Xianjun, please calm down

Daoist Qingyang felt like a mess in his heart, and even wondered if it was the right time to come, even if regardless of the affection between his master, uncle and nephew, a fit venerable is of extraordinary significance to a sect, the number of top masters is the same as a sect. A symbol of strength, if Venerable Biyun has any troubles because of him, then he is the sinner of the entire sect.

Venerable Biyun seemed to let go of something on his mind, and his whole body revealed an unspeakable sense of relaxation, and even his voice was a little gentle: "You don't have to pay too much attention to it, Senior Brother Chongyuan is retreating, I will As a fellow apprentice, I naturally have to take care of you and Han Yang more. Besides, I also have my own selfishness in this matter. Even if there are shortcomings, I don’t care about others. However, in order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, I will leave You must not disclose the matter of the sect to the outside world."

Master Qingyang said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master..."

Venerable Biyun said in a warm voice: "Uncle master majored in the way of ruthlessness. He has been ruthless and ungrateful all his life, and his mood is like water. But even so, there are still people and things that worry about him in his heart. Master rescued me from the sea of ​​suffering, and the sect let me step on it." Feiyun, my senior brother treats me like a brother and my disciple treats me like a god, these are all my concerns.

When I was young, I was full of resentment and hostility. I wished that people could stop people from killing people, and Buddhas could stop people from killing Buddhas. However, as my cultivation level gradually increased and the years accumulated, I found that the most difficult thing to let go is not hatred, but concern. I cultivated It is a very good thing for me to be ruthless, cold-hearted, and still have something to worry about at such an age.

Uncle Shi has only had this one bosom friend in his life. The death of Xing Zhao has made me worry about it for many years. Uncle Shi does not want you to be troubled by this demon in the future.

Watching my friend explode and die with my own eyes, I don’t even know if I should regret it. The pain in it is not enough for outsiders to understand. However, this matter is difficult, and the uncle can only do his best. If you can’t succeed, don’t blame the uncle for being incompetent. "

Daoist Qingyang wrapped his arms around his robe, knelt down on the ground, bent down and said in a deep voice: "Disciple Qingyang, thank you for your kindness!"

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Coming out of the God Cultivation Valley, Master Qingyang felt more and more heavy. If something happened to Venerable Biyun when he went to the Demon Realm, he would be blamed for death. He is well aware of Venerable Biyun's temperament, once he decides something, even if he wants to stop it, he can't stop it.

All the way back to the main peak, it was already the top of the moon, and he walked slowly along the bluestone road of the main peak to his residence, sorting out his thoughts while walking.

The place where he lives is different from other cultivators. It is not a cave, but a small bluestone courtyard that looks very ordinary. When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly felt a movement above his head. A series of shouts sounded from the big tree outside the courtyard: "Ah! Don't hit Xiaoyuan! It's me, Liufeng!"

Seeing Master Liufeng who fell down from the tree in embarrassment, Master Qingyang's face darkened, and he said coldly: "You don't rest at night, what are you doing on the big tree in front of my door?"

Master Liufeng changed into a moon-white robe with flowing dark light. The moonlight was extremely bright tonight. Under such moonlight, the skin on his face appeared to be fairer and more delicate. However, some people have the ability to wear this robe even if they are wearing white clothes. The plain and clean color is very flamboyantly dressed, and Master Liufeng is obviously this kind of person.

He fell from the tree and rolled on the ground. He assumed the posture of a drunken imperial concubine, propped his head on one hand, and said with a light smile, "Damn ghost, I'm waiting for you."

Master Qingyang felt a chill, and silently summoned Feijian.

Master Liufeng immediately got up, patted left and right on his body, and said with a dry smile: "Look, I haven't seen you for many years, why don't you know how to be funny at all."

Master Qingyang glanced at him, turned his head and continued walking forward, and said, "Where did Yifan arrange you?"

Master Liufeng followed him, raised his hand and pointed with a smile, and said, "Here, there."

Master Qingyang looked in the direction he pointed, and found that it was the yard closest to his residence. He frowned slightly and said, "That yard has been empty for a long time, why did Yifan get you there?"

Master Liufeng still smiled and said, "It's because it's empty that Martial Nephew Qin arranged for me to live in it. He said that now there are many people in Guiyuanzong and the living space is tight. It's a waste that this courtyard is empty."

Master Qingyang turned his head to look at him, then turned his head back again, but he didn't make any further comments on where he lived.

Master Liufeng walked two steps quickly, walked side by side with him, turned his head to look at him and said, "Why do you look like you have seen a ghost when you see me? Is my appearance so dazzling?"

Master Qingyang sighed, and said in a self-defeating manner: "Liufeng is so beautiful, I can't look directly at it."

Immediately, Master Liufeng became happy, and said excitedly, "I knew it! It's impossible for you to look down on me so much!"

Master Qingyang sighed again.

Master Liufeng looked at his profile, put away his smirk, and said softly, "Are you unhappy? Let me guess, it's because of me?"

Master Qingyang ignored him.

Reverend Liufeng raised his hand and tried to touch Reverend Qingyang's shoulder, but he was not annoyed when he was blocked, but he smiled again and said: "Why do you need to worry about this, I have already said it, cultivator..."

Master Qingyang said coldly: "Shut up."

Master Liufeng closed his mouth, and even pursed his lips into a straight line, showing it to Master Qingyang.

Reverend Qingyang couldn't laugh or cry because of his disturbance, even the depression in his heart dissipated a bit, he just said helplessly: "Sometimes I really want to stab you right through with a sword, and my ears will be quiet from now on."

Master Liufeng pointed to his mouth, and said "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" twice.

Master Qingyang raised his forehead and said, "You can tell."

Only then did Master Liufeng open his mouth, and said with a smile: "If you can be ruthless and stab me right through, you won't be so troubled today. Come on, don't worry about things that bother you. I agreed to leave good wine for you. I specially waited for you to come back at the door, just to prevent you from drinking together."

He pulled Master Qingyang to the stone table in the courtyard, raised his hand, and a small white jade altar appeared in the palm of his hand. With the other hand, he called out two white jade wine glasses, and said with a smile: "Look, use Drinking with beautiful utensils can make people happy physically and mentally, but you are too dull to be unhappy every day."

Master Qingyang: "..."

[Okay, I am dull, you are not dull, you are almost dead and you can still drink happily, you are the least dull person in the world, but it seems that you are a person who has today and no tomorrow, so let’s start now I don't care about it with you. When you break the magic seal in the future, I will calculate the general account together. 】

The wine is good wine, much better than what was distributed to everyone at the registration ceremony during the day. The two of you had a glass of wine and I had a glass of wine. Unknowingly, at dawn, the real Liu Feng used the wine to play crazy, and he wanted to drink again. Daoist Qingyang knocked him unconscious with his palm, and threw it into the house with his shoulders.