Nowadays, the right path is strong. The Tiandao League formed by the ten sects occupies the Jiangnan area where the most aura is in the world, and the court protected by the unicorn is located in the north of the Yangtze River. Although the two are not very harmonious, they are quite consistent in their rejection of the magic way. Therefore, although the magic sect has ambitions, it can only settle in the Mobei region where resources are scarce. If it were not for the alliance with the Daxueshan Demon Race and the overseas ghost domain, it would have been long since. Was razed to the ground by the righteous monks.

The position of the leader of the Heavenly Dao League is changed every ten years. Only the ten people with the strongest comprehensive ability of the Righteous Path can be selected. The remaining nine positions on the rivers and lakes are naturally robbed of their heads.

To participate in the Heavenly Dao League, high morals is the first condition. In recent years, in order to prove their virtues, the martial arts have been open to disaster relief and rescue, and young disciples have been released one after another to travel. The work of catching thieves and suppressing bandits is faster than arresting. Duqin. The competition for the right way is so fierce, Qiuyuebai has not left Mingchuan all the year round, but has stood out and won the holy name, which shows that his ability is indeed extraordinary.

Now that it is autumn, Cangtian Mansion distributes autumn clothes and food to the refugees in the city according to the usual practice. As the master of the mansion, Qiuyuebai naturally wants to check it out. His legs have no spiritual veins by nature. Although his appearance is the same as ordinary people, he can't walk and can only rely on a wheelchair to move. Even if he enters the Nascent Soul Stage, he can't cure the natural disability. Although he is one of the ten strongest monks, he still sits on a white jade wheelchair and fiddles with a guqin in his arms. He seems to have something to worry about.

Cun Jie changed the clothes of an ordinary monk, sealed his true energy with medicine, and ordered his subordinates to leave multiple wounds on his body, only to look at the appearance of being chased by the demon cultivator. The righteous monk, he quietly ambushed among the beggars. When Qiuyue's white and blue guqin appeared behind the guard, he immediately rushed out of the crowd and fell in front of his wheelchair.

His expression was desperately trying to speak, but he coughed for a long time and still didn't have a clear speech, until he fell into a coma, he only suffocated one sentence, "Palace Lord, go...demon..."

It is perfect to avoid the weight and lighten it. Even You Jiang can only nod his head and praise when he sees it: "Yes, he will be unconscious before he finishes speaking. This kid has acquired the essence of pretending to be a righteous monk."

He said lightly, but the Naihe fan in his hand was filled with cultivation base to stop Fu Hongye from going, and he would never give this righteous leader a chance to interfere with the demon cult. Cangtian Mansion belongs to the Heavenly Dao League. Even if Fu Hongye is lost in his mind, he still relies on his instinct to stop the Demon Cultivation. Seeing You Jiang's obstacle, he immediately persuades him with troubles: "Fengzhi, don't make a temper, I don't want to do anything with you."

You Jiang with such an expression is not unfamiliar. The two are clearly opposites of each other. Every time the young man confronts him, there is no hostility in his eyes. Instead, he is full of "Why are you forcing me to shoot?" Such a helpless sigh.

However, even though his expression was reluctant, Fu Hongye frowned and drew his sword on the battlefield, using this troubled expression to defeat Moxiu's attack time and time again, so that the attitude that he can win with any shot is more lethal than serious hostility. Ginger is angry.

Last night, the fire in You Jiang's heart was still suppressed by reason. Now that he saw the most hated appearance, he not only refused to retreat but deceived him, he squeezed out a soul-killing talisman in his hand and took it directly to the Hongye Mianmen." What a coincidence, I just like to play with you. I will hit you once when I see you. Sooner or later, I want you to die in the hands of Mo Xiu!"

This inn is only one street away from Cangtian Mansion. Naturally, You Jiang cannot use too much devilish energy when he makes a move. Fortunately, Fu Hongye, a swordsman who lost his sword, could not exert his strength. Facing this curse to torture the gods, he had to dodge. Back down.

In the end, Fu Hongye remained the same as before, sighing and confronting the demon with a sword, and only said softly, "Sorry."

The voice of the youth is like a spring breeze crossing the border with incomparable tenderness, full of coaxing helpless retreat. If you listen to it, you will only feel that the bones are crisp. On the contrary, it is the first sword intent of the day, even if there is no weapon in hand, it is still sharp and invincible. With just one blow, the formation covering the wing room was broken, and a strand of You Jiang's long hair was also cut off.

Qingsi landed leisurely, Frost Red Sword Qi gathered in the hands of the white-clothed monk again, and attacked You Jiang again without hesitation. The heavenly sword in Xuanmen has always been noble and noble, but Fu Hongye's sword intent is red like a frosty leaf. Once it is displayed, it is like the murderous air of autumn and winter. It comes naturally, and no one can stop it.

This sword energy was no one to stop the world during the Hongye Crossing Tribulation period. Now he is a stray immortal cultivation base, and he moved mountains and rivers with a sword, shattered houses, broken mountains, and continued to spread towards the sky, blinking. It seemed to be cut straight to the end of the sky.

You Jiang knew that Fu Hongye had reached another level now, but the youth before him had been confused, and he would not fight back when he was beaten or scolded, but he felt better to deal with it than in the past. Now that Fu Hongye has encountered injustice, his righteous nature has suddenly awakened, and You Jiang's stern posture made You Jiang glanced with satisfaction-yes, this is Fu Hongye, the enemy of his life.

Fu Hongye, surrounded by sword aura, is full of the coercion of Sanxian on his subordinates. He is a man no matter how close he is. If he blocks the momentum of swords and swords, but can't do anything, even the daring loneliness is so scared that he quickly hides. When he got up, You Jiang was the only one who was still standing there, spread out his folding fan and smiled proudly: "If you want to be nosy, kill me first."

Fu Hongye said that fate is value. This is a sentence You Jiang would never agree with, because fate is the least valuable in Modao.

From the first day of enlightenment, Demon Cultivation only wanted to live happily, and such things as fate could be thrown away at any time for the sake of one's own spirit. Perhaps Fu Hongye's life was very valuable, but You Jiang didn't. No one in this world would cherish the life of a demon, even himself.

The two fought again, and You Jiang knew that he was no match for Fu Hongye, so he led people out of the city. With their cultivation base, it turned into a streamer and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the people who were stunned by this strong man around the ruins of the inn and talked a lot.

Cangtian Mansion ranks at the end of the Heavenly Dao League with virtues. Based on this, whether Qiu Yuebai is a true saint or a hypocrite, he must be good in front of people, and must not ignore an injury that is clearly a righteous monk. You Jiang fancy this point before he ordered Cun Jie to fall directly in front of Qiu Yuebai, and although this great Qiu Dashan person did not understand why Fu Hongye would chase a demon and leave, he finally ordered someone to carry Cun Jie in. Autumn House.

Fu Hongye's appearance and departure were extremely sudden, and the manager of Cangtian Mansion couldn't figure out what was going on, but seeing that Qiu Yuebai wanted to leave behind this person of unknown origin, she couldn't help but persuade: "Palace Lord, now you are on the cusp of the storm. It’s better to do more than to do less."

The blue-clothed man in the wheelchair has been calm as water, even if Fu Hongye's shocking sword aura fell in front of his eyes, he did not show any surprise, but his eyes moved when he heard this. He raised his eyes silently and met the people gathered together. The eyes he got were mostly worry and suspicion. It was difficult to find the trust of the past. He clasped the strings of the piano subconsciously, and only sighed: "It's already like this. Is it worse? First carry him into the mansion and ask the doctor to heal him."

Cangtian Mansion is not a weak school. If it is just the rumors, it can be resolved by itself, without the intervention of the Heavenly Dao League. The reason why it has developed to the point where Fu Hongye needs to come in person is the only thing that even Qiuyuebai can't find the source.

He doesn’t know if Fu Hongye has found out the truth, but secretly expecting that the demon cultivator who is chasing by the leader is the culprit. At this time, he only asked the people again: "Everyone, no matter how you question Qiu, there is only one thing to keep in mind. Yu Xin, there is a problem with the water in Yujun Grottoes. Never give it to people to drink, let alone irrigate fairy tea."

Mingchuan made a fortune from immortal water, and the people lived by planting immortal tea for generations. Yujun Cave is the source of immortal water. However, just before March, Qiuyuebai suddenly announced the existence of monsters in Yujun's cave, and completely closed the place, prohibiting anyone from taking water. Immortal tea relies entirely on immortal water to provide aura. If the water used to irrigate the ordinary water would not be effective, there would be no monks to buy it. If the water was sealed by the Cangtian Mansion, the income of the entire city would be cut off.

Obstructing people’s wealth is naturally resented. At first, Qiuyuebai was able to suppress the matter with his prestige. After a long time no monsters were found, the people in the city couldn’t wait any longer. They asked Cangtian Mansion for an explanation, and from time to time someone sneaked in. The conflict between Yujun Grottoes fetching water and the guard disciples became more and more intense, and there were even rumors that Cangtian Mansion had found treasures in Yujun Grottoes and wanted to monopolize them.

The wealthy households in the city were waiting for the fairy water to exchange the spirit stones from the cultivation sect. The people who planted the fairy tea for a year also waited for the water to be irrigated. It hasn't happened for nearly a hundred years, and no one has ever had a problem with it before. Cangtian Mansion said it would be too much to seal it!"

Qiu Yuebai has heard too much of their dissatisfaction these days. He estimates that the people in the city are tired of his explanations. Now he only said in a deep voice: "My Cangtian Palace has asked the Heavenly Dao League to investigate. Just now that person is Xuanmen. Sovereign, if he takes action, I believe that the cause of the water source variation will be found soon. Please be patient."

The prestige of the Heavenly Dao League finally played a role. Everyone present remembered that the sword aura that almost smashed the sky finally stopped and the noisy disappeared, but they could still hear someone lamenting: "Oh, I hope the ban will be lifted soon, this immortal. Tea can't be cut off for too long, and if this continues, our harvest for a year will be gone."

The fairy tea line started from Cangtian Mansion. No one knows better than Qiuyuebai how important Yujun Cave is to Mingchuan. Surrounded by mountains, the place is not rich in materials, not suitable for farming or business. Without this Wang Lingquan, it would be impossible to develop. Into today's scale. The people can't lose the fairy water, but he must not let the polluted water be sent to the various sects and cause chaos in the world. Now he can only resist this pressure alone and place all expectations on Fu Hongye.

The fallen young man in black was so badly injured that he didn't know what the Demon Cult was planning. hope that the head of the demon can solve the demon and return the city to a clean one. Just hope that Yujun Grotto can still be saved, don't ruin Mingchuan's century-old family business.

In the bleak autumn breeze, the blue-clothed monk's sigh was inaudible, and it turned into a helpless word in the end-"Fu Sect, I hope you will kill the demons and come back soon."