The fairy is fierce

The sea breeze and the autumn moon together caress the black cliffs of Thunder Bluff.

Before the aftermath of Duobaotan spread, a small ferry departed from the port and slowly left the market.

In a window of the ferry, Zuo Lingquan stood with his hands behind his hands, taking a bird's eye view of the scenery below. He didn't care about Cai Cai's episode, but was thinking about the weird thoughts he had at that moment while drinking tea.

I had never noticed it before, but after drinking that cup of tea, Zuo Lingquan realized for the first time the things he had buried deep in his heart that he had never dared to think about before.

These thoughts are offensive and blasphemous to Patriarch Shangguan and Lord Peach Blossom, but the more you don't think about them, the more lingering the thoughts are in your mind, as if they have taken root deeply in your heart.

But it’s useless to take root...

With his current strength, if his ancestor discovers it, he will definitely hang himself in Thunder Bluff wearing sexy clothes to show off to the public...

Lord Peach Blossom is still stronger, but he will probably give himself a good beating...

Zuo Lingquan was wandering thousands of miles away, but Xie Qiutao next to him couldn't calm down. He was still excited, folding his arms and looking like "we two are really awesome", and kept talking:

"I was really relieved just now. That guy surnamed Han dared to be interested in this girl, and even made Mr. Zuo look at me without looking at myself..."

Tang Jingxuan stood beside Zuo Lingquan, holding the dumplings, and asked:

"Where should we go next? I guess that rogue will call someone to find us today."

Xie Qiutao responded: "Don't worry, I'm very good at escaping and getting away. We can't be found in Luojian Mountain..."

Xie Qiutao's natural intention was to run away quickly.

As for blocking the door? Killing everyone, pretending to be tough and not running away, really waiting for the opponent's disciple to come over, aren't you just looking for excitement?

But Zuo Lingquan, who was standing at the window, didn't think so. He came back to his senses and said with a smile:

"As a swordsman, I keep my word. If there is no follow-up, who will believe me if I say harsh words in the future?"

Xie Qiutao was stunned and blinked: "I also want to get rid of that guy, but after today, he will definitely rather die in the market than come out to die. If the door is blocked, the people of Luojian Mountain will die within three days. Come here to find a place.”

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and looked to the north: "If you want to kill that guy, Luojian Mountain will definitely try to protect him. If he kills him, he will pursue him and cause trouble. If he hits the young one, he will get old. If he hits the old one, he will get old. Ancestor..."

"Yeah, so..."

"So, go and deal with the ancestor first, and then come back to kill, so you don't have to worry about getting into trouble."? ?

This logic sounds quite reasonable, but...

"No matter how deplorable Luojian Mountain is, it is also a well-known immortal family in Huajunzhou. They just killed the people of Luojian Mountain, and now they go to settle accounts with them and get rid of them. I'm afraid..."

"Didn't Luo Jian Mountain say that Dongzhou Kendo is all a side sect? I originally wanted to go there and settle the bill together."

"..."

Xie Qiutao felt that this was a bit of a big deal, but after thinking about it, Luo Jian Mountain regarded itself as a wealthy family on the top of the mountain. It was unreasonable in private, but it still wanted to have some face on the table. The incident in Duobaotan directly pushed Luo Jian Mountain to the forefront of the storm, left At this time, Ling Quan came to ask for an explanation and brought the matter to the public eye. No matter how shameless Luojian Mountain was, he would have to fight head-on.

As for the method of parrying, Luojianshan once claimed to be one of the leaders of swordsmanship alongside Juejianya. Their arguments were nothing more than a fight, and whoever wins is justified.

With Zuo Lingquan's current path, it's hard to say whether the elder can withstand the situation if he comes out. The elder doesn't dare to kill him rashly, just in case Luo Jianshan really provokes the 'Ancestor Xiaoshan'...

Strange news from Jiuzhou! In the past, when the swordsmanship giant fell into Jianshan Mountain, the ancestor came out in person to fight against countless generations of disciples of the Eastern Continent Valkyrie!

Luojian Mountain and Tiechu Mansion are nominally the same sects, and even have a much longer inheritance than Tiechu Mansion. The ancestor beats his disciple...

Xie Qiutao shrank when he thought of that scene, thinking that the ancestor of Xiaoshan could be so angry that he would vomit three liters of blood on the spot. It would have been better not to take action, but taking action made Zuo Lingquan famous in one fell swoop, and also reduced Luo Jianshan's status in the world to the sewer.

Thinking of this, Xie Qiutao's heart surged with passion again, and he nodded and said:

"Okay, let's go over and settle accounts now."

Falling Sword Mountain is not too far from Thunder Bluff, but it still takes three days. If you have to fight the wind for the whole journey, you won't have enough energy to fight when you get there, so the three of you still take the ferry.

After leaving Thunder Bluff completely and seeing nothing strange, Zuo Lingquan closed the window.

The short-distance ferries are not as good as the cross-sea ferries. The rooms are simple and there is no place to meditate. It is just a wooden bed in a room. The space is small but neat and clean.

Tuanzi was a little unhappy. He squatted on Tang Jingshen's legs and kept "coo-coo-chichi~". He must be complaining that Taotao used his small fish to make a nest but didn't catch anything.

Tang Jingxuan was sitting on the bed and saw Zuo Lingquan turned around and sat up a little straighter. He threw the dumplings on the ground and flicked them with his embroidered shoes:

"go."

"grumble?"

Tuanzi turned his head blankly, and after being stunned for a moment, he understood something, and walked to the door with a dejected step.

With a smile on his lips, Zuo Lingquan opened the door so that Tuanzi could sleep with Taotao, and then came to the bed:

"Aren't you happy?"

Tang Jingxun was born in the market, and was naturally resistant to fighting and killing, so naturally he would not find it fun; however, he had seen many fighting and killing scenes in the past, and it didn't bother him too much.

She put the curtain hat on the bed into the Linglong Pavilion so that Zuo Lingquan could sit down and pursed her lips with a smile:

"How can I be unhappy? When a woman is bullied, a man vents his anger, and I feel relieved. Just now, my wife praised you."

"Oh?"

Zuo Lingquan looked surprised, holding Jingxun's hand and putting it in his arms:

"What did the ancestor praise you?"

"She said that you performed well today, like a man. Alas~ She is like this, she can't say good things when praising people, but she can speak, I think she is still quite satisfied."

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled, putting aside many thoughts in his mind, and his eyes were on Jingxun:

"Does it have to be rewarded?"

Tang Jingxun knew what her husband meant, but she couldn't just nod like that, she took her hand back and snorted:

"My wife praised you, you should ask her for a reward, why did you tell me?... Or should I tell her and let her come over, use my body to make you feel good?"?

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze, and he thought to himself: If the ancestor heard this, I would have to kill him. Even if the ancestor really wanted to make me happy, you would kill your husband if you didn't take care of him?

Zuo Lingquan raised his hand to cover Jingxun's lips and said seriously:

"Xunxun, you can't say that. It will be terrible if the ancestor hears it."

"What's the big deal? It's not like she hasn't kissed me before..."

After making a few jokes, Jingxun returned to the topic, took off her embroidered shoes, bent her knees and sat sideways, with her round buttocks resting on her calves, looking at Zuo Lingquan:

"What reward do you want? I heard Qingwan say that she used to reward you by letting you play tail and walk behind..."

"Ah? She even told you this?"

"Tsk~ Qingwan and I have a good relationship, I don't know anything... By the way, it seems that you have done that kind of thing to her, but we haven't tried it. Only Lingye played tail..."

Tang Jingxun supported the bed with her hands and raised her beautiful eyes. There was still a sense of unfairness in her eyes.

Zuo Lingquan was both amused and confused, thinking: Lingye and Jiang Yi are both afraid of him, but you are like a wolf. You will cry when you really try.

However, the ancestor was behind him after all. Zuo Lingquan was afraid that the ancestor would feel something indescribable. No matter how greedy he was, he dared not to tail him or do it. He raised his hand and pinched Jingxun's face:

"That's a punishment. Haven't you seen Qingwan cry every time?"

"No, I'm just pretending. I think Qingwan likes it now. Every time we do that, it's a must-have item..."

Speaking like a tiger, his eyes were full of spring.

Zuo Lingquan was teased by his wife twice, and he really couldn't hold back...

Tear

While Jingxun was talking, her clothes felt cold.

The move was rough, and two jade balls popped out directly, with the jade pendant hanging in between.

"Ah!"

Tang Jingxun quickly sat up and hugged her arms, saying angrily:

"Why are you so impatient? It's just a few clothes, what can I wear if you tear them..."

Zuo Lingquan smiled playfully, holding Jingxun's wrists, slightly pulling them apart, lowering his eyebrows and observing carefully:

"Why aren't you wearing Huajianli?"

"I dare not wear it when I'm out, I'm not that vixen like Lingye..."

Jingxun's face gradually turned red, and she couldn't pull her hands back, nor did she cover them, looking away:

"I don't want Qingwan's kind, so what reward do you want?"

Zuo Lingquan wanted everything, he raised his hand and weighed Tuan'er: "Yun'er, figure it out yourself rub."

Jingxun's shoulders trembled slightly, thinking back a little, and said:

"By the way, you stared at the maid from behind today, do you think she is prettier than me?"

Zuo Lingquan would never accept this life-threatening question, and hurriedly shook his head:

"How is it possible? That maid is average, a little fat, and has no aesthetic sense. How can she compare to Xun'er? Come and let your husband appreciate her..."

Tang Jingxun half believed and half doubted, turned over as he said, hugged the soft pillow and lay down, with his back to Zuo Lingquan, muttering softly:

"I don't believe it..."

Pa~

"Try to contradict your husband again?"

"I'm going to say..."

Next door, another room on the ferry.

The hairpin-wearing young woman stood at the window, looking at the starry sea of ​​clouds, and her cheeks gradually showed a chill under the autumn moon.

For a short-distance ferry, the isolation formation is not considered to be sophisticated, and the hairpin-wearing young woman is too advanced. At such a close distance, although she can't see the details, she can still infer the general words through the slight vibration aftermath of the leak.

No sense of beauty...

Fat...

The hairpin girl slowly clenched her hands, looked back at her waist, and then turned her eyes back, her eyes becoming colder.

When a peak cultivator goes out, most of them will change their body shape. In order not to be noticed, they only make minor adjustments so as not to make their bodies weird, and they will not force themselves to become ugly.

Although the hairpin girl's figure is not as round and smooth as her original figure that looks proud of the immortals, it is also a rare and exquisite figure in the world.

Isn't it good to have meat on the buttocks?

Isn't it said that 'a bee waist, a fat buttocks, and beautiful shoulders, slaying immortals in the red gauze tent'?

Is this stinky boy blind?

The hairpin-wearing young woman took a breath and suppressed the ripples in her heart, but after a moment of silence, her figure still changed slightly, becoming slightly flatter, and then she looked back as if she was malnourished, forget it...——

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

"Chi Chi Chi Chi"

In another room, the clear sound of the pipa and the chirping of birds merged to compose a cheerful piece of music.

Xie Qiutao sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the iron pipa in her hands, playing it with her five fingers flying.

Tuanzi stood on the windowsill, shaking his furry head up and down rhythmically.

Only the little dragon turtle, who was used as a stage by Tuanzi and stepped on by his feet, quietly shrank in his shell and looked at the two psychopaths.

Xie Qiutao's eyes were full of smiles, but she was also a little absent-minded. Today in Duobaotan, Zuo Lingquan's domineering yet elegant appearance has been lingering in her mind.

She felt that it was not her fault, because such a masculine man would probably impress any fairy; if it was her who showed her power today, Zuo Lingquan would probably look at her with new eyes, it's the same.

Alas~ Sister Jingxuan probably admired her, otherwise she wouldn't have chased Tuanzi over not long after getting on the boat...

She is probably wearing that little piece of cloth and kissing Mr. Zuo...

Eh~...

Xie Qiutao blushed. As a girl who is always sixteen years old, it is not shameful to think about these things, so she swept away the thoughts in her mind and stopped playing the pipa.

Tuanzi paused, and when he saw that the music was no longer playing, he raised his head:

"Ji?"

"What are you saying? Go to sleep obediently."

Xie Qiutao got up, hung the pipa on her back, and brought Tuanzi and the little dragon turtle over and put them in the quilt together.

Tuanzi was reluctant, but still lay on the pillow, holding the thin quilt with his beak to cover himself.

"Good boy~"

Xie Qiutao nodded with satisfaction and came out of the room.

The ferry was built by a small sect, and it was not large in scale. The ship building had only two floors, with eight rooms on the second floor and the hall on the first floor. Most of the cultivators who could take this kind of boat were low-level cultivators who went to nearby places to do business or explore treasures. Few of them opened rooms, and there were many people in the ship hall on the first floor.

Xie Qiutao came to the corridor on the second floor, pretending to relax, and slowly walked to the outside of Zuo Lingquan's room. Her ears moved, wanting to see what was going on inside.

But with Xie Qiutao's level of cultivation, she naturally couldn't tell that Zuo Lingquan was lying down. She let the white moon come to her, carefully admired the moon and flowers, walked back and forth twice, and then went down the stairs in a huff.

Xie Qiutao likes the hustle and bustle. She never booked a guest room when she took the ferry in the past. She always chatted with the monks coming and going in the lobby, and picked up some leaks by the way.

There were not many seats on the first floor of the ferry. Nearly a hundred monks were standing in the lobby and on the deck, chatting in groups of three or five. There were also a few small pharmacists and talisman masters, walking back and forth to promote the elixirs and talismans produced by their own sects.

The bottom of the cultivation path is the most realistic and interesting place.

Everyone holds the dream of one day reaching the top of Yufeng Mountain, struggling in a small space, full of passion and blood, doing trivial things that the children of wealthy families would not even look at.

Xie Qiutao had heard a saying before, saying that 'what's waiting on the top of the mountain is not freedom, but self-pity'. She thought it was nonsense before, but after meeting people like Shangguan Laozu, she realized that this saying must have been said by a Taoist master.

Because the higher you go in the cultivation path, the fewer friends you have, and you no longer have the passion and blood to search for treasures and fight monsters together. When you reach the top of the mountain, you are left with only your heart to stick to the Tao, staying alone on the mountain, staring at your shadow in a daze.

That feeling is terrible to think about, so God, please don't harm others, let Taotao bear this invincible loneliness...

Xie Qiutao secretly thought about life, and as she thought about it, her thoughts drifted away.

She shook her head, swept away her messy thoughts, and listened to the conversations of many small casual cultivators.

The speed of news transmission in the cultivation world is very fast. When the boat came out of Thunder Cliff, some people started to talk about what happened in Duobaotan. However, as word of mouth spread, the story became more and more outrageous, and it has become:

"... It is absolutely true. It was a murder of love. Han Jianxian from Luojian Mountain had an affair with someone. He went to settle the score with someone and was beaten on the spot until he vomited three liters of blood..."

"Stealing someone's partner and beating someone, this is too much..."

"What is this? It was only later that he became more powerful. After knocking Han Jianxian down, the swordsman pulled his robe in front of thousands of people. Guess what happened?"

"How?"

"The little dragon is more than seven inches long, with a forearm as thick as a mushroom cap. He said on the spot, 'Now do you know why she is so devoted to this swordsman?'"

"Wow!"? ?

Pooh

Xie Qiutao was shocked and angry. She knew that casual cultivators liked to talk nonsense based on hearsay, but she didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

I wanted to go up and say something, but as a half-mountaintop ancestor and a young girl, it was inappropriate for me to go up and argue about these things.

Therefore, after Xie Qiutao listened angrily for a long time, she still ignored these idlers and came to the deck, secretly thinking about what "mushroom cap" meant.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard the gossip of another group of cultivators:

"... This year, at the Yuefu Mid-Autumn Festival, several fairies from Yingyang Fairy Palace and Guigu Gorge will go. It is said that Mr. Sanzhu, who is known as the number one master of the zither, will also be there to perform music..."

"Alas, who would listen to music at such an occasion? Aren't they all there to see the fairies..."

"This time is different. Mr. Sanzhu went to Qianqiu Yuefu to perform music, but he was obviously challenging them secretly, just like asking for a sword. Mr. Sanzhu is famous and has many admirers. It is said that the Qu family of Lihe specially took out all the guqins in their collection and lent them to Mr. Sanzhu. They were called Qingxiao, Qingxiao..."

...

Xie Qiutao was listening casually, but when she heard this, her expression suddenly froze, and she turned her head and said:

"Qingxiao Heqi?"

The little cultivator who was speaking slapped his forehead:

"Yes, yes, Qingxiao Heqi, the young lady has heard of this too?"

Xie Qiutao blinked, a little dazed, as if she had recalled something

"I've heard a little about it, but I don't know much."

After saying that, he returned to the boat...——

Three thousand miles north of Thunder Cliff is Luojian Mountain.

Luojian Mountain is named after the two immortal mountains in the sect, Hanzhi Peak and Shuju Peak.

The two peaks are both towering into the clouds, and the gap between them looks like a red sword falling from the sky at dusk. When the first ancestor saw it, he named it "Falling Sword" and founded a sect and temple, which has taken root in the world and passed down to this day.

Huajunzhou is completely different from Yuyaozhou. There are only eight and a half immortal families in Yuyaozhou, and they have been strong since their emergence, without much change; Huajunzhou is different. There has never been a break since ancient times, and it is difficult to count how many sects have appeared. As long as the sects that still exist now, their ancestors have more or less been rich.

Whether the immortal sect is strong or not depends on the top power. As long as there is a genius who comes out of nowhere and successfully reaches the top of the mountain, it is enough to make a small sect of hundreds of people into a wealthy family that can compete with the heroes of all parties.

Vice versa, once the ancestor who supports the door dies, the younger generation is not there, and a wealthy family like Tiezhu Mansion can instantly become second-rate.

To put it bluntly, the path of cultivation is a place where fists speak. No matter how many disciples you have, other families also have no shortage of them. The person who holds up the facade is not the opponent of the other party, and he is half a point inferior to the other party.

For example, the right of Tiezhu Mansion to mint coins, without the presence of the ancestor Shangguan, will Tiandi City and Fulong Mountain make concessions and resources according to the rules of the ancestor Shangguan? The redistribution of interests is inevitable.

Cultivation resources are the lifeblood of the sect. If there is a slight loss, it will fall into a vicious circle.

And this is not to be suppressed by others, but to let your sect return to a position that matches your strength.

Many sects in Huajunzhou are like this. Once the ancestor of the head of the family dies, the family business begins to decline. After several generations of failure to turn it around, there is no power to turn it around, and it slowly becomes a marginal force until it completely disappears.

Luojian Mountain is in a relatively good situation, but it is far worse than before.

In ancient times, Luojian Mountain even served as the "King of Swords" for a period of time, and Juejian Cliff had to avoid its edge, and other sects were even younger brothers in the eyes of Luojian Mountain.

After the death of the head ancestor, Luojian Mountain began to decline, but it was still a top-tier immortal family for a long time, until the previous ancestor.

The previous ancestor was considered the ancestor of the revival, and he raised the sect a lot, but later he became a little arrogant and wanted to challenge the status of Juejian Cliff again and restore the glory of Luojian Mountain in the past.

But the head of Juejian Cliff is already the Sword God Huang Chao Patriarch!

How strong Patriarch Huang Chao is, like the other "Ten People on the Mountain", no one knows at all, because no one has ever forced an immortal king of this level into a desperate situation.

The previous ancestor of Luojian Mountain wanted to shake the status of the Sword God, and issued three letters of challenge. The old Sword God asked him to practice for another hundred years.

After being rejected again after three hundred years, the previous ancestor could no longer bear it and said that Patriarch Huang Chao was just a name and dared not fight. What happened later was known to all Taoist practitioners:

Luojian Mountain really became Luojian Mountain.

With one sword strike, the previous ancestor was seriously injured, and his sword heart was shattered. He died of depression in just a few years.

As the successor, Patriarch Xiaoshan was forced to take the position of Lord Linyuan. It was similar to letting Zuo Lingquan take the position of Lord Linyuan now. Although he had an unprecedented talent, he was too young to take on the responsibility.

Moreover, Patriarch Xiaoshan was not very talented among the strong men on the top of the mountain. He was about the same level as Lord Wanghai and Lord Yanyue, and he was not even as old as Lord Taohua.

Since Patriarch Xiaoshan took over Luojian Mountain, Luojian Mountain has not been on a downward slope. Its situation is not much different from jumping off a building.

Originally, Luojian Mountain was the closest to Thunder Cliff and should have been the big boss of the Thunder Cliff Ferry. Now the sect that makes the final decision on Thunder Cliff is Qianqiu Yuefu, which is tens of thousands of miles away; the situation of other cave paradises and spiritual fields is almost the same.

With resources squeezed out, it is natural that it cannot retain fresh blood. Later, Luojian Mountain even had to rely on recruiting sons-in-law and other methods to win over good seedlings of cultivation.

The casual cultivators all said that Luojian Mountain liked to stir up trouble and make some fancy gimmicks. This was indeed the case, but Luojian Mountain had no other choice. If it did not maintain the popularity of the sect for a long time and became a wild chicken sect in the hearts of the world's sword cultivators, no good seedlings would be willing to become disciples.

The same is true for mentioning the glorious years of ancestors whenever they meet someone. If Luojian Mountain does not force itself to be a top-tier immortal family, how can it expect other sects to praise Luojian Mountain? Wouldn't that mean that it has become second-rate?

However, in the past two years, the reputation of Luojian Mountain has risen a lot.

Under the moonlight, there were crowds of people outside Shuju Peak.

Countless cultivators gathered outside Jianmen, watching the two swordsmen fighting on the huge round platform.

Behind the round platform, under the Panlong Wall, there is a row of chairs, where the famous people from various sects sit. In the middle is the head of the sect Xue Yuanxia, ​​and there are several elders in the sect beside him, including the elder of Danqi Han Song.

The head of a sect has never been known for his fighting power, but he is always worried about the daily necessities of the sect and the relationships of the immortals.

Seeing the scene of the sect being admired by thousands of people, Xue Yuanxia couldn't hide his sighs, and the depression in his heart for so many years was slightly relieved.

There are two swordsmen on the stage. One is a young swordsman from Dongzhou. He has decent talent. He may win this match today, but he has no chance of winning against Song Qianji, the direct disciple of the ancestor.

Thinking of his junior brother Song Qianji, Xue Yuanxia sighed again, or thanked.

Although this junior brother is frivolous and arrogant, his talent is really amazing. Two years ago, he said, "All swordsmen in Dongzhou are unorthodox", which made Luojianshan proud.

The Dongzhou cultivators must have been furious when hearing this, but the people of Huajunzhou felt relieved when hearing this, at least Juejianya didn't dare to say this.

Ever since this sentence was spread, people from Dongzhou have been coming to ask for swords and challenge him. Xue Yuanxia didn't even have to think about marrying off his daughter. He just sat here every day to instruct the younger generation, and his reputation was rising.

Over the past two years, the disciples have won and lost, but the junior brother Song Qianji has never lost a game.

This record is the best admissions document. Last year alone, there were more young people visiting the school than in the previous ten years combined.

There is no shortage of fresh blood, and the revival of the sect is only a matter of time. The ancestor has not sighed in the past two years, and is smiling and drinking tea and playing chess in the back mountain. Once this heart calms down, maybe the ancestor can take a step forward. Two steps to bring Luojian Mountain back to its peak...

Xue Yuanxia's eyebrows were curved, and when he was secretly dreaming about the bright future, Han Song, the alchemy elder sitting behind him, frowned and took out the Tian Escape Card from his waist.

Xue Yuanxia frowned slightly, wanting to remind his junior brother to pay attention to the demeanor of the Immortal Lord, communicate with his mind, and don't take the Tiandun Card in his hands in front of everyone. Before he could take action, he heard hysterical shouting coming from the Tiandun Card:

"Uncle, someone wants to kill me! Come and save me! Hurry..."

The voice quickly faded away, but several Luojian Mountain elders nearby heard it, and their faces sank.

Xue Yuanxia naturally knew the person on the other end of the Tiandun card. He was Han Chupeng, the nephew of the alchemy elder Han Song. He had average talent and a loose personality. Thanks to Han Song, he had some cultivation.

Although Han Chupeng was of no use, Han Song was among the five elders and was the core of the sect; his nephew was being hunted down, which would have slapped Jianshan in the face at worst.

Xue Yuanxia turned his head and asked in a deep voice:

"Han Song, what's going on?"

After listening to his nephew's narration, Han Song's face turned cold:

"My nephew was visiting Thunder Bluff and met an unknown junior..."

Han Song did not listen to his nephew's one-sided words because he knew his nephew's virtues. After confirming it with Shen Wanning and others, he told the origin, process and result of Duobaotan.

Several elders of Luojian Mountain had anger in their eyes when they heard that someone was so crazy.

"Chu Yi didn't show up. I'm afraid the person behind this son is not simple. If he is not handled carefully, the sect's reputation will be ruined..."

Xue Yuanxia thought about it for a while and ordered: "Han Song, go to Thunder Bluff. If this son has left, it is a bluff. You must recover him and show his head to the public. Your nephew provoked trouble first and killed his own bodyguard in public. Now, When something scandalous happens, we must distance ourselves from the sect and use every move in the street to suppress the sect.”

Han Song knew the seriousness of the matter. He cut off his hands and feet and took them back and put on a show to show to fellow Taoists on the mountain. He had no objection to this.

"What if I'm waiting outside the market?"

"Dare to wait outside the market, either he has a real background, or he is a young and arrogant man. Check the seniority first. If he is senior enough and cannot be killed, let him apologize in Thunder Bluff and make the big deal a trivial matter. If he is an unknown junior, hang his head in public to show his innocence. Zhenmenwei.”

Han Song nodded slightly, led two disciples, and hid behind the Panlong Wall.

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