Mingxin Sect.

Sui Han Rong sat upright under a golden tree. The tree was twenty feet tall and the dense crown could cover the sky. The autumn wind came with a bleak breath, blowing the golden dead leaves off the tree, sometimes falling, changing its posture and finally falling leaves return to their roots.

A wisp of wind blew, and Sui Kurong's clothes were not driven at all, just like a stubborn stone giving people a feeling of lack of vitality. What is wonderful is that when a leaf falls off, Sui Kurong, like a dead object, instantly gives people a feeling of coming alive in a blink of an eye.

Not only come alive, but also "moving", no matter how you exhale or inhale, no matter how you blow, the rhythm of the leaves falling down. Even the whole person is "survived" and integrated into this world.

A golden yellow leaves fall on the head of Sui Fung. Sui Fung is this leaf, falling in this world.

Jin Hongxue stood silently, quietly conscious of the rhythm, vitality and subtle changes in this scene. With his cultivation, he only faintly realized that Sui Kurong seemed to have some diligence that he could not describe.

Jin Hongxue stood here waiting for Sui Kurong to wake up. She must come every day for a moment, and came for fifty-eight days in a row. During this period, Sui Kurong never woke up once.

Everyone says that the Yuxu Sect is powerful, there are many powerful people who have passed away, and many powerful people who have broken away. If you really have something to do in daily life, Jin Hongxue believes that even half of the strong people in the Yuxu Sect will not be sent out for a while.

It’s not that there is no, nor that it can’t be summoned. Everyone is practicing, and they can’t cooperate simply in time.

If a sect can summon half of the strong people at a certain point in time, it will be considered a very planned sect.

Although Jin Hongxue has been here for fifty-eight days, Sui Kurong has just taken a nap and took the time to deduce his skills. If the powerful Du Er practiced behind closed doors, it would be easy to take three to five years, and even decades, it would be nothing strange.

Why are the strongest people in sects and families not sect leaders or clan leaders? Although there are many reasons that are difficult to describe, one of the inconspicuous and practical reasons is that they have different cultivation levels and different view of time.

The result of crossing the Imperial Realm as the sect leader was that it took one or two years to practice in one go. When you wake up naturally, the entire sect might be destroyed eight hundred times.

Jin Hongxue was thinking about her worries, and the breath under the tree changed slightly. Sui Kurong slowly opened her eyes, and the air flowed rapidly, giving rise to a kind of condensation pressure: "Hongxue, is there something wrong?"

"Old ancestor, it's about to be at the Baili Cave Palace." Jin Hongxue said in a narrow voice: "Look, Zong Changkong..."

"Baili Cave Palace, so fast." Sui Kurong was slightly stunned, his expression was a little solemn and ugly. I wonder if he remembered Zong Changkong or because of something else: "It's time to make arrangements. Hongxue, you were right before, Zong Changkong is too dragging his feet."

When Jin Hongxue said before, she never expected that the sect would suffer such a major loss. The losses from the last battle were heartbreaking once: "In fact, there are some things that the disciples have inadequate considerations. After all, the sect is determined to win the Great Light Sword..."

Before Jin Hongxue finished speaking, Sui Kurong also understood that while standing up, stretching his muscles and bones, stepping on the golden dead leaves, slowly walking and straightening his thoughts: "The Three Life Dao and the Huangquan Dao have come, igniting the war. Whether the sect can climb to the higher and stronger ranks is the most important period. If you are not careful, all your efforts will be wasted."

"If you live for one day in the sect, you will restrain the power of the sect for one day!"

Moreover, the strongest force is restrained.

In the past, the boundless vacuum lock had eight ends, and eight seats could participate in the suppression. Usually, one powerful man who passed the emirate and seven powerful man who broke the emirate could suppress the sect. But now, the vacuum lock destroyed both ends of Luoxia Sect, and there were six people left, less than two or three of them passed the emirate realm, and they could not count on them at all.

Fortunately, Mingxin Sect and Xingdou Sect are large sects, with many people and powerful people, and can use wheel tactics. Finally, there is Lian Wuyue, a powerful foreign aid. Otherwise, Jin Hongxue and others would have been desperate about suppressing the Sect Changkong.

What's more, Zong Changkong is simply a madman, a madman, or a monster. He has been suppressed for many years, and his cultivation has improved rapidly, making it harder to deal with each other. No one has the confidence to trap Zong Changkong next time.

However, with the nature of the sect Changkong, if he loses his body, one thousand percent will kill Mingxin Sect Star Dou Sect without any effort.

Zong Changkong must die!

Sui Kurong spoke in a stern tone: "Did you find clues about Xingtian Sect over the past few years?"

"There are some." Jin Hongxue said in a deep voice: "Xingtian Sect turned into pieces and ran away, it is difficult to find. I got some clues one after another, and arrested a few people from Xingtian Sect in a row. Finally, I asked some clues and learned about three locations including the Dongwu Wilderness Realm. I am now investigating them."

While Jin Hongxue was telling, she suddenly remembered a dead tough guy named Su Man. The guy named Su Man was really loyal to the sect, and even killed a few people who were caught with him, and then committed suicide...

Sui Kurong nodded with satisfaction: "It is best to have clues. Continue to find out the whereabouts of the remnants of Xingtian Sect. In order to avoid the remnants of Xingtian Sect's remnant. In addition, the Great Light Sword is of great importance and cannot be misunderstood."

"Zong Changkong must die!"

"I will come forward in person and invite the strong to kill Zong Changkong! Hongxue, this Baili Cave Meeting decides whether it can successfully kill Zong Changkong. You must send the best young disciples to participate."

Sui Kurong's face was covered with cold murderous intent!

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The autumn rain is dyed with a hint of coldness, with a feeling of heart-warming, and it sprinkles from the sky one after another, like a pearl curtain.

Tan Weiran stood barefoot in the muddy field and stood up hard, feeling his waist sore. He was soaked in his bare skin by the wet and cold autumn rain, and he couldn't help but shivered.

"For you." A straw raincoat and a straw hat flew from another field not far away, accompanied by the kind laughter of several monks and farmers: "Xiao Tan, I told you a long time ago, don't stand it hard on rainy days. It's a bit ugly to wear this straw raincoat and straw hat, which is more convenient."

"Cross the rice quickly. It's not too late to talk nonsense after harvesting it. It's better to harvest a little more."

Tan Weiran, who came to help, had a very painful back. He hammered his back hard a few times, sighed and wanted to ask for trouble, so he bent down again to help harvest rice.

With his cultivation level, he would not have been so exhausted. However, this is the spiritual field. The soil on the ground is like diamonds, and his cultivation level is almost impossible to dig the soil. Of course, the ones planted are also mouth-watering spiritual plants.

Tan Weiran, who struggled to harvest rice, didn't notice it. Ji Laixuan and Chen Yang walked up the hillside not far away. Looking at the interesting scene of a handsome young man making him muddy like a stinky pig, he couldn't help but smile and gave Chen Yang two brains: "If you kid are diligent and studious, how could you have only this level of cultivation?"

With a harsh attitude towards the disciple, Ji Laixuan gradually brought satisfaction and admiration into his cold eyes, and did not hide his appreciation of the conversation.

Tan Weiran, a rich young man who has never suffered since childhood, is also a well-deserved young genius. He is actually interested in farming and has tried it himself. Whether it is temporary curiosity or eternal interest, it is worth appreciating!

When Tan Weiran was a little awkward to harvest the rice ears with a jade sickle, Ji Laixuan walked to the ridge of the field, and took a few warm-colored sickles and handed them over: "Try a few sickles, and see which one is easier."

The sickles were held in the palms of their hands, and the special feeling of wood came into their hearts. Tan Weiran was slightly stunned. The wooden sickle? But next, the sickle handed over by Ji Laixuan was also jade, metal, and even one with ice texture.

The harvest sound of brushing is very beautiful, and careful talk gradually captures the characteristics of different textures.

The metal is sharp, but with one knife, the spiritual plant still has a certain amount of energy flowing.

The woody one can seal the energy and flow while harvesting, but it is too dull and it is too difficult to harvest.

The texture of ice is very good. If you compare it carefully, everything is more balanced and more balanced. No wonder people's tools for harvesting spiritual plants are mostly jade-like.

Even though they are both jade quality, different grades have different differences. After carefully detecting the differences, Tan Weiran chose the one that is most comfortable and labor-saving. Ji Laixuan laughed: "You are in Lingyou Realm, and any sickle is undoubtedly for you."

"But!" Ji Laixuan put away his smile and asked seriously: "If you are in the micro realm, or even the human realm, which one is the most labor-saving thing in your mind?"

Tan Weiran laughed silently: "No matter what kind of person is below the Qi Realm, it will definitely be difficult to harvest rice no matter what kind of person you are in, and you can't even support it for an hour."

Ji Laixuan sighed deeply, and looked at the farmers busy harvesting in the fields, and deep sorrow surged in his eyes: "For so many years, no instrument has been used for people's livelihood."

"Everyone loves to eat spiritual plants, but no one asks the people who farmed for life and have they eaten the spiritual plants they have grown."

"Everyone likes clothes made of seven-color silk, but no one cares whether those who raise silkworms have worn them!"

Every word that Ji Laixuan faintly contains a certain emotion can always hurt people's hearts, and even hurt them.

However, what made Tan Weiran more frightened was the thing hidden behind these words. He took three steps back on the spot. While his true energy was swelling, his tone almost solidified:

"Master, are you a disciple of Guangmingdao?!"

Tan Weiran's warning appearance was indeed very exciting. Ji Laixuan was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help laughing when he heard this and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, you're a mistake. I am a disciple of the 'Farmer's Real Learning', and it has nothing to do with Guangmingdao."

Tan Weiran was slightly surprised: "Real learning?"

To be honest, Tan Weiran's expression was so funny, and Chen Yang, who was standing beside him, couldn't help laughing and almost burst into laughter. Even if he didn't like Guangmingdao, he couldn't be nervous.
Chapter completed!