The original name of the coffin is no longer available. Even if it is Xuan Daozi, he doesn't know what his original name is.

He entered Xuantian Sect in 1516 of Jiuzhou Li and became a disciple of the original Taoist Nascent Soul Master Tianmu.

The name of the coffin was also given by Taoist Tianmu.

When this coffin first entered the sect, many elders of the Tianzi were unwilling to accept this person as their disciple.

Because this person's face was that cold person, just when everyone thought the coffin would be abandoned, the Taoist Tianmu took the initiative to leave the coffin.

And since the time of accepting disciples, the cultivation speed of Taoist Tianmu has improved by leaps and bounds. In just two hundred years, it broke through to the distraction and finally reached the physical realm.

At this time, the Taoist Tianmu was already a great cultivator in the Out-of-Body Realm, and he also had a great reputation in this huge world of immortal cultivation.

On the contrary, when Ling Chouzi first entered the sect, he practiced very quickly. In just over a hundred years, he had already practiced to the Great Perfection of Golden Pills.

One step away from breaking the elixir into a baby.

During that period, Taoist Tianmu was extremely fond of Lingjuzi, and even the other disciples were dissatisfied and ran away directly.

"stop!"

Mo Qi suddenly spoke and interrupted Xuan Daozi's story.

Xuan Daozi looked at Mo Qi and saw Mo Qi write down a line of words on the paper.

"Master, are you talking about the disciples of Taoist Tianmu, all of them will run away? All!"

Mo Qi emphasized on all the two words.

Xuan Daozi nodded.

"Yes, I did leave all of them, because there were various rumors at that time. On the one hand, I envy Lingjuzi because I could get the solemn favor of the great monk who dispersed the gods. On the other hand, there were rumors that Lingjuzi took the initiative to force all his senior brothers away, and he was extremely selfish." Xuan Daozi touched his beard and said.

"Is there anything strange about the coffin during this period?" Mo Qi asked directly with a brush.

Xuan Daozi thought seriously.

He slowly opened his mouth to continue the talk.

For more than a hundred years, the coffin rarely appears in the eyes of everyone, whether it is various competitions, communication between sects, or going out to kill demons and eliminate demons.

None of these coffins have been involved.

Many disciples at that time only knew that Lingjuzi was a disciple that Taoist Tianmu was extremely favored by him, and many people had never seen Lingjuzi.

Some people are even more ridiculous about the coffin as a woman.

Mo Qi's face looked slightly strange, and he signaled his master to continue talking, and at the same time he picked up the brush and continued to draw.

It was not until the Tianmu Taoist was in seclusion that the coffin officially appeared in front of many disciples about more than a hundred years ago.

It was a bit surprising that the coffin at this time had turned into a middle-aged man.

This is a very incredible thing, because it is not a long time for the coffin that has achieved the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir.

Just look at the young Jindan who hosted the competition these days. Although he had just entered the Jindan, he was already over 100 years old.

So it is very surprising that the Cynn did not maintain her youthful appearance.

When Mo Qi heard this paragraph, he immediately wrote quickly and continued to write on paper.

Xuan Daozi glanced at her eyes slightly.

weilaoxianshuai!

What I wrote is like? I can’t understand it!

Xuan Daozi shook his head helplessly. Maybe this is the generation gap between himself and young people!

Sometimes he couldn't understand some of the conversations between Ji Ling'er and Ye Fan. Mo Qi was younger than them, so it would be more normal for him to not understand them.

When Mo Qi finished writing, Xuan Daozi continued to tell.

The civet appeared in front of the public in a middle-aged manner, and all the disciples of the same generation were a little strange.

Fortunately, Linggu belongs to the smallest generation. No matter how young the disciples, such as Linggu, are smaller than Linggu, but Linggu is extremely talented and has already left Linggu behind early.

The coffin, who appeared behind him, began to participate in various competitions, and often went out to kill demons and eliminate demons. For a time, he became a little famous in the world of immortal cultivation.

However, it is often said that the Taoist should not behave like a person, and the sea water should not be measured. However, the coffin is born with snake eyes and eagle nose, and its skull is protruding, and it looks like a cold and sinister person.

Even though Ling Jizi was diligent at that time, no one had any contact with him.

Soon after, a small-scale demon turmoil occurred in the immortal cultivation world.

The turmoil of demons happened to be opened near Xuantian Sect, and Ling Coffin was also the leader and took the initiative to kill countless demons.

Without clarifying the reason, the small-scale demon turmoil has become more and more terrifying.

Tens of thousands of demons ravaged the world, causing the death of countless ordinary people, and at the same time, some monks also fell.

It was during this demonic turmoil that Lingjuzi led the way and broke through the Nascent Soul Realm in the battle, but Lingjuzi was in the limelight for a while.

However, the head of the Ling generation took action, ending the years of demon turmoil.

After Lingjuzi was promoted to the Nascent Soul Realm, he might have deliberately revenge because of his nature or because he was not popular. In short, after becoming an elder, he was gloomy and stingy and vicious. Many people were unwilling to be enemies with such a person and tolerated him everywhere.

Mo Qi has already begun to continue writing pinyin.

yaomodongdang!

The strength of the coffin was also trapped in shackles with the end of the demon's turmoil. Although it had been more than a hundred years, it had always stopped at the advanced level of the Nascent Soul Realm and had never taken any further steps.

Until now, he knew that there was a treasure in Qiushan and began to plot against Qiushan.

Speaking of this, Xuan Daozi glanced at Mo Qi.

Mo Qi coughed slightly, but did not extend this matter.

"Can the master remember that when the Tianmu Taoist's strength was increasing by leaps or leaps and bounds of the coffin, the name of the strong man who died or disappeared in Xuantian Sect?" Mo Qi asked.

"Hmm? What do you want to do these things?" Xuan Daozi was a little curious. What exactly did he, a disciple, want to do?

Mo Qi grinned.

"Don't ask this master, I have my own use."

Xuan Daozi pondered and thought for a while.

"I have to say that during that period, there were indeed many middle-level disciples of Xuantian Sect who suffered misfortunes. I remember that the names of these people were... Uncle Lingshui Master, Uncle Lingyue Master, Senior Brother Xuanling..."

Mo Qi immediately began to write down these names on the paper.

The two chatted until late at night, and Mo Qi finally let out a long sigh.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I have no problem now. If I remember, I will ask Master again then." Mo Qi said with a smile.

Xuan Daozi nodded and stood up and left.

He didn't know what his disciple wanted to do, but if he wanted to plot against the coffin, Mo Qi was probably far from being qualified.

You must not go too far, otherwise I can only invite Master Linggu. If Master Linggu is not good, then I will invite Master Linggu.

At worst, I will give up this old face.

When the master left, Mo Qi spread the rice paper, grind the ink, sat at the table, and started writing wildly.

All characters are composed of pinyin. In such a world of cultivation without pinyin, such words are not afraid of being seen by anyone.

Mo Qi is serious about making up stories.

In fact, this thing is like a topic essay.

Mo Qi was on Earth all his life and won the first prize in the entire district's composition.

The title of the composition is - "My Mayor's Father".

Well, the mayor's father is fake, so the award is fake, and the teacher criticized Mo Qi for being whimsical.

However, Mo Qi wrote the whole article with tears in his eyes when he was beaten by his father.

I was completely moved by myself and cried.

In addition, I liked to read novels later, which led to Mo Qi's ability to write stories was very good.

One night, one night!

Mo Qi found that as long as he concentrates his mental power, he feels like he is in water when doing anything.

I wrote more than 50,000 words overnight, and a short story was completely formed.

Mo Qi proofread it in detail and found that there was indeed no problem.

He folded several large pieces of rice paper together and quietly walked out of the yard.

At the gate of Xuantian Sect, Mo Qi could naturally enter and exit with the pass order. Moreover, after the rectification of the disciples of the gate, they became much more polite.

Walking out of the light curtain, the morning wind was indeed cold enough, not to mention being at such a high position.

As the sun rises, large areas of white clouds form mushroom-shaped clusters under their feet, and the golden red sunlight shines on the clouds, making them extremely magnificent and beautiful.

Just watching this scene gives people a sense of pride.

A whistle made of bamboo appeared in Mo Qi's hands.
To be continued...