the first god

Chapter 294
"Hmm." Immortal Chongyang was quite satisfied with his attitude, nodded and ignored him, stared at his embarrassed disciple and snorted coldly: "You have retreated for 30 years but still understand that you have not been promoted. Because of the ninth rank? Go back and think about it carefully, how long will you be the 'No.1 under the ninth rank'!"

Zhu Long was scolded by his master in public, and he didn't dare to refute a single word. A majestic eighth-rank immortal, he was so ashamed that he wished he could dig a hole in the ground on the spot.

Immortal Chongyang has a hot temper, and he knew that he had said too much as soon as he said it, so he calmed down and said: "I am worried for you as a teacher, and your aptitude should not stop at the eighth rank. Forget it, both of you go back and calm down." Just be quiet."

Liu Xinxin and Zhu Longgong retreated out respectfully. They didn't feel really relieved until they left the Zungong area. The robes on their bodies were soaked in cold sweat unknowingly. Be honest and retreat, and dare not go out to cause trouble for a long time.

After the two left, the atmosphere in the hall was not relaxed, but became more depressed.

The Great Elder looked coldly at the three juniors below, a man and a woman, and said sternly: "Your juniors are truly terrifying, you juniors won a few fights and you think you are invincible? Why don't you treat my Qixia sect as your own descendants?" In the garden, you can hit as much as you like?!"

Hengzhi had expected that their succession in the limelight would provoke a backlash from the three major sects. Before that, he tried his best to make friends with Su Baozhai and Xian Lingzong in order to eliminate the possible hostility from the other party. They compete in the same field.

On the Moon God Tower, he, Heng Er, and Yu Qing were not incapable of ascending to the fourth floor, but he chose to stay on the third floor after considering all aspects, because he didn't want to be too conspicuous.

But for the Qixia faction, he has no choice. The conflict between Ma Yunteng and Ma Shi of the Qixia faction is too deep, and he will face it head-on sooner or later, especially after learning about the situation of Ma and the Qixia faction. The more he can get the attention of the top Qixia faction, the safer he will be.

Therefore, not only did he not stop Ma Yunteng's certain behaviors, but he secretly encouraged and supported them.

He bet that with Ma Yunteng, Ma Shi was not willing to turn his face completely.

Of course, if the limelight is too much, you still have to suffer, such as now...

Chengzi is okay, the elder knows her details, and he doesn't bother to deal with him, but Ma Yunteng and Hengzhi feel the huge pressure hitting them like waves, the fierce cold air Even Ma Yunteng felt unwell for a while, let alone Hengzhi. In just a few breaths, a layer of hoarfrost formed on his temples and eyebrows, and his face became as pale as paper.

But neither of them backed down, they still gritted their teeth and stood upright.

Ma Yunteng found that the balance was not right, and first reached out to grab his arm. The two fought against the enemy too many times, and almost immediately drove their mana to form a small water magic circle, blocking the first wave of attacks.

But the second wave of attacks came in an instant...

When Chengzi realized something was wrong, she wanted to make a move, so Master Wan took her by the arm and shook his head slightly.

Cheng Zi knew in her heart that the Great Elder was determined to persuade them today, not to let the Great Elder make such a fuss, and they didn't know how much trouble would be waiting for them in the future.

Most importantly, there is Lingyun faction behind them!If it provoked the wrath of Thunder from the Great Elder, it would be easy for them to destroy Lingyun Party.

They can't take the risk!

Fortunately, Chengzi also knew that no matter how angry the Great Elder was, he would not kill Ma Yunteng and Heng Zhi on the spot, so she could only watch and wait until the Great Elder felt calm.

If the strength is not as good as that of a human being, that's the only way to do it.

The endless icy waves kept pounding Ma Yunteng and Heng Zhi. They seemed like small rocks in the huge waves, and they were about to be annihilated by the huge waves in the next moment, but when the waves receded, they still remained Stand where you are.

After a full cup of tea, even Chongyang Immortal could not help admiring these two young people. Such a huge pressure, even if replaced by Guwan Immortal, might not be able to completely resist it. It was possible to hold on, but they joined forces to hold on until now, which can be called a miracle.

The Great Elder also nodded secretly, but what he was going to do today was not to test their bottom line, but to establish their prestige. After such a delay, they finally overwhelmed them, and the deterrent effect was not strong enough.

So he acted decisively and suddenly activated coercion, increasing the attack power against the two by ten times. Ma Yunteng and Heng Zhi vomited blood at the same time, and both fell to the ground.

The Great Elder restrained his breath, and said calmly: "How does it taste?"

Ma Yunteng wanted to say something, but Hengzhi stopped him with his eyes. They were indeed not as strong as others, so there was no need to ask for trouble for a little bit of tongue, especially because their every move here represented part of the attitude of the Lingyun faction.

If the Lingyun Sect had a gap with the three major sects, and they couldn't join the Xuantian Sect, they would easily become the first batch of cannon fodder sacrificed in the battle between the two sides.

Ma Yunteng understood the pros and cons, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.

"You all go, you come with the deity." The great elder was full of prestige, pointing to Ma Yunteng, stood up and went out of the hall.

Ma Yunteng swallowed a few elixirs, stood up slowly, shook his hands at Cheng Zi and Heng Zhi and said, "It's okay, you guys go back first." Then he followed the elder.

So Wan Xianjun smiled at Cheng Zi: "Don't worry, little girl, it won't be a bad thing."

Chengzi looked at Ma Yunteng's back that was drifting away, nodded silently and did not speak. She was not worried about Ma Yunteng's life, but she was more worried that the elder would blackmail Ma Yunteng with her secrets and safety.

She didn't want Yunteng to be wronged a little because of her.

Without saying a word, the Great Elder led Ma Yunteng forward slowly on the corridor of the empty palace.

Ma Yunteng watched his footsteps from behind, there seemed to be a magical rhythm, echoing the nature of the world, every step fell on the most ingenious and suitable position, unhurried, the flow of true energy in the body seemed to be flowing Attracted by this unique rhythm, he has a feeling that his whole body seems to have merged into the surrounding environment, turning into the breeze, the sun, and nothingness...

The maids and guards who were in charge of cleaning on both sides of the corridor seemed to be lost in this magical rhythm, and they didn't even notice that their supreme lord was walking past them.

Unconsciously, Ma Yunteng's footsteps became the same as those of the Great Elder. The two were separated by seven or eight feet, but they seemed to have merged into a whole inadvertently.

Ma Yunteng didn't know how long he had walked, and he didn't even remember the path he had walked, until the old man in front suddenly stopped and said, "Here we are."

He was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, but when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he no longer knew how to describe his mood.

There is a low fence in front of it, and unknown wild flowers are swaying in the wind under the fence. Behind the fence is a small yard covered with green grass. Several hens and chicks are pacing leisurely on the grass, clucking from time to time.A thin quilt hangs on a simple piano stand.

There is a water well not far from the piano stand, and there are two half-person-high water tanks beside the well. In the shadow of the water tanks, a yellow soil dog is lying on the ground and flicking its tail bored.

In the yard is a simple hut with blue tiles and gray walls, three or five small pickled and dried animals are hung under the eaves, and homemade curtains covered with floral flowers flutter in the breeze.On the right side of the yard is a small fish pond with a radius of several feet, sparkling, and fat fish can be faintly seen occasionally churning and splashing.

Ma Yunteng stared blankly at the familiar scene in front of him, his nose was sour, and he almost shed tears on the spot.

He had seen this scene countless times in his dreams, and almost all the good memories of his childhood happened in this scene.

He seemed to see himself, who was only two or three years old, running and playing on the grass in the yard, laughing loudly at the chicken and dog jumping scene he created, and then knocked over the piano stand in great joy, and washed and aired the quilt that his mother had washed Ripped to the ground.

Then the mother heard the noise, came out and saw him holding his head and puffing his mouth to cry, angry and funny, she picked him up and wanted to spank his ass.

At this time, Dad will come out to rescue him quickly, and then promised to re-wash the sheets to make atonement for his son.

Ma Yunteng stood there in a daze, as if he could hear his father's hearty laughter and his mother's gentle coquettishness in his ears, but all these quickly dissipated in the breeze, and the scene in front of him was still the same, except for him who had grown up, and Mu Ran The silent elder, his parents are gone.

Ma Yunteng took two steps, reached out and gently pressed the low wooden door in the middle of the fence. The rough wooden texture is so real, everything in front of him is not an illusion!Ma Yunteng was startled and completely returned to reality.

Such a scene should never appear in Fuli Tangzun's Palace of Worshiping the Moon.

This real home only belonged to their family of three. It was far away in the southwestern border. He went back to visit it many years ago, and it had already been razed to the ground. Why did it reappear in this place?
He slowly moved his gaze to the Great Elder, waiting for his answer.

The Great Elder just said: "Your comprehension is very good, but you have comprehended my method of practice in a short time. Cultivation is not just about sitting and retreating. It is natural to coincide with the mystery of heaven and earth."

In his opinion, Ma Yunteng's understanding can no longer be described very well, it is simply against the sky!He has also taught other members of the Qixia sect this method of performing exercises, but even his biological father Ma Zhennong, who is as talented as Ma Yunteng, took three days to fully comprehend it, but Ma Yunteng spent only a few minutes here. Within [-]% to [-]% comprehension.

On weekdays, a cultivator like Ma Yunteng would be able to get advice from a late-stage Ninth-Rank Immortal Monarch, and he would definitely memorize it carefully, but now, his mind is not on this at all.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, the Great Elder's ecstasy also cooled down a little. This kid has good aptitude and understanding, but both father and son have the same virtue, and they are nostalgic for these worthless things.

"You hold your breath and go in and wait for a while, then you will understand everything." The Great Elder dropped these words, turned around and walked away.

All the furnishings in the hut were as they were in memory, clean and tidy, but it seemed that something was missing. Ma Yunteng walked into his small room like a ghost.

The small piano bed that he slept in when he was a child was put aside, and the wooden shelves by the window were piled with all kinds of odds and ends, such as wooden cows and wooden horses, piano swords, small bows and arrows, etc., all made for him by his father when he was a child.

When he was young, he felt that his father was an omnipotent fairy, no matter what he wanted, he could easily "change" it.

Ma Yunteng stared at these things for a moment, then turned and walked into his father's study room. There were not many real books in the room, and there was another set of small desks next to the big desk, which had all the four treasures of the study room, one size smaller than the ones used by normal people. .

These were specially made for him when Daddy taught him how to read.He remembers very clearly that every morning his father would hug him, open the book and patiently teach him how to read.

After their family was brought to Ma's Manor, Dad had to go to the back mountain to retreat alone for his mother and him, and he had no time to accompany him to read and play like before.

Every time the family of three met, they came and went in a hurry. Dad said that when he was promoted to the ninth rank, the family would be able to live happily together like before. But what they were waiting for was the news of Dad's death...

The old home suddenly reappeared in front of him, and Ma Yunteng was in a state of confusion. He didn't know what the "everything" the elder said meant, and he didn't dare to guess. He could only sit quietly in the room and wait for the answer to be revealed.

The footsteps with a special rhythm approached from far away, and Ma Yunteng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He could feel that it was not the footsteps of the Great Elder... Who could it be? !

He clenched the Phantom Immortal Crystal hanging from his waist, and couldn't help but hold his breath for fear that someone would startle him away.

The wooden door on the fence was gently pushed open and then closed. Footsteps soon came to the front of the house. The door was pushed open, and a tall and handsome figure appeared in front of Ma Yunteng.

The appearance of the visitor was very similar to that of Ma Yunteng. He looked less than forty years old, and a few strands of white hair on his sideburns added a bit of maturity and vicissitudes to him.

Except for those few strands of white hair, this is exactly what Ma Yunteng remembered about his father.

The phrase "Father" almost blurted out, but Ma Yunteng's throat suddenly felt as if it was blocked by burning coals, and he couldn't utter a word, he just stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes.

Surprise, disbelief, doubt, resentment, bewilderment... All kinds of feelings come to my heart at the same time, even a person like Ma Yunteng with a firm heart and a stone heart finds it difficult to control himself.

The magic fairy crystal sent by the demon fox was very powerful. Before Ma Zhennong opened the door, he didn't even notice that there was someone in the room. The two father and son faced each other suddenly, and they stayed in place for a moment and forgot how to react.

After all, Ma Zhennong was more experienced than Ma Yunteng, and soon came to his senses.

The son suddenly appeared here, no need to ask, it was the masterpiece of his second uncle.

He hasn't figured out how to face his son and get his understanding, but the matter has come to this point, even if he turns around and leaves now, it's too late.And if he leaves, Ma Yunteng is afraid that he will hate him to the bone.

"Yunteng..." Ma Zhennong took two steps forward, his fingertips trembling slightly, trying to control his urge to step forward and hug this only flesh and blood.

Ma Yunteng calmed down slowly, and the eyes he looked at Ma Zhennong gradually became very cold. He could already clearly feel from Ma Zhennong's breath that he was the mysterious black-clothed man he had seen several times before. Xianjun.

(End of this chapter)