My Disciples Are All Villains - 707. Chapter 699 Preaching the World 3 (1 more seeking subscription)

The middle-aged man looked at all the practitioners at the entrance of the barrier and disappeared before turning and leaving.

He is not here after all, and there are no other practitioners who are obsessed and fanatical, and there are two days left to stay here to no avail.

For those practitioners who watch the excitement and admire, naturally they have to stay, even if they can’t hear or see.

…

After entering the barrier, as agreed in advance, all the practitioners hiked up the mountain.

The practitioners will not be tired because of this, but they will talk and laugh all the way, admiring the scenery on Jinting Mountain.

In terms of towering and steep, Jinting Mountain is far from Sanzong. However, there are not many disciples in Jinting Mountain. There are not three cases with tens of thousands of people so large. One mountain is awe-inspiring enough.

Halfway through the journey, I saw a man wearing a silver mask in the pavilion halfway up the mountain, with one hand behind him, looking out at the mountains.

“Hush… this person was the first person on the black list more than 300 years ago, Leng Luo. Now he is one of the elders of the Motian Pavilion.” It was Shen Liangshou.

“Shen Liangshou, haven’t you studied Motian Pavilion less?”

“That’s…recognizing people, in order not to make the low-level mistake of’dogs look at people’s inferiority’.” Shen Liangshou recalled the various past, not only studied the Motian Pavilion disciples, but also added those who joined the Motian Pavilion. Everyone has studied it clearly.

He has been studying the Motian Pavilion for the past year, boasting that he knows the Motian Pavilion better than his own.

“You are number one on the white list, tied with Senior Leng Luo, don’t you go to say hello?”

Shen Liangshou said awkwardly: “Don’t be kidding, people rely on strength, I rely on bragging…”

Everyone roared with laughter and walked up the mountain.

Before leaving the pavilion, I saw two girls flying around at low altitude.

The practitioners were puzzled.

Isn’t Jinting Mountain not allowed to fly?

Shen Liangshou was the first to speak: “Don’t make a fuss… The man who made the red silk is Mr. Motian Pavilion Jiu, and the one wearing Yunshang Yuyi next to her should be her sister. Don’t think they are young, just think that Nothing. In the Motian Pavilion, the gentleman most loved by all the gentlemen is Mr. Nine. She is backed by senior brothers and sisters in everything she does, and you have your own quality…”

“…”

This is terrible.

It’s like a collection of thousands of pets.

The two of them are like elves, and their bodies are so beautiful, they are already stunning beauties that only adults have.

Little ancestor, can’t offend.

Shen Liangshou stopped, looked at the conch next to Xiao Yuan’er carefully, and noted her appearance.

He doesn’t know much about this conch. It’s certainly not easy to stay here for so long.

Many practitioners continue to move upward.

“This is Mister Motian Pavilion Eighth, don’t look at him dumbfounded. When it was just a Shenting, he was sitting in the Tiger Cottage, but he was all right. Mr. Da and Mr. Seven are very important people.” Shen Liangshou introduced.

Someone interjected: “Mr. Eight’s father is said to be a master of eight leaves, is it true?”

Shen Liangshou responded with a smile: “Mr. Eight’s father, who fought for seven different races during the First Battle of Liangzhou. He is a veritable eight-leaf master… If I remember correctly, he comes from the ancient sacred religion.”

Others looked at the leader of the ancient sage to untie them.

Untied and passed through the crowd, came to Shen Liangshou’s side, and asked cautiously: “Dare to ask your surname?”

“It’s not worth mentioning, here, Shen Liangshou.” Shen Liangshou replied.

“What your Excellency said just now, the father of Mr. Eight comes from the ancient sacred religion?”

“Yes.”

“Could it be convenient to tell his name?” Untie said.

“Zhu Tian Yuan.” Shen Liangshou raised his hand to cover his mouth, whispered to his ears, and said other names in public, showing disrespect.

When I heard the name, I opened my eyes and staggered back as if I had been electrocuted.

Shen Liangshou said: “What’s wrong with you?”

“This is the old sage leader, unlock it.” Someone said.

“…”

Shen Liangshou suddenly understood that Zhu Tianyuan came from the ancient sacred religion, and you are the leader of the ancient sacred religion… it’s not that your enemies don’t get together. He sighed and shook his head and patted his untied shoulders: “Take care.”

Not long.

Everyone came to the main hall of the Motian Pavilion.

Si Wuya and Ming Shi didn’t care what they were talking about, so they were directly taken to Beige, and then they returned separately.

…

East Pavilion.

Lu Zhou no longer carried out the enlightenment of the heavenly scriptures, but went all out to practice, consolidate and improve his cultivation.

The original master Ji Tiandao has already widened the Dantian Qi sea wall to the eight-leaf peak Dzogchen. Therefore, there are no barriers and bottlenecks in the overall process of Luzhou’s ascension from body quenching to Dzogchen.

Lifespan is reversed to a range that is not affected by age, and the speed of practice has also increased a lot.

“Master, the people who came to learn Dao have made arrangements.” Si Wuya appeared in the East Pavilion.

“In addition, the disciples made the decision privately, so that the ancient sage leader untied and went up the mountain.”

Lu Zhou slightly closed his eyes and replied: “I see.”

“The disciples retire.”

Without Master’s clear attitude, that is freedom to call the shots.

This was the answer Si Wuya wanted most.

Just left the East Pavilion.

Si Wuya saw the ancient sage leader untied and walked through the corridor and pavilion under the leadership of Pan Zhong.

Far away, untie it and nodded and bowed inwardly:

“Old Shengjiao, untie it, I have seen Mr. Seven.”

“Something?” Si Wuya said.

“Zhu Tianyuan is my elder brother, I have some misunderstandings with him, I wonder if Mr. Seven can recommend it?” Untie said.

“No need to introduce…I have a suggestion for you,” Si Wuya said.

“Mr. Seven, please speak.”

“It’s very simple, return him the position of leader, and then leave the Old Sacred Church by yourself. This will be good for you and him.”

“…”

I didn’t expect Si Wuya to be so direct, astonished, “Motian Pavilion really wants to intervene in the affairs of the ancient sacred religion?”

“Can’t you intervene?” Si Wuya asked back.

Zhu Honggong is the eighth disciple of the Motian Pavilion and the descendant of the ancient sacred religion. Why can’t he intervene?

Even though I was mentally prepared for the solution, I was still confused by the question.

“Mr. Seven doesn’t ask why?”

“Why ask?”

Isn’t it right for the Motian Pavilion to help his family?

Untied and sighed: “Sure enough, I thought too much, and thought that Motian Pavilion would deal with it impartially, nothing more, just as Mr. Seven said.”

He said he was about to turn around and leave.

“and many more.”

“What advice does Mr. Seven have?” The tone of the answer was naturally a little unpleasant while relieving his boredom.

“Motian Pavilion has always been grudges and grudges, if you don’t accept it, you can raise an objection to my eighth junior apprentice.” Si Wuya said in a tone, “However, I have to advise you, this is the Motian Pavilion, not the ancient sacred religion. Put away those useless arrogance, if it weren’t for your master’s orders, you would be dead just by what you just said.”

After speaking, Si Wuya left with his hand.

He untied his whole body, arched his body, and when he raised his head again, his back was soaked in cold sweat.

He didn’t hesitate and think more, he returned to Beige and tried to find a way to speak with Zhu Tianyuan, and he was willing to give up the position of the leader of the ancient sage and leave the ancient sage unconditionally.

Zhu Tianyuan, who heard the news, was overjoyed.

“Untie, you also have today! Haha…” Zhu Tianyuan said with a smile, “Is this the feeling of bullying others?”

…

Time flies.

Two days passed in a flash.

Motian Pavilion, in the East Pavilion.

Lu Zhou slowly opened his eyes…In fact, his Dantian Qihai had reached completion last night.

The reason for practicing till now is purely to simulate the scene of breaking the nine leaves in my mind.

In the eyes of others, he was just re-demonstrating it again, but only he knew…this was his true opening of the ninth leaf.

“Come here.”

The disciple outside the door bowed and said, “Pavilion Master, please give orders.”

“The order goes on and gathers at the Motian Pavilion.”

“Yes.”

All the practitioners in the North Pavilion are big figures from all over Kyushu.

But no one disliked the conditions of Beige.

They gathered together early, waiting for the order of the Grand Master of the Demon Sky Pavilion.

This is a voice from outside the pavilion.

“The pavilion master has an order, gather in front of the main hall of the Motian Pavilion, please.”

The practitioners were overjoyed and flocked to the main hall of the Motian Pavilion.

Hundreds of people occupied the front of the hall.

at the same time.

Outside Jinting Mountain, many practitioners hover in the sky, trying to see something.

Those cultivators who can’t fly too high, or can’t fly, can only sigh and shake their heads.

…

Then came Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Zuo Yushu, and Huawudao, the four elders of the Motian Pavilion, all of whom were like thunderous figures. In front of them, all the people present were juniors.

Then there were the disciples of Motian Pavilion, except for Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong.

Every time a person enters the venue, all the practitioners bow their hands.

Even at the bottom, Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng, who are only worthy of miscellaneous tasks, still received compliments from everyone.

“The pavilion master is here.”

There was a sound.

All the practitioners looked in the direction of the East Pavilion.

Although Luzhou is famous all over the world, there are still many people who have never seen the appearance of the master of the Motian Pavilion.

Hum!

A special energy resonance sounded.

“above.”

Lu Zhou appeared on the spire of the Motian Pavilion, turning his back to the practitioners, stroking his beard while watching the sky.

Immortal style bones, superior demeanor, robes hanging down…

Everyone’s hearts trembled slightly.

The strong is the strong, and he does not hesitate to use his great supernatural powers when he comes out.

This is the first nine leaves of Great Yan, the ancestor of Motian Pavilion.

“Meet the pavilion master!”

“Meet Master.”

Of all the practitioners present, none of them dared to bow.