Volume 1: Red Dust Sword Sect Chapter 36: The Tragic Su

  This fleeting light flashed through the transmission symbol array and was instantly transmitted to the transmission symbol array of the Tianhuang Neizhengmen sect.

  In the northwest of Tianhuang, there is a mountain called Xuankong Mountain. The mountain is like a giant crocodile's mouth opening outwards, and the entrance to the Sancai Gate is located here.

  At this moment, the leader of Sancai Gate, Liu Yan, looked at Fugui's thoughtful expression and said: "In this Tianhuang, there are only low-level cultivators, the disciples of the sect are not good or bad, and the population is not prosperous. This Piaomiao Dao person can actually take out a treasure as a gift and give it to the disciple of an old friend. This is indeed extremely rare!"

  Liu Yan was in his prime, only in his early forties, with a sturdy and robust physique, thick and powerful arms, if he wasn't wearing a blue Taoist robe, he would look more like a butcher, with a face full of flesh and eyes that seemed to hold a fierce energy.

  The disciple behind him rolled his eyes a few times and said slowly: "Master, this matter looks quite strange! And Zhang Yuefeng, the way he speaks seems to be somewhat flustered, with sweat on his forehead. By all accounts, this should be a good thing!"

  Liu Yan listened and said seriously, "What do you know? Zhang Fengyue must have liked Murong Xue. Now that this junior sister is marrying her junior brother, with Piaomiao Zhenren as the witness, he must be feeling uncomfortable! Who wouldn't like this beautiful and delicate girl?"

  Liu Yan spoke as he lifted his head, a pair of eyes with a sinister aura gazing into the distance. Three years ago, Murong Xue had been fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of him, and that beauty was truly one of the best in the world.

  At this time, the disciple behind him asked again: "Master, are we going or not?"

  Liu Yan stroked his chin and said, "The little brat from the Red Dust Sword Sect hasn't inherited the position of sect leader yet. According to seniority, he's one level lower than me, so I don't need to go. You can prepare some spirit stones and gifts to send over at that time! Although the Red Dust Sword Sect has declined now, we should maintain a little connection with them. If they become powerful in the future, we can acknowledge our relationship and continue to maintain it!"

  Liu Yan finished speaking and sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed, his disciples behind him bowed their heads and retreated a few steps before turning around and walking out of the house.

  Taoist sect, inside the Qingxuan Hall.

  Frankincense wafts, an old man with a white-haired cloak sits on a green stone, the old man's long eyebrows are like swords, inserted upside down from the top of his head and hanging down from his ears.

  This piece of celadon seemed extraordinary at first glance, emitting a bright and lustrous glow. A refreshing coolness that could penetrate the heart and spleen emanated from the stone and spread throughout the old man's body.

  The old man slowly opened his eyes and said, "Qingxu, come in!"

  An eleven or twelve-year-old Taoist boy, wearing an exceptionally large Taoist robe, rushed in from outside, and when he passed the threshold, he accidentally tripped and fell. In a flurry, he scrambled to his feet and cursed at the threshold: "Hiss! You stupid wooden threshold, always opposing me, one day I'll chop you up for firewood!"

  While speaking, he got up from the ground and saw the old man's stern gaze. He quickly changed his expression and respectfully bowed, saying, "Master, the little one of Hongchen Sword Sect is going to get married!"

  The old man said slowly: "That young master has brought disaster to the disciples of that sect!"

  Xiao Dao Tong couldn't help but laugh and say, "A fish doesn't leave its own pond, that scourge is actually our own family's sister-in-law!" As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had misspoken, and followed Shifu in scolding the scourge. Just thinking about whether he would get scolded or not, he suddenly heard a loud angry shout.

  "What's this old thing doing!"

  Dao Tong suddenly saw his master's great anger, and his heart skipped a beat. But he found that his master was scolding someone else, so he curiously asked, "Master, who are you referring to?"

  "This has nothing to do with you, what's the point of asking?" The old man glared at his grandson.

  At this time, the little Taoist's eyes rolled around a few times and said, "Master, the Wandering Taoist has lost a lot of money this time! He acted as the best man for that scourge and even gave a five-element treasure as a gift. Should we go or not?"

  Suddenly, only the old man was seen, who stood up abruptly, his eyes gleaming with anger as he cursed: "You shameless old thief, how cunning! Three days ago, you sent a message asking me to be your adopted son and Mu Rong Xue's witness for their wedding, but now you're licking someone else's unwiped ass, truly despicable!"

  The little Taoist saw his master's ancestor suddenly fly into a great rage, look around with his head lowered, and hastily retreat.

  Piaoyou Peak Cloud Pavilion

  A slender figure with a hunched back stood beside the Unnamed Abyss, with two people standing behind him, one wearing white clothes and the other wearing green clothes.

  The man in white was about thirty years old, with a pale face and a slight mustache. He had a gentle appearance, with sleeves fluttering as if he were a divine being, full of spirit and vigor. This man was Liu Suifeng, the eldest disciple of the Daoist master Piaoyao.

  The man in blue clothes is naturally Su Lun.

  At this moment, Su Lun's face had no elegance or refinement, his forehead was sweating, his eyelids were twitching non-stop, and his hands hung unnaturally at his sides without a word.

  Liu looked at Master's back and said, "Master, now that Zhang Hao has used this despicable trick, what should we do?"

  Su Leng immediately responded to the senior brother's words, saying, "This guy is despicable and shameless, his actions are treacherous, making it impossible for people to guard against him. This time he lost the treasure, please Master punish him!" After speaking, he knelt heavily on both knees on the bluestone of Guanyun Pavilion.

  "We underestimated him! On August 12th, I'll personally meet this little brat!"

  The Taoist priest said, his stooping body gradually turned around, Su Lun's head hung even lower, he took two steps back and stopped, saying:

  "Suren, you're too rigid and conventional in your thinking. Take some time to reflect on yourself here, think it through clearly, then come see me."

  "Follow me with the wind, I have something for you to handle!"

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and his body slightly moved, his figure had already stepped out three zhang far away, in just a few breaths he left the Unnamed Abyss.

  Liu followed Su Lun with a glance and went along with him.

  "Disciple, obeying Master's teachings!"

  As he watched the two figures disappear at the end of the stone steps leading up the mountain, Su Lun finally looked up at the sky and cursed: "Zhang Hao, you little scoundrel, if you fall into my hands, I will definitely tear you to pieces!"

  The sound was transmitted far away and echoed around the precipice of the unknown abyss.

  "Smashed into ten thousand pieces, smashed into ten thousand pieces...... smashed into ten thousand pieces."

  At the bend of the mountain foot, Yi Yan listened to the sound drifting back from the top of the mountain, and a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows. The melancholy that had been suppressed in his heart was finally relieved today!

  At first, I was framed by Hao's hands, and my second brother didn't care about the same door relationship at all. Even in front of Master, he slandered me, saying that I was foolish, rough, and simple-minded.

  "You've got what was coming to you! Serves you right!" Yi Yan muttered under his breath as he slowly made his way up from the foot of the mountain.

  "Good heavens! The twists and turns of life are indeed unpredictable. The most favored disciple of our master is now kneeling in this Cloud Viewing Pavilion, admiring the scenery - what a wonderful and elegant pastime!"

  Su Leng turned his head back, took a look and saw that it was Yi Yan. He let out a cold laugh and then ignored him.

  Looking at Su Leng's disdainful appearance, Yi Yan's heart was filled with rage. He had always been hot-tempered and straightforward. In the past, when he worked as a porter at the foot of Tianbao Pavilion Market outside the city of Fengshen, three hundred miles away, he hated nothing more than scholars and literati.

  At this moment, seeing Su Lun's self-righteous appearance, the anger in his heart suddenly burst out. He stroked his chin with a coarse and rough beard like steel needles, furrowed his brow and growled in a low voice: "How, you still look down on me! Didn't you also fall flat this time?"

  He still wasn't good with words and after being choked up for half a day, he finally managed to say something that was neither here nor there.

  Su Lun looked at him and shook his head, letting out a long sigh.

  Yi Yansu thought for a moment and didn't understand why he sighed, so he hurriedly asked, "Why are you sighing? You haven't lost your father or mother, what's there to sigh about?"

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