"Master, can't you really take me with you?"

In the Nie family, Zeng Yue looked at Zhuo Yuming with a longing look on his face and asked.

Although Han Qing and others on the side were full of hope, they obviously did not dare to speak. They just stood silently behind the elder brother, silently enhancing his power for him.

Zhuo Yu understood Zeng Yue and said angrily: "I am going to the other party to smash the ground. Isn't I going to travel around and have fun? Why do you bring you with me? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Just a few days ago, Zhuo Yuming arranged the practice charter for several disciples and planned to set off for the Three Star Cave in Xuyunzhou. When he passed by, the mysterious sword cultivator of the Three Star Cave cut him a sword unreasonably. He said at that time that the kindness of this sword will be repaid in the future.

A few days ago, he also learned through the Nie family's intelligence network that the Three Star Cave was just a second-rate sect in Xuyunzhou. There were only a dozen Guizang monks in the sect, and there was no fairyland to stay in charge. Thinking that he was now in the Guizang realm and had nothing to do in the near future, he simply went to the Three Star Cave to find the sword cultivator to settle the grudges of that year.

Even the sword cultivator named Su Lian is now in the realm of returning to the Zang. He is not afraid of anyone except Ning Ji.

"I just watched from a distance, and I promise not to cause trouble for you, Master?"

Zeng Yue still did not give up and was still bargaining.

"You are a little guy who is less than Jindan. You can cut you into two pieces with a sword energy from afar. How far can you stand? Stay honestly in the Nie family and practice well. When the master returns, if you have not yet broken through to the Jindan realm, I will break your legs."

Zhuo Yuming still coldly rejected Zeng Yue's entanglement.

Over the years, Zeng Yue's amazing talent in cultivation has been fully demonstrated. In five years, he has crossed the two realms of condensation and leaklessness. Now he is only one step away from Qihai Dan.

Seeing that the elder brother's perseverance was useless, the remaining few people quickly took the initiative to say goodbye to Zhuo Yuming.

"This trip to be a teacher will only last for a year or two. During this period, you must practice well and not slacken with it."

After giving some advice to the disciples, Zhuo Yuming turned around and said to Nie Rongzheng who had been smiling and smiling, "Master Nie, these guys are here to take care of you." Nie Rongzheng bowed and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Zhuo, please rest assured, just go to Xuyunzhou, I will take care of you."

Long before, Zhuo Yuming and Nie Rongzheng learned about going to the Sanxing Cave to seek revenge. After learning about the foundation of the Sanxing Cave, Nie Rongzheng was naturally relieved about Zhuo Yuming. Just a second-rate sect, can Zhuo Yuming still not be able to escape if he can't beat him?

Besides, he just went to find Su Lian to avenge his sword, not to destroy the inheritance of the other sect. How much trouble can a personal grudge cause?

Nodding, Zhuo Yuming flew up and soared into the sky.

There is a large ferry more than 30 miles away from the Nie family. After waiting for two days, Zhuo Yuming boarded a ferry to Xuyunzhou.

In fact, after Shu Jinran received his instructor, he also expressed his intention to go to Fuyaozhou to pass through him. However, Zhuo Yuming didn't want her to argue with the Demon Lord again, and he specifically replied and persuaded her to stay in Bingyuan State to practice with peace of mind. Shu Jinran naturally had a clear understanding of Zhuo Yuming's combat power, and considering the strength of the other sect, he did not insist much.

After about three months of contact, the ferry arrived in Xuyunzhou.

In the early years, when Zhuo Yuming crossed Xuyunzhou to Penglai Prefecture, the West Sea, he did not stop in Xuyunzhou, and he had no friends here. After getting off the boat, Zhuo Yuming drove the escape light and headed straight to the Sanxing Cave Sect.

The sect of Sanxing Cave is located in a mountain range called Zhaixing Mountain. The main peak is as high as 300 feet high and penetrates into the sky. It is indeed worthy of the word Zhaixing.

On this day, the mountain guard disciples at the foot of Zhaixing Mountain were as usual, with four people taking turns at the mountain gate.

Wangcheng is the leader of this group of disciples. In addition to the notification and guidance of distinguished guests climbing the mountain, he has the right to deal with any matter that provokes the sect on the spot, and then report it.

As the direct disciple of the elder of the sect, Wang Cheng is the most miserable. No other senior brother or sister does not hold positions in the sect, which are rich or shiny, or have a bright face. He is the only one who is just a mere mountain leader.

But who has always been unrighteous to speak, except to practice and never know the business relationship. Can I be a leader at this mountain gate or the elder who executed the execution will take care of the face of his master?

Guarding the mountain gate is also a boring task. There are not many second-rate sects who come to worship the mountain on weekdays. When there is no one, most of the registered disciples chat and fuck each other and pass the time.

The royal city has not been close to women for many years and is not good at gambling, but only a sip of wine.

While I was free, I left the mountain gate alone a few feet away, took out a pot of wine from my arms, and took a handful of fried peanuts in my hand to relieve my alcohol addiction.

The three disciples who were on duty with him knew that he was the disciple of Elder Chuangong and an experienced senior in the sect, so naturally they would not talk too much. The three of them just leaned against the mountain gate and chatted with each other, and went alone with the team leader to enjoy themselves.

"This fellow Taoist, is this where the Sanxing Cave Mountain Gate is located?"

Just as Wang Cheng was feeling uncomfortable, he suddenly heard a gentle voice behind him.

Wang Cheng, who had not noticed that someone was approaching behind him, was shocked and hurriedly put away his work plan and looked back. He saw a young man wearing a white long gown and smiling at him.

Wang Cheng nodded subconsciously and replied, "Yes, this is the Sanxing Cave. Can you ask me where this fellow Taoist originated and why did you come to my sect?"

The man in white smiled gently and asked again: "Why don't you know that Su Lian Jianxian can be on the mountain?"

When Wang Cheng heard that the other party had met Su Lian, he immediately became respectful: "It turns out that the senior is Uncle Su's friend. The younger generation has reported this time, but I don't know whether Uncle Su is in the sect at this time. Please wait at the mountain gate."

After saying that, he planned to invite the man in white to the gate of the mountain.

The man in white smiled and waved his hand, saying, "No need, don't bother fellow Taoists, I'll do it myself."

After the words came, a white robes in front of him suddenly rose up and soared upwards until they were high in the hillside, before they stopped and sank in the void.

The man in white looked up at the top of the mountain and spoke loudly: "Zhuo Yuming, Fuyaozhou, comes to find Su Lian Jianxian to repay the kindness of the sword that year. Please come out of the mountain to see him."

The sound became clearer and louder, and in a blink of an eye it echoed through the mountains, with lingering sounds.

After touching about half a cup of tea, a grand sword light lit up from the Zhaixing Mountain and rushed towards the white clothes with thunder.
Chapter completed!