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"The sage said, those who are ambitious do not stand up, those who straddle cannot do it, those who see themselves do not understand, those who are self-righteous do not show, those who attack themselves do not succeed, and those who are self-confident do not grow. It is also in the way, and the rest is superfluous, and things are evil. It's..." When Hong Shengyun said this, he glanced shrewdly at Nan Yang who was seated, and suddenly stopped preaching.

"Nan Yang, what did the teacher just say?"

Nan Yang's fascinated gaze was withdrawn instantly, he stood up from his seat, closed his fists and nodded slightly: "Master, this disciple is ashamed."

Hong Shengyun's expression was neither sullen nor helpless, as usual calm: "You sit back. Since you have no intention of cultivating, let's talk about things other than cultivating."

Under Hong Shengyun's seat, Yu Xiu was wearing a blue and white long dress, sitting upright on the right side of Hong Shengyun; Rong Huai and Nan Yang were both wearing pure white clothes, sitting on the left side, and the three worshiped and listened respectfully.

"Some time ago, Yu Xiu brought back news that the Burning Heaven Clan and the Chaos Flower Valley had begun to hostile. I heard that, just yesterday, the owner's wife of the Chaos Flower Valley died of poisoning."

Rong Huai frowned: "Poison? Could it be..."

Hong Shengyun nodded: "It is the Huangquan Gu unique to the Burning Heaven Clan."

"It turned out to be Mrs. Gu who was assassinated by the Burning Heaven Clan. No wonder Shao Gu of Luanhua Valley led people to search for Wen Jinglei's whereabouts." Yu Xiu said calmly, he had guessed it a long time ago, but the name of Huangquan Gu still surprised him .

Hong Shengyun sighed: "Everything has a cause and effect. This matter is the cause that I and the Chaos Flower Valley planted together. Seven years ago, if our two sects hadn't joined forces to massacre the whole sect of the Sky Falcon Sect, together with the deeds Wen Jinglei's family from Guardian Zuo also..."

Yu Xiu shook his head: "Master, the Tian Falcon Sect wreaked havoc on the Central Plains seven years ago, and their lives were devastated. They deserved to be exterminated. Unexpectedly, only one Wen Jinglei was missed. In the past few years, he has tried his best to win over the remnants of the Demon Sect and continue to grow the Burning Heaven Clan. It is preparing to establish the second Sky Falcon Sect!"

Rong Huai looked worried: "Master, we were the ones who caused Wen Jinglei's wife to be separated, and his family to be destroyed. Now that he has started to take revenge on Luanhuagu, he must not be far away from our northern punishment."

Hong Shengyun squinted his eyes and stroked his beard: "Yes. It's easy to hide with a sharp spear, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. I'm afraid of hearing Jinglei's secret movements. I will punish thousands of disciples from the north, and it will be easy to strike. Yu Xiu, be careful , take good care of the young disciples."

Yu Xiu thought for a moment, and asked, "Master, why are we so passive? We should take the initiative to eradicate the Burning Clan before it reaches its peak."

Hong Shengyun didn't answer directly, but just looked at Nan Yang to the side: "Nan Yang, what do you think?"

"I just came back from Mount Hua a few days ago. I heard some information about the current situation in the world. Burning Tianmen was built in the East China Sea, and there are many islands, which are extremely difficult to conquer. Moreover, the current power of Burning Tianmen has surpassed that of the Sky Falcon Sect back then. The Central Plains sect has an alliance, so don't attack rashly."

Hong Shengyun agreed: "Nan Yang is right. Today is different from the past, and the power of the Burning Heaven Clan is not the same. The most important thing to do now is to stop with silence."

Nan Yang walked out of the main hall of the sect master. She couldn't help but think of the past that she and her two senior brothers fought against the enemy together seven years ago. She was slightly distracted and immediately stepped on the edge of the stone steps without paying attention.

She suddenly felt a warm hand holding her arm, and she pulled it back gently, almost hitting the chest of the person behind her.

Rong Huai let go of Nan Yang, took a small step back, and said in a caring tone, "What are you thinking? You almost fell down the stone steps and didn't know."

Nan Yang lowered his head and said, "No. Thank you, brother."

Rong Huai carefully looked at Nan Yang's soft and beautiful face, suddenly stretched out a hand, and spread it towards Nan Yang: "Put your hand up."

Nan Yang hesitated for a moment, but slowly put his slender and beautiful hand into Rong Huai's generous palm.

A burst of pure and majestic internal force came overwhelmingly. Nan Yang's instinctive resistance was able to counteract it two by two at first, but later she became more and more unable to resist, which made her forehead sweat and her palms tremble slightly.

Rong Huai received his kung fu in time, withdrew his internal energy, frowned and shook his head: "Nan Yang, why has your kung fu stagnated for the past three years?"

"What?" Nan Yang was a little taken aback.

"You know, to cultivate Taoism, you must have no distracting thoughts, and your mind is like still water, so as to achieve the most natural integration with the heaven and the earth. Didn't you realize that although you have cultivated, you have not made any real progress at all."

Nan Yang looked at his palm and murmured softly, "No...why..."

"You are worried. You can tell from your face that your mood is not pure. Go back and think about it." Rong Huai patted Nan Yang on the shoulder, comforting him softly.

Yu Xiu came out of the main hall of the sect master at this time, stopped when passing by Rong Huai and Nan Yang, and looked at Nan Yang:

"Junior Sister, you've always been distracted recently, why don't you rest well?"

"Eldest brother, what good pills have you made to soothe the nerves? Pick a few bottles that are suitable and send them to Nan Yang." Rong Huai said.

Yu Xiu nodded in response.The three brothers and sisters were chatting at the gate of the main hall of the sect master. Yu Xiu leaned against the stone railing with his usual serious expression.Rong Huai crossed his hands in front of his chest, with a gentle and refined temperament like a fairy, Nan Yang just stood quietly beside Rong Huai.

The low-level disciples who passed by the main hall of the sect master all looked sideways. Although they couldn't hear what the three were talking about, just by the three standing there, they were as beautiful as an ink painting.

Yun Tang looked at Qing Huan who was stubbornly staying at the gate of Rongku Pavilion, and reluctantly persuaded: "Qing Huan, Master said, she will go to the main hall of the head of the sect today, and she may not come back for a day. I will send you to the Hongfei Pavilion within a few days, and you should obediently listen to Master."

Qing Huan's eyes were red, as if she had just finished crying: "Master lied to me. I won't leave."

"Master is also for your own good." Yuntang was also a little sad in her heart. When Master told her about such an arrangement this morning, she was really surprised. She never thought that Master would be willing to send Qing Huan out of Rongku Pavilion.

In fact, Nanyang's move is not to expel Qing Huan from the school.Hongfei Pavilion is a very special place, and it is also the most common place. The disciples who are just getting started have to go there, and they are divided into different "houses". There are 30 people in each house, and they are unified by several learned Taoist priests. To teach skills.

From now on, Qing Huan will have to stay in Hongfei Pavilion, and her daily life, morning and evening classes will be the same as ordinary disciples, and they may not be able to see each other for ten days and a half months.

However, Nan Yang was still Qing Huan's personal master from beginning to end, and Ping Zilai of Hongfei Pavilion was only temporarily serving as Qing Huan's master.

But Qing Huan obviously couldn't understand, she felt that Nan Yang really didn't want her anymore, and she didn't want to be her master anymore.Yuntang didn't listen to a word of persuasion.

Qinghuan twitched her nose and began to cry: "Senior Sister... I will practice sword hard, and I will listen to Master... I will use my right hand, and I will obey Master in everything. Sister, tell Master, don't put I'll give it to someone else, okay..."

"Master didn't want you!" Yuntang felt that one head was as big as two, why couldn't this kid listen to his explanation.

Bianzi spat out the piece of grass he was biting in his mouth, and said lazily: "Junior Sister, why are you crying? Your Senior Sister Yuntang and I both came from Hongfei Pavilion, so what are you afraid of! Yuntang, you What more can I say to her, and it’s a serious matter to send it over quickly.”

After finishing speaking, Bian Zi took advantage of a stride to step forward, picked up Qing Huan like a chick, and walked directly towards Hongfei Pavilion regardless of Qing Huan's fierce resistance.

"Hey, senior brother, be gentle..." Yun Tang hurriedly followed behind, comforting Qing Huan while blaming Bian Zi for being rough.

Nan Yang was walking with Rong Huai on the high-rise duplex corridor. She had excellent hearing and heard someone on the ground not far away making noise.Stopping and looking carefully, it turned out that Zizheng, Yuntang and Qinghuan were walking towards Hongfei Pavilion back and forth.

"What are you doing while carrying Qinghuan?" Rong Huai followed Nan Yang to stop and asked curiously.

Nan Yang's gaze was locked on Qing Huan who was struggling constantly, and he replied lightly: "I asked them to send Qing Huan to Hongfei Pavilion."

You don't have to listen carefully, you can hear the child's yelling.Qing Huan was grabbed by the back collar effortlessly by the tall side, crying and screaming:

"Master!!! Master!!!" That movement was enough to knock down the roof of the main hall of the sect master.

"Are you willing to let go, baby bump?" Rong Huai said with a smile, "However, this decision is right, and it is also good for that child. You should also restrain your mind and concentrate on cultivation."

"Brother said yes."

Nanyang watched Zicheng and the group walk away slowly, and the cries of the thumping little guy gradually became inaudible until they disappeared into the vast pavilion.

Suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, senior brother, is there any space in your sword casting pool for casting new swords?"

Rong Huai raised his eyebrows: "Yes. Why?"

Nan Yang withdrew his gaze and looked at Rong Huai seriously, his tea-like light-colored eyes seemed to be shining brightly: "I want to forge a sword for Qing Huan."