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Chapter 50 Master She Is Peerless in the World ([-])

After being shocked, he calmed down.

The Seventh Elder's deduction is not unreasonable. As long as Mozun is willing to let the cultivation world go, all crises can be resolved, but this is almost impossible.

Suzerain Baichao took a deep breath, turned around solemnly and told the disciples behind him: "Go to Qingyanzong and invite the three people mentioned by the seventh elder to Baichaozong, and say that the suzerain has something important to discuss. If others are coming, there is no need to stop them."

"Yes, the disciple takes orders."

Changming Peak.

The moonlight covered the mountain with a layer of tulle.

A wave of the long sword was like a dragon singing and a phoenix screaming, the air vibrated, and the white plums falling from the treetops were cut by the blade.

After finishing the last set of sword skills, Nan Tian put away the long sword and carried it behind his back. He was about to turn around and go to the side hall to rest when he saw the man who followed them up the mountain today push open the gate of the Changming Hall.

The young man paused and asked subconsciously: "Senior, it's getting late, what can you do with Master?"

Lin raised his head to look at the young man, just smiled and didn't speak, he silently closed the door in front of the young man.

Looking at the candlelight coming from the Changming Hall for some reason, Nan Tian felt very uncomfortable in his heart, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, the young man frowned and went back to the side hall.

Inside the hall.

The woman sitting on the cold bed slowly opened her eyes, looked at the man walking towards her and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Benefactor, I don't have a room, so I'm here to sleep." Lin replied honestly to the woman's gaze, as if he was talking about today's weather.

Shen Changming's temples twitched violently. She got up from the cold bed and faced the man: "Your cultivation level is at least as high as that of a Golden Immortal. Do you still need to rest?"

"Don't you need it?" The man froze.

"Do you need it?" Shen Changming stopped in front of the man and narrowed his eyes, "I am more curious about whether you are really stupid or fake?"

"Can't I sleep here?" Lin's face was full of bewilderment. He followed his benefactor since he woke up, subconsciously thinking that following his benefactor was the right thing to do.

The carved door of Changming Hall was suddenly smashed open by something from inside, and then quickly closed.

Nan Tian heard the movement and hurriedly opened the door to look, just in time to see the man in white getting up from the ground in a state of embarrassment, suddenly Nan Tian felt that the depressed mood just now was much better.

After brushing off the dust on his body, Lin looked a little aggrieved at the closed hall door, sighed softly and found a seat on the platform of the main hall.

The benefactor is really fierce, but it is, after all, the benefactor is very strong, and it is not so difficult to understand if he has a bad temper.

Hyacinth.

It is located in the extreme south of the cultivation world.

According to legend, Baiguiku was not called Baiguiku more than 1 years ago, but a prosperous fairy city. Later, more than 6 people in the city died overnight due to the attack of the demons.

Later, it became a ghost town, and no one dared to come.

The ghost city peeled off and collapsed in the wind and sun, and the grass and thorns were densely covered, so there was Hydraqua.

Because Baiguiku's resentment is too deep, ghosts and ghosts are rampant here, ordinary people dare not go there at will, and cultivators disdain to come to such a filthy place.

The boots stepped on the dry grass, the black robe swept the weeds, and the silver mask glowed with a cold light.

Walking in front of a broken wall, the man in black raised his robe and knelt down. He took out a jug of wine from his waist and poured it along the wall. The blood in his eyes slowly faded away until they turned into a pair of dark and deep eyes.

"Master, Senior Brother, Senior Sister, how have you been all these years?"

"I haven't seen you again for 5000 years. Lin misses you very much. This time, Lin will settle all old and new hatreds with everyone one by one."

"Master, Lin is not filial. He failed to become your pride as Master wished, but instead became a demon that everyone fears."

"The real world is unpredictable."

As he said that, the man chuckled, leaning against the dilapidated brick walls and drank the remaining wine. Facing the bright moonlight, the light in the man's eyes didn't know whether it was tears or the bright moon in the sky.

"Lin'er, you have to be fast with your sword, and you have to be full of momentum, just like you and the big brother grab chicken legs every day. If you are slow, it's not throwing chicken legs, but fate, you know?"

The old man stroked his beard with a smile and looked at the disciple who only reached his thigh.

"Understood, Master!" The child frowned and replied in a childlike voice.

A few young men and women standing beside them touched their noses subconsciously, but they didn't expect the master to know that they were secretly bullying the younger brother.

It's just that everything seems to be hard to find perfection.

Later, he was as proud as an old man, and his waist, which had not been bent for tens of thousands of years, still bent down for his apprentice.

The old man lowered his head slowly in front of the entire cultivation world, and knelt down on the gravel with a plop, his old voice trembling and humble.

"Old man, I beg you to let Lin'er live. He is just a child, and it is not his fault that he has the blood of the demon race!"

"Don't you just want my Xuanmen to give you an explanation? This old man is willing to die instead of Lin'er! I will send him back to the Demon Realm, and never step into the Realm of Cultivation!"

"I swear by my demons, Lin'er has never harmed anyone!"

(End of this chapter)