Chapter 0009 Reincarnation of the Book of Words Precarious Fate
Mo Qingfeng looked at the most mysterious person among the six sect members in front of him. He had never shown any cultivation level in that year, but he was firmly among the seven direct disciples of the sect leader, and his whole body was as cold as ice and snow.
With a clear temperament and a pair of beautiful ice-colored eyes, it seems that they can see through everything, penetrate the skin and see clearly the true heart of anyone.
"Junior sister is joking." Mo Qingfeng smiled faintly and lifted a few strands of hair between his fingers, "Anyway, after this physical examination, the seven of us will follow the sect master to the back. You will naturally know what happened by then.
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"Just call it trouble." Nian Yue wrinkled the tip of her nose gently, and the girlish playfulness disappeared fleetingly on her crystal clear face like a snow girl, but there was a different kind of weirdness. Mo Qingfeng said no more.
, only one step away from Nian Yue's shoulder, he walked back to the first-level disciples. But Nian Yue walked towards the seventh-level disciples who were no longer under the leadership of their mentor. When those young men saw the extremely beautiful aunt, they were surprised.
Everyone felt awkward.
But inside, Shen Ming has a generous heart. He thinks he can speak on behalf of all the disciples. When he goes out of the queue, he bows first and says, "See you, Master Yue."
"It turns out you have advanced." That year Yue Su raised her finger and gently swiped through Shen Mingxin's hanging black hair. With just this gentle scraping of the hair, she could sense the other party's skill, even though the other party was just a
As a sixth-level disciple who first entered the sect, Yue's level of cultivation was also amazing. But the rest of it had never been revealed in Yue.
Shen Ming felt a cold fragrance in his face and a chill all over his body. For a moment, he felt inexplicable restlessness in his heart. He did not dare to look up at the past month. He only lowered his head and smiled, "It's not worth mentioning..."
"Okay, I'm young, but my words are clever." Nian Yue Su gently waved a few strands of Shen Mingxin's hair away, then walked towards the other disciples, her voice was as leisurely as Yan's whisper, but there was a cold majesty in it, "
Where are your physical examinations?"
Shen Mingxin turned her head and raised her eyes, only to see Nian Yue's slender figure with her back to him. She went to continue checking the body of other disciples. For some reason, a smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and a different kind of brilliance appeared between her eyebrows.
The sunlight outside the hall shifted, and all the disciples had finished checking their skills. There were no disciples who could enter the teachers' seats again, but there were a few who were just a hair away. Mo Qingfeng didn't know how to report this result to God, but he saw it above the golden steps.
The silver curtain was lightly rolled, and the outline of Tianzhu's figure appeared faintly. He responded in a deep voice and said, "In this way, all the disciples will continue to practice well and follow the teacher's teachings. The day of making progress is not far away."
"Yes." The disciples bowed and saluted, and then exited the Wentian Hall under the leadership of their respective mentors. Jin Ziye did not know when he returned to the seventh-level disciples. Like other mentors, he sent the disciples back to their respective places and gathered together.
At the scene, I saw all the disciples scattering in different directions. The light of the noon sky was less bright and more peaceful, shining directly on seven people with outstanding appearance and graceful moral character.
"Why did the sect master suddenly call us to go to the back?" Hua Chengxi, who ranked fourth among the seven instructors, couldn't help but ask. She and Yue were the only two women among the seven instructors back then, but their cultivation was slightly inferior.
Not enough, but he is still a man of extraordinary integrity. Hearing these words, Mo Qingfeng shook his head secretly, with the cloud sleeve behind his right hand fluttering lightly, and stepped into the Wentian Palace without saying a word.
The six people behind them looked at each other in confusion, and finally entered the palace in a row according to seniority. They followed Mo Qingfeng through the edge of Wentian Palace and stopped behind a large pillar shrouded in shadow.
Mo Qingfeng's eyes were slightly closed, and he waved his left hand floatingly through the lavender breeze. The six people behind him also made the same movement, and instantly drew seven-color iridescent clear energy. There was only a sudden sound of wind, and the seven people disappeared.
The mysterious cave sky opened, and seven-colored brilliance appeared. In the dark, I saw that the shadow was inverted, and then changed the space. The seven-colored rainbow light fell to the ground instantly, showing the appearance of seven people, in a dark but elegant and deep stone chamber.
But it can't cover up the natural light in everyone's face.
"Where did you put it?" Mo Qingfeng put his hands behind his back and asked Jin Ziye, who was at the end of the queue, sideways.
"In the sect leader's study." Jin Ziye lowered his head and said, "There is a long-lasting barrier placed there by the sect master himself. It seems most appropriate."
"Okay." When Mo Qingfeng nodded, he felt the breeze behind him, like the clouds in the sky, blowing away the sound of wind. Then he turned around and saluted with the other six people, "Sect Master."
A piece of clear light flew away, surrounded by auspicious auspicious clouds, the silhouette of a person was misty, and a clear and straight figure fell in front of everyone. The clouds dispersed and the light faded, and the faint sound of fairy music seemed to be absent. Who knows, he turned around and stood still in the misty mist, raising his hand gently
With his beautiful black beard, he looks like a middle-aged man who is graceful, elegant and calm.
"Get up." Tianzhi nodded slightly, watching the seven proud disciples whom he had spent his whole life bringing up, receiving their gifts and getting up.
Jin Ziye took a step forward and said, "Sect Master, Mie Canglan has been placed in your study. He is unconscious, but his life is not in danger."
Tian Wenzhi frowned slightly and murmured, "Destroy Canglan?" As the leader of the Qinglian Sect, he knew everything about the affairs of the sect, but such an ordinary disciple who was not even qualified to practice Taoism was still unfamiliar.
"He is the one who caused the strange movement in Wentian Palace today." Mo Qingfeng said politely, "Since joining the sect, that young man has failed in all kinds of cultivation, and his body is like a waste. It's just..."
"Today's strange movement came from his body?" Tianzhi gently twisted his hair. He was motionless and immobile, but there was an overwhelming majesty pressing on his bones. "If you put it this way, does he still have a useless body?
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Mo Qingfeng was speechless for a moment, and the others who had just heard from his mind and knew what happened were also silent. Tianzhu slowly looked at the seven direct disciples, and Yunxiu waved lightly, "Go and see the young man first.
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"Yes." Mo Qingfeng took the lead and stepped back, making way for God's sake. He nodded respectfully and followed behind.
Tianzhi's study is deep in this stone room, and the top of the head is the center of Wentian Hall. This secret stone room was all built under the Wentian Hall. It is connected to the outside world through a layer of illusion. It has always been a secret conversation between the sect master and the seven disciples.
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Tian Wuzhen stood in front of the study door. The two fingers of his right hand came together to form a secret shape. With a slight movement, he opened the stone door. The furnishings in the study were quaint and elegant. The ink and ink hanging on the wall were all written by Tian Wuzhen. The fragrance of books and the incense of the stove
The curls are intertwined, and a clear light fills the eyes.
"Hmm..." The voice was deep and clear, and I saw a young man leaning against the bottom of the bookshelf. His body shape and appearance were all ordinary, with nothing special about him. His breathing was heavy and gloomy, and he was naturally in a drowsy state.
"Sect Master, he is the one who destroys Canglan." Mo Qingfeng walked towards the sky and said without knowing what was behind him.
"What level of disciple are you?" God didn't know and didn't blink. He only looked at Canglan, who was determined to die. The dark clouds between his brows seemed to bring a heavy rainstorm.
"He is a seventh-level disciple taught by my disciple." Jin Ziye quickly stepped out of the queue and nodded.
"A disciple of the lowest level?" Tian Zhidao still twirled his hair leisurely, "And he has no spirit of cultivation at all and looks like a mortal?"
"Exactly." Although he was talking about Mie Canglan, Jin Ziye felt that there was no luster on his face, so he had to answer flatly. He was secretly annoyed that Mie Canglan had always lost face, but now he was thrown in front of the sect leader. But then he thought about Mie Canglan.
Jin Ziye couldn't help but feel his whole body tense up due to the possible reason why Cang Lan was out of shape today.
"Exactly?" Tianzhi seemed to be standing leisurely, but he was observing the Mie Canglan Kung Fu body calmly. With just a little bit of Qi induction, he could see everything clearly, and he could even see very deep. Hearing
Jin Ziye's answer made Tian Zhizhi smile coldly, flicking the hair in front of his shoulders, looking coldly at the disciple who was nodding and standing, "You don't care if this evil and cold aura is born, and there is an unidentifiable hidden deep in the body."
Are people with extraordinary abilities called 'mortal-like'? How about you go find such a mortal for me?"
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