What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

To this day, all the four factions of the Wulin League have arrived at Lianyi Villa except Yumen, and the heads of the Ji family, Cang family, Baishi, Wuyu, etc. have also been invited to the banquet. It is a rare lively time in recent years.

The Martial Arts Conference is held once a year, and the position of leader is replaced every five years. This is He Chengze's fifth year as leader. Many attendees came to hear the news of the leader's succession. Holding the best arsenal in the rivers and lakes, the momentum will only increase, and no one will object to him sitting in this position until he turns into a dry bone, but...

What if?

Those who fight for power and profit are like crucian carp crossing the river, and those who stir up the water have Lou Yuge in front of them and Xiao Fangdao in the back. Without these two people, it might not be the second child of the He family who sits firmly on the high platform.

After the days when the devil was raging, all the people in Jianghu longed for peace, but after a long period of peace, their lips and teeth would bump into each other, not to mention these bloodthirsty and aggressive warriors.It would be good for He Cheng to continue to be the leader, but it would be a good fun if someone else was to be the leader.

The rulers of each faction are well-dressed, and hand over the weapons that never leave their bodies to the young disciples around them, to show their uprightness and magnanimity, and also to make themselves look more elegant when they sit down.

There are four people sitting in the main seat, He Cheng is the head, Shu Yanchun, the head of Zhufeng, Du Hanrong and Du Hanxiu, the head of Qingwu Pavilion, are sitting in the same row, followed by the juniors of the three sects and the rest of the sect heads.

Although Bai Xingyun hadn't arrived, He Cheng didn't forget to leave a chair for him.

Shu Yan's spring is more than a few years old, seeing that this seat is temporarily vacant, he stroked his beard doubtfully and asked, "Why did Master Bai not arrive so late?"

Du Hanrong smiled softly: "Master Shu, why did you forget that Yumen will not come to Xiyong this year?"

"Oh, I heard that he was ill, but several altar masters didn't show up. If Yumen is gone, will he have no one to show up?"

Just as Du Hanrong was about to answer, he suddenly heard a sneer from behind him.

"Hahahahaha, Sect Master Shu is confused, and Master Bai is sick, so the four altar masters should not be allowed to serve day and night, day and night, cloud and rain, which one can do without?"

The man laughed alone, without looking at his surroundings with contempt.

Du Hanxiu waved his sleeve and threw a black pill, which stuck the man's throat with great accuracy, even though he scratched his ears and his cheeks, and his eyes widened, he could only hiss.

Du Hanxiu has round almond eyes, and her voice is like that of a yellow warbler out of the valley, but her tone is sharp and she has no beauty.

"My sister is talking to Master Shu, where are the wild dogs barking?" She glared at the man in black behind her, "Lu Hongxia, hold your rope tighter!"

The man named Lu Hongxia didn't see any red on his whole body including his lips, his face was pale, he looked like a ghost but not a human, he was the head of the No Reason Sect.

The Wuyu Sect behaved unruly, the most insane and rude, but Lu Hongxia was a reserved person. He covered his face in embarrassment and coughed twice, beckoned to call the disciple who was rude to Bai Xingyun, and slapped him on the back with Yunli Heart, made him spit out the pill.

Lu Hongxia put the saliva-stained black pill under her nose and sniffed it: "Even if he said something wrong, Sect Leader Du wouldn't waste a 'Rouchangcundu'?"

"I threw it at random, and if it wasn't 'without scabbard and sword' he'd be lucky."

Lu Hongxia sighed lightly: "Don't you want to thank Sect Leader Du for his mercy?"

The man's anger disappeared, and he knelt down to Du Hanxiu tremblingly. The other party dismissed him, folded his arms and snorted coldly.

Lu Hongxia shook her head and sighed again, she stretched out her hand to help the person up, but just as his five fingers touched the other person's arm, He Cheng suddenly opened his mouth.

"Today is really lively."

This is the first sentence he said.

Everyone turned their eyes away and only looked at him.

"I think Pavilion Master Du's words are inappropriate." He laughed, "It is because of the unruly disciples of Wugu Sect that there are endless vitality in the world. I invite you to come here to let everyone Speak freely, if only the four of us speak, what's the point?"

Du Hanxiu frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "The leader has said so, of course the leader is right."

He smirked slightly: "Governor Du speaks out for my sister, and is also a first-class hero. Why should I have no choice but to back down just because I am the leader?"

Du Hanrong pressed Du Hanxiu's shoulder, and said slowly: "As long as you are the leader of the alliance for a day, we will obey you for a day. This is not a concession, but respect."

"I summoned you here, and what I want to talk about is exactly this." He Cheng suddenly rolled up his sleeves and stood up, took off the leader's order on his waist, and threw it away with his hands, "I have been the leader for five years, and the power of the Demon Sect will never go away. I can't get rid of Xiao Fangdao, so I toss and turn every night, only to feel the dead soul of my brother."

"What is the leader doing?" Shu Yanchun stood up with a stick, "This is the responsibility of the Martial Arts Alliance, not your responsibility alone."

He Cheng bowed his head and said: "The Xiao thief is not eliminated, because I am incompetent. Senior Shu doesn't need to find excuses for me."

Du Hanxiu was rather happy: "So, President He doesn't want to be the leader? Hee, okay, how about I try instead?"

He Cheng was not annoyed: "It's not impossible. I have posted a hero card, and the one who can eliminate the evil for the martial arts will be the leader of all people. If Pavilion Master Du can put your poison into Xiao Fangdao's stomach Here, the position of leader is naturally yours."

"This matter has to be discussed in the long run. I understand your desire to eliminate thieves, but if you shirk the position of leader, it will also destroy the peace of the world."

Du Hanrong's expression was calm, and he showed no intention of fighting, nor panic.

She knew that He Cheng would sit here for a long time, whether it was acting or joking, she would disdain it.

"Governor Du...what you said is true." He sighed, "I have been acting as elder brother for five years, and in the days to come, I will not disappoint the wish of the deceased."

"Please take the leader's seat, let's discuss slowly."

He Cheng returned to the central position under the complicated gazes.

"No matter who this person is, male, female, old or young, rich or poor, disabled or healthy, as long as he can eliminate this evil, he will be the future leader who can take on this important task. Do you all agree with this?"

"..."

Everyone nodded silently, the one who can kill Xiao Fang Dao must be world-class in martial arts, even if he is not the leader of the alliance, he is enough to change this martial arts world, a promise that is neither serious nor serious, does not matter.

"But what if there is no such person?"

He Cheng looked at the young man who spoke: "Still selected as usual, heroes from various factions, those who are capable will be selected."

The other party breathed a sigh of relief, bent his eyes and smiled: "The leader made it clear, and we all understand it. It's just that we juniors are powerless to get involved in such important matters. I want to ask for my young master whether Miss He's marriage is really as the leader said. Say, it depends on the result of the contest to recruit relatives?"

It was Tao Qingce of the Bamboo Wind School who spoke.

Zuo Shuji was startled when he heard the words, his pale face turned red with anger, and his whole body trembled violently due to coughing.

"Cough...cough cough cough...yes, I'm sorry." He covered his nose with his sleeve and said in embarrassment, "this junior's old illness... I'm afraid... please allow me to retire temporarily."

Shu Yanchun sighed helplessly, and waved his hand in agreement.

The swaying blue shadow quickly swept out of the gate of Juyi Hall.

……

Leng Hong Xiaozhu.

Shui Lian came here with a basket of ingredients at dusk. He is not good at cooking, nor does he have a natural interest in cooking like Xuan Jian, but when he lived with his nurse, he often helped in the kitchen, and later lived alone , with nothing to rely on, and can only handle the ingredients by himself, so his cooking skills are not advanced, but he is still proficient.

After entering the Unfeeling Sect, I haven't touched these things much.

In retrospect, his happiest and most comfortable days were after he became the head of the hall. Although he was busy, he was insensible to food and clothing, like a young master, and the people he dealt with were all polite and respectful disciples from aristocratic families or wealthy businessmen. The greatest suffering was probably He ate it in the hand of the wind talisman, but that was nothing compared to the previous hardships.

Especially today, when he recalled the cunning and savage face of the wind talisman, he turned into a spring breeze, which is really ridiculous.

He poured water, rice, and grains into the pot. Although three people ate the porridge, there was more than enough for ten people. He just wanted to put it in this way. It would be best to let the porridge boil for several hours until it was dark. Stay up until dawn.

He didn't want to see Xiao Fangdao.

Rather than saying that I don't want to, it is better to say that I dare not.

He knows that his personality is narrow and harms others and himself, but he never wants to change in the past. He doesn't want to become a tolerant idiot, nor can he become a benevolent and chivalrous saint. He just acts like a gentleman. A villain with a face is fine.

However, don't everyone say that good people don't live long, and evil people live for thousands of years?Is he not "scourge" enough?Why can't he live longer?

The iron spoon stirred the colorful Laba porridge into a whirlpool. He had slowed down his movements as much as possible, but those whirlpools still showed a strange shape that wanted to suck people into the pot.

He stood in front of the stove for a while, and then heard familiar footsteps—Xu Chuilu's lightness kung fu was taught by him, so of course he could understand her footsteps.

"Shui Lian, does this porridge need to be cooked for a long time? You don't need to watch here, let's go into the house first, just remember the time."

"……it is good."

"Hey, what's inside you..." Xu Chuilu had sharp eyes and found the fabric of his neckline somewhat familiar, "Are you still wearing my clothes?"

Shui Lian was taken aback, and said vaguely: "Well, I got used to wearing it, and forgot to change it for a while."

"Ah, it's okay."

Sure enough, there are only once and countless times for women's clothing.

Of course Xu Chuilu would not point fingers at his attire, openness and tolerance are the primary spirit of the martial arts world.

"Miss Xu, do you like sweets on weekdays?"

"well enough."

"The suzerain never puts sugar in his porridge. If you want something sweet, you have to serve it separately."

"……Row."

Xu Chuilu: She has a lot of things!