Chapter 219 By the Slender West Lake, the People of Motian Pavilion

What's the meaning?

Feelings, the old man seems to be trapped.

Pan Litian was helpless, raised his hand, and gave Lu Zhou a thumbs up, Jiang was still old, and the old man was ashamed!

Xiao Yuan'er was confused.

Pan Litian coughed, as if he wanted to understand something... He raised his head and said, "Is enough wine?"

"Enough."

"A hundred years of ageing?"

"A hundred years of ageing."

"it is good."

Just wine.

It is not difficult.

Hundreds of years ago, Ji Tiandao was also a good wine person, and every year he made people make good wine.

Wine, the more old it gets, the more fragrant it gets.

Whether it is whole grains or glutinous rice and red yeast rice, no matter how good the winemaking method is, it takes time to settle.

In Motian Pavilion, there are many centuries-old wines... It will continue to be brewed in the future.

The word "good" is a clear answer.

Lu Zhou nodded in satisfaction.

He turned to face Xiaoyuan'er and said, "Is there any news about your fourth senior brother?"

Xiao Yuan'er said with a flat mouth: "Master! The fourth brother has not come back yet, he must have forgotten to come back after playing too much! He must be severely punished!"

"talkative."

Lu Zhou reprimanded in a low voice.

It's also a good thing that Ming Shiyin went to track down Si Wuya's trail. Moreover, Ming Shiyin's loyalty has always been stable. Lu Zhou was not worried that he would do anything out of the ordinary. In addition, Mingshi has a lot of cleverness and strong survivability. Even if he encounters a master, he has the ability to escape.

but……

Since the fourth child is not here, we can only let Duanmusheng and Hua Wudao accompany him to the Slender West Lake.

Jingmingdao is now lingering on and resisting.

Being able to escape to the shore of Slender West Lake shows that they still have some means of saving their lives.

In fact, it only needs to let Duanmusheng and Hua Wudao handle this matter.

but……

Luzhou's idea was not just like that. If the Nether Religion pursues Jingmingdao and wants to get rid of experts like You Hongyi, Yu Zhenghai will most likely appear by the Slender West Lake.

This is a great opportunity.

This enhanced version of the cage bond is specially prepared for these evildoers.

"Elder Chuanlinghua, I am going to the Slender West Lake." Lu Zhou said indifferently.

"The disciple obeys."

Xiao Yuan'er was about to turn around and leave.

A black figure appeared nearby like a ghost.

The whole person stood up straight, all dressed in black.

"Elder Hua doesn't have to go... I want to go and see."

"Fan Xiuwen?" Xiao Yuan'er was stunned for a moment.

Xiaoyuan'er always felt that this person was weird and a little terrified... If Master hadn't been able to restrain this person, Xiaoyuan'er would have wanted to stay away from him.

Fan Xiuwen was wearing a simple silver mask, and his eyes were even deeper... His hands were behind him.

Even if his cultivation has not recovered, Fan Xiuwen's long-term position in a high position, and the aura he has given him over the years, are by no means unmatched by ordinary people.

those present,

Only Luzhou's aura can completely defeat Fan Xiuwen.

Fan Xiuwen shook his head and said, "Fan Xiuwen is dead, there is only Leng Luo in this world."

"Okay..." Xiao Yuan'er stuck out her tongue and stood to the side obediently.

The word Leng Luo came out.

Pan Litian next to him couldn't help widening his eyes, looked at Leng Luo in disbelief, and said, "Are you Leng Luo who was number one on the black list three hundred years ago?"

Leng Luo remained silent, unable to deny.

The mask blocked his expression, but his gesture had an obvious meaning - old man, now you know who is the brat?

Pan Litian slowly got up, staggered, barely supported his body, and said, "Not bad, not bad."

This sounded strange, I couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm.

Leng Luo snorted softly and said, "The younger generation has eyes but no pearls, and doesn't have the same knowledge as you."

Xiao Yuan'er giggled and said, "He's not too young anymore... Pan Zhong's grandfather, the number one master of Jingming Dao."

The first master of Jingming Dao?

Leng Luo looked sideways slightly.

His eyes fell on the old beggar who had lost his cultivation.

Whether it is Pan Zhong's grandfather or not, but the number one master of Jingming Dao is a cultivation genius known to everyone in the cultivation world.

That was the same generation as his Leng Luo.

"Pan Litian?" Leng Luo raised his hand and clapped twice.

this time.

Pan Litian didn't deny it, his appearance was old, and his waist was slightly carried. But this is not important, what is important is temperament, it has been explained how beautiful he used to be.

Half a catty, eight taels, fifty steps and a hundred steps, no one is younger than the other.

Lu Zhou said, "Leng Luo, your injury has not healed, but only about 40% of your recovery. You still have to go to the Slender West Lake?"

Hua Wudao is a healthy state after all.

Moreover, he is a master who is devoted to studying the method of shrinking and shrinking, and can protect the cloud-piercing flying car at a critical time.

Although Leng Luo is strong, he was injured too badly... Not much help for this trip, and may even be a hindrance.

"Please allow the pavilion master. Although Leng Luo is injured, he is enough to protect himself." Leng Luo said to himself.

"..."

You are enough to protect yourself.

Who is here to protect the old man?

Lu Zhou murmured in his heart, but there was no fluctuation on the surface.

Demonstrated mastery.

Leng Luo's idea is also correct...

"Want to see Mo Qi?" Lu Zhou asked.

Leng Luo bowed his hands and couldn't deny it.

Don't give up. As long as you're not a fool, you can figure out the relationship between them.

It can be seen that Leng Luo really hates Mo Li.

However, it is understandable that being manipulated for so many years is unacceptable to anyone, not to mention that he is still the famous Leng Luo.

Pan Litian laughed and said, "I can only watch the show properly..."

He has no cultivation base now, and can only watch the battle like a rotten fish and a rotten shrimp.

When three shots in the sun.

Chuan Yun Fei Nian left the Motian Pavilion.

At the helm: Duanmu Sheng.

Chuanyunfeiran was a little bumpy, swaying, and occasionally played some difficult movements.

Xiao Yuan'er muttered: "Third Senior Brother, be steady, be steady... ah..."

The chariot sometimes goes up and sometimes down.

Duanmusheng scratched his head in embarrassment: "First time, first time... Junior sister, don't take offense."

Leng Luo had to support the chariot and shook his head...

Chuanyunfeiran gradually stabilized.

"Thank you, Senior Leng."

Lu Zhou looked back at Leng Luo.

After all, his cultivation has not recovered, and he still needs to help drive the flying chariot?

Duanmu Shengzheng is at the helm and Leng Luo is assisting. Chuanyunfeiran gradually stabilized.

Pan Litian didn't care, he just found a corner and paralyzed, and said with a smile, "I have never done such a majestic flying chariot in my life... Okay, okay..."

Flying through the clouds and passing through several mountains and the endless sea of ​​clouds.

Drag out a long streamer-like tail in the air.

The chariot crossed several rivers.

Lu Zhou glanced at Leng Luo again and found that Leng Luo was sweating on his forehead.

Lu Zhou looked at Duanmusheng and said, "Establish the balance of vitality... Don't move the rudder, look straight ahead, and adjust the rhythm."

"The disciple understands."

In this respect, Duanmusheng was far from Ming Shiyin's comprehension.

Under the guidance of Lu Zhou, it was barely stable, but it was still not smooth enough.

It cannot be forced.

Some people are not born to do this.

Duanmusheng was embarrassed all the way. He was stared at by several big bosses. He was inevitably nervous and kept muttering: "Fourth Junior Brother, I miss you so much..."

An hour later.

Slender West Lake.

In the Slender West Garden.

The sect master of Jingming Dao does not give up sitting cross-legged.

The whole person looks extremely tired, and the wrinkles on his face make him look like an old man in his old age.

A touch of vitality revolves around.

After running for a while, Mo Qi opened his eyes...

"Come on."

A disciple appeared at the door.

"Have you caught Pan Zhong?" Mo Qi asked indifferently.

"Pan Zhong, this traitor is too cunning. He followed him all the way, and he hasn't caught it yet. In addition, the Netherworld Sect is pressing every step of the way... Disciple, I don't dare to search arbitrarily."

A look of anger appeared on Mo Qi's face:

"Yu Zhenghai... deceiving people too much!"

During the first battle in Anyang City, the appearance of the Nether Sect disrupted his plans.

Now... Yu Zhenghai is attacking Jingming Dao again. caught him off guard.

The seven peaks of Jingming Dao were all destroyed...

In the entire sect, apart from him, there are only a dozen or so confidant disciples.

"Sect Master, calm down! Slender West Lake has the formation created by Lord Moli. Even if Yu Zhenghai is powerful, he would not dare to trespass here... Besides, the Netherworld Sect doesn't know that we have escaped here." The disciple bowed.

Mo Qi sighed and shook his head, and said, "Is there a letter from the palace?"

"Lord Mo Li said... After a while, there will be a special plane. His Royal Highness the second prince is like a duck to water in the palace..."

"it is good."

Mo Qi endured the injury and slowly got up.

"Sect Master... Be careful." The disciple quickly helped him.

"It's okay."

Mo Qi shook his head, "If it wasn't for the battle in Anyang, where I was injured by the great power of sound and power, how could I be so embarrassed."

"What the sect master said... This is good luck for Yu Zhenghai, and he has the help of an expert."

In the battle of Anyang that day, Mo Qi looked down from the flying chariot, with the supernatural power of the word "roll", forcing everyone back.

He bore the brunt and was the most affected.

It's a pity that I didn't have time to see clearly what kind of sound the master made, so I had to flee quickly.

Mo Qi came to the outside of Bieyuan, looked at the lake, and felt a lot more relaxed.

"Sect Master, now that Pan Zhong is a member of Motian Pavilion, isn't it inappropriate for us to arrest him?"

Before Mo Qi could speak, a disciple responded:

"Yu Zhenghai, the eldest disciple of Motian Pavilion, killed how many people from Jingmingdao. We only capture Pan Zhong, which is not enough! Besides, Pan Zhong is a traitor of Jingmingdao! Death is not a pity!"

At this time, more than a dozen disciples of Jingming Dao quickly gathered in the other courtyard.

"Sect Master, the people from the Nether Sect are here!"

as predicted……

In the sky on the south side of Slender West Garden, a flying chariot of the Nether Sect slowly appeared.

Above the flying chariot, the flag of the Nether Sect fluttered in the wind.

Bai Yuqing, the first seat of the White Tiger Hall, stood above the flying chariot, overlooking the other garden, and the sound waves swept over it.

"Those who obey me prosper and those who oppose me perish! Don't give up, just capture them!"

The sound waves swooped down, rolling up ripples along the Slender West Lake.

Mo Qi said solemnly: "Don't pay attention... The big blurry formation can block the Nether Sect."

The disciples nodded.

Bai Yuqing volleyed and said, "Don't give up... Jingming Dao became a lackey of the court, you should know that this day will come. Obediently come out and be captured, maybe the sect leader will be kind and spare you a dog's life!"

Mo Qi heard the words and echoed:

"Bai Yuqing, you are nothing but a dog of Yu Zhenghai. Taking advantage of the danger, the Nether Sect dares to speak out and want to take the throne?"

"The bereaved dog will only use its power of words! Even if the Heavenly King is here today, he will not be able to save you!" Bai Yuqing's voice was extremely high.

Mo Qi did not respond again.

Instead, he looked back and saw the remaining Jingming Dao disciples.

"Is there any news about the seventh son of Jingming?"

"Back to the sect master, the seven uncles and Elder You didn't catch up! I'm afraid... bad luck."

Mo Qi felt extremely tight in his chest, and said unwillingly: "When will the support in the palace come?"

"Already in Feishu Palace. But there is no response."

At this time, a disciple boldly said: "Sect Master, although Yu Zhenghai is strong, he also has weaknesses. It is better to..."

Mo Qi said indifferently: "Do you want to take refuge in Motian Pavilion?"

"Disciple dare not!"

Another disciple said: "Do you think Motian Pavilion can do anything to Zhenghai? Yu Zhenghai is such a traitor, he created the Nether Sect and became the number one demon sect in the world. If the old devil in Motian Pavilion is really capable, how could he tolerate Yu Zhenghai's leisurely pleasures? happy?"

"Hey!" Everyone sighed and shook their heads.

"Right now we can only wait for the support from the palace... Even if we capture Pan Zhong, Motian Pavilion will not pay attention to this person."

at this time--

A disciple of Jingming Dao discovered a strange phenomenon.

Outside the south side of Bieyuan, the cultivator suspended in the air by the Slender West Lake suddenly turned around and ran away!

Seeing everyone bewildered.

"Sect Master, the Netherworld Sect has retired!"

"That's great! The sect master is wise! This Bai Yuqing is nothing more than a man of power!"

"They seem to be scared!"

Mo Qi also frowned slightly.

He looked up at the flying chariot in the sky.

Where does Bai Yuqing still have the demeanor from before? The whole figure seems to have changed.

"Don't abandon the old man, you bull, I admit defeat and leave!"

A man can bend and stretch. In this case, what you say must be taken back.

Bai Yuqing glanced at the north of Slender West Lake and ordered, "Flee!"

"Big Head, what did you say?"

"Oh, let's go!" Bai Yuqing said.

Not long after, the practitioners of the Nether Sect disappeared without a trace, together with their flying chariots.

"..."

The disciple of Jingming Dao was stunned.

No matter how powerful the blurry formation is, the formation cannot be moved after all.

No need to be afraid, right?

"No! What is that?" A disciple pointed to the north!

To the north of the Slender West Lake, in the air between the jungle and the mountains, a meteor-like flying chariot struck with its long tail.

"Magic Heaven Pavilion?"

Mo Qi felt a tightness in his chest, staggered back a step, and his face was extremely ugly.

No wonder the Nether Church fled, it turned out to be the flying chariot from Motian Pavilion!

"Sect Master!"

When Chuanyun Fei Nian flew to the top of the Slender West Lake, it suddenly made a rocking motion up and down, and gradually stabilized, and the speed also slowed down a lot.

"What is the meaning of this move by Motian Pavilion?"

"warn?"

Mo Qi gritted his teeth, covered his chest and said, "It's too much to deceive people!"

at the same time.

Fly through the clouds and fly on the chariot.

Duanmusheng looked embarrassedly at Pan Litian and Leng Luo, who were embarrassed, and said, "The deceleration is not well controlled! I'm sorry!"

Lu Zhou has a cultivation base in his body, but it's nothing... With his cultivation base in the God Court Realm, he can easily control the balance of his body.

"Master, in front of you is the Slender West Garden."

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