Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 12 Tianjiao
After a night of tossing, Luofu Mountain canceled the warning.

If there is no accident, the lost [Soil Pixiu] should have escaped from the gate of Luofu Mountain.

Luofu Mountain covers an area of ​​[-] li, with deep ravines and many places are even more barren, it is impossible to cover everything, it is inevitable that the mouse took advantage of the loopholes.

For this reason, the Luofu Ninth Academy specially convened disciples and held a meeting, requiring all monster hunters to strengthen their professional capabilities, improve their safety awareness, vigorously promote the spirit of guarding the mountain and penance, contribute their own strength to ensure the safety of the mountain gate, and contribute to the cause of conquering demons and catching monsters .

At the meeting, Xiao Chaoyuan, deputy director of Shanguiyuan, delivered an important speech.

"It's so cold today."

In the secluded prison, Li Mo was bored, and the light under his drooping eyelids turned like glass.

After the eight layers of inner breath were completed, his whole body was different. He stretched his waist and returned to his usual appearance.

"High-level meetings, [-]% nonsense." Feng Wannian grinned.

"Xiaofu is unlucky this time, I don't know what kind of punishment he will receive." Li Mo thought of Hong Xiaofu.

As a two-star demon catcher, he didn't even know that the demon he suppressed had escaped, and in the end he killed Senior Sister Lin.

Such guilt is at least dereliction of duty, and I am afraid that he will inevitably be punished.

"Unlucky? You didn't know he was lucky." Feng Wannian glanced at him.

"Huh!?" Li Mo's heart skipped a beat.

"What luck."

"He wandered around the West Mountain for a long time, but he didn't find Tu Pixiu, but he actually found a sword move left by [Black Sword]." Feng Wannian said enviously.

"The sword move left by Hei Jian!?" Li Mo couldn't help being moved.

In Luofu Mountain's history, there were only seven people who passed the Xuantian Pavilion examination and entered the Dagan state religion.

Among them, Black Sword [Ye Shizhu] is the last disciple of Luofu Mountain to enter Xuantian Pavilion.

He was a person 300 years ago, but he is known as the most amazing disciple in the history of Luofu Mountain.

After him, the disciples of Luofu Mountain have withered, and there has never been such a dazzling master.

"Oh my god, if it's really a sword move left by Hei Jian, then it's really bad luck." Li Mo couldn't help being speechless.

After Shenzong's extermination, the world's skills were scarce, and this sword move alone was enough for the sect to attach great importance to it.

"You guessed it right. I heard that the first members of the Ninth Academy gathered together to study for one night." Feng Wannian sighed.

Today's meeting is not only to raise the safety awareness of all demon hunters, but also Hong Xiaofu's commendation meeting.

It is a great merit to find the [Black Sword] sword move for the sect.

"This is riding a horse..."

Li Mo pouted, not knowing what to say for a while.

From this point of view, it seemed that Shen Yimen was the only one who was injured in the end.

"As expected of Hong Xiaofu." Li Mo sighed.

As he spoke, he stood up, walked out of the prison, and looked outside the mountain gate.

"Today is already fifteen, it stands to reason that Tianjiao should come to honor me." Li Mo murmured softly.

Among the ghosts he released, the monkeys in Houshan were the most brutal and the ants were the most obedient. They would come to visit Li Mo on the fifteenth of every month and offer treasures or ghosts.

"I'll go to meet you." Li Mo couldn't wait.

The treasures brought by Tianjiao have never disappointed him.

……

In the deep mountains and deep swamps, on the winding plank road, there was a sound of trampling horseshoes.

"Senior brother, there doesn't seem to be any great sects in Longyuan Mansion."

On the horseback, Luo Shuixian couldn't help curling her mouth and looking aside.

She has a delicate figure and a bright appearance, but she is a beautiful scenery in this barren and remote mountain.

As a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion, who has lived in the capital for a long time, it is really uncomfortable to come to this kind of place unexpectedly.

"There seems to be a sect nearby..." Long Jianfei pondered for a while, as if thinking of something.

"By the way, Luofu Mountain is nearby."

"Luofu Mountain!?" Luo Shuixian's face was full of bewilderment, as if he didn't have much impression.

"Nowadays, Luofu Mountain is not very famous, but 300 years ago, this sect produced a remarkable disciple." Long Jianfei said in a deep voice.

"Amazing?" Luo Shuixian chuckled.

In front of Xuantian Pavilion, no one in this world can afford these three words.

"Defeated Sword!" Long Jianfei slightly parted his lips and spit out two words.

"Defeated sword? This is...have you never defeated anyone else?" Luo Shuixian laughed.

"Defeat the sword of the world!" Long Jianfei's eyes froze.

"Huh!?" Luo Shuixian's expression darkened, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"That's crazy."

"Although he is arrogant, he has capital. Perhaps it is because of the taboo of many people that this name has not been passed down..."

Speaking of this, Long Jianfei paused for a while before saying: "Perhaps you have heard of his other name."

"Black Sword!"

"It's him!?" Luo Shuixian turned pale, and a trace of deep suspicion flashed in her eyes.

Almost all Xuantian Pavilion disciples have heard of the prestige of [Black Sword].

300 years ago, that young man with a long sword on his back walked into the capital city and Xuantian Hall alone.

At that time, who would have imagined that this ordinary cold clothes in a barren village would become famous all over the world in the future and earn such a vicious reputation.

The black sword god front has been inserted horizontally in the Xuantian Pavilion [Shentong Hall] so far, and no one dares to plunder it.

"That kind of existence actually came out of this poor mountain valley?"

Luo Shuixian swallowed involuntarily, and finally knew where she had come.

"Brother, do you think there will be any students from Luofu Mountain shortlisted for this selection?" Luo Shuixian couldn't help asking.

"Probably not." Long Jianfei said casually.

"Yizong's good luck created a monstrosity like Heijian...Since then, Luofu Mountain has withered, and there has never been a decent disciple." Long Jianfei said lightly.

This time he came out with the elders in the hall, it was a ceremony to assist in the selection, and he was passing by by chance when he walked from here.

In the preliminary preparations, Luofu Mountain was not the main gate of the Xuantian Pavilion.

call...

At this moment, the good horse neighed and its hooves trampled. Long Jianfei reined in the reins violently. Looking up, a huge rock was lying across the plank road, blocking their way.

This boulder seemed to be rolling down from the mountain, and it was as high as a small building with five or six floors.

"Brother! Let me come..."

Luo Shuixian was eager to try, and his right hand couldn't help but land on the long knife on the horse's back.

The boulder in front of him weighed at least fifty or sixty thousand catties, and even if he was a monk and had cultivated his inner breath, it would not be easy to shake it with bare hands.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, Long Jianfei frowned, and his eyes froze into a thread.

At this time, he realized that there was a child sitting cross-legged in front of the boulder, about five or six years old, wearing a red bellyband, with two braids on his head, swinging like beards.

At this moment, the little guy angrily took out a large handful of sugar pills from his pocket, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed vigorously.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up, stretched out his hands, and hugged the bottom of the boulder firmly.

"Hahaha... kid, get out of the way, you can't move this Big Mac." Luo Shuixian couldn't help laughing.

In the mountains and fields, even children's brains are not very bright!
rumbling...

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling noise, and the boulder, which weighed [-] to [-] jin, was actually lifted up by the child.

(End of this chapter)