Chapter 286: Storms Rising

Xiao Mian, who rarely slept peacefully, would never have thought that because of his arrival, Wan Zongyuan, who was already facing a storm, would become even more turbulent.

In the back hall of the small courtyard, the Jade Hoe Ancestor was enjoying himself sipping the spiritual tea he planted. He didn't seem to see Ding Kaishan who had returned after settling Xiao Mian.

"Master, what do you think? That man..."

"What do I think? I want to ask you what you think! This is just the first time the old man has met him. It is not like you and him have been together through thick and thin together. Why do you come to ask me what I think when things come to a close? "Glancing at Ding Kaishan angrily, the Jade Hoe Ancestor put down the tea cup and closed his eyes to concentrate. Just when Ding Kaishan couldn't help but speak again, the voice of the Jade Hoe Ancestor came leisurely: "This man looks calm when he talks, and he doesn't seem to be a treacherous person at all, but I always feel that his words are not entirely false, but they are not entirely false either. I believe it. If Shang Xiucai and the others intend to suppress the Bai family, I believe it, but the three of them have many proud disciples, so why let him take the lead? "

"Maybe it's inconvenient?"

"I'm afraid it's not just that!"

"But when I was at Wuxing Mountain, I did hear that Senior Shang was very fond of this Xiao Mian. I heard that the Xuanfeng sword in Xiao Mian's hand was edged with Nine Heavens Mysterious Gold, and the Blue Extreme Ice Flame was the bone. That Nine Heavens Mysterious Gold Regardless, Lan Ji Bingyan is the only one!"

"Is this happening? In this case, this kid has some weight!"

"Master! I once sent a message slip back, about the death of Master Li Mu Dao. You should have received it, right?" When Ding Kaishan mentioned the name "Li Mu Dao", he originally closed his eyes. The soothing Jade Hoe Ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light burst out from his slightly cloudy eyes. Even Ding Kaishan couldn't help but hesitate in his words at the fierceness of that moment. Fortunately, the Jade Hoe Ancestor quickly closed his eyes again and nodded. Ding Kaishan then whispered: "Xiao Mian informed his disciples about Uncle Li's death, but there are many doubts in it..."

"Mu Dao has fallen, there is no room for doubt about this matter!"

"Yes! However, I have inquired privately that Xiao Mian once used spiritual grass to bid for some things in Lingchuanfang City. The quality and quality of the spiritual grass are very good."

"Oh?" After hearing this, the Jade Hoe Ancestor opened his eyes again, but this time it was calm. After pondering for a moment, the Jade Hoe Ancestor said to himself: "You should be able to praise the good-quality spiritual grass. Is it better than what you grow yourself? Yuanxu is the only one in the Five Elements Sect who is a half-baked alchemist, but I haven’t heard of any outstanding spiritual farmers. Are you saying that he has the legacy of Mu Dao?”

"It shouldn't be wrong! It's just that Uncle Li's collection definitely doesn't have just a few spiritual herbs. However, Xiao Mian has never sold a large amount of spiritual herbs since then. On the contrary, he concentrated on it at an auction not long ago. There were many high-quality spiritual herbs that were put up for public bidding, and a portion of the gelatin grass was even taken away by the Bai family!"

"Then boy must be alert! Huh! It's not a fuel-efficient lamp after all..." He closed his eyes again while speaking, and the Jade Hoe Ancestor gently waved his hand. Just when Ding Kaishan was about to exit the room, the Jade Hoe The ancestor Haosheng said: "Now my farm family is in danger. Although this boy is a bit cunning, he is someone who knows the basics. Since there are monks and scholars from the Five Elements Sect as guarantees, I might as well trust him for once..., eh!"

"……,yes!"

After bowing and saluting, Ding Kaishan left the room, but his heart was gloomy.

If the peasants hadn't really been forced to the point of desperation, how could the noble Yuan Ying monk's Jade Hoe ancestor be so forced? If Li Muchao hadn't died unexpectedly, how could the Jade Hoe Ancestor be alone and struggling for the survival of the farm family with his dying body? If it weren't for the conspiracy and calculation of the Bai family, which caused Li Muchao to be trapped by love, first neglecting his cultivation, and then falling into exile, how could the peasant family be forced to walk on thin ice?

Everything is the Bai family!

Thinking of this, Ding Kaishan clenched his fists tightly. At the same time, in the Bai family courtyard, Bai Zhenzhen and the young man in white were chatting and laughing.

"With one punch, that boy Miyamoto Kawanosuke was defeated, and the woman in red's seductive voice was eliminated. That boy in black is very interesting..." The young man in white just said this, and Bai Zhenzhen didn't care. interrupted and said: "Humph! Brother, are you making too much fuss? Sister Mei Yin also knows a thing or two about the charm of souls. As long as the monks stick to their minds and have a firm will, external objects will not be able to deceive them, and the charm will be broken by themselves. As for what kind of palace is that? Honkawa Nosuke, it’s just a matter of scaring others. The so-called foreign monks are just unknown people from Dongying Island off the coast of Soochow State, why should they matter?”

"Zhen Zhen, how come after participating in a sword fighting competition, instead of opening your eyes, you are stuck in your own ways? Winning the fifth place in the sword fighting competition makes you arrogant? Don't forget! That's just in name. In the Nanyue Prefecture Sword Fighting Club, including you, all the disciples Wan Zongyuan sent out to participate in the sword fighting competition are not the best disciples. There are no tigers in the mountain, and the monkey is the king!" Although the young master in white said this with a pleasant expression, it still made him happy. Bai Zhenzhen, whose eyes were raised above her head, turned pale and did not dare to refute at all. Seeing this, the young man in white smiled cheerfully: "Although Miyamoto Kawanosuke's combat prowess is not in my eyes, his strength will not be worse than yours!"

"What!?"

"In other words, the man in black has the power to defeat or even kill you!"

"..., could it be him?"

"who?"

"..., Xiao Mian!"

After a moment of silence, Bai Zhenzhen uttered two words.

The young man in white was stunned when he heard this, then opened the folding fan in his hand and started fanning unconsciously.

"The champion of this sword fighting competition? Judging from the jade slip you sent back, he does have this strength. Unfortunately, I have already formed a pill, so I am embarrassed to fight him. In this case, it is a bargain for Yuan Yi and Yuan Xin..."

"What do you mean, brother?"

"Hmph! Wait and see!"

Tianmen Inn is the highest standard inn in Wanzong City. If ordinary cultivators do not have some identity and background, they cannot stay for a night even if they have a lot of spiritual stones.

In the Tianzi No. 1 room of Tianmen Inn, Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red bowed and stood solemnly. In front of the two, a figure sat quietly.

"Yaksha was defeated by a punch, and Gandharva didn't even know how he was defeated. You two are really more capable than each other!" As he said this, the man on the chair crossed his legs and laughed nonchalantly: "You still claim to be a member of the Tianlong Babu, one of the most outstanding monks of the younger generation in Japan, but you were defeated by the same person. It's really shameful! If I were you, I would have committed seppuku long ago!"

"..., Miyamoto is incompetent, he should commit seppuku!"

As he said this, Miyamoto Kawanosuke had already pulled out the short scimitar at his waist and stabbed it towards his abdomen without hesitation. However, before the scimitar reached his body, it was tightly grasped by a big hand and could not move forward any further. Then, a tall and strong man appeared in the room. After taking away Miyamoto Kawanosuke's scimitar, the man sat on another chair and played with the scimitar leisurely.

"Emperor Shi, don't go too far!"

"Dragon King, don't you feel ashamed to be listed as one of the Eight Immortals with this kind of trash?" The man who saved Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red was Emperor Shitian from the Eight Immortals, and the one who stopped Miyamoto Kawanosuke from committing suicide was another man, the Dragon King. Facing Emperor Shitian's questioning, the Dragon King threw the scimitar back into the scabbard with his backhand, and said expressionlessly: "Trash has its uses, at least it won't be a pity to be abandoned. Emperor Shitian, you don't want to do everything yourself, right?"

"This..., ha! What a good trash has its uses!" Regardless of the extremely ugly faces of Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red, Emperor Shitian suddenly changed the subject and asked seriously: "Where did the man in black come from?"

"It's not clear yet, but the person traveling with that man is Ding Kaishan from the farming family , is the direct disciple of the old master Yuchu, and is one of the targets of our trip! "

"So, there will be plenty of opportunities to contact that kid in the future?"

"Yaksha, Gandharva, you two go down first! Inform others that the business has come, stay where you are, and be ready to attack at any time!"

"Yes!"

Although Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red are both one of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, they cannot be compared with the Heavenly King Emperor Shi and the Dragon King in terms of status and strength. Although they are indignant, they respectfully agree and leave the room in no particular order.

"Emperor Shi..."

Looking at Emperor Shitian with a slight smile on his lips on the chair, the Dragon King opened his mouth, but he hesitated. Emperor Shitian waved his hand, and the Dragon King sitting on the chair shook his head, his figure became fainter and fainter, until he disappeared, leaving only Emperor Shitian in the room.

A trace of pain flashed across his handsome face, and Emperor Shitian pursed his lips tightly.

On the top of Mount Tai, the night wind was blowing, and two figures stood hand in hand.

One of them was Shang Shusheng, the Confucian Yuanying middle-level ancestor. Only he was qualified to stand proudly on the top of Mount Taizong, looking down on the people in Wanzong City with a smile on his face. As for the other person, it was a mortal boy with no cultivation at all - Fu Qingjue!

"The storm is coming..."

"Master Shang, this... this place is so scary..."

"Qingjue, the path of cultivation is based on the mind. Your talent is one in a million. It is a blessing from heaven to be able to enter the path of cultivation. But if your mind is not strong, no matter how good your talent is, it is just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water." At this point, the scholar suddenly turned around and said to Fu Qingjue who was thinking: "You should know Xiao Mian, right? Although this boy is not as talented as you, his mind is as solid as I have ever seen in my life. If you can be like him, why worry about the road and immortality?"

"Xiao Mian? Humph!"

After a cold snort, Fu Qingjue didn't speak again, but his expression seemed to be quite disdainful of Xiao Mian. The scholar saw it all, but just smiled faintly and said nothing more.

Whether everyone likes it or not, the big drama in Wanzong City has already begun...