Chapter 1588 Poor Baby

Facing the quasi-sage who was suppressing his anger, Mo Qiuyu didn't dare to hide anything. She has practiced and served Tianjun Binghe for more than 300,000 years, so she understands Tianjun Binghe's temperament very well.

So the story of Mo Qiuyu has to start from a hundred thousand years ago.

That year, Mo Qiuyu forcibly broke through the pass, causing Bingluan's true energy to lose control, and the whole person would fall into the ice cave and face the most severe death. At this time, Jiang Shu, the great ancestor of the Tianshui Empire, appeared.

Because Jiang Shu's blood has the power stolen from the saint's blood, it can cause the blood to boil if it gets out of control. And this kind of boiling power just matched Mo Qiuyu's out-of-control true energy.

In order to practice, Mo Qiuyu knocked Jiang Shu unconscious.

"Wait!" Binghe Tianjun rubbed his eyebrows in shock, "Jiang Shu was in a coma for ten years, didn't he do it himself?"

Mo Qiuyu's face was a little red, but she still nodded.

Immediately, Binghe Tianjun was stunned, stunned, and shocked~~~

After a while, Binghe Tianjun said leisurely: "You are really my good disciple."

Mo Qiuyu lowered his head slightly, "But at that time when the opportunity for breakthrough came, but the true essence lost control and went mad, I didn't think too much at that time.

About a year later, my cultivation was stable, and three years later, I officially entered the Dzogchen realm of Daluojin. He hesitated for another six years before waking him up.

But... But he didn't treat him badly, his cultivation base also raised a level, and left a solid foundation. "

Binghe Tianjun tried his best to tighten his face and waved his hands: "Okay, needless to say. I now understand the relationship between you and that Jiang Shu. You can talk about your handling after arriving in the Tianshui Empire."

Mo Qiuyu spoke eloquently, not daring to hide anything. When he said that he deliberately used the gravity of the fairy palace to cause conflicts, but was calculated by the opponent's hardcore, Binghe Tianjun sighed and said nothing.

When Mo Qiuyu finally finished speaking, Tianjun Binghe snorted coldly: "You are really capable! Now that you are well, I will become the laughing stock of the quasi-sacred world!"

"Ah..." Mo Qiuyu blinked stupidly.

Binghe Tianjun popped out a little ball of memory and landed in front of Mo Qiuyu, "Look for yourself."

Mo Qiuyu absorbed the light ball of memory, and his complexion soon became ugly. Here is not only the situation of the Blue Star Group, but also the current state of Tianjun Binghe.

To be honest, seeing these news, Mo Qiuyu was stunned.

After giving Mo Qiuyu a little time to reflect, Binghe Tianjun said: "The situation is very bad now. The Blue Star Group is indeed bold, but it also hits the nail on the head. How do you think this matter should be handled?"

Mo Qiuyu fell into deep thought.

This matter is a bit tricky. If it is handled too much, the reputation of Tianjun Binghe will be completely discredited. But if it is handled lightly, it may make people think that Binghe Tianjun is nothing more than that, which will affect his prestige. Moreover, if the treatment is light, it does not mean that the stigma can be dealt with well. But if the stigma cannot be dealt with, everything will be in vain.

There is a need for a method that can reflect the magnanimity of Tianjun Binghe, and it is best to show the bright side of Tianjun Binghe by the way; Best of all, he could redeem all the masters who were captured alive.

Killing two birds with one stone is obviously not enough! It takes four birds with one stone to barely suffice.

However, such a strategy does not seem to be available in a short period of time.

Mo Qiuyu was thinking, Binghe Tianjun was thinking, and Binghe Tianjun's disciples and subordinates were also thinking.

It is estimated that Zhang Hao could not have imagined that a public opinion discussion would bring such pressure to Zhunsheng. The impact of this incident was so great that after three days, several quasi-sages had learned about it; after ten days, almost all the quasi-sages had sent congratulatory messages... Cough, cough, sent greetings of concern.

But these caring greetings are just superficial, what is the actual situation...you can understand it with your toes.

Someone suggested: How about killing all the people within the 30,000 light-year range. Thousands of years later, it will be prosperous again.

Someone suggested: Why don't you plead guilty, the quasi-sage plead guilty, full of sincerity!

Someone suggested: Don't worry about such a trivial matter, just kick that Blue Star Group, and then you can preside over any public opinion, ten years is enough to turn it around.

Some people suggested: How about teaching without discrimination and accepting a wide range of disciples. In this way, the situation can be reversed in an instant, and more people can help you wave the flag.

But this is actually a bad idea! Why, because practitioners above the Golden Immortal need to 'cultivate the Tao', not like low-level practitioners, as long as they accumulate true essence is enough.

There is a saying in the world of practice: There are three thousand ways.

Not to mention whether such a statement is correct, but at least it has been confirmed that the path that the quasi-sage has traveled will not be able to be followed by the latecomers. Therefore, when Zhunsheng recruits disciples, if he does not want the later disciples to kill each other, each disciple must teach a different 'Tao'.

But the energy of a quasi-sage is not unlimited. A quasi-sage's disciples are usually three or five, or even one or two, seven or eight. If there are more than a dozen, the overall practice situation will be lowered.

Even if they are registered disciples, there are usually not too many.

The difference between a disciple and a named disciple is: the teacher is responsible for the disciple's "Tao"; the named disciple's "Tao" must be prepared by himself, and the teacher will give some pointers at most. One is for academic classes and the other is for self-study classes.

In short, Binghe Tianjun directly ignored these mocking 'concerns'. What she mainly looks for is some help that needs to be paid back.

Yes, there is a need for reciprocation; this kind of help is more sincere-although it is not necessarily so sincere.

For example, someone said: Ice beauty, you just follow the old man, and we will face all the difficulties together... Well, put this aside.

Someone said: Lord Binghe, you have collected so many star cores recently, I want half of them.

Someone said: Lord Binghe, your alchemy furnace is good, how about lending it to me for five million years? Oh no, five hundred years.

…

These guys are all masters who take advantage of the fire. The one who borrowed the alchemy furnace for 500 years, I am afraid that he will never return it.

Binghe Tianjun calmly flipped through one message after another, and found that the one that asked for the alchemy furnace was actually the cheapest! ! !

"These bastards!" Binghe Tianjun angrily threw the jade slips with this information on the ground, and the jade slips collapsed and splashed on the hard ground.

In the midst of anger, a disciple came in to announce that the old Wang next door had come. Ahem, it was Lei Xingfeng Zhunsheng from next door who came over in person.

Binghe Tianjun put away his anger, and after taking a few deep breaths, the faint icy aura returned to his face, and then he floated gracefully out of the hall. As soon as he went out, he saw a thundercloud rolling in the sky in the distance, and a man in a black long shirt was lying on it drinking.

"What are you doing here!" Seeing Lei Xingfeng's attitude, Binghe Tianjun became even more angry. We are all old neighbors, and Binghe Tianjun is still very clear about Lei Xingfeng's style.

Lei Xingfeng is not a vagabond; but at this moment, this attitude...is it for mockery?

Lei Xingfeng sat up with 'effort', "Oh, tsk tsk...the beauty is so beautiful."

Binghe Tianjun stopped talking nonsense, and raised his hand to see a roaring glacier. But seeing bright lights flashing in the surrounding starry sky, the black hole (horizon) beneath him seemed to tremble slightly, and a roaring glacier appeared out of thin air, crashing towards Lei Xingfeng.

Lei Xingfeng didn't hide. The glacier crashed down... and passed through it like a shadow.

"Tsk...you're still so gentle, unwilling to kill." Lei Xingfeng still wanted to drink.

But Binghe Tianjun stopped attacking, his willow eyebrows stood upright, "Where is your body, just send a clone over, are you so afraid of death?"

"It's not because I'm afraid of death, but because I'm afraid of your violent temper. You said that it's been so many years, and your temper hasn't changed. This shouldn't cause trouble. I told you a long time ago that mortals have tempers too."

"You're just making sarcastic remarks!"

"No, no, no!" Lei Xingfeng finally became serious, put away the wine gourd, and stood up, "I have a solution to your problem this time. But... I want to know what you are collecting so many star cores for." , if there is any means of practice, I want that way of practice."

"You don't need to be hypocritical..."

"Wait! Don't rush to refuse!" Lei Xingfeng stretched out his index finger and swayed it lightly, "This time, your name and mine were mentioned in the matter, so I feel more deeply about your state.

Hmm... am I just talking here, or... a detailed account of the lonely man and the widow living in the same room? "

Binghe Tianjun trembled with anger from this bastard neighbor, but in the end he snorted angrily and brought Lei Xingfeng's clone into the hall.

Entering the main hall, Binghe Tianjun used all means to seal the hall, disturbing the secrets, and preventing other quasi-sages from prying; but Lei Xingfeng looked at Mo Qiuyu who was standing aside, and tsk-tsk: "Poor baby."

Mo Qiuyu only felt a surge of anger rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and he really wanted to punch Lei Xingfeng in the mouth.

But Lei Xingfeng didn't seem to give up, and even patted Mo Qiuyu's head lightly, "If you want to be open, don't get angry or get angry. This matter... I will blame you."

Mo Qiuyu: ...

"You said that you are also a quasi-sage disciple, and everything you say and do represents the teacher. How can you be so impulsive in doing things.

By the way, what is the relationship between you and that Jiang Shu? "

Mo Qiuyu: ...

Lei Xingfeng wanted to say something, but the Binghe Tianjun next to him finally finished his work, and sneered: "A certain person is really capable, besides bullying women, he is also bullying juniors!"

Lei Xingfeng laughed and didn't care: "Let's swear first. I will tell you the method, and you will tell me the exercises."

This is nothing, there is still some distrust between everyone... Although they are old neighbors, there are many conflicts and frictions between them, and the pressure of competition is not small.

After swearing, Lei Xingfeng spoke first. At this time, Lei Xingfeng looked stern: "Just now, I felt that I seemed to be paid attention to by the Zhoutian formation. I think the legend may be true. The current Zhoutian formation Even if it is not the Holy Emperor, it is inextricably linked with the Holy Emperor.

For example, with a clone like me, the Holy Emperor may be able to separate out a clone to supervise the formation.

Even I have received attention, are you afraid that you have received a warning or something? "