Guide to the Empress becoming a God

What Rong Mochou said was true.

On the opposite side, Feng Xiaoyao was holding a sword in his arms, with a lazy expression on his face. Facing Rong Mochou's eloquence, Feng Xiaoyao picked out his ears, then lowered his head, and cast his gaze towards the Jiange seat.

Far away, Shen Yuyun had a smile that was almost the same as that of Feng Xiaoyao.

The meaning in the smile is clear: After so many years, the senior brother has not changed, it is not easy!
For communication, a look is enough, no words are needed, this is the tacit understanding cultivated.

Feng Xiaoyao withdrew her gaze and subconsciously landed on Yan Yan who was standing beside Shen Yuyun.

The pair of beautiful eyes hesitated for a moment, then smiled, and this time the two dimples on the cheeks were all exposed.

Probably because Feng Xiaoyao stood relatively high, the sunlight illuminated half of his face very brightly, and Yan Yan could see clearly.

The man's eyes are light brown in the sun, like cappuccino, with spring bubbles.

Even Yan Yan admits that Feng Xiaoyao is indeed good looking, but his good looks are different from Cang Hua's.

If Canghua is an elegant blue and white porcelain, Feng Xiaoyao is a fashionable and exquisite goblet.

It was the clumsy sword held in the crystal cup's hand because it was unusually wide, and the thick scabbard under his feet, which did not match his delicate appearance at all.

However, Feng Xiaoyao held such a heavy sword in his arms, but there was no sense of disobedience. On the contrary, it helped resolve some of Feng Xiaoyao's sense of alienation caused by his excessive beauty.

This sword brought Feng Xiaoyao closer to Hong Chen.

"Your second senior brother is lucky to use such a sword."

Yanyan said something subconsciously.

Shen Yuyun was puzzled, and turned to look at her: "Are you trying to say that Second Senior Brother's sword is ugly?"

Before Yan Yan could answer, Shen Yuyun frowned unhappily.

As long as the guy can fight, it's fine if it's good-looking, just take advantage of it.

"What's wrong with being ugly? You have to look good in everything. Look at Bi Cheng, the two kitchen knives are still dancing like crazy. You have such a bracelet or not, and a collar or not. You wear it on your arm, which is obvious. The picture looks good."

Yanyan rolled Shen Yuyun's eyes fiercely: "Hmph! Bi Cheng wants to use Mahalaka, but he can't use it!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Yan turned around and stared at Bi Cheng: "Throw away that big kitchen knife of yours some other day, don't use a kitchen knife, use a collar instead!"

Bi Cheng didn't dare to disobey Yan Yan, and quickly straightened his body: "Yes, Master!"

From behind came the uncontrollable laughter of the disciples of the White Mist Hall.

Bi Cheng scratched the back of his head, feeling a little aggrieved and confused.

Obviously it was Master who was arguing with Lord Shen, so why change his weapon?

While Yan Yan and Shen Yuyun were bickering, Rong Mochou had already regained the home court by relying on his nonsense skills.

The monks who had planned to leave just now were once again attracted by his words, and they all stopped to distinguish.

The main reason was that Rong Mochou posed a heavyweight and very convincing question.

Rong Mochou asked everyone in the audience: "With Feng Xiaoyao alone, can you break the barrier of my Changsheng Pavilion?"

As soon as this question was uttered, it once again set off a heated discussion in the audience.

Even the pavilion masters who have been paying close attention to Rong Mochou's movements and are ready to take action against him at any time were stunned by this question.

Rong Mochou was right in asking, the enchantment of Changsheng Pavilion was maintained by the owners of Tianbei Island in the past.

Needless to say, the previous few have passed away, but Wen Qiong, who has not yet abdicated and is still in the world, has a cultivation base that may usher in the thunder disaster at any time.

As for Feng Xiaoyao in front of him, no matter how high his cultivation level was, even if he stepped into the He Dao Realm, his cultivation level could not be higher than Wen Qiong's. How could he break through the barrier of Changsheng Pavilion with one sword?
Even if he visualized the phoenix being reborn from the ashes and cultivated into the phoenix fire, he would not be able to easily break through the barrier that Wen Qiong had strengthened himself.

Everyone's suspicious eyes fell on Feng Xiaoyao again.

Feng Xiaoyao was still in the same lazy posture just now, holding the sword, looked at Rong Mochou, and smiled meaningfully:

"Brother, do you know why you have always been inferior to our junior brothers in the cultivation of the righteous way?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Xiaoyao would ask this question in public.

Rong Mochou's expression fell instantly.

This is the deepest pain in his heart, the key is that he still can't refute this.

Because what Feng Xiaoyao said was the truth.

Except for Feng Xiaoyao in front of him, and Shen Yuyun whose spiritual roots were destroyed by him, even Geng Tong, who had always practiced idleness, almost caught up with him in later practice.

The cultivation level of the fourth child who is closed to death may have already surpassed him.

The fifth child who has been taking care of foreign affairs and neglecting Huizong, it was rumored a while ago that he is about to cultivate to the middle stage of transformation...

But he, as a senior brother, has been stagnant in the same place after so many years of cultivation, unable to move forward.

Sometimes even Rong Mochou herself wondered if this was retribution?
Heaven will repay him for destroying Shen Yuyun in such a decisive way back then?

It's a pity that he didn't learn the master's masterpiece "Plum Blossom Yishu", otherwise he could have a glimpse of the secret and see what kind of dilemma he got into.

But these are his own business.

Right now, it is his questioning field, and he managed to facilitate today's situation.

He must seize this opportunity to get everything he wants!
The ambition in the bottom of my heart burned Rong Mochou's heart again, and Rong Mochou yelled: "Haha! Feng Xiaoyao, your wolf ambition is finally revealed!"

"What do you mean by asking this? You want to accuse me of not having enough cultivation. I am not qualified to stand here and ask questions, let alone inherit the future suzerain of Tianbei Island."

After staring at Feng Xiaoyao's words, Rong Mochou once again cast her eyes on the many monks below, as well as the other pavilion disciples who had just come to watch the excitement, and suddenly laughed loudly:
"As we all know, Feng Xiaoyao's cultivation is the highest among my senior brothers in the Changsheng Pavilion. He never returns to the sect. When he came back today, he asked me this question in public. Do I need to explain his purpose?"

After finishing speaking, Rong Mochou turned her eyes to Feng Xiaoyao again, and smiled very gently:
"Second Junior Brother, why bother to think so hard?"

"If you want to ask about this Taoist altar, you just need to tell your brother, and I will let you."

Rong Mochou slapped herself heavily on the chest twice, and her voice became louder:

"And my position as suzerain, if you want, take it too!"

As soon as Rong Mochou finished speaking, someone shouted loudly: "Why!"

"Why should I give it to Feng Xiaoyao!"

Everyone cast their gazes over, the person who spoke was mixed among the elders and disciples of the Changsheng Pavilion, and it was unknown which disciple or grandson they were.

"Master works hard all day long on various matters on the island, even if his practice is delayed, it's normal."

"Second Martial Uncle never inquired about sect affairs, and once he came back, he accused my Master of various wrongdoings and forced my Master to hand over the power of acting head. Is it inappropriate for Second Martial Uncle to do so?"

This time it was Rong Mochou's big apprentice, a middle-aged monk who looked more than 40 years old.

When the middle-aged monk spoke, Geng Tong, who was standing not far from him, glanced at the man, and then looked back.

As soon as he turned around, Geng Tong saw his little disciple and grandson from the middle of Sichuan who he met when he was asking about swordsmanship that day.