At the foot of Cangyun Mountain, the Wang family is built here.
On the hillside to the east are newly established graves, which are in sharp contrast with the enthusiastic construction site scene.
Wang Fengxiang was wearing a catsu and stood blankly in front of the cemetery. Facing the dense grave bags, his fists clenched tightly in his big sleeves.
Wang Zhan, the head of the Wang family, was invited to Wuji Hall to have an interview with the sect leader Taoist Xuanqing, who stayed here as the supervisor.
In fact, why do you need to supervise it? How many families in the Wang family are broken, and the family is separated by yin and yang, and everyone is filled with a sense of bad anger.
A sense of evil spirit sect is about to overturn the evil spirit sect!
A hand gently placed on the dazed Wang Fengxiang's shoulder, his voice firm.
"Brother Wang, you will see the day when the Wang family rises, and you will also see the day when the evil spirit sect is destroyed. In front of the innocent soul, I, Mo Jiuxuan, swear here that I will never enter the Yuanying forever.
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If it were before, Wang Fengxiang would have been excited. How could he not be excited if a real person in Jindan called him a brother?
But today Wang Fengxiang was unmoved and just nodded and nodded.
His eyes are firm and ruthless.
Mo Jiuxuan handed over the three-eyed demon frog to Wang Fengxiang, "Take good care of it, and you must not slacken in your own practice. If you have any needs, you can come to me directly."
Wang Fengxiang held the three-eyed demon frog in both hands, and the tense string in his heart suddenly broke, and tears burst out uncontrollably.
The former young master left with the wind, and what he left was just an evil ghost seeking revenge.
Back at the small courtyard behind Qingguang Peak, Mo Jiuxuan lay back on the recliner in the yard again, called retreat.
The little girl in Huang Shan sat next to her father, holding her face, and staring at her father in the dark.
"Dad, how are Uncle Wang's emotions?"
"It's okay, after this incident, I'm sure I can really grow up."
"Why do people have to go through life and death before they can grow?"
"There is nothing absolute, but this kind of thing can touch people's hearts the most. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to support his parents but is not waiting for him. Often, he knows how to cherish it after losing it.
Everyone knows this kind of thing, but how many people can really do it?
Often, it only happens that it is too late to regret. What's the use of it?
At most, there is one more thing in the heart that cannot be pulled out, and it will hurt the inner sting from time to time."
"Dad, the Evil Spirit Sect has killed so many people in the Wang family. When will we go to help Brother Wang avenge him?"
"What the sect leader and others mean is to let go temporarily. The sect has just begun to take action and is not suitable for big fights, and it still needs to be endured."
Mo Xiaoran jumped off the chair and clenched his fists, "Dad, there are so many people dead in Uncle Wang's family. If we don't avenge him, who will help him get revenge?"
Mo Jiuxuan was helpless, "Xiao Ran, the evil spirit sect is not Ziyun Sect, it is very powerful. Just like Xuanyun Sect, you will have a headache when you see it, let alone our Wuji Sect?"
"If you can't beat it, don't fight?"
The little girl refused to give in, "I don't care. Others don't go, dad, you'll just go and help Uncle Wang take revenge alone!"
Mo Jiuxuan blinked and wanted to cry without tears, "What do you mean... let Daddy and choose the Fierce Spirit Sect?"
"Um!"
Mo Xiaoran focuses on the key points.
He reached out and touched his forehead. Mo Jiuxuan's head was as big as a bucket, and his bright eyes were staring at his daughter who was determined to die. He wanted to pack it and return it.
"Dad, are you afraid? If you are afraid, I am not afraid! If you don't care, I will care!"
The girl said this with a fierce look, and the girl twisted her body and left angrily.
The climate in the mountains is cool, and Mo Jiuxuan's mood is cooler than the temperature in the back mountain.
Perhaps because she felt that she was too weak, Mo Xiaoran had never talked about this matter again. Three months later, the girl suddenly went into seclusion and practiced.
The location is naturally the spirit gathering array built by Mo Jiuxuan for painstaking efforts.
This array can gather spiritual energy in heaven and earth at an extremely fast speed. The concentration of spiritual energy inside is five times higher than that in the outside world. It was purchased by Mo Jiuxuan in the system after spending 500,000 low-grade spirit stones.
Since then, the Wuji Sect has been peaceful and peaceful, everyone has their own duties, and the disciples have devoted themselves to practicing.
There is no time in the mountains, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Mo Jiuxuan rested all day long and refined elixirs in his spare time, but his cultivation level soared and his realm rose.
When Mo Xiaoran was in seclusion, he only built the foundation one layer, but when he came out, he had already built the foundation three layers, and his speed was astonishing.
Of course, as the ultimate beneficiary, Mo Jiuxuan's cultivation level has risen to the sixth-turn Golden Pill.
However, he deliberately hid his aura, for fear of causing others to build the foundation, and outsiders only looked like the Four-Transforming Golden Elixir.
Other people may stay in one realm for decades and hundreds of years. If Mo Jiuxuan improves two small realms in three years, it will be afraid that they will be scared to death if they say it out.
Now the little girl is even more graceful, her childishness has not yet faded and her figure has not yet fully developed. However, as soon as she comes out of seclusion, she immediately becomes the focus of the sect and attracts the attention of countless disciples.
The male disciple admires her beauty, while the female disciples fall in love with her heroism.
Such a man-and-woman appearance and strong strength made the fifteen-year-old Mo Xiaoran capture the love and admiration of most disciples.
When Liu Buhui, Cangyu Sword Sect, came to Wuji Sect to visit the Tao, was shocked when he saw the little girl.
"Brother Mo, that little fat girl has grown so big?"
Mo Jiuxuan smiled and watched his daughter grow up little by little, slowly becoming stronger. This kind of happiness that others can't understand except for herself.
It is better to have fun alone than to have fun with everyone. The ancients did not deceive me!
I like Liu Buhui and Mo Xiaoran quite much.
When the Soul Locking Ridge fought against the Panlong Python, Ye Qiuying, the black Youluo Demon who destroyed the half-step pill, formed a deep fighting friendship with his father.
Moreover, after this period of self-awareness...
But in terms of appearance and temperament, if the full score is 100, the girl gives herself a score of 1,000.
And, it is by no means a false advertisement.
She narrowed her bright eyes, looked up and down, and hummed, "Uncle Liu, why are you still building the twelve level of foundation? If this continues, I will catch up with you."
"Xiao Ran, don't be rude. Your Uncle Liu is a genius of Cangyu Sword Sect. He has extraordinary talent and has worked hard.
If you can't get to the level, it's not his fault. You and Dad can only blame you for being the food that God has given, and are born to be the material for practice."
Mo Jiuxuan had a serious expression and let Liu Buhui go beside the seat and explained with a smile, "Children's words and children's faces, don't be surprised by Brother Liu, she is still a child."
Isn't he just a child?
Liu Buhui feels regretful of coming here. Isn’t this not making it a pleasure for himself?
Nowadays, the girl is a little more quiet, and she doesn't throw herself into her arms and acts coquettishly when she sees her father.
This made Mo Jiuxuan, who had not seen his daughter for three years, feel a little disappointed.
It's quite sad that I finally raised my child but became distant from my own feelings.
Liu Buhui looked clearly from the side and decisively took the blame.
"Xiao Ran, how many young men with extremely outstanding talents in the Sword Sect are elegant and elegant, and have outstanding strength. They are rare talents. If you have the chance to introduce them to you?"
Mo Jiuxuan's mind roared, his eyes turned black, and his ears buzzed.
As a father, the most difficult thing to accept, the most unwilling thing to face the most hated thing happened.
Someone is a matchmaker for his own watery little cabbage!
He looked around with a dark face and found that there was no kitchen knife, so he turned his eyes into a substantial sword light, trying to poke Liu Buhui into a lot of holes to vent his hatred!
"Liu Buhui, what's the matter with you coming to Wuji Sect?"
The kind brother Liu turned into a stiff and estranged Liu Buhui in Mo Jiuxuan's mouth.
"I haven't seen Brother Mo for a long time, so I miss you very much. I'm here to visit you."
Liu Buhui didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.
Mo Jiuxuan stood up and made a gesture of inviting him.
"I've seen it now, you can leave!"
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Liu Buhui was stunned. Relying on the two of them getting to know each other, he didn't care that the other party was already Jindan real person. "Are you a dog who is a dog? You changed your face too quickly."
Mo Jiuxuan seemed to have not realized it, and his gestures remained the same.
"I'm just kidding. Xiao Ran is so beautiful and strong. I think no one in Qingzhou can deserve her!"
Liu Buhui quickly explained.
This famous and powerful sword cultivator in the Sword Sect, who is respected and envied by the Sword Sect, has seen the warmth and coldness of human feelings and the coldness of the world for the first time.
It's a very unworthy feeling!
Mo Jiuxuan, who had always kept his blunt face, sat back to his original position, looked at his daughter beside him, and said loudly, "Xiao Ran, your Uncle Liu's tea is cold, please change the hot water quickly. By the way, I will collect it with my father in Lingcao Garden.
morning dew."
Mo Xiaoran smiled and left with a smile. Liu Buhui rolled his eyes and said, "Jiuxuan, I always thought you were good-character, strong, talented, and friendly to others.
In the sect, you are the object of my praise and admiration. Why have you never found out that you are sarcastic? You are also very good at it!"
Mo Jiuxuan laughed, "Brother Liu, I'm just kidding. You see, you're taking it seriously and you're too tiny."
Liu Buhui was helpless, "Ha~ Is it mine?"
Mo Jiuxuan focused his attention, "Isn't it?"
"Oh~"
A sigh exclaimed Liu Jianxian's helplessness.
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you. I'll come this time. First, I'll talk to you, and second, I'll discuss something with you."
Mo Jiuxuan said, "But it doesn't matter, who made you a good brother who was born and die with me?"
Liu Buhui waved his hands repeatedly, "I dare not, I dare not be good brothers with you, Zhenren Mo."
Mo Jiuxuan frowned and cursed, "You're not finished yet?"
Liu Buhui smiled faintly, "You should have seen the changes in Qingzhou in recent years. Xuanyun Sect failed to attack the second place last time, and in recent years he recruited guests to worship him. The evil spirit sect seems to be related to Cangzhou Xuanyin Sect.
Relationships and doing things are even more unscrupulous, and many miserable sects and aristocratic families have suffered from it.
What’s even more secret is that demon clans have appeared in many places in Qingzhou, and the situation has become a bit complicated. I suspect that the demon clan is planning something!
The Resurrection Hall is not at ease. The disciples from the sect are returning, and the Resurrection Hall is also conspiring for a big event. What is it? His status is too low and he can't get in touch with it for the time being."
Mo Jiuxuan said, "Our Wuji Sect is just a small Moliu Sect. We have few people and little efforts to help us, so we can't help."
Liu Buhui was choked, "Are you still angry about the fact that Biluo Palace did not allow Wuji Sect to be promoted to third-rate?"
Speaking of this issue, Mo Jiuxuan became even more sour.
The sect has worked hard for this goal for thousands of years. Now all aspects of the conditions have exceeded the requirements. There are five Jindan real people, three more than the Biluo Palace required.
Unfortunately, in the end, I was sent to the point where the light number of disciples of the sect was not enough.
The disciples were depressed about this matter. Taoist Xuanqing must have felt very sad on the surface.
It is easy to recruit a large number of disciples, but it is difficult to attract outstanding disciples to Wuji Sect!
Therefore, now, the sect adheres to the requirement of not being insignificant than being indiscriminate, and strictly guards the disciples.
In the past three years, only two or three people have been taken.
Liu Buhui shook his head slightly and expressed his understanding, "You should pay attention to what I said to you. Wuji Sect is adjacent to Donghua Mountain and is at the junction of the human world and the demon world. If the demon clan makes any moves, Wuji Sect will definitely be the first to bear the brunt of it.
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As for the evil spirit sect, just a few golden elixirs will probably not provoke your sect.
The mice hidden underground in the Resurrection Hall are even more secret. They hide their whereabouts after fighting against the three-eyed demon frog in Panlongling three years ago.
If we hadn't installed spies in advance, we might not have known about their actions until now."
Mo Jiuxuan ignored it.
If the demon realm invades a large-scale invasion, how could Wuji Sect stop it? Leading the disciples to evacuate as soon as possible is the right choice.
As for counterattacks, there is a host of the Nascent Soul God-turning boss, and a small golden elixir at this level, that is, the cannon fodder level.
There is no need to be much stronger in the Qi Refining Period.
The matter was almost done, and Liu Buhui smiled mysteriously, "Brother Mo, do you still want to be promoted to third-rate?"
It was impossible to say that he didn't want it. Mo Jiuxuan was so angry that Biluo Palace was too old-fashioned. He shook his head and said, "This matter is indifferent, it is not as heavy as he used to be."
A strong sour smell.
Liu Buhui was secretly happy in his heart, "Since I've been indifferent, I won't say it anymore. Originally, there was a good opportunity to become famous. If it could be launched in one shot, would Wuji Sect still lack outstanding disciples?
Since you are indifferent, there is no need to say it.”
"Brother Liu, wait, I mean you don't talk nonsense, just let go if you have farts." Mo Jiuxuan sat upright, listened with a warm look.
Liu Buhui frowned, "Why are you so vulgar? Don't forget your identity?"
Mo Jiuxuan glared at his eyes and said impatiently, "Don't say it or not!"
The power of the golden elixir was so terrifying that Liu Buhui was immediately timid.
"Say, dare not say it? My uncle went to Zhongzhou to visit an old friend some time ago. He heard about the talent conference held by the Biluo Palace in Zhongzhou. He invited disciples under the age of 50 and below the Jindan to compete. The first place can win the top-grade Xuan
A treasure.
You said, isn’t it very satisfying to show off in front of the entire human domain?”
Mo Jiuxuan was immediately discouraged, "The human domain is vast, and those super forces take Biluo Palace seriously, but they are just a cat and a dog fighting and making a fuss!
Besides, just by relying on the disciples of Wuji Sect, what can we compete with those disciples of major forces?”
Liu Buhui smiled and said, "What do you mean by this? Our Cangyu Sword Sect is also a cat and a dog, and the Water Mirror Sect is just a cat and a dog?
Those geniuses, magical medicines, treasures, and secret books in first-class sects, aren’t they the choice?
There are also old monsters of the Nascent Soul level who are personally guided.
Think about it, how brilliant and heroic is it that a disciple of the Moliu Sect from a remote area in Qingzhou who would kill those first-class sects?”