Xianmen can only be saved by me

Chapter 43

In the next second, everyone had left the ground.

Xie Lin had experienced the experience of being carried around by Yun Nianchen several times, so he reacted quickly, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, little uncle!"

Yun Nianchen looked back.

"Since I'm going to pretend...cough, to show my strength," Xie Lin said tactfully, "Shouldn't the disciples be changed into standard brocade clothes?"

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Ten minutes later, a group of young disciples redressed appeared outside the glittering golden inn.

Yun Nianchen flew out directly from the window of his residence, and he brought out even the group of young disciples, his clothes fluttering, barely falling out of the crowd.

La Feng's way of appearing on the stage really attracted attention. Seeing the uniforms on this group of people that he had never seen before, passers-by spontaneously gave way.

—Another fairy gate.

——The one at the head looks very difficult to mess with!Get out of the way, get out of the way!

Yun Nianchen didn't care about the people around him at all, and walked in without squinting.

It's still noisy in there.

"My ten-direction sword faction dominates one side, so why don't I deserve to have two rooms here?!"

"Then my Mirror Moon Villa also has the youngest cultivator in the Western Province! The future is boundless, what's the matter with three rooms?"

"Okay, fellow daoists, I think it's better to let some young disciples who have no background and no sect give up their rooms..."

"That's right! Disciples who have no background and no sect might as well go elsewhere!"

When they entered, You Yu had somehow become the target of public criticism and was being besieged.

One said he was "unqualified" and the other said "unworthy". Just because he was low-level and didn't seem to have a fairy gate, he was asked to give up his bed—yes, it wasn't a room, he was just a couple who came with his colleagues. A monk snatched a room.

Those two monks don't know if there is a fairy gate, but at least their strength is higher, so You Yu became that target.

When did the young master You Yu suffer this kind of grievance? He couldn't explain it, and he couldn't beat him again and again. His face was full of humiliation: "Who said I don't have a fairy door!"

"There is a fairy gate that can let you, a young disciple who is worthy of foundation building, go down the mountain alone? Which fairy gate is so unreliable, or why don't you switch to our fairy gate? We can consider sharing half of your bed, hahaha... ..."

Yun Nianchen walked in at this time.

He likes to be quiet, but that person's mocking voice is so loud that everyone in the hall can hear it.Yun Nianchen glanced at the other party lightly, and the second half of the man's laughter caught in his throat.

No one found out when and who cast the silence technique. The monk who was silenced pinched his neck in horror and looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the entrance of the inn.

All eyes turned to follow his movements.

Seeing the person coming, You Yu's expression changed.

A middle-aged monk who looked like the leader of the Xianmen team said loudly: "Which sect and sect are you, fellow Taoist? There are no vacant rooms here. If you want to stay overnight, please find another home."

Because he couldn't see Yun Nianchen's cultivation level from his face, his tone was actually a little more restrained than in the previous quarrel, but this person was born with a big body, his voice was like a bell, and he was used to being domineering. happiness.

Yun Nianchen frowned slightly: "You are so noisy."

His voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall heard it.This was already a subtle deterrent, but the monk didn't notice it.

He just felt that this young monk didn't know how to be polite, so he said "hey" and said, "You are quite crazy--who is the kid from? Didn't your master teach you to be polite when you go out?"

Behind Xie Lin, the young disciples headed by Lu Rui gasped and took half a step back.

Yun Nianchen lowered his eyes and gave a soft "hmm".

"I haven't taught it before, it's probably too late, after all—"

Yun Nianchen raised his eyes abruptly.

A small sword appeared out of thin air, wrapped in a strong wind, pierced into the monk's left shoulder with lightning speed, and the huge force made him fly backwards, and hit the wall of the inn heavily.

boom!

A dent the size of a human was smashed out of the thick wall, dust rose up, distracting everyone's sight, and a slight bloody smell diffused.

Yun Nianchen didn't move a step, and his cold voice filled the ears of everyone present.

"He ascended many years ago."

"Uh..." Fly!Lift!

What is this concept?In this world, in this world of cultivating immortals, how many years have there been no monks ascending?

The dust slowly fell to the ground, and finally a timid monk asked tremblingly: "Senior, senior, you, are you—"

"Tianxing Xianmen, Yun Nianchen." Yun Nianchen said calmly, "People from Dongyuan."

Celestial Star Immortal Gate? ?what is that? ?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one had heard of this name.

"It's actually a senior of the Tianxing Immortal Sect, it's a disciple who has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai!"

Suddenly, two young disciples wearing standard brocade clothes ran out from the corner, stopped five steps away from Yun Nianchen, and saluted respectfully: "Before going down the mountain, the suzerain told us to wait, if we see the Tianxing Xianmen Senior brother, we must take care of him once or twice... I didn't expect that we wouldn't be able to recognize someone in front of us, it really shouldn't be."

Yun Nianchen glanced at the two of them: "Who are you two from?"

The little disciple didn't seem to expect that someone would ask such a question, so he glanced at each other and said, "Northern... Xuewu Peak."

"What, Xuewu Peak disciples? Who made them stand in the corner!"

"That's Xuewu Peak's standard brocade clothes... I wonder why no one greeted them."

"Is the Star Immortal Sect on good terms with Xuewu Peak today..."

"Xuewu Peak..." Yun Nianchen seemed to think about it for a while, and said after a long time, "Shi Baiyan?"

"Yes!" said the little disciple, "It's the name of my suzerain!"

"It's a friend." Yun Nianchen said, "If you want to follow, you can follow."

The two young disciples were obviously not accompanied by the seniors of the Xianmen, and their cultivation bases were not too high. They looked like they were in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. They were overjoyed when they heard the words, and ran towards Xie Lin and the others.

He never expected that he would be taken care of before they took care of the disciples of the Tianxing Immortal Sect. The two of them wanted to help, but they didn't understand the situation. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, so they boldly asked Yun Nianchen: "Senior, come here!" Is this here for staying overnight?"

At this time, there are still two or three days before the estimated opening time of the secret realm, and many famous immortal sects will choose to stay in Yangcheng.

One reason is that there are too many disciples to live in Lingxi Town; the second reason is to tell other immortal sects, "When I get here, I must share a piece of the pie."

They thought Yun Nianchen would do the same.

Unexpectedly, Yun Nianchen just said, "I'm looking for someone."

The two looked at each other: "Who are you looking for?"

"A disobedient master disciple."

These words sound calm at first glance, but the tone is a bit faint when you carefully taste it, as if there is a danger buried under the deep pool that others cannot hide, it makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

However, Yun Nianchen's tone was quite normal, and his expression and movements remained unchanged.

But Xie Lin shivered unconsciously, and he keenly noticed that the atmosphere at the scene had become a little awkward.

After all the pretense is done, it's time to find the steps to go down.He coughed lightly, and waved to You Yu who was left hanging aside: "Masters and uncles are here, hurry up!"

You Yu: "..."

He avoided Xie Lin's sight and ran back with a stinky face.

Yun Nianchen lowered his eyes, as if acquiescing that this "disobedient master disciple" is You Yu, said softly "hmm", and said: "Then let's go, go back to the inn."

"Don't go!!"

The monk who was nailed to the wall let out a heart-piercing roar. His entire left shoulder was bloody, and the weight of his whole body was hanging on the small sword in that wound. His eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and his voice was hoarse: "I still have Senior Da Neng behind me at Mirror Moon Villa. Waiting for them to come, waiting for them to come, I will definitely—"

I can't say anything after that.

A small frost-colored sword that was exactly the same as the shoulder was hanging in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his throat.

Yun Nianchen didn't even look back.

"Senior brother taught me to be a good person and not to fight and kill at every turn. I follow his teachings and save your life."

"But you, you can try to say one more sentence."

……

It wasn't until the group left for a long time that the small sword on the man's shoulder and throat disappeared.

Blood had stained half of the wall red.

"How can someone argue with a sword cultivator who can transform sword energy into a solid body? It's too lack of common sense, I say."

"This is what happens if you don't pay attention to the lectures in Xianmen—do you think that just practicing is enough? Theoretical knowledge must be solid!"

"Tsk tsk, the injury is really serious. I think that shoulder is crippled, and it won't get better if you don't warm it up for three months..."

"The Frost Sword Intent and the cold poison entered the body because of the mercy of that senior, otherwise, I don't think it will be able to raise it for a year!"

"It's miserable..."

"Deserved!"

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"Help, Master Uncle is so scary!"

"I didn't expect my uncle to be so bloody and violent to outsiders..."

"But it's the first time I've had such a great time as a disciple of the Heavenly Star Immortal Sect!!"

"But we usually jump around repeatedly in front of our master and uncle..."

Yun Nianchen was really just leading his disciples to pretend to be coercive. After reporting the name of the Tianxing Immortal Sect, he didn't know where he went.Because they brought more people back, they didn't go shopping anymore, they went back to the inn first, and re-opened the room for the two young disciples of Xuewu Peak.

You Yu...afraid that he would run away, so she arranged for him to stay in Youxi's room.

After that, several people got together and chatted about what happened just now.

After seeing them, Xie Lin felt a little scared, "..."

The whole journey of cultivation is going against the sky, and there are many difficulties encountered, and bloody violence is also the norm.

It's not that Xie Lin has never seen monks killing mortals at random. He has forced himself to change his mind many years ago, and now he can comfort this group of young masters and ladies who ran away from the family: "It's okay, little uncle should not He will be cruel to his fellow disciples."

"Even if we know, we will still be afraid." Lu Rui said here, and the subject changed, "Hey, but sword repair is really cool! Master uncle is so strong even if he doesn't have his own sword! When will I be able to practice like him? ! It can actually materialize the sword energy!"

Zhu Chengbi: "..."

She reminded: "I hope you remember what my uncle said at the end just now."

Lu Rui: "Which sentence?"

Zhu Chengbi: ""Be a good person, don't fight and kill" - this is Yao Guangjun's teaching, you have to remember it! "

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Sword cultivators and swords live together, if they can't abide by their heart, the more they practice, the easier it is to increase hostility.

There are also many examples of going crazy and killing innocent people indiscriminately.

Mr. Yaoguang should be very worried about his junior brother.

This idea was spinning in Xie Lin's mind.After talking for a while, after getting acquainted with the two Xuewu Peak disciples, it was late at night, Xie Lin left other people's room and went back to his own room.

There was no light in the room and it was very dark, but the monk had good eyes and ears, so Xie Lin felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the room.

There are people in his room.

Before he could think about it, the other party had already opened his mouth.

""Master Uncle"—why did you call it that just now? "

It was Yun Nianchen.

Xie Lin was stunned for a moment, the instinct cultivated by copying these days urged him to answer solemnly: "My cultivation level of Qi Refining Realm, it's too embarrassing for the Immortal Sect to grow up out of thin air."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and there was a short breath.

It seemed to be smiling, but as we all know, Yun Nianchen seldom smiles, so Xie Lin thinks it should be an illusion.

"You can probably chat with Senior Brother Yan."

Yan Pingran?

It's okay, I didn't say a few words, but I should still have something to say.

Xie Lin was thinking about it, when Yun Nianchen asked again: "In your heart, am I "Master Uncle" or "Little Master Uncle"? "

Xie Lin: "Is there any difference?" Aren't they all elders?

"There is no difference, but..."

But what, Yun Nianchen didn't say.

Xie Lin waited for a long time but did not wait for the other party to speak. He tentatively called "Little Master Uncle" twice, but found that the man had disappeared at some point.

Xie Lin: "..."

It feels weird.

In fact, he always called him by his first name in his heart.

Yun Nianchen.

It's a nice name, why don't you call it?

The author says:

Second watch, make up for Saturday;

I'm asleep, I'll make up for it tomorrow;

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There was a problem with my brain when I updated yesterday, I forgot to make a note;

The names of the passers-by in this chapter are all rolled out by me using the name picker. Any name collision is purely coincidental