Bai Yueguang's stand-in cries all over the realm of comprehension

"Sister Lu!!"

"Brother Qiyue!!"

At the entrance of the Wuxiang Sect, Ke Tang stretched his neck to look through.

The moment he saw Jiang Yanlu and Qiyue, the fatigue he had been waiting for for a long time disappeared. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he raised his arms and waved at them vigorously.

"Here!! I'm here!!!"

Ke Tang rushed to Jiang Yanlu and Qiyue who had just landed.

When he went up, he gave Qiyue a bear hug.

Qiyue crossed his arms, glanced at the person with his arms wide open and rushed toward him with his dark eyes, and snapped his fingers calmly.

Black demonic energy lingered in the young man's fingers.

Ke Tang suddenly disappeared from in front of him, and then randomly moved to the huge obsidian pillar engraved with thunder spell runes. He hugged the obsidian pillar and had a close contact with it.

Suddenly there were dark clouds overhead.

The next moment, a bolt of silver-purple lightning struck across the sky.

With a click, it landed on the obsidian pillar that reached into the sky.

The thunder spell runes on the rock pillar began to shine.

Between the lightning and flint, a violent current instantly rushed into Ke Tang's body.

From your heels to your hair.

Before Ke Tang could react, he twitched twice with a blow-out hairstyle, followed by a puff of thick smoke, and fell to the ground on his back.

The dark clouds overhead disappeared and the sky became clear again.

Jiang Yanlu glanced at Ke Tang on the ground, and then looked at the two obsidian pillars standing next to the sect not far in front of them.

The four big words above are particularly conspicuous - No touching.

Jiang Yanlu: "..."

She turned her head and glanced at the perpetrator silently.

Qiyue looked innocent.

He also didn't expect Ke Tang to be teleported here randomly.

It's Ke Tang's bad luck, no wonder him.

Even with this thought, he still threw a pill bottle at Ke Tang.

The elixir bottle fell accurately into Ke Tang's hands.

Qiyue said: "Take it."

The electric shock generated by the obsidian pillar looked scary, but it was actually not bad, but it was not life-threatening.

Ke Tang slowly got up and opened the elixir bottle, and a spiritual fragrance of elixir came out from the mouth of the bottle.

He suddenly became energetic and poured out a round and plump elixir from the elixir bottle.

The blue red lines flashed in the sunlight.

Ke Tang took a breath.

This is an eighth-level elixir for treating internal injuries!

Eighth-level elixir!

Even his father might not be able to get it easily!
Looking at the valuable elixir in his hand, Ke Tang instantly understood.

"Brother Qiyue, I understand. You must want to give me an eighth-level elixir, but you can't find a reason to do this."

Qiyue: "???"

Ke Tang continued his analysis: "With the life-long friendship between you and me, why should we be so inseparable? Just give it to me, and I won't want it."

Praying: "..."

He said expressionlessly: "Give it back to me."

Although the eighth-level elixir is not a valuable thing to him.

But he really didn't want to listen to Ke Tang's brainstorming.

It is necessary to come back.

Ke Tang originally planned to treasure this elixir carefully and use it later when his life was in danger.

However, after hearing Qiyue's words, he immediately stuffed the elixir into his mouth.

He has been with Qiyue for so long, and has even been alone with him countless times, so he has some understanding of his character.

No joke, Qiyue can really do something to get the elixir back.

The medicine pill melts in the mouth.

Ke Tang covered his mouth, his voice muffled in his palms: "It's gone, it's gone."

The effect of the elixir is immediate.

Ke Tang now has no injuries in his body except for his hairstyle that is upturned. Even the hidden wounds left earlier have been healed.

He was relaxed.

The first time Shen Lancheng came over from Silent Moon Sword Sect, he saw Ke Tang's new hairstyle.

His first reaction: "Were you struck by lightning too?"

Ke Tang was surprised: "Yeah?"

Shen Lancheng nodded: "Jian Yuquan is often struck by lightning."

Jian Yuquan always looks like this after being struck by lightning. He has seen it several times and is very familiar with this hairstyle.

And he also developed the ability to judge the strength of thunder based on the number and hardness of his hair.

Although this skill is very useless.

But it's enough for fun.

Ke Tang curled his lips and immediately arranged his appearance: "Don't compare me with him."

He is also very ambitious!
Jiang Yanlu asked: "Why did your Wuxiang Sect place two pillars engraved with thunder curse runes here? You don't have any defensive measures, so aren't you afraid that someone will accidentally touch them and get hurt?"

Although it won't hurt your life, it will still cause some harm.

Ke Tang said: "I'm afraid, so it's engraved with 'no touching' on it."

Jiang Yanlu: "Isn't this unnecessary?"

Ke Tang shook his head: "No, my father said that this is an important criterion to test whether they abide by the sect's rules."

It says don't touch it, but if you insist on touching it because of your stubbornness, you are asking for it if you get struck by lightning.

Jiang Yanlu: "..."

This answer was something she had not expected.

She nodded and said respectfully, "Your Majesty is indeed wise."

Most people can't think of this method.

While talking, Ke Tang took Jiang Yanlu and others into the Wuxiang Sect.

The threshold for talisman cultivation is high.

The Wuxiang Sect's requirements for accepting disciples are more stringent than those of other talisman-cultivating sects.

Moreover, Talisman cultivators are not as handsome as Sword cultivators in a fight, and there are far fewer monks who practice Talismanism than sword cultivators.

Therefore, there are relatively fewer disciples of Wuxiang Sect than sword cultivators of Taixuan Sword Sect.

The area and mountain peaks occupied by the two sects are almost the same.

In addition, Fu Xiuguang has no way to make money because the sword cultivator has to raise his sword.

It can be clearly seen that the quality and level of life of Wuxiang Sect disciples is higher than that of their sword cultivators.

You can see it from above the residence.

Leaving aside the outer sect, in the inner sect of Taixuan Sword Sect, except for a few direct descendants who have their own independent courtyards, the rest of the people live in double rooms, four-person rooms, or five-person rooms.

Most of the disciples of the Wuxiang Sect have their own independent courtyards. Even if they don't, they are rooms for two or three people.

As the son of the leader of the Wuxiang Sect, Ke Tang is usually approachable and gets along well with his fellow sects without any arrogance of the second generation of the sect, but he still has some power to dominate the sect.

For example, arrange several residences on the peak where he lives.

Of course, all these had been prepared before Jiang Yanlu and the others arrived.

Ke Tang opened the door: "You will stay here temporarily for the next few days. If you need anything, just tell me. You will treat this place as your own home without any restrictions!"

Jiang Yanlu raised his eyelids and said without any courtesy:
"Since I regard this place as my home, can I go wherever I want to at home?"

Ke Tang choked up and said: "Other places are fine, but we are not allowed to enter some of the forbidden areas of our Wuxiang Sect."

Jiang Yanlu said "Oh": "I don't want to go anywhere else. I just want to take a look at your Wuxiang Sect's Sutra-Tiding Pavilion."

Ke Tang breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out I want to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It's an easy matter. I'll take you there next time." Jiang Yanlu stretched out his hand and placed a set of small Liuren on the pads of the other four fingers with his thumb. The last place it landed was the tip of the index finger.

Not a good sign.

But so what?
Your destiny is in your own hands.

Anyway, this calculation is for Ke Tang to see.

Jiang Yanlu's expression remained unchanged, and his thumb jumped to the tip of his middle finger very naturally.

The calculated results are now better.

She nodded with satisfaction and went straight to the topic:

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, so let's go now."

……

When several people went to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion, they passed by the Wuxiang Sect's fusang tree.

Jiang Yanlu slowed down and his eyes fell on this prosperous tree.

Rich spiritual energy emanated from above, and many monks were practicing around it.

It was very similar to the original scene of their Taixuan Sword Sect.

Ke Tang followed Jiang Yanlu's gaze and looked over.

There was a lot of uproar some time ago when the Taixuan Sword Sect's hibiscus tree was uprooted.

Fortunately, the voice was quickly suppressed and did not spread more widely.

The low-level monks who are far away from the Taixuan Sword Sect don't know about this, but it doesn't mean that Ke Tang doesn't know about it.

He had been holding back in the sect these days, and his curiosity had already reached its peak during this period, so he asked:

"Sister Lu, what happened to your sect's hibiscus tree? It's so good, why do you want it to be pulled out suddenly?"

Jiang Yanlu did not hide the abnormality of the hibiscus tree:
"It has been absorbing spiritual energy. The spiritual energy in the world of cultivation is becoming increasingly scarce, which is inseparable from it."

Shen Lancheng was surprised: "Is this tree a living thing? Can it also absorb spiritual energy?"

He often practiced under the hibiscus tree during this period, but he didn't feel anything at all.

Jiang Yanlu shook his head: "The tree itself will not absorb spiritual energy. What really absorbs spiritual energy is the formation under the fusang tree."

Ke Tang rolled his eyes:
"So, there is a formation absorbing spiritual energy under the hibiscus tree in our sect?"

He was about to leave: "I'm going to tell my father and ask him to pull up the hibiscus tree in our sect and see what happens below."

Jiang Yanlu grabbed him and said, "There's no rush."

After all, it's not the sect he belongs to.

They still don't know what's underneath the formation.

How could someone from the Wuxiang Sect be put in danger?

So the best way is to break the formation under their sect first, and then decide whether to notify other sects.

……

The Wuxiang Sect's Sutra Pavilion contains a vast array of classics on formations.

Compared with the more basic formation books in the Taixuan Sword Sect's Scripture Collection Pavilion, the formations recorded in the books here are obviously much more advanced and mysterious.

The surging desire for knowledge in Jiang Yanlu's heart almost broke through his heart.

With bright eyes, she plunged into the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.

……

Sect Leader Ke knew about Jiang Yanlu on the day he came to Wuxiang Sect.

He actually planned to meet Jiang Yanlu that day.

The people sent by Naihe all arrived at the Sutra Pavilion, but were driven back by his eldest son.

The people who came back conveyed Ke Tang's words to Sect Leader Cui exactly as they were.

"Sister Lu is practicing the magic circle technique in the Scripture Storage Pavilion. Dad, please don't disturb Sister Lu. If you are really anxious, why not practice for a few days. When Sister Lu comes out of the Scripture Storage Pavilion, I will bring her to find her. you."

Sect Leader Ke: "..."

Fine.

I waited for several days.

A few days later, the closed separate reading room of the Sutra Pavilion finally opened its door.

Qiyue and Ke Tang, who were guarding the door, turned back at the same time and saw the girl's figure gradually appearing in front of them.

Qi Yue took a step forward, his dark eyes falling on Jiang Yanlu's pale face, his eyes full of concern: "How do you feel?"

He stayed outside and felt several times that Jiang Yanlu's sea of ​​consciousness was on the verge of collapse due to excessive use of his consciousness.

Every time at this time, he had the urge to open the door and go in.

But every time he put his hand on the door, the severe pain in his consciousness began to weaken.

Qiyue had no choice but to slowly take his hand back.

He trusted Jiang Yanlu and knew that she would not destroy his sea of ​​consciousness just because of a formation.

But trust and nervousness and worry are not in conflict.

Jiang Yanlu's eyes sparkled: "I know how to break the formation!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes and fainted.

Qiyue quickly raised his hand to take the person into his arms.

Ke Tang was startled at the side: "What's wrong with Sister Lu?"

Qiyue picked her up from the waist and said, "I was too tired and fell asleep."

……

Jiang Yanlu slept for three full days.

Sect Master Ke finally saw Jiang Yanlu in the front hall of Wuxiang Sect three days later.

Not only did I see Jiang Yanlu, I also saw Qi Yue.

The moment he saw the other person, the old man who was sitting in the armchair suddenly stood up.

Mozun!

The Demon Lord is here too!
He and Qiyue had met before, but it was still when Qiyue used the identity of "Xie Qi".

Needless to say, Qiyue's disguise was really good. When they were so close, he didn't realize that he was a demon.

In the blink of an eye, I thought it was because Qiyue's picture was too confusing.

There are few people in the Demon Realm who are so good-looking, Qiyue is an exception.

His attitude towards the Demon Lord is almost the same as that of the master of Taixuan Sword Sect.

You Qiyue saved Ke Tang's life time and time again, and saved the lives of their Wuxiang Sect disciples.

He is not ungrateful.

It is absolutely impossible to do anything like turning against others.

And even if he has the heart, he doesn't have the strength.

Qiyue could crush him to death with one hand. He had finally lived to such a long time, so there was no need to live with his old fate.

The leader of the Wuxiang Sect immediately gave Qiyue and his wife a seat to watch the spiritual tea.

Ke Tang also followed.

Sect Master Ke looked depressed, and for a moment he didn't know whose son Ke Tang was.

He put away the look on his face and took the initiative to ask Jiang Yanlu:
"How is your sect's hibiscus tree doing?"

Jiang Yanlu did not say that the real hibiscus tree had been blown up long ago. He only said:

"After the sect master and Elder Yin Zheng moved the hibiscus tree back that day, it grew again."

The leader of Wuxiang Sect asked again:

"I heard that there have been frequent intrusions by evil spirits in Taixuan Sword Sect recently. What's going on now? If you can't resist it, our sect will send people to help you."

The news of the Taixuan Sword Sect being punished by Heaven also reached the Wuxiang Sect.

But its authenticity is questionable.

Jiang Yanlu said immediately: "Thank you to Sect Leader Ke for your concern. The evil spirits have basically been eliminated. The disciples have also found the people who told lies about punishment from heaven to disrupt the world of cultivation."

The leader of Wuxiang Sect asked: "Who is it?"

Jiang Yanlu: "The man wearing the silver mask."

The leader of Wuxiang Sect frowned: "Why is it him again?!"

(End of this chapter)