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"Noisy and frolicking, words and deeds are insignificant, what's the proper way?"

A stern shout fell from the sky, the sound was like thunder.

Thousands of disciples trembled and shut their mouths at the same time.

Looking up, I saw more than ten white lights flashing across the top of the head, from far to near, like a meteor falling to the ground, and landed on the high platform of the square.

Everyone saluted and envied.

Those people have black robes, white high crowns, and the color is either black or white. One of them said loudly: "Welcome to the elders of the Discipline Hall—"

Elder Liu, who had just reprimanded everyone, was seated first.More than a dozen disciples stood behind him respectfully, walking in an orderly manner, even more disciplined than marionettes.

"Welcome to the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall—"

There was another commotion in the crowd, and the disciples of the outer sect saluted again and separated layer by layer from the last.

A group of monks dressed in dark blue with scarlet armbands came out more and more.

The leader, Elder Li, walked onto the high platform with his hands behind his back. Seven or eight disciples wore long knives at their waists, and they looked as cold and serious as him, with stern eyes.

After the two parties sat down, all the deacons rushed over and surrounded Zhao Yuping and took his seat.A group of brown gowns were a little messy, and they looked exhausted.

Zhao Yuping missed the middle seat and scolded Song Qianji and Meng Heze [-] times in his heart.

"Deacon Zhao is busy with your affairs." Elder Li of the Law Enforcement Hall stabbed in a tone of yin and yang.

Zhao Yuping looked at the other party's expression, and gently probed:

"The two elders don't know something. Last night, two disciples from the outer sect went out and did not return. They were still looking for them just now, and they were delayed for some time."

Elder Li frowned upon hearing this. There are thousands of outer sect disciples, and several of them disappear, die accidentally, or defect down the mountain every year. How has Zhao Yuping really cared about them?

Elder Liu of the Discipline Hall said coldly: "The assessment is established, and absence is regarded as a waiver, and we will not wait when it is overdue."

Zhao Yuping smiled and said, "But these two are among the best and outstanding talents in the outer sect, and they have great hopes of entering the inner sect today."

Behind him, Deacon Li hurriedly made fun of him: "As the head of the deacon hall, Deacon Zhao has always acted impartially and cherished talents. I really can't bear to see them miss the opportunity..."

Elder Li couldn't listen anymore, and wanted to sarcasm a few words, but changed his words: "I don't know which two disciples it is?"

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, let's see what the surname Zhao Nasi is up to.

Zhao Yuping: "Song Qianji, Meng Heze, do you recognize each other?"

never heard of that!

The disciples of the outer sect are under your control, I know a ghost!

The two cursed at the same time in their hearts, but nodded repeatedly on their faces, acting as if they had suddenly realized:

"Oh, so it's the two of them!"

"Those are indeed two good seedlings!"

Zhao Yuping was restless, and everyone seemed to be behind him.

He suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, the deacon who was on duty last night in the dormitory of the outer gate just told me that Song Qianji and Meng Heze went out late last night and have not returned yet. Although the sect is guarded by a large array of guards , but the formation only defends against foreign enemies, not monsters from deep mountains. I personally think that if they were not in danger, they would never be late for the assessment."

He paused for a moment, raised his hand and pressed down, signaling the disciples in the fryer below to be quiet, and raised his voice again:

"Don't worry everyone! Human life is at stake, and the Deacon Hall will never sit idly by. When are we sure that the two are safe and sound, when will we organize an assessment. What do you think?"

These words were like cold water pouring into a frying pan, with a splash, the audience boiled even more.

The elders on the stage were dumbfounded.This guy surnamed Zhao has some kind of sickness, isn't it too late to set up a caring disciple persona now?

Could it be that Zhao Jiheng is not a descendant of his family, but just a cover, these two people are real relatives, and he went crazy when he disappeared?

Seeing this, Zhao Yuping was very proud.Unexpectedly, preemptive strikes, and then strikes others:

"The Deacon Hall and the Discipline Hall have always understood righteousness, and the two of you probably won't have any objections."

The two elders were relatively silent. Zhao Yuping's actions, no matter what the reason for the incident, had taken full advantage of benevolence and righteousness on the surface.

Even if the fairness, impartiality, and openness of the outer sect are superficial, it must be done beautifully enough to convince most people and obey the rules.

The disciples in the audience were excited, and someone shouted:

"Senior Brother Meng has never been in contact with Song Luo, how could the two disappear together? Song Luo must have killed him! He was afraid that he would not be able to compare with Senior Brother Meng today, so he resorted to such means!"

"Don't panic, we will also help you find someone. Senior Brother Meng is auspicious, so he will definitely save the day!"

The two disappeared at the same time, but their popularity was at two extremes.Not long after, Song Qianji was presumed to be the murderer, and the trial was just left for him.

Zhao Yuping let out a long sigh of relief.

With this foreshadowing first, whoever wants to sue me, as long as he insists on false accusation and false evidence, he will not worry about turning the case.What's more, looking for people, if you find your own people first, you can get rid of them first.

He took a deep breath: "Then listen to my arrangement, for today..."

"I found them!" A shout exploded from the edge of the square.

The voice was very familiar, full of anger because of being too excited, and it echoed repeatedly in the mountains:

"Song Qianji and Meng Heze are here—"

Zhao Yuping's eyes darkened, his breath stuck in his chest, and he almost fainted.

The shouter, dressed in brocade robes and jade crowns, is rich and honored.

It was Zhao Jiheng.

***

Zhao Jiheng was not drunk last night.

He booked a place at the Spring Breeze Ruyi Building at the foot of Huawei Mountain, and invited the outer disciples he had made friends with to drink and listen to music.

A wealthy young man never lacks support from his peers.

Flowers, spirits, beauty pillows, golden cups, jade cups, and glass cups.

Compared with Zhao Jiheng's generosity and generosity, his domineering temper is not worth mentioning.

Everyone was very drunk, but he was the only one who, uncharacteristically, had a taste of it and his eyes were clear.

It was not yet clear, and a beautiful maid came in to serve her.

Take a bath with incense, dress with a sword, comb your hair and tie a crown.

Zhao Jiheng touched the beauty's greasy little face, and sighed: "It's still comfortable to live here. It's like going home."

"Master Zhao Xian, don't forget about the slave family."

The beauty laughed, stretched out her hand to entangle, but was easily blocked by him:

"Stop messing around, I have business to do today."

The dormitory at the outer door is simple and crude, he regards it as a pigsty and kennel, and rarely goes back to spend the night.After completing homework during the day, I hurried down the mountain with my friends and companions, and stayed overnight in Liuxiang, Huajie.

It's okay, this life will soon be over.Uncle has made arrangements.After today, he went to the inner door.

Go to the Immortal Palace that day, learn the supreme Taoism, and be a superior person.

Today is his big day.

Zhao Jiheng put on his most beautiful robe and the most precious magic weapon.

Taking a selfie in the mirror, raising his head slightly, he feels high-spirited.

"Let's go!" he shouted.

The doors upstairs were pushed open one by one, and the disciples from the outer sect who had stayed here last night poured out. While arranging their clothes, they followed Zhao Jiheng's footsteps downstairs.

For a while, the stairs creaked and the floor shook.

The boasting and flattering sounds of the dog legs, the earnest voices of the beauties, and the sound of the pipa saying goodbye to the benefactor, woke up the whole Chunfeng Building in an instant, and quarreled into a pot of porridge before dawn.

Zhao Jiheng yelled and embraced, and stepped across the threshold amidst the noise.

As soon as the front foot landed, a cloud of smoke and dust rushed towards him, shouting: "Wait!"

The man was wearing the deacon uniform of Huawei Sect, and his expression was anxious.Zhao Jiheng frowned, feeling bad.

There are row upon row of buildings in the market place, Yujian is inconvenient to find people, the deacon who came down the mountain to deliver the message could only rush out of breath, and searched all the Goulan restaurants in the city before finding this place. road:

"Zhao, Master Zhao, you can't go. Things have changed. Deacon Zhao told you to find a clean place and avoid it for now!"

****

A night of rain washed the spring mountains greener this morning.

The morning breeze is cool, the white mist flows like a sea tide, and the mountain road is slippery and rugged.

Meng Heze jumped over every piece of moss with Song Qianji on his back without touching the ground, like a light bird, he flew straight to the depths of the valley.

They had already left the cliff and took a path less traveled by.

Song Qianji: "I hurt my arm, not a limp."

Meng Heze smiled embarrassedly: "Senior Brother Song, I'm not familiar with the light body technique you taught me, so I want to do weight-bearing exercises by the way."

Sandbag tool man Song Qianji was speechless.

During the rapid ups and downs, the sunlight shone through the dripping pine branches head-on, making him squint his eyes slightly.

"Wait." Song Qianji suddenly patted Meng Heze on the shoulder.

Meng Heze was so focused on lightening his body that he didn't pay attention to the movement around him. He wanted to stop, but due to inertia, he rushed forward more than ten feet and turned a corner along the mountain road before he managed to stabilize his figure.

"What's wrong, Brother Song?"

late.Song Qianji sighed inwardly.

Zhao Jiheng climbed the mountain with his head down, his wide sleeves rattling.

Zhao Yuping asked him to find a quiet place, of course he couldn't stay in the market, after all he was a celebrity in the street, and he would be warmly received wherever he went.

He can only go up the mountain, and only on secluded paths.

The wind was blowing in the forest, birds were chirping, accompanied by the voices of seven or eight outer disciples and confidantes behind him, who were cursing for him in different ways:

"Then Song Qianji and Meng Heze clearly knew that they were no match for Senior Brother Zhao, so they didn't dare to embarrass themselves, so they hid."

"Why are they hiding, and the assessment has to be postponed? What is there to compare with, the inner sect quota should be for Senior Brother Zhao!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Jiheng knew why his uncle told him to stay away temporarily, but he couldn't say anything, his face was pale and he gritted his teeth:

"Those two dog things, if I meet..."

Before he finished speaking, the mountain road turned, and Zhao Jiheng raised his head subconsciously.

When the two sides met each other, they were both startled.

The avenue is open, they do not go.

Deep mountain trails meet each other on narrow roads.

"Ah!" Zhao Jiheng jumped up and pointed at Meng Heze's nose: "Wow! You, you really didn't die!"

Meng Heze said coldly: "Tuofu, I am destined."

Zhao Jiheng thought to himself, didn't you two jump off the cliff together? What are you doing here?

Meng Heze thought to himself, isn't it your default decision? If you don't go to the square to show off your skills, what are you doing here?

Zhao Jiheng tentatively asked: "Song Qianji, are you not going to participate in the assessment?"

Song Qianji: "I'm not going, I'm injured, please ask us for a leave."

His expression was calm, and his tone was taken for granted, as if asking his classmates to help him cook.

Zhao Jiheng subconsciously nodded and said yes, and suddenly realized: "You are talking nonsense! When did you get hurt? When did the two of you have such a good relationship?"

Not to be outdone, the outer disciples behind him shouted:

"Because the two of you postponed the assessment and delayed Brother Zhao's journey to immortality, can you bear it?"

Meng Heze shouted sharply: "What do you want to do!"

Ever since he learned the spells taught by Song Qianji, and obtained the high-level magic weapon of Lingyu Buddha Beads, he is full of confidence.

The arrogance of the crown was so extraordinary that it really shocked a group of people to retreat.

But Song Qianji is not interested in children's teasing each other, only interested in going down the mountain to farm.

He patted Meng Heze on the shoulder, signaled the boy to calm down, and said gently:

"Junior Brother Zhao, look, I can't walk now, and I have to rely on Junior Brother Meng's back. It can be seen that I have no destiny with the inner sect, let's forget it this time."

Zhao Jiheng stared at him with hellish eyes.

Who is Song Qianji?The number one struggler in Huawei Sect's outer sect, has a great reputation!

Zhao Jiheng is more aware of the extent to which Song Qianji will use unscrupulous means to get ahead this time.

At this moment, the more he couldn't talk, the more he seemed to be preparing a conspiracy.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Zhao Jiheng sneered: "I'm seriously injured, right? I can't move, right? I'm going to lift the sedan chair today, and I'll carry it up for you too!"

He waved his hand abruptly, "Come on!"

Seven or eight outer disciples rushed forward.

***

"Man, I've brought it!"

The square, full of people, fell into a brief silence because of Zhao Jiheng's shout.

The outer disciples all turned their heads to look around.

Zhao Jiheng bathed in the morning sun and morning breeze and all kinds of eyes, and suddenly felt that he had done a major event that turned the world around:

"Look at—"

The four outer disciples carried a vermillion reclining chair together.

They held their heads high, walked steadily, and walked confidently.

Meng Heze looked alert, and followed closely, in a protective posture.

On the padded recliner, a person suddenly slumped.

Song Qianji walked through the crowd all the way, ostentatiously, as if parading in the street.

The square was completely silent, everyone opened their mouths in unison, thousands of shocked eyes shot him into a sieve.

Song Qianji's face was expressionless, and his heart was ashamed.

Rebirth has to endure this kind of hardship, the world is unreasonable.