My Disciples Are All Villains - 1437

After Lu Zhou checked Xiao Yuan’er’s cultivation status, he said: “It is very dangerous to upgrade the three life styles at once. Your life palace is strong enough, but you can’t be so eager for quick success and quick gain.”

Little Yuan’er asked:

“Master, isn’t the function of the life pass just to relieve pain and make it easier to start life in the follow-up?”

Lu Zhou replied: “It is true.”

“But I don’t hurt!” Xiao Yuan’er said.

“…”

This is very annoying.

It happened to remind Lu Zhou of some not-so-good memories of the Earth Age. He tried his best to study and barely pass the exam, while some people played with fun and got full marks in the exam.

This is probably talent.

Even if Xiao Yuan’er does not rely on Taixu Seed, her talent is enough to make her progress fast. With Taixu Seed, she will be more powerful than a tiger. In addition, she was cultivating Taiqing jade slips. This exercise was relatively comprehensive and had no clear direction. It seemed like a gradual and profound exercise.

Over the years, regardless of the speed of circulation brought about by Zhen Shou Zhuang, it is reasonable for her to be able to achieve three lives per day.

Luzhou had achieved four lives in one day.

Some of Qinglian’s genius practitioners, and many people have achieved the opening of the two life styles per day, or even the three life styles.

There are many desperate people in the world who dare to make such an attempt.

“Doesn’t hurt?”

Lu Zhou’s palm pressed against Xiao Yuan’er’s palace of life.

Increase the pressure slightly.

Life Palace is as usual.

He increased the pressure again, Xiao Yuan’er’s face changed slightly, and he reacted.

Lu Zhou closed his hand and said: “It should be the accumulation of your years of practice and accumulation, so that you can achieve the three life style per day. According to the current intensity, you can still have another life style, but the teacher advises you that you can and many more.”

“Oh.” Xiao Yuan’er nodded and said, “Tui’er listen to Master.”

Lu Zhou took out a vitality mind, and said: “This is the vitality mind of the Nine-Clawed Black Chin. Both the first two vitality minds of the next vitality mind can be used.”

Little Yuan’er took over that fateful heart.

The heart of the fate is like a black pearl, with sharp edges and corners, and the light is looming, as if it exudes a certain magical power.

“Thank you, Master.” Little Yuan’er opened the flowers happily.

“Practice well, there is no need to rush for a while to open your life.” Lu Zhou said.

“Oh… Then I will drive tomorrow.”

“…”

Lu Zhou got up and left.

The conch at the door said blankly: “Master…”

“You also practice hard. Don’t worry about the heart of fate.” Lu Zhou said.

“Yes.”

Lu Zhou glanced at the little fire phoenix in the corner with his left light, and the fateful heart of a sacred beast was reserved for future use.

There is no shortage of fate minds at the Beast King level, and some high, medium, and low fate minds are still missing.

Back to the East Pavilion.

Lu Zhou made a decision and re-entered the unknown.

Compared with the unknown place, the current Motian Pavilion is more conspicuous.

The death of Si Wuya sounded a wake-up call for him.

If Yu Zhenghai hadn’t had the characteristics of Wuqi, it would be difficult to escape death… Observing Yu Zhenghai that day, judging from the injuries he suffered, it was not a minor injury.

The unknown land is vast and boundless, but it is suitable for wandering, accumulating resources, and improving cultivation.

The most important thing is to activate the Taixu seeds in them.

The Taixu seeds of the old four Mingshiyin have been activated. If the inference is correct, the Taixu seeds of other disciples also need the approval of the Pillar of Apocalypse.

Therefore, it is imperative to go to the Pillar of Apocalypse.

Lu Zhou took out the purple colored glaze, mobilized his vitality, and urged it.

Zi Liuli really got stronger by three points.

“The glazed beads of the Ten Pillars of Apocalypse really come from extraordinary.” Lu Zhou said.

When I got this thing from Ye Zhen, I felt it was not easy.

It has now been verified.

But then, if you want to go to the Pillar of Apocalypse again, you have to be more cautious.

Lu Zhou urged Zi Liuli to enter the state of cultivation.

…

Motian Pavilion immediately passed the news to Zhaoyue and Huayuexing who were far away in the imperial city of God, as well as all the Hongkongers in Huanglian.

After Zhaoyue arranged the affairs in the palace, she went to the queen dowager’s bedroom to say goodbye to her.

When the queen mother heard Zhaoyue was about to leave, she grabbed her hand and tremblingly said: “Grandson…Grandson…”

It may be that he is getting older and his consciousness is a little confused; it may also be that he hasn’t woken up, no one recognizes it clearly, and has started talking nonsense.

Zhaoyue whispered in the ear of the Queen Mother, “Grandma, I will be back.”

“Shen’er…” The Queen Mother held Zhaoyue’s hand and kept muttering.

Zhaoyue sighed.

Stood up.

The eunuch Li Yunzhao whispered: “Princess, the queen mother has not slept well these days, please bear with me.”

“It’s okay, you talk to Penglaimen Huangdao Master, if you can, let him come to see you.” Zhaoyue said.

“Here.”

Zhaoyue turned around and left the bedroom.

Li Yunzhao followed behind.

Zhaoyue said, “Grandma likes to sunbathe in the morning and drink tea at noon. You do it every day;”

“Here.”

“Grandma likes to listen to small songs, but don’t go to Shuntianyuan, but listen to it in Jinghe Palace.”

“Here.”

She stopped and shook her head again. In fact, she said that these were useless. Li Yunzhao had served the queen mother for many years, and she knew much more than she knew, so there was no need to worry too much.

She stepped forward and walked outside the palace.

Li Yunzhao stretched his sleeves, knelt down solemnly, fell to the ground with his palms interlaced, his forehead touched the back of his hand.

Say silently, send off the princess.

…

Huanglian.

In the Royal Garden, Zhu Hong Gongzheng talked and laughed with Emperor Zaihong.

Zhao Hongfu walked in quickly from outside.

“Your Majesty, Mr. Eight.”

Emperor Zaihong smiled and said, “Girl Hongfu, you are welcome. You can sit wherever you like.”

Zhao Hongfu knelt down on one knee and said, “The pavilion master has an order, call Mr. Eight back to the Motian Pavilion.”

Zai Hong and Zhu Hong were stunned.

Emperor Zaihong stood up and said, “Master of Zhu Aiqing, tell Aiqing to go back?”

Zhao Hongfu changed his old hippie smile and said solemnly: “Yes.”

Zaihong turned around and said, “Why don’t I take over the master…I will give the throne to the master, how about it?”

“Your Majesty, this is not about the throne, how can the pavilion master care about these things?” Zhao Hongfu said.

Zhu Hong took a bite of the fruit and said, “Why is that?”

Zhao Hong Fudai frowned and said with a slight sadness:

“Mr. Seven…returned to heaven.”

despair.

The pear in Zhu Hong’s hands fell to the ground and rolled out.

Zhu Hong went backwards, only feeling dizzy…

afternoon.

Zhu Honggong woke up slowly.

“Brother Xian, you are awake.” Jae Hong patted his chest and said nervously.

Zhu Hong got up quickly, pushed away the imperial doctor and the court lady, and said: “Hong Fu, Hong Fu…return, return to the Motian Pavilion!”

Zaihong sighed, “Really want to go back?”

Just after I asked, I could only hear Zhu Hong’s wow, and he burst into tears, muttering constantly in his mouth, Senior Brother Seven…

Zaihong comforted: “Hey, people cannot come back to life after death. I can understand you and change my sorrows. I personally send you off.”

Early the next morning.

Zhao Hongfu and Zhu Hong carried a large number of mysterious stones and set foot on the rune channel.

…

Motian Pavilion.

The republic of Zhuhong and Zhao Hongfu appeared on the rune channel.

Beside the rune passage, many disciples of Motian Pavilion had already been waiting in place.

Kong Wen walked up first and said, “Meet Mr. Eight.”

With a serious expression, Zhu Honggong suddenly distorted his facial features and burst into tears. He threw himself out of the rune channel and cried: “Seventh brother…You have died so miserably! My seventh brother!”

“…”

The cry was sincere, the tears were real, and the nose was real… It was the occasion and posture that made the people present bewildered on the spot.

Maybe everyone has been sad, and the mood has been cleaned up a long time ago. I don’t want to be immersed in bad emotions forever, or can’t blend into the exaggerated cry of Lao Ba, so I just sighed and shook his head.

“I’m going to see the master.”

Zhu Hong wiped away his tears and went to the East Pavilion.

Kong Wen looked at the cart of mysterious ore and exclaimed: “This is… the mysterious stone?”

Zhao Hongfu said: “In the past few years, Mr. Eight has not dared to be lazy, and takes many people to dig out mysterious stones every day. Basically they are here.”

After speaking, she followed with a sigh.

It’s a pity that the think tank who is best at arranging these things is no longer there.

No matter how many babies there are, it can’t make people interested.

call.

Yu Shangrong held the longevity sword, appeared in the air, and said, “Send the Xuanwei Stone to Tianwu Academy.”

“Yes.”

Yu Shangrong looked at Yan Zhenluo and Lu Li, and said, “Are you ready?”

Yan Zhenluo said, “I’m ready and ready to go anytime.”

“Tomorrow morning, in front of the Great Hall of the Motian Pavilion, gather.”

“Yes.” Everyone bowed.

…

Where did Zhu Honggong dare to go to the master to cry, but went to the back mountain alone and spent the night in the cave of thinking.

It was not until the next morning that a female disciple came over and said, “Mr. Eight, the pavilion master is waiting for you to pass.”

Zhu Hong got up and left the thinking hole.

Came outside the Motian Pavilion.

Seeing the same door, as well as everyone in the Motian Pavilion…the only one missing-Si Wuya.

Sorrow came from it, and then cried again.

Everyone: “…”

“Man, what manner is it to cry and cry?!”

Standing in front of the crowd, Lu Zhou, standing with his hands in his hand, reprimanded.

Zhu Hong stopped crying immediately and wiped away the tears.

“Master, we… Where are we going?” He looked dumbfounded.

Ming Shiyin came to him, stabbed his elbow and said, “Fool, don’t face Old Seven in front of Master, Master is more sad than you, Motian Pavilion is already insecure, and it is easy to be stared at by Taixu. We have to go. Unknown land.”

“Oh.” Zhu Hong nodded together.

Yu Zhenghai came to Zhu Honggong’s side, patted him on the back, and said, “Your seventh brother doesn’t like you like this.”

“I know the big brother.”

The crowd was assembled and everything was ready.

At this time, Lu Zhou said: “I call you to gather. I think you have already understood it. I won’t repeat it if it is redundant.”

In front of the hall, there was no sound.

Everyone looks at Luzhou.

Luzhou continued:

“At the beginning, this seat accepted you into the Demon Heaven Pavilion, because it valued your ability and ability. Unknown land, dangerous and abnormal, may lose your life at any time. Now, this seat gives you another opportunity to choose… whether to go or stay, Make your own choice, this seat will never block, never blame, never force.”

Stop talking.

Turn around with your hand.

Everyone looked at each other.

Yu Zhenghai, Yu Shangrong, Duan Musheng and other disciples of Motian Pavilion stepped forward and stood in a row. The answer was self-evident.

The four elders stood in the second row.

Leng Luo spoke first: “boring multiple choice questions.”

He walked towards Yu Zhenghai and the others, and the other three elders walked over without thinking.

Then, the left and right ambassadors, the three guardians, Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng, Hua Yuexing, and Zhao Hongfu entered the team and smiled.

Kong Wen smiled and said: “Pavilion Master, no one here is more familiar with the unknown than I am. I am willing to continue to saddle the horse…hehe.”

Four brothers joined the team.

“good.”

Lu Zhou turned around.

“And me…” Qin Nai, the free man, flew over from a distance.

Qin Naihe fell into the crowd.

Those Yanyue palace ladies originally wanted to join the team, but Lu Zhou waved his hand and said: “This seat is not not keeping you, but your cultivation is not enough. You have entered the unknown land.

“Pavilion Master!?” The female disciples knelt down, showing a frustrated expression, and some even sobbed.

Taking them to unknown places will not do any good, but will harm them.

“You can pick some of the things in the Motian Pavilion at will.”

Lu Zhou swept across the Great Hall of the Devil’s Pavilion, looked at the shining barrier, and added, “This seat has only been away for a period of time. When it returns in the future, it will be the glorious day of the Devil’s Pavilion.”

Ye Tianxin said, “Sisters, why don’t you go back to Yanyue Palace first, I promise you, I will definitely go back to pick you up!”

The nuns burst into laughter and stood up one after another.

Lu Zhou said, “Yu Zhenghai, you are carrying the scorpion.”

“Yes.” Yu Zhenghai said.

“Zhaoyue, you have a brilliant move.”

“Yes.”

“As for…Dijiang, Conch, take it with you for the time being.”

Conch noticed that Master had used a word “for now,” and nodded knowingly: “Yes.”

The other mounts have their own owners, so there is no need to explain them.

Lu Zhou called out Bai Ze and said, “Go.”

Motian Pavilion bowed collectively: “Yes.”

This is the largest and most neat assembly and operation of the Motian Pavilion in history.

The collective departure of the Motian Pavilion quickly spread Da Yan.

The Sect Master of Yuntian Luo Sanzong rushed over immediately, but unfortunately, the Motian Pavilion had already gone to Gekong.

Nangongwei, the lord of Tianzong, issued a warning to the spiritual world that no one should covet the property and treasures of the Demon Heaven Pavilion, which temporarily became an unwritten rule in the Great Yan spiritual world.

That evening.

Inside and outside Jinting Mountain, a large number of practitioners gathered.

There are ten famous sects that used to be enemies with Motian Pavilion, two academies that later became friends with Motian Pavilion, and there are also many fanatical fans of Old Mo Ji.

They seemed to have an appointment, no one took the opportunity to grab the treasure, and the thief didn’t have the courage, and some were just in awe.

At the foot of Jinting Mountain.

A young man, knelt down three times and knocked nine times in the direction of the Motian Pavilion, pious.

The curious cultivator asked, “Who are you from the Demon Heaven Pavilion? Awe is fine, there is no need to kneel.”

The young man said: “One day as a teacher and a lifelong father, a male husband, with gold under his knees, kneel to the heavens and knees to his parents.”

“???”

“My name is Li Yunzheng, and I will see the teacher off.”

No one understood him.

Just shook his head, yes, another fanatic went crazy.

At this time, a cultivator jumped into the air and said loudly: “This is Mr. Seven, a message for the great flame practitioner!”

Wow————

The pages of the book are all over the sky, floating in all directions.

The practitioners who gathered together picked up the pages and looked at them curiously.

The cultivator looked at the direction of the Motian Pavilion and murmured to himself: “Mr. Seven, it’s a pity that I came late and failed to hand over the things to the pavilion master. By doing this, I have fulfilled your last wish.”

PS: It’s too difficult to write. I wrote and deleted, and I deleted and wrote again. In order to advance, I can’t be too abrupt and exhausted. Please ask for votes. Thank you for the double period.