Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Is it you who don’t have a sword in your hand?
The aroma of tea lingered in the air, and the storyteller's voice was still lingering. It was just as Linghuang said, a life in a painting is but a moment in reality.
Qin Qi had just stood firm when he saw Mu Jiulin raise his hand and grasp the scroll. He no longer had the usual indifferent demeanor, and the temperature around him was frighteningly cold. He raised his eyelids and glanced around: "My Yu Jian Sect still has disciples in the painting. I will take this back to the Yu Jian Sect. Does anyone have any objections?"
As he spoke, he grasped the sword at his waist, and anyone who dared to object would first ask his sword's meaning.
Qin Qi looked around blankly, realizing he had already left the painting. Huh? How did he get out? How did he end up back here in the blink of an eye?
What did that brat Mu Jiulin say? Is there anyone from the Yu Jian Sect in the painting?
Qin Qi pointed them out one by one: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...
Where's the eldest brother! He's such a big eldest brother!
It could be that Mu Jiulin's face looked really ugly, or it could be that the Huaxian Sect was basically wiped out, with only one person coming out of the painting. He had no qualifications to oppose, so no one opposed his decision.
Fu Liuguang stepped forward, smiling and bowing, "I am grateful to my fellow immortals from the Yu Jian Sect for coming out this time. If you need any help, just let me know. My Wu Sect is not an ungrateful rat."
Mu Jiulin nodded in thanks, held the scroll tightly and walked out. At the entrance of the teahouse, he was stopped by a group of people dressed like those from the Painting Immortal Sect.
Qin Qi recognized the leader, saluted, and called out, "Master Luo Heng."
Luo Heng Zhenren passed him by and walked straight towards Mu Jiulin: "My little immortal friend, this is my Huaxian Sect's magic weapon, please return it."
Mu Jiulin frowned and said coldly: "Master, my senior brother is inside, so I will hand this item over to Master."
Luo Heng Zhenren patiently persuaded them, "This incident was indeed caused by my disciples who stole the magic weapon out of play. Don't worry, I will find a way to release all the disciples inside and give you an explanation."
Mu Jiulin: "I don't trust you. I only trust people from the Yu Jian Sect."
Luo Heng Zhenren was choked by him and said helplessly: "You..."
Everyone knows that the Yu Jian Sect has always been straightforward in doing things. If a problem can be solved by force, they will not think of other methods. If this Feitian Tower falls into the hands of those crazy people from the Yu Jian Sect, it will be ruined.
This was the magic weapon she had painstakingly researched. Even though the painting spirit lost control and did some bad things, it was not impossible to tame it. But if it was useless, it was useless, and her efforts were wasted.
Besides, she also has a disciple in the painting, and she feels very distressed about him, so she must rescue him.
Luo Heng's eyes changed, and he calmed down. He slowly gathered his energy with one hand hanging by his side, and the spiritual energy condensed into a ball of air. He said in awe, "My little immortal friend, it doesn't matter whether you believe me or not. I must take this painting away."
Mu Jiulin did not hesitate and drew out his Hengshui Sword. The moment the Hengshui Sword was unsheathed, even Luo Heng Zhenren was stunned for a moment: "Hengshui Sword? The Hengshui Sword recognizes you as its master?"
Fu Liuguang narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Jiulin.
If Ye Nanque was present, he would definitely complain about this old-fashioned plot. Well, well, everyone will be shocked by the male protagonist, and the male protagonist doesn't have to say anything, as there will be a bunch of passers-by to set off his side. This is the legendary side description.
Luo Heng Zhenren stepped forward and asked, "What's your name?"
A distant voice called out, "He is Mu Jiulin, a disciple of my Yu Jian Sect. He has only been a disciple for a few months. Why would Master Luo Heng bother to start a fight with a junior?"
Qin Qi's eyes were filled with tears and he was about to rush over to hug his thighs: "Master, Master."
Qin Qi is a kid who also has a lot of strengths, such as his love for telling stories.
Just now, he was the one who secretly sent a message to Jiang Caiyu for help in the chaos, and brought out the two big Buddhas of Jiang Caiyu and You Bihuai.
Luo Heng Zhenren said calmly, "Jiang Caiyu, this is mine. Tell your disciple to return it to me. In three days, no, in one day, I will make sure Ye Nanque comes out unharmed."
Mu Jiulin was afraid that Jiang Caiyu would be persuaded by her, so he nervously called out "Master".
Jiang Caiyu glanced at Luo Heng Zhenren and asked Mu Jiulin, "What are you waiting for? Do you have no sword in your hand? Or do you have no strength left?"
Realizing the meaning of Jiang Caiyu's words, Mu Jiulin immediately threw the Feitian Tower into the air. Luo Heng flew to grab it, but was entangled by Jiang Caiyu.
The elders were fighting, and the younger ones almost got into a fight. In the chaos, Mu Jiulin slashed down head-on, and a dazzling golden light flashed across Hengshui. Luo Heng watched helplessly as the painting broke into pieces, saying with heartache, "This is a top-grade, heavenly-level piece! Jiang Caiyu, you're wasting a gift from heaven!"
Several people fell from the crack, one of whom was Ye Nanque.
Ye Nanque was experiencing the turmoil of the collapse of the Feitian Tower in the painting, and in the blink of an eye, something like a crack in time and space appeared and leaked him out.
He patted his butt and stood up from the ground, and gave Qin Qi a big hug: "Senior brother, senior brother, you scared me to death."
Burned by such passion, Ye Nanque couldn't help but blushing, and patted Qin Qi's head: "Good boy, good boy, I'm out now, there's nothing wrong."
The others also got up from the ground. Xue Shaoyan was even grabbed by the ear by Luo Heng Zhenren: "How dare you steal your master's things and come out to fight? You are getting more and more daring. Do you know what this Feitian Tower Painting Spirit is? You dare to use it? Your master didn't even understand it, and after using it, he was bewitched and trapped. You don't have the strong willpower of your junior brother..."
As he was speaking, he got so angry that he kicked her.
The teaching methods of the top-level cultivation sects often only require the simplest means.
Ye Nanque pushed Qin Qi away and prepared to watch the show. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mu Jiulin staring at him in a daze.
How come this kid acts like an idiot after not seeing him for a few minutes?
To prevent Qin Qi from getting jealous, Ye Nanque silently moved over and asked, "Junior Brother Mu, what's wrong?"
Mu Jiulin stared at his face, his face pale: "I'm just, I'm just a little scared, afraid that I won't be able to see my brother."
Ye Nanque patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay."
After Luo Heng finished scolding his students, he snorted and walked away. When he passed by Mu Jiulin, he glanced at him sideways: "Mu Jiulin, I've got this. Jiang Caiyu, the children of your Yu Jian Sect are really getting more and more courageous."
He seemed angry, but actually he was appreciative.
Ye Nanque asked in a low voice, confused, "What did you do to make her remember you?"
Mu Jiulin's face was pale, his eyes were clear and innocent, and he was choking a little: "I just wanted to rescue my brother quickly, so I accidentally split the Feitian Tower. Brother, my head hurts. Can I lean on your shoulder..."
Although he was asking, his movements were not slow at all. Before Ye Nanque could answer, he felt his shoulders sink and a furry head appeared on them.
He was startled, his hand lingering above the furry head for a moment, then slowly lowered it, his voice also softening: "What's going on?"
You Bihuai and Jiang Caiyu both came over.
Jiang Caiyu only glanced at Mu Jiulin and said: "He was too impatient to use Hengshui, and his spiritual power was too much. He just needs a good sleep."
He looked at Ye Nanque again, his gaze pausing for two seconds: "Why is your hair loose?"
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