The villains are all my vests

Chapter 216 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (8)

The Xiaoyao Sect is one of the best big brothers among the sects of comprehension today.

Unlike the Cangming Sect, which is a small sect in a corner, the Xiaoyao Sect lives in the Great Suspense, but the Xiaoyao Sect does not live a happy life at all.

Not only are they not as ascetic as their names, but they are keen to play tricks.

Among the sects of self-cultivation, the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect are notoriously violent and bloody. Compared with some demons in Youzhou, it is even worse.

In the Xiaoyao faction, there is such a saying.

"If you don't die, don't go home".

Rumor has it that Master Wu Xian, the head of the Xiaoyao School, used this sentence to the fullest.

Therefore, many people do not want to offend the Xiaoyao faction.

After all, it doesn't feel good to be chased and bitten by a mad dog.

Gu Zhihuan lazily refused, "No."

"This...what reason should I find to refuse?" Bai Zhi asked.

"The head is in retreat." Gu Zhihuan said.

"This reason has been used for three years." Bai Zhi said.

"It shows that it is really effective." Gu Zhihuan said.

Bai Zhi wanted to say something else.

Gu Zhihuan waved his hand: "Send people away, it's almost lunch time, we didn't prepare any extra meals."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry." A cold voice sounded from outside the door.

Gu Zhihuan's face darkened immediately.

Outside.

A middle-aged man dressed in plain white walked in unhurriedly.

His walking speed is not fast, but it gives people an indescribable sense of mystery.

Almost every step closer makes people feel more stressed.

Song Yufeng curled his lips uncomfortably.

Han Yue sat where he was, without moving.

It was just the hand on the lap, silently clenched into a fist.

The visitor seemed to be showing off his strength intentionally, and the majestic mental power spread, and all of them fell on the three Cangming faction.

Han Yue started late and had only just stepped into the cultivation door with half a foot, so how could he withstand such pressure.

The blood in his whole body surged uncontrollably.

There was a fishy-sweet taste in the throat.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Han Yue, then casually put his hand on Han Yue's shoulder.

Han Yue instantly felt that the terrible pressure had been relieved.

The corner of the visitor's mouth twitched, and he looked at Gu Zhihuan with a little more interest in his eyes: "Are you Chaolu's disciple?"

Song Yufeng frowned.

Leaving aside the strength of this person, since Zhao Lu is the head of the Cangming Sect, he should at least be honored as Daoist Chao Lu.

Such arrogance and domineering calling his name directly is really uncomfortable.

It's just that the three words Xiaoyao faction are like a huge mountain pressing down on all the sects of self-cultivation.

Song Yufeng was greedy for money, but he was very cautious.

He didn't show any emotion, but secretly wrote down the matter in his little notebook.

Gu Zhihuan didn't worry as much as he did.

She raised her eyelids unhurriedly, and looked towards the person who came: "Which old apprentice are you?"

"Aren't you old?" The corner of the visitor's mouth twitched.

"Wu Xian is probably over sixty years old." Gu Zhihuan said.

The visitor's expression became more and more strange: "You hate older people?"

"I hate people who hold birthday banquets all day long and cheat people to give gifts because of their age," Gu Zhihuan said.

"I do it once a year."

"One year too—" Gu Zhihuan's words came to an abrupt end.

The three of them realized what happened almost at the same time, and stared blankly at the person in front of them.

"Wu... Real Wu Xian?" Song Yufeng swallowed nervously.

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it old and immortal?"

"This is the dream of many people." Gu Zhihuan said seriously.

In fact, Wu Xian was already scolded all over in his heart.

It's okay to be old and immortal, but still go around bluffing and deceiving with the face of a middle-aged man.

Cultivation to a certain level, in fact, practitioners can already change their appearance at will.

In order to make themselves look more reliable, many leaders are all focused on "white hair and white beard".

Who knows that Wu Xian is still in his early thirties unwillingly when he is old.

pompous.

Gu Zhihuan sneered.

Wu Xian raised his lips: "You are much more interesting than Chaolu."

Gu Zhihuan shrugged: "Interesting people generally don't live long."

"Hahahahahaha." Wu Xian laughed.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Wu Xian with sympathy.

Wu Xian said playfully, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking..." Gu Zhihuan said, "You must have had a very boring life in the Xiaoyao School, and that's why you laugh so low."

"So are you willing to go with me to the Xiaoyao faction to stay for a few days?" Wu Xian said seriously.

"I don't want to." Gu Zhihuan refused without hesitation.

"Oh?" Wu Xian stood at the door. For some reason, his figure was obviously not particularly strong, but the sunlight outside the door couldn't come in.

As a result, the light and shadow in Wuwu hall are dim.

Wu Xian smiled and said, "I want to invite the Cangming faction to attend my birthday."

Gu Zhihuan also smiled: "The Cangming faction is very poor recently."

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows obliquely.

Gu Zhihuan spread out his hands: "There is no extra money to prepare for the birthday gift."

"It doesn't matter, courtesy is light and affection is heavy." Wu Xian said.

"Master is retreating." Gu Zhihuan said.

"Isn't everything up to you?"

"I've always listened to Master." Gu Zhihuan said seriously, "Master told me not to go down the mountain casually."

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes: "Actually, I'm curious, why the Cangming faction didn't attend my birthday for three consecutive years."

When Wu Xian squinted his eyes, his expression became a bit cold.

Han Yue could feel that the extremely uncomfortable pressure just now fell on him again.

Wu Xian continued slowly: "I even wondered if I wasn't sincere enough, so I came here in person this year."

Gu Zhihuan: "..."

Gu Zhihuan didn't know much about the Happy School.

However, she almost instinctively didn't want to get too involved with this sect.

It just so happened that when the Xiaoyao faction sent people over three years ago, Zhao Lu was in seclusion.

Gu Zhihuan refused their invitation on his own initiative.

Unexpectedly, this push pushed Wu Xian over.

Gu Zhihuan could never have a direct conflict with the Xiaoyao faction, she pondered for a moment: "This matter needs to be decided after the master leaves the customs."

As for exiting...

Gu Zhihuan thought, judging by Zhao Lu's usual style, by the time he leaves the customs, Wu Xian's birthday will have passed long ago.

Although I don't know why the Xiaoyao faction came to invite them over and over again, but the weasel has no good intentions to give the chicken New Year's greetings.

Wu Xian laughed: "Alright, I just happen to have nothing to do these few days, so I'll wait here and wait for the morning dew."

The corners of Gu Zhihuan's eyes twitched slightly.

"The Xiaoyao faction is so leisurely?"

"of course not."

"Then why do you look like you're doing nothing?"

"Probably because the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect are busy, I have time to come out and visit."

"..."

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