Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Fourth Life, Retreat

Hua Wudao: "..."

Really don't want anything.

Hua Wudao was speechless and calm on the surface, and glanced at Xiao Yuan'er.

He said without blushing and heartbeat: "You will surpass Gong Yuandu in your future achievements and become the first cultivation genius in the ages... A genius like Gong Yuandu seems a little wasteful in front of you."

How could Hua Wudao not know Xiaoyuan'er's cultivation talent.

At the level of Xiaoyuan'er, it can no longer be described by talent.

During the time in Motian Pavilion, Hua Wudao also tried to observe these apprentices.

It doesn't matter if you don't observe it, and it can't be explained if you observe it.

These disciples of Motian Pavilion, not to mention hard work, are progressing faster than other practitioners.

One-sided wood is born, and Hua Wudao has the most say.

Duanmusheng is competitive and strong. In order to break his Liuhe Daoyin, he will ask him to learn from him when he has nothing to do...

...

Xiao Yuan'er was elated when she was praised, and giggled, "Am I so good?"

"nature."

"When I get better in the future, I'll try your Liuhe Daoyin." Xiaoyuan'er said, "Help you improve the Daoyin's defense."

Hua Wudao: "..."

Duanmusheng didn't care about this, but asked, "Does Gong Yuan have an eight-leaf cultivation base?"

Hua Wudao said in an uncertain tone:

"probably……"

"It seems that this decisive battle is inevitable." Duanmusheng sighed.

Hua Wudao also nodded: "The barrier of Motian Pavilion is getting weaker and weaker... It is not suitable for fighting. I think that the wilderness of a hundred miles north of Jinting Mountain is very suitable for fighting."

Huayuexing followed:

"It's really a good place to find... The northern wilderness is also suitable for watching. If you can see this epic battle... This life is worth it."

How many people want to watch high-level battles,

But suffering from no chance.

Many cultivators with high comprehension often gain insights from watching the battle and make breakthroughs.

For them, it is also an opportunity.

"No... how do you get here?" Duanmusheng scratched his head.

"..."

Pulling and pulling, he began to find a battlefield for the master and his old man... This brain circuit is really strange.

Hua Wudao smiled awkwardly and said:

"Tell me about the five rats..."

"Yes, yes... five rats."

"No matter who killed Wushu, he was helping Motian Pavilion! Well done! We don't need to worry about who killed it." Hua Wudao said.

"Elder Hua is right." Duanmusheng nodded again.

Speaking of which.

Zhou Jifeng's voice came from a distance——

"Elder Hua, Wushu is dead, what about Baochanyi?"

Hua Wudao: "..."

What's the matter today... It's finally the pavilion master's turn to retreat, and he can show off his elder demeanor. Net is some dismantling.

"That's right... I almost forgot. The question of the eighth junior brother must be suppressed by Bao Chanyi." Duanmusheng patted his forehead.

"This……"

Hua Wudao showed an even more embarrassed expression, "Now it seems that someone may have murdered someone and stole Bao Chanyi."

Zhou Jifeng said: "Mr. Eight's situation cannot be delayed for too long."

Hua Wudao frowned slightly, pacing back and forth.

From time to time to look at the East Pavilion.

Unfortunately, there was no movement in the East Pavilion.

He was lost in thought.

During this time, he was also thinking about why the disciples of Motian Pavilion had such problems in cultivation. It was only later that I realized that this might be a pit that Ji Laomo deliberately left in order to suppress the apprentices who had not left.

"Would you like to ask the pavilion master?" Zhou Jifeng said.

"No." Xiao Yuan'er said, "Master said when he went in, no one is allowed to approach this time! I've been living in the East Pavilion during this time..."

As Xiao Yuan'er spoke, she walked across from everyone, stretched her arms, and made a gesture to block everyone.

This is no way.

The master speaks.

Naturally they dare not trespass.

What's more, there are lessons learned.

If it is committed again, the consequences will be serious.

Just when everyone was at a loss...

"Elder Hua, someone put this thing at the foot of Jinting Mountain."

The crowd looked away.

I saw the object that the female nun was holding in her arms - Bao Chanyi.

Everyone was surprised.

Hua Wudao asked, "Who sent it?"

"It's an ordinary person in Tangzi Town..."

"How can ordinary people find Baochanyi from the five rats? It's impossible." Duanmusheng said.

The female cultivator continued: "Mr. Hui San, that person said that a woman in white clothes and white hair asked him to send Bao Chanyi to Motian Pavilion..."

White clothes and white hair?

Xiao Yuan'er blurted out: "Sixth Senior Sister?!"

Only Ye Tianxin fits this characteristic best, and only she has the motive to help Motian Pavilion.

Everything is clear.

Duanmusheng sighed and said, "It should be Sister Six. Presumably, Sister Six's cultivation has almost recovered. With her cultivation, it is not difficult to take down Wushu. Besides, Wushu is already injured."

The crowd nodded.

Unexpectedly, it would be Ye Tianxin, the sixth disciple of Motian Pavilion.

It is a pity that she has been expelled from the division and is no longer a person from Motian Pavilion.

Why does she do this?

Do you want to go back to the Magic Heaven Pavilion?

Everyone looked at the East Pavilion at the same time... the only one who could make a decision.

...

At this moment, Lu Zhou is immersed in the new insights brought by the opening of the book of heaven.

It feels so amazing...

He can clearly feel the wind and grass around him, but he feels that everything is still.

To be precise, he could not feel the passage of time.

This feeling is so comfortable that Luzhou doesn't want to end this feeling any time soon.

The immersive state of comprehension and enlightenment did not come easily, and Lu Zhou decided that he would not interrupt the comprehension until the time came.

then,

Time passed quickly in the enlightenment.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

Hua Wudao and others continued to wait outside the East Pavilion.

"Girl, is there any movement from the pavilion master?" Hua Wudao saw that Xiaoyuan'er really followed what she said and stayed in the east pavilion every day.

"No." Xiao Yuan'er shook her head.

"All right……"

"Master should be out soon, Elder Hua, don't worry." Xiao Yuan'er advised.

"I'm not in a hurry... It's just that Ming Shi has not returned so far, so I'm a little worried." Hua Wudao said.

Xiao Yuan'er giggled and said, "Elder Hua is worried, the Fourth Senior Brother is the most cunning person I have ever met."

"It's true." Hua Wudao smiled.

"Elder Hua, go back... I'll be the first to inform you as soon as the master leaves."

"It's work."

Hua Wudao left the East Pavilion.

Xiaoyuan'er continued to practice Taiqing jade slips in the East Pavilion.

time flies.

Another seven days passed.

Motian Pavilion received Ming Shiyin's flying book from Shendu, saying that it would take some time to take Zhaoyue back to Motian Pavilion. Duanmusheng wanted to report the matter to Master.

However, when they arrived at the East Pavilion, they were driven away by Xiao Yuan'er.

In desperation, we can only continue to wait.

When approaching the one-month appointment with Gong Yuandu...

The people in Motian Pavilion couldn't sit still anymore.

Hua Wudao, Duanmusheng and others came to the East Pavilion again and again.

"Elder Hua... You have the highest cultivation base, can you perceive the situation in the East Pavilion?" Duanmusheng asked.

If you can't go in, you can only observe it from the outside.

Hua Wudao shook his head:

"In the closed state, it's best not to be disturbed. However... from the observation of the fluctuation of vitality, the breath and flow are smooth."

Duanmusheng nodded and came to the East Pavilion.

When he saw Xiao Yuan'er sitting on the edge of the room, shaking her legs, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Little Junior Sister, hurry up and invite Master to leave the customs."

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