Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

Since Mu Chuihan had said it to the point, Ye Tingjiang would naturally have no objection. Even though Geng Qingyang didn't see a good show between the two of them, he didn't dare to cause more trouble.

Across the power fence, Mu Chuihan looked at Ye Tingjiang regretfully. If he hadn't been almost seen in the face just now, he wouldn't have stopped in a hurry.

Ye Tingjiang seemed to feel that he and Yuelin Xianzun had nothing to say except swordsmanship, and was ready to return to the table.

Mu Chuihan was in a tangle. In order to pave the way for his future confession, he should now try to save a little of his impression in Ye Tingjiang's heart.

However, taking the initiative to talk to people also subverts the image that he has always shown.

The character Mu Chuihan created for himself was entirely determined by the picture of the moon that made him famous. In that painting, his back is deserted, lonely, unparalleled and out of reach.

Although he didn't know what the painter had misunderstood about him, Mu Chuihan enjoyed the sweetness of fame, and since then he has been conscientiously maintaining the image of the flower of Gao Ling.

A qualified high mountain flower needs to be picked by others.

But Ye Tingjiang obviously didn't mean it.

Before he made up his mind to return to the table, Mu Chuihan made a difficult choice, and finally said a compromise: "Tingyun-jun is good at swordsmanship."

The six words are neither long nor short, and they will not collapse, and they express their goodwill to Ye Tingjiang.

Geng Qingyang's face turned pale when he heard this. He carefully designed this scene, not only did he not see the fight between the two sides, but he even made the Immortal Venerable praise Ye Tingjiang.

Since then, isn't Ye Tingjiang's reputation as a sword cultivator farther above him?

Ye Tingjiang's face was calm: "The same is true for Immortal Venerable."

Mu Chuihan was not satisfied with this polite remark, but a compliment was unremarkable, but it was too deliberate to say more. He had no choice but to give up the opportunity to communicate with Ye Tingjiang.

"Xianzun."

This time, it was Ye Tingjiang who stopped him.

Mu Chuihan turned back, his face under the veil could not hide his surprise, and began to guess what Ye Tingjiang was going to tell him.

Fuyan? Either way, this at least proves the status of his other identity in Ye Tingjiang's heart.

Ye Tingjiang also decided to say these words after thinking for a long time. He said solemnly: "The devil will commit a crime, will the Immortal Venerable still do nothing at that time?"

The monks present were all shocked.

One is because he said that the demon world will commit crimes, and the other is... Ye Tingjiang's words completely offended Immortal Venerable Yuelin.

The tone of these words was not polite at all, and the cultivators here knew that Immortal Moon Moon Lin had crossed the calamity and entered the Happy Realm just a hundred years ago when the Demon Realm invaded.

Nine infants will harm the world and harm the Quartet. When the people in the Xiuxian world finally re-sealed this ancient beast after a fierce battle, the calamity on the Yinqing Mountain was heavy, obscuring the sky and the sun. After sixty-four thunder tribulations, the world of Xiu Xian ushered in the first monk in the happy world in a thousand years.

This also means that when they fought hard in the demon world, Immortal Venerable Yuelin was at the critical moment of perfection.

And Ye Tingjiang was clearly accusing him of abandoning all beings and doing nothing.

In fact, he was not the only one who had this idea, and the sect, who had suffered heavy damage in the war, could not help but feel a little resentful about it.

Many cultivators turned their attention to the sick Lengchan in the audience. At the beginning, the most casualties were none other than Zhufenglou, which was almost wiped out.

But Mu Chuihan's breakthrough also shocked the demon world, and the two sides have been in peace for nearly a hundred years. Moreover, this also made the monks see the hope of ascension, so everyone respected Mu Chuihan after all.

Mu Chuihan was silent.

And his loyal supporters, the disciples of the Moon Moon Sect, were immediately angry: "How can Jun Tingyun say such a thing!"

Several cultivators whispered: "Wasn't this Moon Moon Sect also a great master who asked about his state of mind at that time?"

"Even the name has been changed, don't you want to ask for asylum?"

Seeing that Wangyue Sect was about to quarrel for him, Mu Chuihan finally said, "If it's what Tingyun-jun said, I'll be obliged."

Ye Tingjiang got a satisfactory answer and turned back to the seat.

Mu Chuihan also returned to his pavilion listlessly, only to see that there was one more person there.

"Xiaoyou..." Mu Chuihan realized the slip of the tongue, and hurriedly changed his voice: "Who is Xiaoyou?"

He seemed to hear the Tao Te Ching whispering in his ear.

Xiaoyou was full of curiosity about him: "Xianzun, I am the sword spirit of Lord Tingyun."

Mu Chuihan nodded, didn't pay much attention to Xiaoyou, and sat down.

Xiaoyou got the encouragement of Suixing, and boldly chatted with Mu Chuihan: "Xianzun, are you bored wearing a veil?"

If he was really like the mistress, he would definitely not feel offended by him!

Mu Chuihan: "…"

He said lightly, "No."

Xiaoyou felt that this cold answer was different from what Fuxing said, and looked at Fuxing again, seeing his sullen face, and felt even more deceived.

But he still thought about the purpose of this time, and summoned his courage again: "Xianzun, when will Fuyan be cured?"

Mu Chuihan remained silent. Ask him and he doesn't know.

Xiaoyou was still waiting to ask, but Ye Tingjiang, who found that the spirit sword had disappeared, had a summoning spell, which forced him to leave the scene.

Mu Chuihan breathed a sigh of relief.

Tsukixing gritted his teeth: "You really are..."

He wanted to talk about hooking up and down, but he felt that this was too vulgar, and immediately changed his words: "Irregular!"

Mu Chuihan laughed: "Zui Xing, as long as you are still alive, he will be a concubine after all."

Suixing was confused: "What do you mean?"

Mu Chuihan succinctly said: "Don't be jealous of him. You'd better exchange your feelings... Speaking of which, I bought you a lot of interesting things this time, but unfortunately I didn't bring them on Yingxue Peak."

At this time, Suixing didn't know that these "interesting things" would be the source of persecution for him and Xiaoyou in the future, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Well, at least his master still thinks of him.

Mu Chuihan only stayed in Yunze for one day. The organizer tried to persuade him but still did not keep him, and many cultivators suspected that Jun Ting Yun had taken away his popularity. Only Mu Chuihan cried for the real reason—Fuyan could only lie down for a day.

He pleaded eloquently to Suixing, and reluctantly brought his body back to Yinqing Mountain like a piece of garbage. By the way, he promised a one-year deadline, and he would definitely go back.

When Ye Tingjiang came to pick up Fuyan, he was not surprised when he saw that his little apprentice's eyes were still covered with cloth strips: "They didn't cure you?"

Fortunately, Fuyan didn't seem to lose weight.

Mu Chuihan quickly spoke nicely for himself: "Xianzun Yuelin has thought of many ways, Xianjun, I think he is a good person."

Ye Tingjiang said "um", maybe it was Mu Chuihan's promise that made him less prejudiced, but he didn't refute it now.

Mu Chuihan raised the spiritual tool on the bedside again and said happily, "He found out that he couldn't cure me, so he kept this for me!"

Ye Tingjiang had never seen such a bizarre spiritual tool. The square bottom had several protrusions that seemed to be pressed down.

He asked, "What is this?"

Mu Chuihan searched all over Xiaoyou's storage ring to find something so suitable for him, and excitedly told Ye Tingjiang Science: "This can speak for me."

He groped and pressed one place, and the spirit tool spit out a stiff sentence: "Hello."

He proudly said: "Although Xianjun can read my mouth, but with it, I can talk to other people."

Although Ye Tingjiang felt something was wrong, he still asked, "What else can I say?"

Mu Chuihan laughed and clicked several times: "Hello. Hello. Hello."

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

Mu Chuihan hurriedly added: "Xianjun help me to say other things, this spiritual tool can record a voice. It can say six sentences in total..."

Ye Tingjiang rarely sees such a useless thing, and patiently said: "What do you want to say, I can help you repeat it."

He is always better than this magic weapon...

Mu Chuihan was excited and begged: "But Xianjun, what if you are not by my side..."

He pursed his lips pitifully, his face helpless.

Ye Tingjiang softened: "What do you want to hear?"

Mu Chuihan was very excited, and said in a series of words: "I'm hungry! Warm the pot! Read the script! Don't need the Tao Te Ching! Please!"

Ye Tingjiang was puzzled: "Isn't this... still told to me?"

Mu Chuihan thought about it for a while, and reluctantly said, "Then help me tell Lin Xu that your birthday is healthy."

Ye Tingjiang still felt that this thing was naive, but helplessly Fuyan hugged his arm and swayed, and finally gave in.

He said the first sentence with a cold face: "Please send me back to Linxianzong."

Mu Chuihan said with a face: "Xianjun, I don't want this sentence."

Ye Tingjiang shook his head: "This is only useful if you and I are separated."

Although he wouldn't let this happen, it was still more useful than what Fuyan asked for.

Ye Tingjiang left a second sentence: "My master must be rewarded with a lot of money."

Apart from the two sentences "Hello" and Ye Tingjiang that came with the spirit tool, and the "Birthday Ankang" to Lin Xu, Mu Chuihan only had two words left.

After some hesitation and screening, he finally left behind the hot pot that he couldn't resist, and the "Please" with a bit of bad taste.

Even when Ye Tingjiang said in a tone that couldn't afford a ripple, Mu Chuihan tried to correct it: "Xianjun, this is not like asking someone sincerely, I beg you very carefully every time."

Ye Tingjiang used 100,000 points of determination to say those words, and gave up: "Just don't want to hear it."

Mu Chuihan hurriedly protected the spirit tool, and smiled flatly: "Enough, enough..."

The rookie competition has come to an end.

At present, the disciples on the Huxin Pavilion are from the Guiyi Sect. Lin Xianzong has the last disciple with the highest cultivation base who has not yet played. He didn't want this disciple to feel the pressure. He practiced all night last night, and he was eager to seek success. Today, he is unable to play.

All these top positions have nothing to do with Linxianzong.

Mu Chuihan was completely bored, and he kept harassing Ye Tingjiang if he only used the magic weapon to familiarize himself with the corresponding buttons.

It was also fortunate that he turned the volume of the spirit tool to the lowest level, and the disciples of Lin Xianzong, who were downcast and frustrated, couldn't hear it, otherwise they would have wanted to throw this evil spirit tool into the cloudy water.

The canoe carrying the spirit wine slowly stopped in front of the Immortal Sect.

They were supposed to fight, but there was no successor, so they could only give the leader to Guiyi for nothing.

Mingzheng was suffocated, looking at Geng Qingyang, who was full of spring breeze, and even more saddened by the success of a villain.

She sighed and slapped the wooden table, and even the spiritual tool that Mu Chuihan placed there was shocked. She was about to open her mouth to abstain, when an extremely loud and cold voice resounded through Yun Ze.

"Hello."

"Hot pot."

"Please, please, please..."

Mingzheng looked at Mu Chuihan in horror.

Mu Chuihan stopped his combo hand in horror.

"Please" still echoed over Yunze.

It also reverberated in the heart of the Yunze cultivator for a long time. At that moment, everyone recognized the unique timbre that belonged to Ye Tingjiang.

The wooden tone without a trace of ups and downs forms a strong contrast with the content.

Even Geng Qingyang lost color.

Amid all the attention, Ye Tingjiang told himself to calm down: "Fuyan, what's the matter?"

Mu Chuihan couldn't help but press a new button: "Please send me back to Linxian Sect."

The author has something to say: Immortal Venerable: At the death scene of the tenth-level society, please send me back to Linxianzong.

Xianjun (shocked face): You stepped on my corpse just now!

The prototype of this magic tool is a push-button switch for dogs that my friends want so much. I watched the video and was amazed, it was so useful!

Thank you to the little angel who voted or irrigated nutrient solution for me during 2021-02-2323:28:32~2021-02-2422:51:43~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Zuo Chuming 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 bandit from Mu Chuihan;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of ink tea; 10 bottles of Guxiang Elegy and Jiangting; 9 bottles of ink taro; I want 6 bottles of whole sugar and pearls; 5 bottles of spoons; thank you very much for your support, I Will continue to work hard!