After returning to the world from the Loulan Ghost Town in the Western Regions, Li Mubai made a fuss with the old Taoist priest at Taiyi Peak, and then came to the Chongyang Palace.

Li Mubai handed Wen Zhengming's talisman to Quanzhen's master Nan Daocheng, and also told the master about the trial idea that Wen Zhengming said.

Even if the Lord of Loulan in the ghost city suffered severe damage, the ghost city, as a foreign land left by immortals, was in great danger.

For many disciples, there are still great dangers.

Even if the five Taoist sects have their own foundation and can suppress the lord of the ghost town among them, this should be something that needs to be thought about carefully.

But compared to Li Mubai's hesitation, Quanzhen's leader Nan Daocheng directly decided on this matter.

He invited the five Taoist sects to transform the ghost city into their place of trial.

The negotiations took place in the Chongyang Palace for three days, and Li Mubai didn't know what they had in the end, but he knew the final result that the five Taoist sects agreed to the proposal.

"Are they too anxious?"

Li Mubai sat on Taiyi Mountain and told the old Taoist priest like this.

"The senior brother in charge has his own decision, and this is not what the old Taoist priest should discuss."

The old Taoist priest drank the tea made by Qiao Yuanshan and said leisurely.

Li Mubai actually envies the old Taoist priest. He lives like a god on this Taiyi Mountain. When he is thirsty, he has an apprentice to make tea, and when he is tired, he has an apprentice to beat his back. He is so carefree.

"The old Taoist priest can only say that this era is different. The era we were born in was full of war. The sects between heaven and earth are wars, countries are wars, and people are wars. All wars are just for the sake of our own survival, but now it is different."

The old Taoist priest sat on the stone chair, enjoying Qiao Yuanshan's back massage, and said, "But although they have no war now, they already have the feeling that the war has begun. They will fight for themselves, for the transcendent eternal freedom, and for immortality."

"For them, fighting may not be a bad thing, or even a good thing."

The old Taoist priest said that he would smash the mouth and said to Qiao Yuanshan: "Yuanshan, why are his hands and feet so weak? "

Standing behind the old Taoist priest, Qiao Yuanshan, who was standing behind the old Taoist priest, was actually listening to the conversation between the old Taoist priest and Li Mubai, seemed to suddenly come to his senses when he heard this.

"Oh oh oh... OK!"

The old Taoist priest looked at him and said, "At a young age, absent-minded, just say anything you have."

From Qiao Yuanshan to Taiyi Mountain, the old Taoist priest knew that he had something to say, but he just didn't ask and enjoyed the back massage with peace of mind.

Now that I have enjoyed it, it’s time to ask.

As an apprentice, isn’t it just to make the master feel more comfortable?

Qiao Yuanshan scratched his head and smiled silly, "When can we start learning to control the sword?"

After returning from the ghost town, there was no disciple who didn't want to learn swords.

The new master's uncle led them to cut down a street in the ghost city with one sword, and another severely damaged the lord of the ghost city. The power deeply shocked everyone.

The old Taoist priest teased and said, "Yu Jian? Just your qi will fall if it flies up."

"If you don't have the cultivation level of refining essence and turning qi, you still want to control your sword? You have to eat rice one by one, how can you eat a big fat man in one bite?"

The old Taoist priest beat Qiao Yuanshan a few words, and then looked at the disciple's head lowering, and immediately became soft-hearted.

"If you really want to learn it, let your senior brother Luo Tianyun teach you the Pure Yang Sword Technique first."

Li Mubai blinked his eyes. This old Taoist priest was really soft!

"Great!" Qiao Yuanshan bowed after hearing this, "Thank you, Master!"

The old Taoist Long Xuzi shook his head, turned to look at Li Mubai and said, "Since these guys came back from the ghost creature, they all have targeted you Chunyang Sword Technique."

Li Mubai looked at the conversation between the master and the apprentice and smiled and said, "I am a group of people."

The old Taoist priest sighed a little, "Yes! Baiyun, Chunyang, Quanzhen are all the same school."

On the second day, Qiao Yuanshan and others began to learn the Pure Yang Sword Technique.

Since that day, the new disciples of Quanzhen Sect have suddenly become enlightened and all have the idea of ​​Pure Yang Sword Technique.

It was really the sword in the ghost town that day that amazed these disciples.

And now everyone finally got what they wanted.

Everything seems to be moving in an orderly manner in a good direction.

It was not until October 27 that it suddenly fell heavily in Zhongnan Mountain, which covered Zhongnan Mountain with a layer of silver.

At night, all the mountain in Zhongnan came out to enjoy the snow.

Taiyi Peak, Zhou Nanfeng, etc., the entire Quanzhen Sect is in the same place.

It is said that this is also the rule of the Quanzhen School. After the first snowfall, you must go up the mountain to enjoy the snow.

A group of Taoist priests stood on the hill.

Under the night sky, there is a vast white area.

The snow over there has been swallowed up by the darkness.

This is a cold night view, as if you can hear the sound of ice cracks in the depths of the frozen crust.

There is no moon.

Looking up, the sky was filled with stars, incredibly numerous.

The stars shine, as if they slowly fall down at an illusory speed.

The stars moved closer to the eyes, pushing the night sky further and further away, and the night became deeper and deeper.

The mountains are already unclear, appearing darker and hanging heavily on the edge of the starry sky.

This is a quiet and harmonious atmosphere.

Everyone was drinking hot tea leisurely, and the three of them were playing chess, swords and martial arts on the snow, and they were having fun.

The leader of Quanzhen, Nan Daocheng, narrowed his eyes, put away his majesty, and looked happy.

But in this quiet atmosphere, a faint blue light shot from afar onto Mount Zhongnan, like a meteor flashing by.

"boom!"

An ice flower exploded from the icicles on the top of the mountain instantly.

An arrow penetrated straight into the icicle.

Qiao Yuanshan and others looked at it and saw a letter that seemed to be above the arrow.

Nan Daocheng, the leader of Quanzhen on the top of Zhongnan Mountain, frowned and grabbed it with his big hand.

The command arrow shot out from the icicle and landed in Nan Daocheng's hands.

The arrows are printed with strange patterns, ancient and mysterious.

After Nan Daocheng took a look at the command arrow, he took down the letter on the command arrow, opened the letter and read the content, his expression changed drastically in an instant.

"What's wrong? Senior brother of the sect?" asked the old Taoist Long Xuzi.

The head teacher’s senior brother has always been happy and angry. What exactly makes the head master so lose his composure?

"You guys can see it for yourself!"

Nan Daocheng handed the letter in his hand to Long Xuzi.

After reading the letter, Long Xuzi's expression also became silent.

On the top of the peak made of ice and snow, the old Taoist priest raised his head and said:

"The Fengtian lineage is born."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the peak masters became cold.

The Fengtian lineage seemed to have evoked bad memories for everyone.
Chapter completed!