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Chapter 445 Revenge from the Disciple

Director Cheng almost shook his hands to pieces, and his head felt dizzy.

He said firmly, "It's not necessary, it's really not necessary. There's no need. I just want to die early. I don't want to keep fit at all."

If it is mixed with other plots, then of course it is fine, but there is no need to single out the sad and scary parts and play them on a loop.

He had already suffered enough damage in the storybook.

If he has another dream, he will never forget this pain in his life.

This was probably the first time Meng Mo heard someone say this, and he looked at Cheng Chu strangely.

While the Lingxiao Sect was waiting for the Dream Tapir to start weaving wool, they watched the entire process of its nightmare production.

I thought to myself, have those mortals really been waiting for your update for a long time?

Are you sure the person making this request is not a masochist?

After Meng Mo finished his evil deeds, he agreed to go with them to Ling Xiao Sect and help them defeat the evil elders.

Lin Rukui and his team's idea was to let the elders know through dreams that the script was not as bad as they imagined.

I don't expect them to be as addicted as they are, but at least I can't stop them from watching.

After all, the elders are so old and have seen everything, so this storybook may not necessarily attract them.

However, it was only when the group arrived at the foot of Lingxiao Sect's mountain that they thought of one thing - how to bring the dream tapir in and let it enter the dreams of several elders silently.

It’s easy to get in. The leader’s token is still in Xianxian’s hand. Just call her over.

But it is difficult to enter their dreams. After all, the elders have not lived in vain at such an old age, and they may not need to sleep.

And even if a dream is created, one may be able to immediately sense that something is wrong and then break out of the dream.

What if we mistake the dream tapir for some evil monster that broke into the sect with bad intentions and kill it?

Just when the group was at a loss, the third elder appeared in front of them.

Several disciples immediately became alert and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.

Cheng Chu was facing away from the Third Elder when he saw that all the disciples changed their attitude in an instant. He was a little confused, so he turned around and stood face to face with the Third Elder, their eyes meeting.

He laughed awkwardly twice, "Haha, Third Elder, what a coincidence."

The third elder did not say anything, but just stared at Cheng Chu with his eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Cheng Chu was panicked and swallowed his saliva, "Third Elder, I swear we definitely didn't do anything good when we went down the mountain."

Disciple of Lingxiao Sect:...

The third elder rolled his eyes bluntly, and without further ado, he said, "I know what you are worried about. Meng Mo, just follow me in, and I will take care of the rest."

Those old guys really turned the tables.

Not only was the disciple's storybook banned, but his own storybook was also confiscated.

He was told to set an example and not lose his dignity in front of his disciples.

These are just excuses to bully him by relying on their numbers.

The third elder thought over and over again all night, planning how to deal with them.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did feel that these young disciples might be better than him in this regard.

They may not be able to catch up with him even after eight hundred years of cultivation, but when it comes to tricks, young minds are at least more flexible than old ones.

Seeing them bringing back the nightmare tapir, he immediately guessed what they were going to do.

This restless heart suddenly became excited.

But he still maintained his outward dignity, at least to prevent these disciples from knowing that he had the same moral character as them.

If he was exposed, how would he maintain his authority in front of them in the future?

Upon hearing this, Cheng Chu widened his eyes and looked at the Third Elder with excitement.

"Third Elder, you have also read the storybook, right? Are you also following the updates, and therefore are you very dissatisfied with the arrangements made by the other elders?"

The Third Elder's expression froze for a moment, but luckily he had a lot of beard on his face, so no one could notice anything unusual for a moment.

He said seriously, "Of course not. How old am I, how old are you, would I go crazy like you over a storybook?"

"This is purely a personal grudge between me and them. Do you understand what a personal grudge is? What are you looking at? Can't an elderly person lose his temper? You are just lucky that I happened to be displeased with them. Otherwise, you can expect to be punished."

Of course, the Third Elder could not admit in front of his disciples that he was reading storybooks and was so obsessed with them that he forgot to eat and sleep. This would really damage his image.

And this author is such a bitch, he refuses to admit that he is her reader.

The disciples were half-believing and half-doubting, and watched the Third Elder leave with the Nightmare Tapir in a dignified manner.

Cheng Chu suddenly said, "Is it really okay for us to hand the Dream Tapir over to the Third Elder like this? What if he is lying to us? In fact, he is confiscating the Dream Tapir."

Lin Rukui said, "Don't worry. Although I don't know what's wrong with the Third Elder, if he wants to confiscate the Nightmare Tapir, he shouldn't have to beat around the bush and say that he has a grudge against someone."

"After all, we can't resist him."

I don’t know how the third elder did it specifically, but the dream tapir entered the first elder’s dream.

The Great Elder opened his eyes again, but what he saw was no longer the familiar scene. Instead, it was a vast expanse of emptiness, surrounded by white mist, and the surrounding scene was changing rapidly.

The Great Elder was startled and stood up instantly, looking around vigilantly. He was clearly still in Lingxiao Sect the last second, so how could he appear here?

What could have ignored Lingxiao Sect's warnings and brought him into this illusion silently?

Could it be that there is a traitor in the sect?

Before he could think about it, the surrounding scenery had changed into endless mountains. Being in the middle of them felt like being in the deep mountains and old forests.

It was a dark and windy night with the occasional howling of wolves and tigers in the woods. From time to time, a gust of wind blew, bringing a biting chill that made people feel timid.

If Shuanglian were here, he would probably discover that this time the tapir's dream was more elaborate than the previous one they entered.

All kinds of sounds are simulated for you so that they are no different from reality.

The Great Elder also felt the cold wind blowing towards him. What was incredible was that he also felt cold because of this gust of wind. You know, ever since he started practicing, he has rarely been affected by the external temperature.

Not to mention that this is just a gust of wind in an illusion.

Trivial skills.

Jumping beam clown.

The Great Elder was quite disdainful. Although the environment was indeed real and the wind did have an impact on him, it did not mean that it could trap him.

He hasn't lived to this age in vain.

The position of head of the elders is not for nothing.

The reputation he had earned in the world of immortal cultivation over the years was not in vain.

He could easily crush this illusion with his fingers, and while breaking out, he could also cause the creator to suffer backlash.

The Great Elder's expression remained unchanged as he let the cold wind blow his white hair and overlong beard. He stood in the mountains with an air of an immortal, looking like he was about to fly away on the clouds.

When he had pretended to be deep enough, he raised his hand lightly and made some hand gestures.

He didn't even raise his eyes a bit, trying to create that casual, effortless look.

Isn't the purpose of practicing so hard to appear effortless when dueling with others?

The great elder made a gesture.

The surrounding scene remained unchanged and there was no reaction.

The wind blew up a few yellow fallen leaves, which fell on the great elder's frizzy white hair, and then rolled to the ground, making a slight sound, like a silent mockery.

The wind is quite cold.