How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 90 Be careful what Lao Deng says!
The night is full of stars, and the sky is high.

A full moon hangs on the top of the peak. Abandoned Sword Villa does not have a floating palace, nor does it build a fairy pool.

The main peak, Yuanshi Hall.

In the dark hall, there are wooden cases on display, only mats and couches, bronze oil lamps, and the eight-open door faces the pear wood plaque hanging high in the hall:

Kendo leader.

Among the famous immortal sects mentioned by Dayan, the main hall is so simple and unpretentious, like the mundane world, only the Abandoned Sword Villa.

Although the Yuanshi Hall is not gorgeous enough, the guests sitting in it at the moment are all town-level figures who stomp their feet and shake their feet three times.

"Dai Quan, I'll give you some face to call you Jiulongtou."

"If you don't give you face, if you call me a yellow-mouthed child, then you can only listen!"

In the hall, a deep voice exploded, and the meaning of targeting in the words was very obvious.

Sitting on the master was the old suzerain of the Abandoned Sword Villa with deep eyes. Although he was wearing a clean Taoist robe, his white hair was still scattered freely.

The one who spoke was an old man sitting next to him. This man was majestic in stature and full of aura.

He slammed the wine glass on the case heavily, with disdain on his face, he continued to reprimand:
"The Kyushu League is so majestic. If you ask for help, you should have the airs of asking for help. Don't show your set here, it's embarrassing!"

There are about ten or so guests here, all of whom are heroes of the famous sect, the so-called do as the Romans do, they have already dispersed their differences, and sat along the table like ordinary people.

Hearing this, he just drank silently and did not comment, watching the excitement quietly.

After all, in this year, there are not many people who dare to reprimand the leader of the Kyushu League like this.

Everyone glanced down at the seat. The middle-aged man with long hair hanging down his temples and a face like a jade slowly took a sip of wine. Hearing this, he only smiled subtly, and did not explode because of it.

This is one of the nine leaders of the Kyushu League, who is regarded as the number one sage of Yuzhou, the chess sage Dai Quan.

When he expanded to Yuzhou 300 years ago, he once fought a round of battles in January, and strongly defeated the head teachers of the three local sects, and was named the ninth leader.

This also shows the strength of the Kyushu League from the side, because this level of strength is enough to be the guardian of the top ten sects in Dayan, but it is only the last in the Kyushu League.

Dai Quan raised his eyes, his eyes were extremely calm.

His voice was somewhat respectful, yet neither humble nor overbearing.

"Quan, Weiming was supported by seniors before, so it doesn't matter what seniors want to call Quan."

"But the Kyushu League cannot be humiliated."

The burly old man sneered when he heard the words: "Can't you be humiliated?"

"The old man broke away from the shackles of the sect in his early years, and traveled all over the world. What is there to fear? You Kyushu League wants to make things difficult for the old man, just let the horse come here."

"The old man just can't understand that you Kyushu League do all the dirty things, and you still prefer to set up archways afterward!"

"Heh, even that shameful Duotianlou has a cleaner face than yours."

Dai Quan's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't pay any attention to it, because the old man in front of him was very famous in Zhongzhou and was called a mad saint. Although he was only a saint of casual cultivators, he should not be underestimated.

"The two seniors, and all the heroes present here."

Dai Quan cupped his hands and looked at the lord of the Abandoned Sword Villa:

"Quan came here today to celebrate his birthday without any intention of provocation. I just hope that the Abandoned Sword Villa will show respect and send a hero to participate in the sword-questioning meeting two years later to fill the last vacancy in the position of the emperor."

As soon as these words came out of the quiet hall, no one answered, and they all showed strange colors.

The Kyushu League has a history of more than 2000 years and is held every ten years. It was originally to expand the Kyushu League's prestige.

To this day, when there is no special opening of the secret cave, it is almost the only reference for Da Yanzhu Xingsi to evaluate the Qianlong list, which can be described as the most far-reaching genius dispute.

In the past 2000 years, the sword-seeking society has only been interrupted a few times. The most recent one was the battle against the Brahma Holy Land ten years ago, and the Kyushu League has also recuperated for many years.

Here, another elder from another sect could not help but ask:
"Kowloon head."

"Although the League of Nine Provinces is struggling to send a sage to fill the vacant place to open the Sword Asking Club, it has forgotten that the position of the sage comes from the Brahma Holy Land that you have destroyed. Why is this so?"

"Besides."

That's all he said, because it was a well-known secret that Burning Heaven Holy Land had good relations with Abandoned Sword Villa.

Abandoned Sword Villa does not care about world affairs, and almost never participates in this sword-questioning meeting. Now that the Fentian Holy Land is destroyed, it immediately wants to ask Abandoned Sword Villa to fill it up. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the strength of the Kyushu League.

Dai Quan smiled, stood up and bowed directly:

"Quan understands, but Quan has something to say."

"The grievances between the Kyushu League and the Brahma Holy Land have nothing to do with others. Now that the position of the Supreme Sect is missing, it can still be called this name. In fact, Dayan only has Abandoned Sword Villa."

Before he finished speaking, Mad Saint immediately interrupted: "Let your lord say these words in person."

Turning sideways, Dai Quan looked at Kuangsheng and said indifferently:
"If the leader comes, it will confirm the misunderstanding of the outside world."

He bowed his hands again to the old suzerain above:
"My Nine Provinces League has always respected Master Mieyuan. This time, I really sincerely invite you to come here. I will also make known to the world the fact that Abandoned Sword Villa participated in the Sword Asking Meeting, and rank it on the side of our League."

The mad sage wanted to say something, but the suzerain raised his hand and pressed it down.

The rest of the guests were also sitting upright. After all, although they were distinguished, the Mie Yuan Daoist in front of him was not on the same level as them.

Even Dai Quan's eyes froze, and he waited honestly.

The white-haired old man smiled, showing his broken yellow teeth:

"Boy, do you know where this is?"

"Back to senior, this is the Abandoned Sword Villa." Dai Quan felt a sudden palpitation, and hurriedly said respectfully.

The suzerain continued to speak, with a faint tone:

"Give up the sword, give up the sword"

"And how to participate in the Sword Quest?"

Dai Quan frowned, raised his hand and said: "Senior, you are joking, what you will ask about the sword is my Kyushu League's treasure of immortality, the luck of the Tianyan holy sword, which is the spirit of breaking the way that all monks are looking for hard. "

"Besides, if you can make it to the Hidden Dragon Ranking, you will be on the rise in at least ten years, and your future is boundless."

He paused:
"I have heard that there is a fairy in the Abandoned Sword Villa who has the appearance of a fairy, and you have accepted him as a personal disciple. According to your age, you can participate in this sword-questioning meeting."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance."

"Could it be."

Looking around, Dai Quan's voice seemed to be for everyone:
"The current world is in the Dayan Dynasty."

"Is there any force that is not in a hurry to cultivate inheritance?"

The mad sage had no worries and no worries, so when he wanted to sneer, he noticed that the old suzerain's expression became very serious.

And Jiulongtou continued:

"Although the imperial court sits and watches the world's situation, it looks peaceful on the surface, but in fact, the plundering fortune of cultivating immortals has been divided into five parts. Are there fewer and fewer geniuses in the sects?"

"Quan just has a truth that he wants to tell you. As for whether to tell it or not, it's up to you."

He squinted his eyes, squeezed out a white chess piece from his arms, tapped it in the void, and in an instant, a phantom of the battlefield that would destroy the world appeared.

"When the Heavenly Holy Land is destroyed."

"The reason why our alliance was able to break through its guardian formation very quickly."

"It was Dayan's Fulong Division who secretly helped."

As soon as this statement was made, the audience clicked their tongues, and everyone began to discuss whether it was true or false, and even Mad Saint frowned and thought.

The suzerain sighed softly, and looked at the great elder beside the mad saint.

The two closed their eyes tacitly, and the sports god Xintong began to communicate.

'Senior Brother, shall we go to the Swordsmanship Meeting? '

'It's not that I'm talking about you, Junior Brother, why do you still talk nonsense at such an age, if the old man dares to say no, that scoundrel will immediately run to another sect, believe it or not. '

'Brother, are you too used to him? '

'Alas, a genius in this world is too precious, he can make a fortune, he just asks me to be his apprentice. '

The Great Elder was ashamed and took a strategic sip of water:
'It's just that I didn't expect that the Kyushu League was also afraid of the imperial court. '

'.Speaking of it, the voice of the Mountain of Immortality is getting weaker and weaker, and the realm of self-cultivation has no master, but the imperial court is getting more and more powerful, so there will be big changes soon, and time will not wait. '

'Then we also have to fight against the court? '

'Not necessarily, wait, the old man suddenly has a plan! '

"What count?"

"Wait for the old man to verify it first, and then return to this kid from the Kyushu League."

Opening his eyes, Master Mieyuan's face was solemn, and his mouth was like the true voice of the Dao, and the clouds above the entire main peak were gently dispersed.

"Reconsideration!"

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Purple Cloud River.

Murong Jingyan was sitting under the bed, touching the cold black mud on her face, feeling it carefully.

And Zhu Huan'an got up and went to the stream in the backyard, knelt down and washed away the black soil stains with his hands.

at the foot of the mountain.

Gan Rong and Tang Chen were about to leave after exchanging greetings for a while, when they turned around and saw an old man with white hair in a mandarin jacket walking over at some point.

Master Mieyuan looked up at Zichuan, and he was sure that this was the Lingshan where the breath of one of his precious apprentices was.

He came here in a hurry just to confirm one thing about Murong Jingyan.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the two good-looking yellow-haired boys in front of him, especially the young one with lightly graying temples, and his expression suddenly became unfriendly.

"Where did you two come from, why did you run here in the middle of the night?"

Looking at the old man in the mandarin jacket, with his eclectic attire, haggard white hair and thin figure, Gan Rong thought he was a villager from Taohuawu on the other side.

To be on the safe side, he still smiled:
"Nothing, just come here, I will leave after waiting."

Master Mieyuan didn't buy it, he noticed something keenly, stepped forward and said:

"Who is a good man with several water bottles on his waist, what are you guys doing?"

Being questioned like this, Gan Rong's face suddenly turned ugly, while Tang Chen beside him couldn't stand it any longer.

After all, they are all the pride of the Kyushu League, and they always look at people with their chins when they walk outside. How can they be humiliated by an old melon farmer with a hunched back when they come to a banquet?
He immediately took a step forward, staring at the short old man in front of him:

"Old Deng, be careful what you say!"

"Don't be blind, you'll hurt yourself instead."

　Phew, sorry for the lateness

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