Saving The Black Immortal Venerable

Nangong Xuan stared down motionlessly. The people on Linlu didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching her behind the bushes. She didn't know what to do at Chixiao Peak. She walked through the mountain road impatiently with her face.

Nangongxuan's pupils were slightly enlarged. That's right, he can see clearly, this is his gentle and virtuous old wife, Osmanthus, who stabbed him at the last moment.

Nangongxuan felt dizzy and had to hold the stone behind to barely stand firm. He thought he was going smoothly in his previous life, the son of choice, but in the end he learned that everything he had was borrowed from Jiang Ziyu; he thought he had both fame and fortune, sitting on beauties, and finally all the harems left him. Everyone is chasing profit, they come because of his power, and finally leave because of his loss, he can understand. But Nangongxuan thought that he at least had true love.

But in front of him all this brightly told him, no. He didn't understand anything in his previous life.

Mushi has been with him for the longest time. When he just got the Lingxu Sword Art and was still a nameless boy, she came to him and helped him and supported him regardless of return. If Mu Yungui is the light of the sky that pierced the dark clouds when he was young and humble, Osmanthus is the charcoal fire for him to explore alone before dawn.

Because of this friendship, he still remembered the osmanthus even though Nangong Xuan was developed later. No matter how many new beauties he has acquired, no matter which favorite concubine has recently emerged, he has never shaken the position of the osmanthus in the main room. He once thought that Osmanthus would never betray him, but when he was defeated, Osmanthus hurt him the most.

He never knew that the osmanthus, who seemed to be always virtuous and generous, had such a high level of cultivation. She knocked him down with a palm, and then sucked all his skills. Fortunately, Nangong Xuan kept a hand, taking advantage of her unpreparedness to activate the Time Backward Secret Art, which saved her life.

Nangongxuan had hesitated before, if he saw Osmanthus in this life, he would kill it directly with a sword, or to find out if she had any difficulties. Nangongxuan couldn't make up his mind, but unexpectedly, reality directly helped him make the decision.

Osmanthus is fake, first encounter is fake, even "gentle and virtuous" is fake. She was able to enter and exit freely in the land of the head of the Promise Sect and the elders early in the morning, and her character was not compatible with gentleness and virtuousness.

Nangongxuan's eyes turned black, and the whole world turned around. He hung his head, paralyzed on the stone for a while, and finally laughed lowly, the more he laughed, the more crazy he got.

It turned out that he was the biggest joke. In vain, he thought he had changed his fate against the sky and walked to the top of the world with a piece of waste. In fact, he has been manipulated by those people.

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On the second day of Yunshui Pavilion's teaching, another protagonist, Nangongxuan, who was so angry as a beauty, did not reappear, and the **** drama that the onlookers were looking forward to came to an abrupt end. The subsequent courses were unremarkable, and Jiang Shaoci was like a okay person. If he could be lazy, he would be lazy, and if he could skip class, he would skip class. Soon, the storm of that day was forgotten by everyone, and the name "Jiang Shaoci" was also drowned in endless new news.

As for the elders of Chixiao Peak and Tai'a Peak... the elders have a lot of opportunities, so how can they pay attention to the disciples at the bottom. The Promise faction has its disciples fighting every day, and Jiang Shaoci is forced to retreat from Nangong Xuan in two or three moves. In the eyes of these big men, it is just one of the insignificant small splashes.

The Three Thousand Years Ceremony is getting closer and closer. Huan Zhiyuan not only has to prepare for the celebration, but also has to discuss major issues with Hongqiao and Zhan Qianxi, and take the time to check his own staff. He was bombarded with all kinds of news every day, and he was so busy. Today, the disciple brought a list and handed it to Huan Zhiyuan respectfully: "Master, this is the list of disciples going to Yincheng."

The outside of the list is framed with light-colored patterns, which are both elegant and simple. Huan Zhiyuan only flipped a glance, put it in the thick pile of documents at hand, and said, "I know. How is the investigation of the Heart Demon Oath?"

The disciple shook his head, Huan Zhi foresight, his face became heavier.

Those who can be sent to Tianjue Island by Huan Zhiyuan are all his cronies. He is afraid of accidents, so he made a special trip to add the insurance of the Heart Demon Oath. As a result, the news was still leaked, and the seal disappeared, and it was bound to be inseparable from those who had been in contact with Tianjue Island. Today, Huan Zhiyuan’s biggest concern is to find a traitor. If he doesn’t pull out this inner actor, he will have trouble sleeping and eating.

But the other party hid it so deeply, and after checking it back and forth several times, there was no clue. Huan Zhiyuan felt that the situation was getting more serious. All his thoughts were on the rape. How could he have the energy to pay attention to the task list.

He has too many things to worry about, and the list of disciples outside the sect, how worthy of wasting the time of the head. Huan Zhiyuan sighed wearily, and raised his hand to signal the disciple to retreat. The disciple saluted, and just halfway through, he was stopped by Huan Zhiyuan.

Huan Zhiyuan sat behind the high desk, his eyes were blocked by the shadows, and he looked a little gloomy and cold. Huan Zhiyuan spoke, implying that: "After the celebration is over, let the outer disciples set off immediately without delay. Also, be optimistic about the team on the road and don't let unidentified people come in."

The disciple was slightly surprised, and left on the second day of the celebration, so in a hurry? Yincheng is now a dead city, and there will be no other living people on the road except for Beasts. Who is the head afraid to get in?

The disciple didn't know why, so he should bow after bowing. After the disciple exited, Huan Zhiyuan stood up from behind the table and paced slowly to the window.

The space on Tai'a Peak is limited, and even the head of the palace is repaired unevenly and narrowly looped. Huan Zhiyuan stood in front of the window and looked up. The wind rolled the clouds and surging quickly, occasionally revealing the gorgeous vegetation below.

Huan Zhiyuan looked at the vast and long clouds, slightly distracted. Qingyun Peak is always filled with clouds and mist. The man practicing sword in the clouds, once and Qingyun Peak and the sea of ​​clouds are called Kunlun's two wonders.

pity.

Huan Zhiyuan sighed and looked up at the sky. It's a pity that he is now a useless person. Even if he didn't die by chance, he might be hiding in an invisible corner, staring coldly at the outside world like a snake, looking for opportunities to sneak attacks at any time. However, this time, Huan Zhiyuan will not let him get what he wants.

He has been thinking about it for too long. Everyone is a monk, so why is he being favored by God alone?

There was a traitor among Huan Zhiyuan's cronies, Huan Zhiyuan was not worried about choosing someone from the inner gate, and simply let the people from the outer gate go to Yincheng to retrieve the Nirvana Sword Bone and Lingxu Sword Art. The outer disciple has no background and strength, and it is not a pity to die, just to perform this mission.

Huan Zhiyuan wanted to take a look. Without the sword bone, he couldn't hold the sword, so how could he get the splash.

In Huan Zhiyuan's imagination, Jiang Ziyu is now either half-dead or weak, but he will always hide carefully in the dark and live on hatred. He had never thought that Jiang Ziyu would directly enter the Promise Sect, standing upright at the celebration ceremony, facing him far away from the crowd and the performance.

On the day of the celebration, ritual music was played in the sky above the Promise School since Shenshi. At the end of the unity period, the elders and distinguished guests successively appeared on the stage. The stands are distributed in a ring around an open space. The position in the middle is the most noble, and the position is lower as it goes to the two sides. The head is on the high platform in the center, and there are Yunshui Pavilion, Guiyuanzong, and Beijing in sequence on the left and right. Further out are the main peaks of the Wuji Sect, and the inner disciples sit in the stands with their masters. At the other end of the open space is the square, there is no seat at all, it is the position of many outer disciples.

The outer door is first-come, first-served, and it depends on where you can occupy it. So someone went to grab a seat in the square at dawn, and when the application was made, the celebration square was already crowded.

Mu Yungui and Jiang Shao resigned late. When they arrived, the front was already crowded with people. They could only stand on the outermost layer and watch the performance across the crowd. Mu Yungui looked at the crowd surging ahead, and sighed sincerely, "Many people."

Jiang Shaocai raised his eyes and looked straight at the high platform covered by the curtain. After a long time, he replied, "Yes."

Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaoci stepped on the dots. After standing still, they didn't wait long. The time came, and the celebration ceremony began on time. At the beginning of the ceremony, there was a beautiful sword formation performance. The winner of the elite competition led many disciples to soar in the open space, changing various complex sword formations. Afterwards, there were sword gas performances, two-person battle performances, group battle performances, etc., Mu Yungui lost interest after watching it for a while.

Too fake, more than fancy, not enough sturdiness, just a rehearsal of the moves. There is a two-person battle on the stage. This performance was originally from Nangong Xuan, but I don't know why he pushed it, and finally changed to another person.

Mu Yungui looked at the bright and beautiful sword light ahead, and asked, "Is the sect celebrations like this? The book calls the Kunlun Sect Wannian Festival 10,000 years ago as unprecedented, and the gathering of heroes, is it also beautified? ?"

"No." Jiang Shaocai immediately denied, "The Wuji faction was a fake fight, but that time it was a real fight. To put it bluntly, the Wuji faction can't make a move. If there are enough elite disciples in the martial art, there is no need to rehearse, just play casually. ."

The celebration should be held in front of everyone. If the disciples on the field are not strong enough, if an accident happens, the Promise faction will be ashamed. Under various considerations, the elders of the Promise faction still chose to be stable.

It may be very lively for outsiders, but Mu Yungui feels hypocritical no matter how he looks at it. In particular, she was used to seeing Jiang Shaoci's ambassador, and watching these so-called exhibition matches, she was neither powerful nor aesthetic, and Mu Yungui really couldn't see how good it was.

Someone squeezed from behind, and Mu Yun returned to his position and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow. I haven't packed my luggage yet, I want to go back."

Jiang Shaocai just waited for these words: "It's time to leave long ago. Changfu is better than them, let's go."

Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaoci came in low-key, and then left quietly. The people around were busy watching the performance, and no one paid attention to them. Zhan Qianxi sat on the high platform and watched the two disciples interact with each other below. The memory and reality gradually overlapped, and she couldn't tell what the eve of the night was.

Last time, it was also such a highly anticipated celebration, and the person from the north was sitting next to her. It’s just that the number and scale of the Kunlun Zong Wannian Festival far exceeds that of the Wuji faction. There are tens of thousands of families who come to observe the ceremony. The ring is widened into three floors with a space formation around the ring. They are still densely packed, and there is no space at all. space.

It was an unprecedented event. Everyone in this room is a person with a name and a surname, and each of them has a way of becoming famous when we talk about it. But as soon as that boy came on the field, the huge field was instantly quiet.

Whether they knew him or didn't know him, those who walked around in the world or those who retreat and cultivated, the moment they saw him, they instantly understood his identity. The movable type signboard of Kunlun School, Jiang Ziyu, a young wizard that no one knows about.

When everyone saw Jiang Ziyu, they realized that he was so young and so beautiful. There are more young talents in the world of cultivating immortals, as long as they get three stars before the age of sixty, they are considered young and promising. Only Jiang Ziyu was a real boy.

It was Mu Jing, the young master of the Mu's family in the north. That person in the north is a well-known beauty per capita, and so is Mu Jing, slender and white, cold and delicate.

The two of them are not the masters of down-to-earth, and they just do it directly without going through the process. Jiang Ziyu drew his sword and swept across, and the sword energy instantly smashed the Kunlun jade bricks on the arena, and even the surrounding space formation was impacted. The audience exclaimed, and all the guests looked at each other, only then did they know what a reputation is worthless.

Mu's family is born with dexterity, and Mu Jing is a master of masters, stepping on snowflakes, fallen leaves, and even dust sweeping up by Jiang Ziyu can fly. I have to say that this game is very beautiful, with strength and beauty, skills and violence. Both Jiang Ziyu and Mu Jing have shown amazing strength.

Zhan Qianxi sat in the stands with the family, and the teachers and sisters behind him kept screaming. Jiang Ziyu and Mu Jing both look good, and their movements have different aesthetic feelings, and they don't know which one to look at. Zhan Qianxi sat amidst the noise and envy, and for the first time so intuitively realized that she would never reach the realm of Jiang Ziyu in her life.

It's really sad. She tried her best, but couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes. My father exhausted his mind and got engaged to Jiang Ziyu, but what's the use? She will live in the shadow of Jiang Ziyu all her life, and that person doesn't even look at her.

He would rather wipe the sword than talk to her. Since she was born, her talents, looks, and family background are all bad. Everyone regards her as a goddess. Only in Jiang Ziyu's place, she has suffered all the negligence.

Suddenly a fireworks exploded around, Zhan Qianxi returned to his senses and realized that it was not the Kunlun Sect in front of him, nor was Jiang Ziyu on the stage. She was in Shaohua Mountain and participated in the three thousand years celebration of Huanzhiyuan School.

Zhan Qianxi felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart, unknowingly, ten thousand years have passed since those youthful years. She sighed leisurely, her beautiful eyes swept across the crowd with a little sadness, and suddenly there was a flower in front of her. At that moment, she thought she had seen Jiang Ziyu's back.

Zhan Qianxi sat upright in an instant, and concentrated on looking at the position just now. However, there were crowds of people there, and there were fanatical strange faces everywhere, and there was no Jiang Ziyu.

Seeing that her expression was wrong, the big disciple hurriedly asked: "Pavilion Master, what's the matter with you?"

Zhan Qianxi shook her head, wondering whether she was lucky or sad.

It turned out to be just her illusion.

The grand celebration lasted until late at night, after which the disciples gathered and had fun in the square, and it didn't stop one after another until dawn. It is rare for the Promise faction to have a leisurely life. Even if the disciples have a whole night, they can make up for their sleep when they come back the next day, but the outer door is not as lucky as the top 100.

The sky was faint, the belly of the fish had just turned white in the east, and there were still disciples in the direction of the celebration venue. They were partying all night, and many of them were drunk and lying stumblingly on the ground. The direction of the school is also quiet. Most people fall asleep soon, when they sleep the deepest.

The Yunzhou performing the task has stopped outside the mountain gate. The seniors were fully armed, and surrounded the Yunzhou with a calm face, standing ten paces apart, and there were patrol troops not far away. Two senior swordsmen stood in front of the passage and checked the identities of the disciples who boarded the ship one by one.

The autumn morning was quite chilly, and Mu Yungui swept around and whispered: "The investigation is very strict. This is the Promise faction, and it is impossible for Warcraft to break here. What are they guarding against?"

Jiang Shaocai chuckled lightly and shook his head without saying a word. Of course they are not defending against Warcraft, but people. Once the Yunzhou starts, most of it will not stop on the road. If you want to get into the Yunzhou, you can only take advantage of it before taking off and after landing.

But Yincheng was underwater, and Yunzhou sank directly into the ocean by then, and couldn't get close at all, so taking off was the only chance. Huan Zhiyuan was afraid that Jiang Shaoci would lie in ambush in the flying boat. However, Jiang Shaocai didn't need to wrong himself like that.

Jiang Shaoci stopped before checking his disciples and took out his identity token. The disciple holding the sword glanced at it and confirmed that the token was genuine, so he let Jiang Shaoshi pass.

Holding the identity token, Jiang Shaocai swaggered into the cabin, where there were many people, it was very arrogant. Soon everyone had boarded the boat, and the senior asked the disciples to stay in their rooms. They took the magical instruments and thoroughly checked the inside and outside of Yunzhou again, and finally relieved.

Except for the 102 disciples and the leader of the team, there were no other people on the Yunzhou. The utility room, warehouse, and kitchen were all checked, and there was no place to hide people. The disciples on duty got off the ship, and after a while, the cloud boat started, and the sleeping Wuji faction was far away. The cloud boat cut through the dawn and rushed to the boundless east.

Mu Yungui had been sitting in his room during the entire process of Yunzhou's ascent, unable to leave a step. It was not until the cloud boats had been flying high and the surrounding clouds had stabilized that they were allowed to move freely in the cockpit.

Mu Yungui took out the space pendant, took a book and looked through it. The monks live in no fixed place and are accustomed to carrying their entire wealth with them. Mu Yun returned to the Wuji School and had no luggage, only a lot of books and notes. Anyway, she has space on her body and it is not troublesome to carry things, so she organizes all the books into the space, and finally packs Changfu, and sets off for Yincheng together.

The days on the road were boring and boring. Until now, most of the disciples on Yunzhou didn't know where they were going. They only thought that they would go to some place to expel the Warcraft as usual, so the Yunzhou was very happy, and everyone was still joking happily, waiting casually for landing.

Slowly, the cloud boat left the land, and a bottomless blue appeared under the clouds. However, Yunzhou had not stopped the trend, and still flew eastward with all his strength.

The disciples finally felt something was wrong. They gathered around the window, pointing to the sea below and whispering: "It's already flying far, right? Where are we going?"

"Aren't you going to catch a monster? Why did you get to the sea?"

There were constant discussions in the cabin. Seeing that Yincheng was coming soon, the team leader cleared his throat without worrying about them leaking the news, and said: "You have performed well in the Outer Sect Competition and have superior abilities. The leader is very satisfied after seeing it. An important task for you."

When the disciples heard this, they instantly became excited and asked, "What task?"

The leader pointed to the sea ahead and said: "Go to Yincheng and look for the lost treasure of the town."

"Yincheng?" The disciples looked at each other when they heard it. A disciple plucked up the courage and asked loudly, "Didn't Yin City sink?"

"Yes." The leader didn't hide it, nodded and admitted, "Six thousand years ago, natural disasters fell from the sky, and Yin City was unprepared and was flooded by thousands of hectares of sea water. The Huan family, the head of the family, was also in it. The Huan family was inherited for ten generations. The ancient family has a clear and noble style and profound background. The children of the clan are immortal cultivators. When the catastrophe came, the head was far away. When the head received the news, the ancestral house of the Huan family had sunk. The head has always wanted it for these years. Going back to the ancestral land and rescuing the parents and relatives, it is a pity that the sect is entangled and it is still impossible."

Everyone was silent when they heard this. The monk was talking about fighting for his fate with the sky, but in front of the power of nature, they were nothing but ants. When the day was awakened for eight thousand years, there was a severe earthquake in the Far East, and when the people on the mainland recovered, the entire continent of the Far East disappeared.

Qianjun Haihai photographed it from the top of his head, and no monk can survive from it. What's more, there are all kinds of beasts and magic plants in the sea water, and they are lucky to survive when the sea water flows back. It will not be long before the wheels of the beasts will be enough to kill any high-level monks.

The so-called rescue of the parents and relatives by the head is actually just collecting the dead bodies for the relatives.

Seeing that they understood, the team leader continued: "In addition to the Huan family’s ancestors, there are two heirlooms in the ancestral home, which were lost in the sea. One of them is a magic weapon and the same is a swordsmanship. If you can help the Huan family members, Each person will be rewarded with 5,000 points. If they can find magic weapons and swordsmanship, they will each reward 10,000 points, and they will be promoted as inner disciples. After returning to the school, the head will have other rewards."

The team leader first moved out of the martial arts sense of belonging, and now used rewards to stimulate, and sure enough, these young disciples were mobilized and geared up one by one, completely forgetting the rejection just now. However, some people were sober-minded, and instead of being dazzled by the high rewards, they asked, "However, even the six-star monks in the head cannot enter Yin City. We only have one star. How can we get back the heirloom?"

When the earthquake first occurred, Huan Zhiyuan had not yet risen to six stars. He was stuck at the five-star bottleneck, his whereabouts became a mystery, and he was depressed. Later, when the news of the great changes in the family came, Huan Zhiyuan was embarrassed and immediately rushed to the extreme east. However, there was already a vast ocean there, and it was impossible to dive into the ocean floor with Huanzhiyuan's five-star cultivation base.

He tried for many years, tried and failed, and tried again and again without success. After so long delay, no one could be alive under the bottom of the sea. Huan Zhiyuan was discouraged, and wandering souls generally left the East China Sea. During his tour of Shaohua Mountain, he finally broke his mind and broke through the six stars.

Later, Huan Zhiyuan sent people to the East China Sea to try, and gradually discovered that the higher the cultivation level, the better. The team leader explained: "The headmaster has no intention of discovering that the monsters in the sea around Yincheng feed on spiritual energy. The higher the cultivation level of the monks who enter the water, the easier it is to be discovered by them. Therefore, the headmaster and many elders cannot enter Yincheng and retrieve the town. The treasure of faction. And your cultivation base is low, it is not easy to be discovered by the monsters; the actual combat ability is strong, and you can perform tasks well; you also learned the unique footwork of the Yunshui Pavilion, and you can retreat in time when encountering danger. He is the best candidate for this mission."

The one hundred outer disciples were said to be excited by the leader, as if all the important tasks of revitalizing the school fell on their shoulders. A disciple responded first: "I am willing to accept the task and share the worries for the head."

After scrambling, there was a harmony: "Me too."

Mu Yun Gui hid in the crowd, quietly, without answering or objecting. The team leader was very satisfied with the scene, nodded, and smiled: "Okay. This is the map of Yin City before sinking and the location of the Huan family. You have one copy. Keep it in your heart. Yin City has been in the sea for many years, and the terrain may be harmonious. The map is different, you use this as a reference, but the most important thing is to adapt to circumstances."

The disciples responded, and a copy of the map floated in front of everyone, Mu Yungui reached out his hand to catch his copy, unfolded, and saw a magnificent city.

Mu Yungui roughly calculated the area and found that it was several times larger than Guxu City. The Huan family is just north of Yin City, and a single family is like a city. Mu Yungui sighed silently. It seemed that this task was far less simple than the leader said.

After the team leader was mobilized, within a few days, the protective shield was raised outside Yunzhou, breaking the sea water like a sharp sword, and going straight to the bottom of the sea. The beasts around Yincheng are sensitive to aura, and the cloud boat with the aura mask on the seabed is no different from a living target that shines. When the cloud boat sinks halfway, it dared not go deeper. The team leader handed out equipment to each disciple. He stood in front of the cabin door, his eyes scanned over a hundred young and fearless faces, and his heart was inexplicably heavy. With a solemn face, he said to everyone, "Go through the difficulties and dangers and take care of each other. The Promise faction will always be proud of you."

All the disciples held their fists to the leader, and the swords rang loudly: "The disciples will not insult their lives."

It is dangerous to stay on the bottom of the sea for an extra second. The leader did not say any inspiring nonsense. He ordered the hatch to be opened, and the disciples lined up and jumped into the deep sea one by one with the water bead.

From a distance, they looked like a string of fireflies, with a faint light, plunged into the dark blue seabed without knowing it. The deep sea disappears, seaweed is densely covered, and unknown fishes shuttle through the water plants. A huge ruin sits quietly in the depths, like a behemoth with an open mouth.

Mu Yungui silently clenched to avoid the drop of water, Yincheng, death and fate, she came.