see this Fuyan for a month, he would be more and more disgusting.

He and Fuyan never got the upper hand in the dispute, so he immediately persuaded Zhao Jia to leave the venue.

Laughing secretly in his heart, Fuyan could only speak his tongue for a while, and he lost the medicine pill to see how he could pass the inner door trial.

The conflict with Zhao Jia was just a little episode. Lin Xu seized the remaining time to practice sword day and night, only to feel that time flies, and in a flash, the day of the trial came.

Little did he know that his roommate was living like a year these days. Holding Feifei every day, holding a small flower in his hand, pulling the petals there: "He's here, he's not coming..."

Mu Chuihan had nothing to do, so his mind was all on these flowers. On the morning of the trial day, he took out another little flower that was about to wither: "Come, don't come..."

The last petal fell, and Mu Chuihan thought "No" in his mouth.

He dropped the thin flower pole angrily and muttered to himself, "It seems that he wants me to die!"

Feifei felt that the owner would be at risk of blackening at any time, so he pressed his little milky voice and pretended to persuade deeply: "I know there is an old saying among you, men are like clothes, you don't want to hang yourself on this piece of clothes."

Although he also really wanted to go back and play with Xiaoyou, woohoo.

Mu Chuihan said decisively, "Poor, just this piece of clothing."

Feifei: "Okay...but how are you going to die?"

Mu Chuihan said with a smile, "Of course we have already thought about the solution, we will just wait until the time is right."

Saying that, he restrained the anger of the villain who was reborn as Nirvana, softened his expression again, and went to the main hall with Lin Xu.

His Royal Highness Linxian Sect Master is a large open square, backed by a cliff, which is the venue for their trial.

All the outer disciples who want to participate in the trial have arrived, lined up and just waited for the inner sect elder to arrive.

Lin Xu inquired about all these elders, and quietly said to Mu Chuihan: "The five main peaks of Linxian Sect, Linxian Peak has been dominated by the head of the past dynasties, and the other four peaks belong to Jianxiu, Lexiu, Fuxiu and Yao. Xiu. The head of this generation is also a swordsman, and he is Ting Yun-jun’s fellow disciple, it would be great if I could worship him.”

In the past, Mu Chuihan might have thought that it would be good to bow down to the head of the sect first, and then wait for the opportunity to approach Ye Tingjiang. But at this moment, only Ying Xuefeng remained in his eyes.

Oh, if he fails to worship this time, even if he loses.

It didn't take long for the elders mentioned by Lin Xu to arrive one after another. The Sect Master sat on the main seat, looking at the appearance of about 30 years old, smiling slightly, quite kind.

The position of the elders of the four main peaks is beside the head, and the other elders are sitting under them.

Among the elders of the main peak, Mu Chuihan accidentally met an acquaintance.

Mingzheng sat there with a serious face, completely different from the lively appearance that day. Her eyes swept away, and she saw Mu Chuihan among the disciples, and showed him a very light smile.

However, the place beside her was empty and no one came.

Mu Chuihan sighed, that flower's prophecy today was really good, even in a trial like this, he still couldn't see Ye Tingjiang.

However, just after his thoughts were turned, a flying sword came across the sky with a familiar aura, and stood upright in front of the vacant chair.

What followed was Ye Tingjiang in black. His jacket fluttered in the wind, his expression was indifferent, and he sat down in his own seat regardless of everyone's astonishment.

The disciple below exploded: "Is it Lord Tingyun? Isn't it said that he never accepts apprentices? He doesn't participate in trials?"

Mu Chuihan was stunned, his first reaction was that Ye Tingjiang heard what he thought he would not come, so he didn't let himself guess.

He immediately thought, could it be that although Ye Tingjiang didn't come to him this month, he still had some conscience and planned to accept himself as a disciple in the trial?

Mu Chuihan thought with relief, maybe there is no need for "the fish die and the net breaks".

As if to confirm his conjecture, Mingzheng also said in surprise, "Why is Junior Brother Ye here?"

Saying that, she deliberately glanced at the young man below, and said meaningfully: "Could it be that you want to accept a disciple?"

"That's not the case." Ye Tingjiang said calmly, "It's just that I haven't seen the trial for many years, so I want to come and see."

"Oh." Mingzheng was very disappointed: "So it is."

Mu Chuihan's doubts almost overflowed his mind.

Um? It must be followed by a "but" indicating a turning point.

It's a pity that Ye Tingjiang didn't say a word after that, very quiet, as if he really just came to watch the trial.

Mu Chuihan gritted his teeth in his heart, it's over, you're over.

Even because of too much force, Lin Xu also heard a little movement, and said: "What are you talking about?"

On the stage, the sect master smiled: "Junior brother, it is rare for you to come here. These outer sect disciples are also lucky. Since everyone is here, why don't we start directly?"

The trial is divided into two parts. For example, a sword cultivator must first test his swordsmanship. If the elder nods his head, then he will test his physique and spiritual sense.

The outer sect disciples were all eager to try, and Mu Chuihan kept paying attention to Ye Tingjiang above.

One by one, it was Zhao Jia's turn soon.

He and Mo Jiao stole the medicinal pills from Fuyan together, and originally they diligently persuaded Mo Jiao to take it.

I don't want Mo Jiao to look disdainful: "I don't want to take the medicinal pill of unknown origin, just throw it away."

Zhao Jia, however, was reluctant to give up such a good opportunity, and secretly hid the medicine pill and took it this morning.

Although he also felt a dull pain in his dantian, Zhao Jia thought it was the normal effect of the medicinal pill, so he didn't care much.

Sword cultivation trials are faced with seven or eight stakes. Although the movement is fast, it can be regarded as a trace.

Zhao Jia has been a beginner for a while. He usually cultivates hard and is skilled in swordsmanship. It is no problem to deal with it.

After knocking back the stake, although the Sect Master didn't say anything, many of the other Jianxiu elders sitting below also recognized him, so he naturally entered the part of measuring his physique.

Zhao Jia had the pills to protect him, and felt that he could not fail, so he put his hand on the water mirror with confidence and boldness.

Shui Jing quickly reacted, and gradually gathered a light blue spiritual current, which was inhaled by his hand.

The color of spiritual flow represents the level of the root bone of the constitution to a large extent. Purple is the best and white is the last.

The light blue color is already good, and several elders nodded again and again.

Before Zhao Jia could be complacent, the spirit stream that had flowed regularly towards him suddenly rioted, and then scurried in the mirror without end.

Mu Chuihan understood when he saw this scene, Zhao Jia was the pill thief, and he greedily ate the pill.

It's really nothing new.

Zhao Jia panicked and kept adjusting the position of his hands, trying to quickly stabilize the chaotic spiritual flow, but it didn't help.

The elder who just nodded his head showed a pity: "Although the root is good, it is not suitable for cultivation, the spiritual flow is disordered, and it is easy to go crazy."

Saying that, they skipped over Zhao Jia and went to see the next disciple.

Zhao Jia lost his soul. This is impossible, he has obviously used the medicine pill, it shouldn't be like this...

Thinking of the medicine pill, he suddenly understood something, widened his eyes in disbelief, and cast a malicious look at Mu Chuihan, as if he wanted to accuse him.

However, he lost his voice. When he stole the pill, it was because of Mu Chuihan that he did not dare to speak up. At this time, he was killed, and he couldn't say anything.

Soon someone led him out of here. And Mo Jiao, who Su Ri had befriended with him, didn't even glance at him.

Mu Chuihan didn't give much attention to this matter. This can't be regarded as his evil, after all, he didn't force people to take the medicine pill.

He just turned his head slightly and looked at Ting Yun-Jun, who was sitting on the high platform.

He personally gave the medicinal pill to himself, and Ye Tingjiang should know very well the result of misuse by ordinary people.

If he could see the clues in time and understand the joints, he could stop Mu Chuihan's "conspiracy".

However, Ye Tingjiang seemed to be absent-minded, not only did he not take too much attention from Zhao Jia, but even at Mu Chuihan's place, he moved his eyes away to avoid suspicion.

Mu Chuihan sighed in his heart, "It's a pity." To be honest, when things came to an end, he felt more and more excited about what happened next.

Ye Tingjiang is a rare person. Mu Chuihan had never had a strong desire to win or lose in his entire life, but Ye Tingjiang always inspired him to not admit defeat.

One by one, the outer sect disciples' trials were completed, most of them were rejected, some were downcast, and some were waiting for the opportunity of the next trial.

And Lin Xu gave everyone a huge surprise.

Although he was not proficient in swordsmanship, he just barely passed the stake trial, but then, Shui Jing detected his extremely strong talent, and he was accepted as a disciple by the sect master as he wished.

Unfortunately, although Mo Jiao's talent is slightly inferior to him, it's not bad, and the two of them will be forced to be in the same class again.

Even so, Lin Xu was still ecstatic with surprise, holding Mu Chuihan and laughing non-stop, shouting, "I'm done! I'm done!"

Mu Chuihan was very happy for Lin Xu, but his madness still made him think of a human story book he read a long time ago, called "Fan Jinzhongju".

Not long after, there was only one untested sword cultivator left.

Lin Xu encouraged: "Come on and help smoke, I can do it, you can do it if you are so good."

Mingzheng also smiled at him calmly again.

Mu Chuihan glanced at Ye Tingjiang again, and gently picked up the sword.