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Chapter 18 The mood is high and the head is in person

"Brother, do you still remember the way of refining your mind a few years ago?"

Baodangu, who had been silent all this time, spoke for the first time.

"How come you don't remember?"

After hearing this, not only Master Qingyu, but also the rest of the elders all nodded their heads.

That heart-training crisis also caused them a lot of headaches.

Finally thought of a solution, and went to prepare to seal the extraterritorial demon in fear.

It turned out that the other party had disappeared.

Just like this time, there was no trace of a fight.

Everyone was worried at first, but the demon had already escaped.

As a result, several years have passed, but it is still difficult to find its trace.

With the character of extraterrestrial demons who must retaliate, they have been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, and they have long hated Hua Yuzong. If they really escape, they will definitely not retaliate.

So there is only one possibility, he was also quietly eliminated.

Now that I think about it, the two things are somewhat similar.

"It seems that there is really a Mahayana patriarch in our sect, who is sitting in secret."

"Yes, it must be so!"

For a moment, all the elders couldn't help but cheer up.

Even Daoist Qingyu is no exception.

It's just speculation, but the possibility is high.

If it weren't for the seniors of this sect, how could it be possible to relieve Hua Yuzong from danger every time at a critical moment?
"Okay, even if it is a senior patriarch, since he is unwilling to show his face, we should not speak nonsense. This matter needs to be kept secret."

"In another day, I will personally go to the ancestor's ancestral hall to pay homage. No matter whether the old man can hear it or not, I must also express my feelings for the younger generation. Don't be rude."

"Yes, I would like to follow the sect master's law."

All the elders bowed and saluted.

"Then it's all gone!"

Master Qingyu got up after speaking.

But his face turned pale, and his figure shook slightly.

"Senior brother, you..."

"It's okay, the injury hasn't healed yet."

Master Qingyu waved his hand, indicating that there is no serious problem.

The head of Baodangu frowned slightly.

Among the elders, he is the weakest, but he is good at alchemy, and he is the most clear about medicine.

Among the crowd, the senior brother who was the head of the sect was the most injured, and the devilish energy left by the other party in his eight meridians was like maggots on tarsal bones.

It is by no means so easy to clear the ground.

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Ancestral Hall of the Patriarchs.

Waking up early in the morning, Lin Xiaoyao took a wooden bucket, a rag, and a broom, and started cleaning skillfully again.

Five years have passed, he has to do this every day, but he is still enjoying it.

He is so diligent that the deacon Shishu who is in charge of chores is a little embarrassed.

I have proactively asked several times if he wants to change jobs.

Lin Xiaoyao shook his head.

Naturally, he refused without hesitation.

Just kidding, looking at the entire Huayu Sect, is there any place that is quieter and less disturbed than the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall.

And here is still a place where you can sign in repeatedly, why do you want to change places?
So Lin Xiaoyao refused to speak up.

He bowed solemnly: "Thank you for your kindness, uncle, but the disciple's qualifications are dull, even if he receives another chore, the speed of cultivation may not be so fast."

"It's better to stay in this patriarch's ancestral hall. First, I'm used to it. Second, this is where the ancestors of the sect are enshrined. It is also a disciple's blessing to be qualified to clean this place."

The deacon uncle was full of praise.

Young people usually have an irritable temper, but he can be as calm as water. On the surface, he does not seek to make progress, but in fact he is very self-aware.

Such a state of mind is really rare.

It's a pity that the aptitude is too poor, it may be difficult to build a foundation, and Qi refining monks, even if they are free from disease and disaster, can only live for hundreds of years.

What Lin Xiaoyao didn't expect was that his remarks made him a little famous among the people.

Many people know that there is such a disciple who is willing to be lonely and sweeps the patriarch's ancestral hall without moving his seat, just like the ancient Buddha with the green lamp.

Some people laugh at him for being stupid, some people laugh at him for being stupid, and some people think he doesn't seek to make progress.

However, there were also people who liked him greatly.

After all, cleaning the ancestor's ancestral hall is notoriously a chore.

However, someone had to do it. Originally, everyone was pushing back and forth, for fear that it would be their turn. Now it's good, someone will do it for you.

Knowing that he was famous, Lin Xiaoyao was still very worried at first, he just wanted to be a little transparent in a quiet place, and he didn't want to draw attention to himself.

But it turns out that he was overthinking.

Although his choice surprised all the disciples, who would be interested in paying attention to such a senior brother with ordinary or even poor aptitude like him.

Not to mention not seeking to make progress.

So the heat will pass quickly.

Cultivating immortals is like sailing against the current, everyone is busy with their own cultivation progress, at most, when they hear about it, they discuss a few words, and then quickly forget about it.

This made Lin Xiaoyao heave a sigh of relief.

So, he resumed his peaceful life in the past.

Cleaning, signing in every day, when I have nothing to do, I just wander around, not contending with the world, seemingly not seeking to make progress, but I live a comfortable and peaceful life.

And the cultivation base is also increasing day by day.

Lin Xiaoyao is very satisfied with her current life.

Anyway, he will never go out easily if he has attained a cultivation level that matches the status of a sage.

After all, although I heard that the Huayu Sect is also a great sect of immortals, and its power is tens of thousands of miles away, this world is very vast.

Boundless.

In that farther place, the extremely far place that even the senior ancestors of our sect have never been to, God knows how many big bosses there are.

Lin Xiaoyao didn't know, and didn't want to investigate now.

Curiosity killed the cat.

He likes the peaceful life now and looks forward to checking in every day.

It can always bring me new surprises. Of course, there are often garbage that other cultivators regard as treasures, but I don't need them.

It's a pity to abandon it.

Such chicken ribs were all thrown into the system space by him.

This morning, Lin Xiaoyao was humming a song and cleaning the ancestor's ancestral hall.

Suddenly, he frowned.

Someone actually came to the ancestor's ancestral hall?

You know, except for some important days, the sect bosses will bring their disciples to worship, but usually, few people will set foot here.

Isn't it a monk?

What is the other party's intention?

But soon, Lin Xiaoyao knew that he was thinking too much.

The person who came was the Venerable Master.

True Qingyu!

Today doesn't seem to be a day for worship, what is he doing here?
Lin Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

However, his calm expression was quickly restored.

It was as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Of course, he also stopped humming.

The movement was quick, but very carefully cleaned in the ancestor's ancestral hall.

This was originally the work he had done for five years, so he was naturally very proficient, and when he was serious, he became even more meticulous.

Master Qingyu who stepped into the door saw it, and nodded involuntarily.

Although he handles major sect affairs every day, some small or complicated affairs are handled by his disciples.

But unlike ordinary people, immortal cultivators have a lot of energy.

So even he, by chance, heard an interesting trifle from the deacon nephew of the Miscellaneous Court.

(End of this chapter)