Chapter 62: The Imperial

Minglan's gentle and peaceful voice sounded at this time. In the void, Tu Dumiao's invisible claws condensed, and then turned into light smoke and disappeared.

"Master Ming also knows it's a joke? Well, Master Yan must know it too. Only this waste from Wanling Sect doesn't understand... He has been dealing with dead objects all year round, and his mind is also covered with corpse poison!"

As he said that, he laughed. It was not until then that the rest of the people around him could see his image clearly.

The old monster who had been famous for hundreds of years in the Cliff City did not disappoint them. At this time, the one who "standed" in front of them was a thin old man over fifty years old, with little meat all over his body. But no one could underestimate him, just because under the sunlight, this person's body was translucent, and his black robe was more like a layer of smoke of the same color, which was lingering and weird.

When you see this image, those who are unaware of it will exclaim "see ghosts in the sun", while those who understand the truth will say "Day Day Tour of Yin Shen", which is even more shocked and ignorant.

Minglan was more calm than anyone else. She watched the Yin spirit that was intervening invisible in front of her, and she was still smiling. The shallow smile lines on the corners of her forehead and eyes looked more amiable:

"After having been together for many years, Elder Tu's spirit is as refreshing as ever."

However, without waiting for Tu'er to respond, the monk Zhengyan next to him had already snatched the words: "No 'Ru Xi', now Elder Tu is in good health, which is really gratifying!"

Tu Du narrowed his eyes and said, "Is the little monk here to make fun of me?"

Monk Zhengyan smiled, but with his poisonous snake appearance, his smile was absolutely not good-looking: "Why, Elder Tu's body is still like that? The Cliff City has more than 20,000 miles from Tianli Valley. The Yin God has been out of his body for too long, so it's a bit of an hindrance!"

This is not enough to care, it is clearly the most vicious curse.

Tu Du's personality is also extremely strange. He used to be petty with a **-year-old child. Now he is facing the Shanghai SARS, but his temper is very good: "Okay, very good."

The Yin God waved slightly in the void, and his expression was a little blurry, but his words were clear: "The little monk is very sensible, and he said hello to Master Yixin on my behalf. He is also a good method. I am very envious of having such a good disciple!"

The word "未" fell very seriously. Zheng Yan's face twitched for a few times and suddenly became silent. Minglan glanced at him as if he was unintentionally and stopped talking.

Seeing the ugly face of the monk Zhengyan, Tu Du laughed again, and the air driven by the Yin God fluctuated and made a sound, sharp and harsh. Then, he waved his sleeves seriously and "walked" between Minglan and Zhengyan in front. The moment he passed by, a hint of cold air passed through. Minglan smiled and didn't care. Zhengyan frowned and moved his eyebrows about a ruler to let the front.

It was not until this time that the disciples of Wanling Sect who were previously intimidated by Tu Du Wei woke up. The disciples nearby rushed forward and a leader saluted Minglan and the others without saying much. They ordered their companions to hug their heads and feet, protect Cheng Rong and Xiaojiu who were in a coma, summoned the blood eagle from heaven, placed the two of them, and hurriedly retreated, leaving in shame and in a hurry.

Opposite, Huang Tai's face had been very ugly since he saw Tu Du appear. When Tu Du approached, his fear spread out in a difficult situation. Behind him, the guards of the palace knelt down to salute, making him look like a wooden stake.

In the end, Tu Du didn't say anything, but just sneered twice and turned around. The guards all knew the old man's temper, so they hurriedly got up and followed him. Huang Tai also took steps, but his face was gray, staggered and cold, and there was no trace of blood.

When the two groups of people left, only Minglan was left nearby, Zheng Yan and his two followers, and the world was much empty.

At this time, Minglan suddenly spoke: "Little monk, what do you think?"

"Master Ming is also in the same tune as that old guy!"

Monk Zhengyan's face had improved a lot. He complained when he heard this, and then laughed: "Just just worried about being angry, what did Master Ming ask?"

Ming Lanheng glanced at him and had no choice but to say, "I'm asking you, what do you think about Elder Tu coming to Tianli Valley?"

Zhengyan's mouth was very smooth: "That old guy is very big, he is out of his body and wanders with his body, and his body is thousands of miles away. If he is injured, he doesn't even have a place to cultivate. He really thinks that Tian Rift Valley is a cliff city, and everyone wants to let him three points? Well, did Master Ming ask the little monk to say that?"

"It's an exception to someone like you in the water purification hall." Ming Lan smiled with eyebrows and eyes. Even if her youth is gone, she will have her own charm.

"I know what Master Ming means."

After all, Zheng Yan was an expert who changed his mind when he saw the wind and turned to the topic: "The old man was still very careful. The Yin God just exerted his power. Although it was cold, there was a yang harmony inside. This situation was not like a wandering thousands of miles. Either the old man had just lie and his body had been transported nearby, or the body had not arrived, but he was attached to something..."

"You said the Sun Soul Banner?" Minglan responded with a smile.

Zheng Yan praised: "Master Ming is very careful."

Minglan refused to say a word to the monk's flattery and said, "The Sun Soul Banner is his heart. Is it necessary to win this time?"

"Who knows?"

"Is that true?" Minglan regained her smile, "The legendary treasure of the earth immortal in the valley, the true form of immortal molt, is grasping his mind everywhere. If my life is about to end and my body is about to collapse, I am afraid that I can't help but have to take a try when I hear such a good thing, let alone Tu Du?"

Zheng Yan grinned and said, "Master Ming is in full bloom, so how can he need it..."

His voice suddenly broke, just because Minglan compared his hands to his lips. This action seemed to have magic power to prevent him from continuing to slide.

"We're not kidding!"

Even though he said so, Minglan was still smiling, smiling amiable, and Monk Zhengyan's smile was closed, changing to a solemn face. He was still a little uncertain, and his voice was lowered and he said in a deep voice: "Master Ming..."

Ming Lan waved her hand, and the servants next to her obediently retreated aside. Seeing her actions, Monk Zhengyan thought about it and signaled his disciples to retreat. The people retreated until they could never hear the words, and then turned their backs to the extreme, making caution.

In this atmosphere, Zhengyan seemed a little irritated. In the narrow and long eye sockets, light flashed, a layer of green air was emitted from the skin, and his breathing was much heavier. In contrast, Minglan was still smiling, but seemed to have suddenly lost the interest in speaking. Looking at Zhengyan, he didn't say a word.

Under her eyes, Zheng Yan's performance became more and more strange. He began to open his mouth and breathe heavily. A snake-like hissing sound came from his throat. However, the sound was almost silent before the outsiders heard it, and a circle of strange purple light lit up in his dim eyes.

Seeing all this, Minglan raised his eyes and asked with a smile: "Master Isin?"

Inexplicable words, Monk Zhengyan nodded. Because of the previous incident, a layer of thin sweat floated on his forehead. He did not wipe it at this time. He even put his hands together seriously and bowed to Minglan: "Please make it clear."

This move was also possible by the monks in the past, but they must have a bit of pretentiousness. But this time, he removed that temperament from his heart. Even though his appearance was gloomy and ugly, it could make people see his respect and solemnity.

Ming Lan sighed inexplicably, and her tone then turned low and serious: "The emperor has said something, so I will do more trouble!"

This had nothing to do with all the previous remarks, but the monk's body shook violently and responded without hesitation: "Abide by the law!"

When Minglan heard him say this, Duan Ning's face suddenly turned into a spring breeze, and she chuckled: "Has the meaning been transmitted?"

"Yes." The monk's attitude was still respectful.

Minglan couldn't help but smile when he saw him like this: "Why do you and I don't have the same unity? I am just conveying the best intentions. How can I, the master, deal with my own way?"

"Where, it should."

The monk smiled, but no matter what, it was gloomy and ugly: "The two religions are in the same spirit, and they believe in each other with great faith, and they do not distinguish between each other. What's more, Master Ming has a pious heart, and both religions admire him, which has nothing to do with generations."

After saying that, the monk bowed again: "Since the law is like this, I must follow it. There are so many things to do now, so take the lead!"

Minglan also gave a gift and said, "No gift!"

When she bowed slightly, Zheng Yan's long sigh came from her body.

Compared to before, Zheng Yan seemed weak, the monk on his body was half wet, and the purple light in his eyes disappeared. Moreover, the look he cast was different from before, and his casual attitude disappeared, but with a little fear and even resentment.

Of course, it is more of a fear.

Minglan sighed softly, and then, she made a very surprising move. She stretched out her hand and stroked Zhengyan's cheek. This move made the monk stunned, and even forgot to dodge. Minglan patted him twice like coaxing a child:

"Poor child."

After a sentence without any end, Minglan stopped talking to him, called his followers and turned around and left.

Is this considered humiliation?

Zheng Yan stood there for a while. Without his orders, the disciples with him could only stand on their backs, allowing the cold wind to blow strongly in winter. Apart from the whistling wind, there was no other sound in the world.

I don't know how much time has passed, and the sounds outside the wind will wake up. He closed his eyes and calmed the surging emotions that almost exploded with his chest. Then he turned around coldly. At this moment, someone shouted:

"Fellow fellow Taoists ahead!"

The Wanling Sect's garrison was filled with miserable clouds, which was different from the four managers of Wanling Sect. The Wanling Sect here was based on Cheng Rong and another one with the title of the elder as the auxiliary. However, although this elder, Yu Xuan, was also a god-savvy cultivation, was the least opinionated. Cheng Rong and Miss Sun were carried back in such a coma, and he immediately panicked and summoned the leader of the garrison to discuss, but he couldn't control the situation. A fierce quarrel broke out at the meeting.

Some people said they wanted to go out of the camp, some wanted to stay waiting for help, some said they wanted to send the injured away in advance, and some said that the injured on the road were even more unsafe. No one could convince anyone, but no one had to admit it. At this moment, the power of Tu Du Old Monster was like a mountain, pressing on their heads, forcing them to breathe.

In the midst of chaos, news suddenly came from outside that it was Mr. Zheng Yan, the chief disciple of the Water Purification Hall, came to visit the wounded. The nest of people looked at each other in an instant. Before they could understand what was going on, the real good news came:

Cheng Rong woke up.

Elder Yu Xuan sighed and stroked his gray hair, feeling that he had become ten years older in just half an hour.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Cheng Rongqiang stood up and received the guests on the sickbed. As soon as he saw the one who had been evil spirits, his eyes widened because of his divine spirit and his eyes were so tired that he had been sleepy:

"Mr. Yu!"

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