After the sect was destroyed, the whole continent relied on me to ascend

Chapter 11 Master and Disciple Now and Past
Sanqing Pavilion is located in the deepest part of Yuxu Sword Sect and at the highest peak of Wanjian Mountain Range. It is surrounded by steep cliffs, poisonous fog and evil beasts. It is difficult for mortals to reach. There is a pavilion in the mountains, waterfalls and streams, lakes and deep pools, surrounded by water vapor. Take clean water to clear your heart. It means purity, hence the name "Three Purities".

Luo Jiuqiu had come here secretly more than once, and even the black shadow beast she summoned many times after her rebirth was originally captured from the poisonous mist outside Sanqing Pavilion.

The moment you step into Sanqing Pavilion from Yunfu, the clouds clear, the fog disperses, the ice and frost linger, and the water vapor evaporates.

Yunfu, who came looking for his own breath, stopped by a cold pool.

The shadow in the pool grew larger, and a body with frost slowly floated up. It looked exactly like Yunfu, but it was lifeless, like a puppet.

This is indeed a puppet. When a monk reaches a certain level of cultivation, he can transform himself into a puppet.

Yun Fu raised his hand and waved, and the puppet's body floated into the air, slowly dissipated, and actually turned into ice mist and floated into Yun Fu's body.

In the blink of an eye, Yunfu finished absorbing it. He closed and opened his eyes, and his eyes, like the cold frost in a cold pool, gradually gathered a little spiritual light.

Luo Jiuqiu secretly said "Oh no", knowing that the other party had regained his memory.

Luo Jiuqiu turned around and was about to run away, but was surrounded by the leader and four elders of the Yuxu Sword Sect who had just arrived.

Sect leader Sima Yong smiled gently and harmlessly, but the sword in his hand was buzzing faintly, ready to be unsheathed.

Chu Zhiyi and the other four elders had impatient expressions on their faces, evil smiles in their eyes, and they drew out their swords, eager to try.

Sima Yong and others did not behead Luo Jiuqiu, the witch, on the spot, but because they felt that their ancestor might want to do it himself.

There was black mist between Luo Jiuqiu's fingers, and the ferocious beast was looming. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the bloodthirsty red light flashed in his eyes, and he was also eager to try.

At this time, a hand stretched out, with slightly cold fingertips, and grasped Luo Jiuqiu's pulse gate, and the black mist dissipated in an instant.

Luo Jiuqiu lowered his head and glanced at this hand. The bones were well-proportioned, slender and beautiful.She had secretly watched it all night, and she had also been stabbed through the heart by the owner of this hand.

Luo Jiuqiu slowly raised his head, looked at the owner of his hand affectionately, and said affectionately: "Husband..."

As soon as he said "husband" out of his mouth, Yun Fu's next words were heard back.

Yunfu said: "Since you are my flesh and blood, then become my apprentice."

Luo Jiuqiu: "..."

Sima Yong, Chu Zhiyi and others: "..."

The air is quiet and the atmosphere is eerie.

Except for Yunfu, no one is calm.

Sima Yong asked tentatively: "Ancestor, there is your puppet incarnation in this cold pool. Have you not digested it yet?"

Luo Jiuqiu asked: "Are you really sick?"

Yun Fu rubbed his slightly sore forehead, glanced at Luo Jiuqiu, his eyes were deep and cold, and said quietly: "Be a disciple or a corpse?"

"Ah."

Luo Jiuqiu sneered.

Yunfu's face was expressionless, and his ice-like eyes moved to Luo Jiuqiu's neck.

So, do you need to say it?
Luo Jiuqiu grinned, covered his face with one hand, slowly clenched his fist and then released it, raised his head and wiped his forehead where veins were popping, and called out with sincerity: "Master, you are my master!"

"Yes." Yunfu nodded, patted Luo Jiuqiu's head, and acted as he pleased like an owner patting a puppy. He then turned to the stunned Sima Yong and others and said coldly, "What's wrong with you?"

Something happened, of course something happened!

Sima Yong and others felt that the sky was falling and the earth was cracking, and their eyes became dark for a while.

The nightmare hadn't died yet, but she had invaded the palace. The ancestor didn't want to kill her, but he still accepted her as his disciple?Lies that are full of obvious errors and omissions. One of them is not serious, and it doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not. The other is that it doesn’t follow common sense.

It’s outsiders like them who suffer!
Chu Zhiyi nodded frantically and opened his mouth to speak, but was given a mouthful of frost. When he tried to open his mouth again, he felt stiff all over, his throat hurt so much, and his mouth was so glued together that he couldn't even open his mouth even if it tore his skin.

Sima Yong's whole body was about to burst. With blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, he shook his head with difficulty and said tremblingly: "Disciple congratulates our ancestors on getting a good disciple. Disciple will go down and announce to the whole sect."

After saying that, he bowed down respectfully, his long sword turned into a soft whip, and he suddenly wrapped around the four junior brothers who were still trying to struggle and resisted, and ran away.

Luo Jiuqiu looked at their backs, raised his eyebrows, and wanted to run with them, but he was reluctant to let go of Yunfu. Yunfu was seriously ill at the moment, and it might be a good time to kill him and torture him.

Luo Jiuqiu sighed sincerely: "Master, I really love you, Master."

Yunfu's heart skipped a beat, and his forehead hurt even more. He reached out to hold a cup of cold tea as if nothing had happened and hummed.

Luo Jiuqiu: "..." What do you mean? You can't tell that I'm farting, right?

Just after leaving the Sanqing Pavilion, the four elders of the Yuxu Sword Sect all spat out a mouthful of old blood with frosty air.

Blood seeped into the ground, and ice crackled and spread.

I can finally speak.

Chu Zhiyi opened his mouth and kept talking: "Sima Laojiao, you are so spineless! You allowed that witch to deceive the ancestor?! It was obviously the witch herself, how could it be the flesh and blood of the ancestor? And the witch We haven’t seen each other for 600 years, but my magic power is so high! It’s so cruel to block my mouth and prevent me from speaking! You’re such a treacherous senior brother and you still want to announce it to the whole sect! Aren’t you afraid that everyone in the whole sect will stab you to death with a sword! You have no idea The backbone of the soft-footed shrimp!"

"boom!"

Sima Yong used the scabbard of his sword to fly away the chattering Chu Zhiyi.

The remaining three elders looked at each other and began to attack Sima Yong.

"Old traitor, ah no, senior fellow sect leader, how can you help the evildoer? That witch can't stay!"

"Old traitor! My ancestor must have not yet digested the puppet, and his memory is confused. We must keep our ancestors innocent and secure!"

"Senior brother, you're an old traitor! That enchantress is even more evil. We must ask the abbot of the Taisho Temple to take her in! Let her go to hell as soon as possible, and she won't be allowed to be reincarnated. She will never die again!"

Sima Yong was so quarreled that she had a headache. She sent the other three junior disciples away without discrimination. She resisted the urge to vomit blood and lectured: "Idiots, don't you have any brains? Even if you are a monk, how can you come back from the dead casually? Luo Luo. The witch naturally has her own quirks. You and I can't act rashly. Besides, the one who just started to seal you and me is obviously our ancestor, okay?"

Chu Zhiyi and the others choked in their throats and spat out a mouthful of old blood again, but refused to admit that their ancestors behaved like crazy. They firmly believed that Luo Jiuqiu was the one who did it.

Who would have thought that at this moment, a cold command came from the void: "Show it to the world."

Sima Yong staggered, he naturally understood what his ancestor meant.This is in response to what he said before about announcing the entire sect.Obviously, the ancestors felt that it was not enough.

Sima Yong swallowed a mouthful of old blood in his throat and answered with difficulty.

Chu Zhiyi and the four of them lay on the ground, not wanting to get up at all.

They all agreed that their ancestor was poisoned, and the poison was called "Luo Jiuqiu".

(End of this chapter)