150 Kunlun School

"Boom!"

The dazzling lightning made the dark black forest pale. Seeing that all the wolf demons who besieged them were split into scorched ash, Yao Ling finally understood that the cinnabar forbidden spell had expired. She and Fengchuan nod to each other and quickly rushed to the next trial road.

"Lost?"

After walking for about half an hour, the surrounding scenery remains unchanged, and the distant Lingfengchuan still stays in the "san yu xia" area. If you go around like this, I don't know when I will arrive at the mountain gate...

The two of them collided like flies in the woods, and the heart of Yuanling, who wanted to rush into the Kunlun faction to find Wumei, gradually slowed down. She stepped on the thick soft fallen leaves with a deep and shallow foot, and her swords were also put back in the sheath, holding her body with both hands. It's a little cold. This cold and wet feeling is like an autumn rain just now, clear and cold to the bone.

Fengchuan quickly noticed the feeling of Yao Ling and took off his robe and put it on her. The remote spirit did not hide.

"Yao Ling, the more you go up the mountain, the colder it gets. Why don't we find a place to drink and warm up?" Fengchuan said, raised the fire in his hand, and really looked for it in the dark forest.

Yao Ling was just a little moved... Did he think this was on Lianhua Street in Yangzhou? Where is the pub on the mountainside of Kunlun Mountain? What's in Xiao Fengchuan's mind?

Fengchuan's footsteps suddenly stopped. He stretched out an arm and blocked the distant spirit behind him. What's the matter?

The taste of wine. Fengchuan sucked his nose. As soon as he talked about the pub, the October white fragrance found his nose and got in. It's not an illusion. Fengchuan sighed. There was a sword behind the tree not far away, and the words "He Xichao" were written on the sword.

He Xichao? Isn't it the strange old man I met in Sifandongtian who likes to hit young people's buttocks with an epee...

"Hey, old man, are you drinking over there?"

Fengchuan said hello, but he didn't hear any reaction. He asked Yao Ling to stay where he was and wait, and he walked around to the tree. Oh, it was really He Xichao. He hung himself on the sword as usual, holding the wine gourd in his hands, and his nostrils bubbled and slept soundly.

"Wake up, old man." Feng Chuan raised his foot and hooked it and threw He Xichao to the ground with his sword.

"Ouch, ouch..." He Xichao covered the lid of the wine gourd, moaned and sat up cross-legged. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at Xiao Fengchuan with his mouth, "Nowadays, young people are really not polite at all. Since you know who I am, you should always call yourself an 'senior'..."

He Xichao said, feeling sad and touching the wine gourd in his arms. Yao Ling quickly ran over and recognized that it was really He Xichao, and he looked more and more embarrassed. He Xichao was the eldest disciple of the head of Kunlun. This time, he wanted to pretend to be a tester and sneak into the Kunlun School, but he hit him. It seems that things are going to be difficult.

"Don't talk nonsense, old man. Why are you here? Have you recovered from being beaten by the stinky woman on Qixi Festival?"

Xiao Fengchuan's words are obviously about caring about others, but it sounds like he wants to slap him to death. Yao Ling hurriedly smiled and squatted down - I haven't seen you for a long time. It seems that He Xichao is shorter and is about to catch up with Grandpa: "Well, senior, don't pay attention to him. Sifan Dongtian, how are you doing recently?"

"Ha ha - the little girl can still talk." He Xichao smiled and unscrewed the lid of the wine gourd, poured two mouthfuls of wine, looked up to the sky and sprayed the wine, "I haven't seen you for a few days, you still have to be energetic, hehe--"

"Dead old man, you haven't answered my question yet! Why are you here? Isn't it specially waiting for the two of us here?"

Fengchuan grabbed the wine gourd. Despite the prevention of Yao Ling, he slowly tilted the wine gourd, and a drop of shiny wine beads hung on the mouth of the gourd: "If you continue to pretend to be confused and waste our two hours, you will bear the consequences."

"Xiao Fengchuan, you are such a bully to the old man!"

Yao Ling is a little out of sight. It's too much for a seven-foot man to threaten a half-in-earth old man. Fengchuan didn't think so. Seeing that Mr. He didn't respond at all, he tilted the wine gourd a little more: "If you don't say anything, I will--"

"Wang--"

It was the wind just now, and the autumn wind swept over my face. Yao Ling scratched her face. She saw that Fengchuan's hand was still raised in the air, maintaining the gesture of holding the wine gourd, but the wine gourd had returned safely to He Xichao's hand. Looking at his calm expression, it was as if nothing had happened.

"Ha ha ha - since the two children are going to Kunlun School, let me lead the way." He Xichao hung the wine pot on his body and stood up with his sword. "You follow me obediently and pretend to be my new disciple."

Fengchuan frowned. The old man looked confused, but in fact he seemed to know everything. But why did he help them?

Although old man He is strange, he doesn't look like a villain after all. If you can really follow him, it will save the trouble of fighting monsters.

"Oh~~ Then listen to you, old man."

After walking for a short time, the three walked up the solemn and neat stone steps and saw the gate of the green and jade Kunlun School. Old man He seemed to use their imperceptible method of shrinking the ground, otherwise it would never be possible to finish the last five sections of the Jiuqu Fairy Path so quickly.

"Is this the Kunlun School..."

Looking into the distance, the pale pink glow and purple-gray clouds shrouded the gate controlled by the floating bead mechanism. The ice-blue array tractions the floating island suspended in the air, casting a clear and elegant luster in the surrounding clouds. The pines and cypresses, the spiritual spring and jade are indeed the style of the immortal cultivation school.

Seeing this, Yao Ling seems to have some doubts about his adherence to the concept. In Shimen Yuxiang, one is that there are no six sects that are close to the spiritual veins. Second, there are no six sects that isolate the world but miscellaneous thoughts. Third, there is no six sects a bitter and simple living environment, and it is even worse to hone their will. The ancestor Huanxu Fairy came out of the Yuxu Palace and founded a sect in the market... How much courage does it take?

What's more, the name of Rain Lane is a sect, which is only at the same level as the Jianghu gang in the eyes of the world. Disciples walk in the world a lot, and the chivalrous and righteous actually need a cashier, which makes the right people unable to understand and even sneer at them.

Yao Ling has been in Yuxiang for more than ten years. I have always felt that the cultivation of immortals in the market can not only learn kung fu, but also enjoy the joy of the world. It is a good thing to have both fish and bear paws. Now it seems that the ultimate purpose of the so-called cultivation of immortals is to find the road; how can we get eternal life if we are addicted to the illusory happiness of ordinary people?

Yao Lingdong thought about it, and his faith, which had been sticking to for 17 years, was almost knocked down by a gate of the Kunlun faction. As soon as they reached the door, two gatekeepers in white and blue shirts arched their hands to He Xichao and said, "Is Uncle Xichao back? Didn't you say you wanted to go down the mountain to accept apprentices? Why did you so quickly..." The two gatekeeper disciples looked over He Xichao and looked at Fengchuan and Yaoling:

Are these two? This man and a woman, the man's madness and bones are beautiful, and the woman's fairy beauty is as clear as jade, and she is not a mortal at a glance. What is more dazzling is the sword they wear around their waists. At the beginning of the practice, there were divine soldiers to help him, and the origin of these two people must not be simple.

"Ha ha ha - I just picked up two from the Jiuqu Fairy Path, which are quite obvious. I'm also very old. I can't walk all over the mountains like you and Uncle Yang just to find a good apprentice..."

He Xichao said, shaking his head with his hands behind his back and walked in. Fengchuan naturally followed. After crossing the mountain gate, the thousand steps in front of you lead to the hanging palace of the master palace, and the hanging steps on the left and right sides lead to the Fengcheng platform of the disciple's place. He Xichao said, "Ah - it suddenly occurred to me that I have something to find the master. You two can go to the disciple's room by yourself. Everything is according to your brother Chen Xie's arrangement. Don't come to me if there is nothing important, hehe--"

After he finished speaking, as soon as his left foot stepped on the steps, the figure disappeared as if it were blown away by the wind in the mountain. At least it's a thousand steps. The old man's body is too fast!

However, when he sneaks in smoothly, he can deceive people everywhere under the banner of Mr. He. His utilization value is over for the time being, and now it is convenient for them to continue to act. Fengchuan smiled. It's also good to take this opportunity to come to Kunlun School.

"Wait for me." Unconsciously, Yao Ling actually accelerated his pace and left Fengchuan behind. The suspended steps are very narrow. Occasionally, there are disciples with long swords on their backs, wearing Taoist crowns, and high-grade Taoist uniforms passing by. Fengchuan Yaoling also has to retreat to the side and stand with his head to make way. After walking for a long time, I still can't see the floating island where Fengchengtai is located. The Kunlun faction is so big that if the two of them report to Brother Chen Xie, they are afraid that they can't act casually next, and they don't know when they will find Wumei.

"Fengchuan." Yao Ling suddenly turned around and said to Fengchuan, "Why don't we go to Fengchengtai? Let's go straight to Sister Wumei!"

"Don't panic, Yaoling." Fengchuan comforted, "We have finally arrived at the Kunlun School now, but we still don't know where Sister Wumei is. I can understand your mood. But think about it, if we don't report to the disciple's room, wouldn't it be suspicious for two outsiders in casual clothes to walk around in the Kunlun School? If it is suspicious, won't it be more difficult to act?

Yao Ling sighed, and it didn't work if he was too anxious. Although I don't know what's going on, I can feel that dangerous atmosphere... This danger is not that of Wumei alone, and it is even related to all of them.

I hope all this is just what she thinks.

Unlike the distant spirit, Fengchuan is thinking about the whereof of the flowers at this moment. She should have joined the Kunlun School a long time ago, but she doesn't know where the people are. I don't know if she will provide useful information to Fengchuan and Yaoling next, or will she continue to pester and torture both of them... Or, both?

The sun has risen so high that the two finally boarded the Fengcheng platform. The disciples are one after another, with different specifications, but in front of the door are all suspended stone swords with spiritual power, and the level of the disciple is engraved on the sword. Yao Ling's eyes quickly swept to the lowest row of rooms, which should be the junior disciple's room.

**Concubine • Name Change Notice***

In order to facilitate the next plot, the Kunlun master recording real person I mentioned before officially changed its name to Yuyang real person... In fact, everyone must not remember his name ⊙_⊙b It doesn't matter. The previous manuscript is uniformly changed [Glasses]