Empress: My senior brother is too salty

cold state.

The land of the extreme north.

It snows here half the year.

The remaining half of the year is spent on snow removal.

In this kind of bitter cold place, apart from the generals guarding the frontier, there is only Hanshan Temple.

However, there are not a few ascetic monks who come to pilgrimage.

Above a group of ascetic monks wriggling forward, a stream of light flashed across quickly, startling the ascetic monks below.

The monks thought that the Buddha had manifested his holiness, and they all paid homage to him.

Hanshan Temple is located on the top of the snow mountain.

The streamer pierced the sky and landed steadily in a yard, revealing a fat monk anxiously.

"Abbot, Wuxin, I brought it back."

The fat monk hurried into the room with the dying Wu Xin in his arms.

The room was warm and pleasant. After the fat monk entered the room, the wind and snow on his body were instantly blown away, and there was no trace of dust on his body.

The benevolent old monk Mingguang sat in front of the Buddha statue, bowing his head and chanting sutras.

When the fat monk came in, Ming Guang raised his head slowly.

"How is his injury?"

"The muscles and veins all over his body are broken, the Qi Sea God Sea is shattered, and the Qi is like a thread, even if he is rescued, he will be a useless person."

The fat monk looked serious.

Mingguang frowned and let out a long sigh.

"This is his fate. There is a calamity in his life, and he can't escape it."

"Abbot, are you still going to save him?"

The fat monk urged.

Ming Guang's long eyebrows moved, and he took out a brocade box from his sleeve.

"This is the last extreme return pill in this temple, feed it to him."

"Is this appropriate? He's just a half-demon, and Ji Huan Dan is for you."

The fat monk was a little anxious and didn't reach out to take the brocade box.

Ming Guang said with a smile: "Everyone has his own destiny. When it's time to go to see the Buddha, even a single elixir can't save me. Give it to this child, it's destiny."

"It's… okay."

The fat monk sighed, nodded, and took the brocade box.

Opening the brocade box, a scent of medicine immediately filled the room.

The fat monk took a deep breath, and the exhaustion along the way disappeared in an instant.

Thinking inwardly what a pity, the fat monk squeezed the Jihuan Pill and put it into Wuxin's mouth.

Then he pointed at Wuxin's mouth and sent the pill into his stomach for him.

Suddenly, a ball of golden light enveloped Wuxin inside.

"Abbot, is this all right?"

"Well, after 49 days, he will recover. As for whether his cultivation can be restored, it depends on his good fortune."

Mingguang nodded.

The fat monk pondered for a while, and said: "Abbot, Shanzhou has beaten Wuxin like this. We have to avenge this revenge."

"When is it time to repay the injustice." Ming Guang recited the Buddha's mantra: "Besides, you can't beat that person."

"Hehe, if you can't beat that person, can you still beat their sect? A mere Yuan Yizong has just been promoted to a first-class sect, and his strength is too weak."

The fat monk smiled dismissively.

Ming Guang said: "With the eldest princess behind Yuan Yizong, what can you do?"

"This……"

The fat monk was caught in a dilemma for a while.

Hanshan Temple may not be afraid of the forces of the world, but it must not be afraid of the eldest princess.

The most beloved sister of Emperor Qian, who in the world can afford to provoke her, who dares to provoke her?
"Go on, just leave Wuxin here with me."

Ming Guang waved his hands and continued to recite the Buddha's name with his head bowed.

"Yes!"

The fat monk exited the room, closed the door, and glanced at the snowflakes in the sky.

"It's snowing again, and the year is coming to an end."

The fat monk shook his head, glanced at the golden light in the room, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

"First seat!"

"I've seen the first seat."

The fat monk walked quickly through the temple.

Came to a big hall, opened the door and entered.

"Brother Mingli, what did the abbot say?"

The fat monk sighed: "What else can I say, he said when it's time to repay the wrong, and said we can't beat that person."

"Then we can't just let Yuan Yizong go so easily."

The thin monk beside him frowned.

The fat monk nodded heavily with a sullen face: "This matter really can't just end like this.

Wu Xin was almost killed, Senior Brother Ming Guang used up the last Extreme Return Pill, our Hanshan Temple suffered a huge loss, if the other four holy places caused us such a loss, it would be justified, but the other party is just a small sect who has just been promoted to the first class Door.

Moreover, once this matter was tossed about, Wuxin also understood her own life experience. If there was a trouble at that time, it would not end well. The most important thing was the Northern Demon King.

If the Demon Emperor knew that his son was almost killed, he might launch an invasion. Our Hanshan Temple can't afford it. "

After the fat monk's analysis, everyone in the hall nodded in agreement.

"Then senior brother Mingli thought of any solution?"

Someone asked.

Mingli pondered for a moment: "Yuan Yizong is the influence of the eldest princess. If we want to engage Yuan Yizong, we have to bypass the eldest princess."

"I have a plan..."

……

mountain state.

After the martial arts meeting, Yuan Yizong's reputation has resounded throughout Shanzhou.

In the hearts of the common people, Yuan Yizong is the veritable first sect.

For those who want to be strong, there is Ye Qingxuan who is able to strengthen Buddhism and is suspected of being a pure land.

In the background, in the hands of the core disciples, everyone has an earth-level top-grade magic weapon.

In order to gain reputation, Zhao Wuji worked hard for many years, and no one in the entire Shanzhou said that Yuan Yizong was not good.

Under the combined conditions, the reputation of the other three cases is gradually declining.

After all, the Shanzhou Martial Arts Contest was created by the three sects. It's good to win with such disgraceful means, but if you lose, you will be doomed.

This year's Iron Sword Sect accepted apprentices, and very few joined the Iron Sword Sect.

The new head of the Iron Sword Sect is even more dejected every day.

On the other hand, Yuan Yizong is thriving and prosperous.

In front of the mountain gate, someone has already built a village and town below, so they can arrive as soon as possible when Yuan Yizong opens the mountain again to accept disciples.

In the sect, every disciple had an uncontrollable smile on his face.

So cool!
Is this the treatment of a first-class sect?
Ordinary disciples who go out to practice and reveal their identities will be regarded as guests of honor. Those ladies in the city also set their sights on Yuan Yizong.

In short, Yuan Yizong is too popular.

Different from other places in Zongli, Heji Peak is still so quiet.

At best, Fenghua and Chengyue came more frequently.

Ye Qingxuan came out of the room and patted Gu Qiyi awake.

"Stinky boy, hurry up and make a meal for Teacher Wei."

"what happened?"

Gu Qiyi opened his eyes and asked in surprise.

Ye Qingxuan said with a smile: "As a teacher, I have already found the solution to the Enlightenment Pill and the Sanyuan Guiyi Pill. After eating this meal, I will leave the sect and find someone to experiment with the results."

Gu Qiyi: ...

Well, three seconds of silence for the test subject.

Gu Qiyi got up and walked into the kitchen.

Although it's not time for meal at this time, after all, it's a farewell meal, and he has to show his hand.

Ye Qingxuan lay on the wicker chair, squinting his eyes comfortably.

"Brother!"

Fenghua's voice came.

Ye Qingxuan shivered.

"Junior Sister, why are you here again?"

"Hee hee, brother, do you see what I brought you?"

Feng Hua walked over in a palace attire, holding a box in his hand.

When he opened the box, Ye Qingxuan's expression changed.

"Yuanyang grass?"

"That's right, Senior Brother, your body will definitely be deficient due to your daily toil. Junior Sister has prepared Yuanyang Grass for you, just to replenish you."

Feng Hua Yingying smiled, and when he heard a voice from the kitchen, he immediately said: "It happens that Nephew Gu is cooking, I asked him to deal with the Yuanyang grass for you, and I will make it up for you."

"Ha ha……"

Ye Qingxuan smiled awkwardly, the corners of his mouth trembling.

Farewell dinner.

Yan Luo who was in retreat was also called out by Gu Qiyi.

At the dinner table, Fenghua served Ye Qingxuan a bowl of soup, and said with a smile: "Brother, try it, this is specially made for you by Nephew Gu."

"Thank you junior sister for your kindness, but the soup is too hot, drink it later."

Ye Qingxuan put Tang aside, then looked at everyone.

"After this meal, I'm going to take a long trip. You should practice hard in the sect, understand?"

"Yeah, I know Master."

Lin Che nodded vigorously.

Ye Qingxuan was very satisfied, and then looked at Gu Qiyi: "Especially you, don't be so lazy, as the acting peak master, it will be good for you to attend more sect meetings."

"Ha ha…"

Gu Qiyi laughed dryly, but did not refute.

After teaching Gu Qiyi a lesson, Ye Qingxuan put on a smile and looked at Yan Luo: "Xiao Luo, practice requires a combination of work and rest, and it is easy to go crazy if you practice hard all the time. After you have consolidated your cultivation at the Buxu Realm, go out for a walk. , there may be some opportunity waiting for you."

"Ah."

Yan Luo nodded, lowered her head and continued cooking.

Fenghua looked at Ye Qingxuan reluctantly, and pouted his mouth: "Brother, won't you take me out?"

"I want you to look after these three children for me, so I won't take you this time."

"Okay!"

Fenghua feels wronged.

Ye Qingxuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Where are you going, old man?"

Gu Qiyi asked.

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly: "Northland!"