forget the river mirror

Chapter 155 This Brother Shouldn't Stay Long
Mirror Profound Realm, Pingluan Academy.

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The idea of ​​"opening another door" lingered in Lin Chuan's mind, so much so that Yan Wushuang's later words were all ignored by him.

Before Jiang Luo came back, Lin Chuan responded with a few "hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", back to his dormitory first.

As soon as he entered the room, Lin Chuan sank into the altar.

Inside the altar, Ling An finally stopped quarreling and began to work together on how to manipulate shadows.

Ling made a huge searchlight, and An, like a dancer, competed with his own shadow under the light.

Lin Chuan sighed helplessly, ignored the two idiots, and sat down by the lakeside of Spirit Darkness, and began to sort out the things to be done in the near future.

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In two days, the secret realm of the academy will be opened, and the students of this year will enter to compete for rankings.

At this time in previous years, the Pingluan Daily must be full of speculation about the list of freshmen, but now all the students' attention is attracted by the murder of Senior Sister Li Yueru.

In Kyushu, life is actually the cheapest thing, whether it is a monk or a commoner.

It is normal for casual cultivators to kill and seize treasures. Even disciples of the same sect may lose their lives for no reason because they failed to keep their hands during the sparring.

Not to mention the general public, if you really meet those evil cultivators, maybe everyone in a village will meet again in the soul streamer.

The death of a person is actually not a big deal, it can attract the attention of the whole academy only because of Li Yueru's special status.

Even if he is a member of the three religions, as long as he enters Pingluan Academy, he can be regarded as a half-student of the Great Master, not to mention that Li Yueru was accepted as a disciple by Elder Dong and became a half-student of the Wuji Sect.

One life offended the two top forces in the world, even if Lin Chuan and the others did not act, the murderer would not be able to get away with it.

It's just that as disciples of the Wuji Sect, Lin Chuan and the others couldn't ignore Li Yueru's death and wait for the result, but wanted to contribute more.

Moreover, Lin Chuan is still not sure whether Zhu Li's words are true or false, so asking Liu Zheng to issue a distress order is the safest way at the moment.

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Inside the altar, Lin Chuan asked Ling to organize his analysis into a dossier and send it to Xiao Zuo. By the way, he also asked Ling to bring the idea of ​​opening another door to Xiao Zuo.

One person counts short, Xiaozuo's more than 800 minds are not in vain, how can he count on a martial artist who has been with Lao Huang for two years in such matters as solving a case.

Seeing Ling easily pass through the barrier, Lin Chuan sighed with some regret.

Since Xiao Zuo also opened the altar, the number of times he and Xiao Zuo met in the altar can be counted on the fingers, and even the daily communication has become sparse, and the two of them have tacitly kept a distance from each other.

At first, Lin Chuan was not used to it. It felt like the transparent barrier in the altar separated him from Xiao Zuo. In addition, he encountered too many things here, so he naturally neglected to communicate with Xiao Zuo. AC between left.

But it didn't take long for him, a slow martial artist, to realize that this transparent barrier is not an obstacle between them, but a protection of their bottom line.

Because with the improvement of his cultivation base, he also vaguely felt the consequences of the broken barrier. Presumably, Xiao Zuo should have understood this a long time ago, so he intentionally kept his distance.

"When that day comes... am I still me?"

Lin Chuan murmured in a low voice, then shook his head, and got rid of all these troublesome things, and then teleported to the bronze door of Limai, and began to think about how to open the door from the inside.

Looking at the fire-attribute spiritual power rushing out from behind the door, Lin Chuan suddenly felt that he, the closed disciple, was a fake.

Before Jiang Luo entered the sea of ​​qi, Wang Chen had already started to teach her the experience of cultivating in the realm of the gods, and the young monk who was born with the sea of ​​qi got the true biography of Master Yi Nian early on.

Only Lin Chuan went from Jue Ling to Qi Hai in a daze, and the only trump card was figured out by Ling An.

But this is actually not to blame for Wu Tian. The old lunatic never thought that Lin Chuan would be able to awaken his spirit so quickly, and because of the sky mirror, when the Taoist body descended, he only mentioned a few words, and he couldn't be like Wangchen. Just like Master Yi Nian, lay Buddhists taught their disciples by ear and face to face.

It's just that Yan Wushuang and the second senior sister who Lin Chuan has never met are the same. Wu Tian's education method for his apprentices has always been free-range.

The original words of the old lunatic are: the roads traveled by the predecessors have their ends, and the road that they have blazed is the fairy road.

Anyway, it is impossible for Wu Tian to admit that he is simply too troublesome...

Lin Chuan just complained to Master silently in front of the bronze, and left the altar without staying too long.

According to the elder brother, this door can only be opened from the inside at the He Dao state, that is to say, with his current cultivation base, even with Xiao Zuo, there is no way to open the door with brute force.

Rengui has self-knowledge. Lin Chuan feels that it is more reasonable to leave it to Xiao Zuo to use his brain. As for himself, it is better to take advantage of this time to practice for a while.

After all, Xiao Zuo's cultivation speed is too slow, and the aura lakes across the two sides of the altar can only be steadily expanded by Lin Chuan's cultivation.

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Xuantian City, Pingluan School Grounds.

Just when Lin Chuan started practicing, Liu Zheng followed Jiang Luo's instructions and used the sect's distress order.

A splendid beam of light rose from the school field into the night sky, and at the same time as the beam of light rose, a voice full of grief and indignation spread throughout Xuantian City.

"The same sect died in Pingluan Academy! Liu Zheng, a disciple of the Wuji Sect, asks the sect to uphold justice!"

"Please ask the sect to uphold justice... Please ask the sect to uphold justice..."

Whether it is the students in the half-empty academy or the freshmen who have not yet entered the sea of ​​​​qi and stayed in Xuantian City, everyone was attracted by the sound echoing in the night sky, and they ran out of the room one by one. He stared at the soaring beam of light in shock.

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"That's the order for help from the Wuji Sect!"

"Is this the Promise Sect..."

"The coercion in that beam of light is comparable to that of the Great Master!"

"It's just the death of a disciple who hasn't formally started yet, and there's such a big battle. Liu Zheng is a lunatic... really arrogant."

"The grapes are the sourest if you can't eat them. It doesn't matter if you are a lunatic or a fool. Who wouldn't want to enter such a sect..."

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The beam of light of this distress order looked majestic, but it was actually intended to frighten the enemy. The real messages were sent directly to the tokens of the elders of Wuji.

In the early years, the monks were no strangers to the Wuji Sect's distress order.

At that time, the Wuji sect was the enemy of the whole world, and the disciples of the sect were all iron-headed children. When traveling, they wished to have the four words "people of the Wuji sect" engraved on their foreheads.

Therefore, they will be besieged at every turn, but Wuji disciples of the same level are desperate to fight. Opportunity to attack.

In the end, elders from other sects would always be provoked to intervene.

The bottom line of the Wuji Sect is that the big can't bully the small, so every time they meet a high-level enemy, these disciples of the Wuji Sect will throw out the call for help without hesitation, as if they have been beaten with chicken blood.

At that time, the Wuji Sect will let those elders who made the move understand what it means to bully the small with the big. Not to mention that old lunatic Wu Tian, ​​even an existence like the ancestor of Wuji has many records of personally ending it.

Afterwards, the monks all knew the wicked rules of the Wuji Sect, so they restrained the disciples and tried not to provoke these lunatics unless they were sure to kill them instantly.

Moreover, after the appearance of Tianjing, the Wuji Sect also began to restrain the disciples, and made them start to hide their identities when they were cultivating their hearts in the world of mortals.

Kyushu ushered in a rare period of peace.

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After receiving the call for help, the tokens of the elders began to ring non-stop.

"Liu Zheng? The little martial artist who got close to my second child?"

"The person died in Pingluan Academy, is the Great Master not in the academy? Or is he deliberately partial?"

"Don't make unreasonable remarks about the existence of Guiyi Realm, inform the ancestors, the Wuji Sect has been quiet for a long time, and now anyone dares to tease the tiger's beard."

"Boundless fucking Shou Buddha! Brother Yi Nian has gone to the Demon Land, but it must not be his precious lump that has an accident! You can contact the ancestor, I will go first!"

In a sect like the Promise Sect, there are very few elders who can bear their temper and stay in the mountain gate with peace of mind. Except for "homeboys" like Lao Huang, even the most indifferent Master Yi Nian will always go for a walk on the Demon Land .

So most of the elders are traveling around Kyushu, and when they see injustice, they will take care of it, and when they meet evil cultivators, they will kill it...

The cultivation base of these elders did not rely on closed-door cultivation, otherwise the Wuji Sect would not be called the madhouse of Kyushu.

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On the other side, a golden light also flashed in the mansion of the Great Master of Pingluan Academy.

The great master who overlooked Yong'an City in the Zhaixing Tower directly tore open the void in front of him after receiving the news, and returned to the academy

"Elder Dong, come in."

The heavy wooden door opened without wind, and Dong Dongdong, who had stood outside the door for half the night, walked in with a blank expression on his face. The Great Master, shrouded in golden light, still couldn't see his face clearly, but Elder Dong clearly felt a kind of helplessness. mood.

"The request for help was issued a little hastily. I'm afraid I will be laughed at by Wuji."

Elder Dong looked directly at the Great Master surrounded by golden light, and said word by word:

"The Wuji Sect never jokes about the lives of disciples. This is the academy of the Great Master, and the Great Master is asked to tell who the murderer is. I, the Wuji Sect, will bear all the cause and effect."

"One life is not worth the face of me and Wuji. After the competition, I will give you an explanation."

Master Da Guo's tone was flat, he waved his hand, and sent Elder Dong out of the room. A Heavenly Formation Master in the Dao Realm had no room to resist, and was sent back to his mansion just like that.

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At the same time, in the city lord's mansion in Yuncheng, Nalan Yi got up from the spacious bathtub, waved an embroidered robe, and covered the white and graceful body.

At this time, the City Lord's Mansion is full of greenery, and it has lost its solemn atmosphere. On the contrary, it is because of the luxuriant vegetation that it has a lot of vitality.

Looking at the three bright moons outside the window, Nalanyi slowly stretched out his palm, allowing a sapling to grow in his palm, until the sapling withered, he said softly:
"Uncle Fu, come in."

The door opened without wind, Mu Qingfeng bowed his head, walked in very respectfully, and said with some concern:

"Miss, that tribe was born..."

Nalan Yi suddenly clenched his palm, and the sapling in his palm turned into green light flakes and floated into the night sky.

"Oh, in their eyes, I'm just a target. Since they use my name to commit crimes, it's the right way to die, but I have to trouble Uncle Fu to go there personally, don't let the people underestimate me I wait."

Looking at Nalan Yi's indifferent eyes, Mu Qingfeng felt very uncomfortable. The little girl who followed him every day and kept calling "Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu" has grown up and carried a family of people on her back. The rise and fall of survival.

Although this is a great thing for the Yaozhi clan, Mu Qingfeng still wants to see that carefree young lady...

"...don't worry miss, I will take care of it."

Mu Qingfeng pondered for a while, but gave up the idea of ​​comforting Nalan Yi, and bowed to accept his orders.

This is the mission of the Nalan clan, what he can do is to try his best to solve the lady's worries and problems, instead of useless consolation.

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Because of Pingluan Academy, Xuantian City has gathered eyeliners from various sects.

That night, all forces received information about the Wuji Sect's request for help. Some were gloating, some were anxious, and some were indifferent.

However, the Tianjiao sent by various forces did not know about the big event that happened in Pingluan Academy, but all of them were gearing up, preparing to step on which "abandoned children" in the academy in this competition and make a name for themselves.

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"Sister, why don't we go back to the palace, why come to participate in this competition? Anyway, we are also the direct blood of the royal family, competing with these courtiers... I'm afraid it will make people laugh."

In the luxurious carriage, Qin Ziyin hugged Xiaolu Ling Dianwu, and complained lazily.

Originally they had already passed through Xuantian City, but Qin Wanrong asked the Huben army to escort the ashes of the little princess and the two princes first, but Qin Wanrong returned to Xuantian City with him.

"Have you been beaten stupid in your mind?"

Qin Wanrong shaved her younger brother's scalp, and explained in a hated way:

"Who told you that we are going to participate in the big competition. As a prince, you have no ambitions, but you must know how to protect yourself. Every year in the Pingluan big competition, many talents will emerge. Even if these people can't be recruited, they can You can have a good relationship with them.”

"Oh, I thought my sister couldn't let go of that Lin Chuan and wanted to go to Pingluan Academy to inquire about the news. I heard that there is a Wuji disciple named Liu Zheng who has become the biggest thorn in the freshmen..."

The more Qin Ziyin talked, the lower his voice became, and Ling Dianwu in his arms suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly got into the space of spiritual pets.

The Twelve Princes, who didn't know the door, turned their heads a little stiffly, just in time to meet Qin Wanrong's indifferent eyes...

Soon, Qin Ziyin's screams sounded in the carriage, and Qin Wanrong now had only one thought:
"This brother should not stay for long."

(End of this chapter)