At The Beginning, The Holy Land Master Is The Uncle, And The Empress Is A Disciple And A Slave.

Gu Liangyuan clearly remembered that there was an entry on luck in Zhang Yang's system panel that related good fortune and misfortune.

Every time you are in a situation where you are bound to die, you will have the opportunity to gain something.

What to do if there is no mortal state? It is naturally created by man!

Jie Jie Jie!

This is not a child of luck, this is just like a chance cash machine!

Gu Liangyuan couldn't help but be excited when he thought about Zhang Yang's world-class luck.

If I give these to my disciples, what kind of incredible reward will I get in return?

Thinking of this, Gu Liangyuan suddenly rose into the sky.

The law of water was activated, and the surrounding clouds gathered and turned into white clouds, firmly supporting Gu Liangyuan.

Looking down, he saw Zhang Yang waiting for a long time in front of the gate of Wangqing Peak, but no one came or went.

After hesitating for a moment, he immediately stepped forward and asked the gatekeeper:

"Two senior brothers, I want to meet Song Xian'er, please two senior brothers..."

In the middle of Zhang Yang's words, gatekeeper Zhen Fengliu suddenly shouted loudly:

"Be bold!"

"How dare you, a handyman disciple, call Uncle Song by his first name!"

As he spoke, the pressure of Foundation Establishment was fully revealed, forcing Zhang Yang to retreat continuously.

Zhang Yang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he was about to get angry subconsciously, but he looked at the uniform of a handyman disciple and clenched his fists.

Dogs look down upon people!

Just wait, when I see Xian'er, I want you to look good!

After worshiping in the Holy Land, he thought he would soar into the sky.

Unexpectedly, the daily chores took up almost all of his time, leaving little time for rest, let alone practice.

After so many days of understanding, he also understood how important Gu Liangyuan's identity was in the Holy Land.

The more he understood, the angrier he became!

It is clear that with just one word from him, he can make himself a disciple of the outer sect or even the inner sect.

But he has chosen the identity of a handyman disciple for himself. Isn't this purely humiliating himself?

In desperation, he had no choice but to come to Song Xian'er, hoping to use Song Xian'er's status to help him move around and advance to the inner sect.

He completely forgot how he uprightly refused Song Xianer's funding for him.

In his opinion, Song Xianer should always listen to him.

Even if she made Song Xian'er angry, Song Xian'er shouldn't hold a grudge for it.

If she gets angry, Song Xianer will have to reflect on it.

Taking two deep breaths, Zhang Yang suppressed his emotions and spoke to the gatekeeper again:

"Two senior brothers, I would like to ask to see Song... Senior Uncle Song, and I would like to ask the two senior brothers to tell me."

Another disciple guarding the mountain, Jia Zhengjing, glared at Zhang Yang:

"You are a handyman disciple, and Master Song is someone you can see whenever you want?"

Zhang Yang's anger that he had finally suppressed rose again, and he could hardly control his expression:

"My name is Zhang Yang. Senior brother goes back and sends a message. Senior Uncle Song...Song will definitely come to see me."

Zhen Fengliu and Jia Zhengjing glanced at Zhang Yang but said nothing.

Just three big words "look down upon" were written on his face.

In fact, since the two of them were arranged by Song Rentou as disciples of Shoushan, apart from being a bit romantic, their character and behavior are still good in all aspects.

After all, the disciples guarding the mountain are the face of Yifeng.

The reason why he had such an attitude towards Zhang Yang was all arranged by Song Rentou.

After all, if you want to attack Zhang Yang later, you must have a suitable reason.

Seeing the attitude of the two of them, Zhang Yang couldn't care less. He suddenly summoned up all his strength and shouted:

"Song Xian'er, I'm here!"

The sound waves came out, causing ripples to form in the pool not far away.

"Shut up!"

Zhen Fengliu and Jia Zhengzheng's expressions changed at the same time, and they immediately stepped forward and held Zhang Yang down.

There are dozens of disciples in Wangqing Peak. Although there are sound-isolating arrays and other things in the training place, I am afraid that if some disciples are careless and do not activate it, their minds will be disturbed by his voice and their cultivation will be affected.

"Let him go."

When the two were about to take the opportunity to attack Zhang Yang, an ethereal voice sounded from behind them.

The two turned their heads, and when they saw that the person coming was Song Xianer, they quickly saluted:

"Jia Zhengjing (Zhen Fengliu) has met Uncle Master."

Zhang Yang looked at Song Xian'er, who was like a goddess, and the greed in his eyes flashed away.

Then he showed a look of great joy and hurriedly took two steps forward:

"Xian'er, I finally see you."

Song Xianer took two steps back as if disgusted, and distanced herself from Zhang Yang:

"Zhang Yang, this is a holy land, and you still have to abide by the rules."

After listening to Song Xian'er's words and his slightly disgusted expression, Zhang Yang's expression changed:

"Song Xian'er, what do you mean?"

As soon as Zhang Yang said this, Zhen Fengliu behind him suddenly frowned!

Raising his hand, a long stick appeared in his hand.

He aimed it at the back of Zhang Yang's head and without saying a word, smashed it down!

when!

Zhang Yang was beaten so hard that he fell on the grass beside him.

Zhen Fengliu looked down at Zhang Yang who was lying on the ground:

"Zhang Yang, pay attention to your identity and words!"

Zhen Fengliu wasn't acting this time, she was really angry.

A mere handyman disciple yelling at their direct disciple of Wangqing Peak is so unruly!

Song Xianer saw all this and had no intention of stopping it.

Zhang Yang lay on the grass, touched the blood on the back of his head, and stood up with force.

He did not look at Zhen Fengliu, but stared at Song Xianer:

"Song Xian..."

Seeing Zhen Fengliu wanted to lift the stick again, Zhang Yang, even though he felt aggrieved, still stopped and did not say his full name:

"What do you mean?"

"What's the meaning?"

Song Xian'er sneered again and again, changing her gentle and amiable demeanor in front of Gu Liangyuan, and the murderous aura came out of her body, disturbing the clouds in the sky!

Although Song Xian'er only built the foundation, the memory of her previous life was awakened, and her aura of immortality was no ordinary thing.

There was a clang of swords!

The Qingfeng Sword is held in his hand.

"I clearly have the talent for cultivation, but you took advantage of my ignorance and tricked me into saying that I have no spiritual roots, thereby misdirecting my cultivation."

"Even so, I still missed my old friendship and went to give you cultivation resources, but you humiliated me instead."

"I won't kill you because of your father's kindness to me in the past."

"Today, the reason why I came out to see you is to tell you that the kindness of your Zhang family has been wiped out by you. From then on, we have never had any interactions with each other!"

(Inner murmur: If Master hadn’t told me that he would take action himself, I would have killed you eight hundred times.)

Looking at Song Xian'er who looked like this, Zhang Yang felt extremely strange.

Shouldn't the script be like this?

I've come to you on my own initiative, shouldn't you be offering me a lot of cultivation resources?

Zhang Yang’s core idea is:

If you come to me, I can ignore you.

But I ignore you, you can't stop looking for me!

Even if Song Xianer exposed his plot, he had no intention of reflecting on it.

He just hated Gu Liangyuan even more!

All this is Gu Liangyuan’s fault!

If Gu Liangyuan hadn't accepted Song Xian'er as his disciple, how could there have been so many changes!

He deserves to die!

At this time, Song Xianer felt sick even if she said a word to Zhang Yang.

Now that I have spoken out, I have let go of this worry.

I just feel that my Forgetfulness Sutra has improved again, and I am one step closer to the ultimate emotion and nature.

She flicked her sleeves, turned around and walked into the mountain gate:

"Drive this man away. From now on, don't let him get even half a step closer to Wangqing Peak!"

Zhang Yang wanted to say something more, but before he could open his mouth, a large crowd of people came down from the top of the mountain.

Among these people are elders and disciples.

Without any explanation, various attacks were launched one after another, heading straight for Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was shocked, turned around and ran away.

Song Xian'er looked at this scene and felt a little puzzled.

How do you drive someone away? Do you need such a big battle?

Feeling that the Forgetting Sutra was running more smoothly in her body, Song Xianer shook her head, stopped thinking about it, and went back to consolidate her cultivation.

He runs away, he chases, he has no wings to fly.

From then on, Zhang Yang began his escape, and Gu Liangyuan also began his own treasure hunt.