Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 326: Celestial Immortal Beheaded in the Red Thread Tent

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 boat, Zuo Lingquan stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the scenery below, not paying attention to the talent episode, but thinking about the weird thoughts at the moment when drinking tea.

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

These thoughts are offensive and blasphemous to Shangguan Patriarch and Venerable Peach Blossom, but the more you don't think about them, the more lingering thoughts linger 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 better, but he will probably give himself a good beating...

Zuo Lingquan traveled far and wide, but Xie Qiutao next to her couldn't calm down, and her blood was still boiling with enthusiasm, holding her arms with the look of 'we are really good', and said incessantly:

"I'm 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 Jingxun 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, ahem - escaping. 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 taken aback, and blinked his eyes: "I also want to kill that guy, but after today, he would rather die in the market than come out to die. If the door is blocked, the people from Luojian Mountain will be killed 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 fellow, Luojian Mountain will definitely try to protect it, and if you kill it, you will chase after it and make trouble. If you beat the young one, you will come to the old one, and if you beat the old one, you will come to the 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 desolate Luojian Mountain is, it is also a famous fairy family in Huajunzhou. Just killed the people in Luojian Mountain, and now go to them to settle accounts and settle them. This is probably..."

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

"..."

Xie Qiutao felt that this was a bit of a big game, but she didn't hesitate after thinking about it-Luojianshan regarded itself as a wealthy family on the top of the mountain, and was unreasonable in private, so she still had to show face on the stage; the matter of Duobaotan directly pushed Luojianshan to the forefront of the storm , Zuo Lingquan came to ask for an explanation at this time, bringing the matter to the public eye. No matter how shameless Luo Jianshan was, he had to fight head-on.

As for the way of parrying, Luojian Mountain claims to have been side by side with Juejian Cliff, and is one of the leaders in swordsmanship. The theory of each other is nothing more than fighting, and whoever wins is right.

With Zuo Lingquan's current way of doing things, it's hard to say whether the elder will be able to survive the situation when he comes out, and the elder doesn't dare to kill him rashly, in case Falling Sword Mountain really provokes the 'Xiaoshan Patriarch'...

Weird news from Jiuzhou! In the past, the rich family of swordsmanship fell to the sword mountain, and the ancestor personally went out to fight against countless generations of disciples and grandchildren of the Valkyries of Dongzhou!

Luojian Mountain and Tie Cu Mansion are nominally equal sects, and even have a much longer lineage than Tie Cu Mansion. The ancestor beat his disciples...

Xie Qiutao shrank her neck when she thought of that scene, thinking that Patriarch Xiaoshan could vomit three liters of blood on the spot. It's fine if he doesn't make a move, but if he makes a move, that Zuo Lingquan will become famous in one fell swoop, and it will also make Luojianshan's status in the Jianghu world fall into the sewer.

Thinking of this, Xie Qiutao's heart welled up again, nodded and said:

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

Falling Sword Mountain is not too far from Thunder Bluff, but it will take three days in the past. If the whole journey is against the wind, there will be no energy left to fight when they get there, so the three of them still take the ferry.

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

Short-distance ferry boats are not as good as cross-sea ferryboats. 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.

The dumpling was a little unhappy, squatting on the root of Tang Jingxun's legs, and kept "grumbling~", probably complaining that Taotao was making a nest with its small dried fish, but nothing was caught.

Tang Jingxun was sitting on the bed, saw Zuo Lingquan turned around, sat up a little bit straighter, threw the dumpling on the ground, and gently moved it with an embroidered shoe:

"go."

"grumble?"

Tuanzi turned his head in a daze, and after being stunned for a moment, he understood what was going on, and walked to the door with dejected steps.

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

"Aren't you happy?"

Tang Jingxun was born in the market, and was naturally resistant to fighting and killing, so she naturally didn't find it fun; but in the past, there were many fighting and killing scenes, so it didn't bother her too much.

She put the valance on the bed into the Linglong Pavilion, so that Zuo Lingquan could sit down, and smiled:

"Why can't you be unhappy? When a woman is bullied and a man vents his anger, I feel relieved. The mother-in-law praised you just now."

"oh?"

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were surprised, and he took Jing Xun's hand and put it in his arms:

"Why did the ancestor praise you?"

"Say you performed well today, and you look like a man. Sigh~ She looks like this, and she can't say good things when she praises others, but I think she is quite satisfied if she can speak."

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled, put aside many thoughts in his heart, and set his eyes on Jing Xun:

"Does that mean we should be rewarded?"

How could Tang Jingxun not understand what Xianggong meant, but just nodding like that was not enough, she withdrew her hand and hummed softly:

"My mother-in-law praises you and rewards you. You should ask her for it, and tell me what to do?... How about I tell her to let her come over and use my body to make you feel good?"

?

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze and he thought to himself: If the ancestor hears these words, he will have to skin him. Even if the ancestor is really elegant and makes me happy, don't you still have to kill my husband?

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

"Xunxun, it's forbidden to say this, and it's forbidden for the ancestor to hear it."

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

After Jingxun made a few jokes, he returned to the topic. He took off his embroidered shoes, sat on his side with his knees bent, his round butt resting on his calf, and looked at Zuo Lingquan:

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

"Huh? She even told you this?"

"Tch~ I have a very good relationship with Qingwan. I don't know what happened... By the way, you seem to have done that kind of thing to her. We have never tried it. Only Lingye has played with his tail..."

Tang Jingxuan held the bed with his hands and raised his beautiful eyes, which still felt unfair.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't laugh or cry, and said to himself: Lingye and Jiang Yi are both as afraid as a tiger, but you are as afraid as a wolf and a tiger. When you really try it, you will cry.

But the ancestor was behind after all, Zuo Lingquan was afraid that the ancestor would feel something indescribable, and no matter how greedy he felt, he didn't dare to take action or take action. He raised his hand and pinched Jingxun's face:

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

"No, it's just pretending. I see that Qingwan likes it very much now. It's a must-order item every time..."

The tiger talks like a tiger, and his eyebrows are full of spring.

Zuo Lingquan was so teased by his wife that he really couldn't control himself anymore...

Tear--

While Jingxun was talking, his clothes felt cold.

"ah!"

Tang Jingxun quickly sat up straight and crossed his arms, saying angrily:

"Why are you so impatient? It's just a few pieces of clothing, and if they're torn, what can I wear..."

Zuo Lingquan smiled playfully, held Jing Xun's wrist, separated it from left to right with slight force, lowered his eyebrows and watched carefully:

"Why aren't you wearing Huajianli?"

"How dare I wear it when I go out? I'm not Lingye's flirtatious son..."

Jingxun's face gradually turned red. He couldn't pull his hand back or cover it, and looked elsewhere:

"Not like Qingwan, then what reward do you want?"

Zuo Lingquan wanted everything. He raised his hand and weighed Tuan'er: "Xun'er can figure it out for himself."

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

"By the way, when you stared at the maid's back today, do you think she's prettier than me?"

How could Zuo Lingquan accept this proposition? He shook his head quickly:

"How is it possible? That maid is just like a little fatter and has no sense of beauty. How can she be compared to Xun'er Wanyi, here for your husband to appreciate..."

Tang Jingxuan was dubious, so he turned over and lay down holding a soft pillow, with his back to Zuo Lingquan, and whispered:

"I do not believe……"

Pa~

"Try to contradict your husband again?"

"I'm going to say..."

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Next door, another room on the ferry.

The young woman with a flower hairpin stood at the window, looking at the Galaxy and the sea of ​​clouds, her cheeks gradually showing a chill under the autumn moon.

On a short ferry, the isolation formation was not very clever, and the young woman with a flower hairpin was too good at it. Even though she couldn't see the details at such a close distance, she could still deduce the general words from the leaked shock waves.

No sense of beauty...

Fat……

The woman with the flower hairpin slowly clenched her hands, turned around and glanced at her waist, then turned her gaze back again, her eyes becoming colder and colder.

Most of the peak cultivators will change their body shape when they go out. In order not to be noticed, they only make slight adjustments, so as not to turn their bodies into weird shapes, let alone force themselves to look ugly.

Although the figure of the young woman with a flower hairpin is not as good as her round figure, which originally made her look proud of the immortals, she is still the rare Supreme Grade in the world.

Isn’t it bad to have flesh on your butt?

Don’t they all say, ‘Beautiful women with waist, plump hips, and beheaded Celestial Immortal in a red gauze tent’?

Is this brat blind?

The young woman with a hairpin took a breath and suppressed the turmoil in her heart, but after a moment of silence, her body shape still changed slightly, becoming slightly flatter. Then she looked back - it looked like she was malnourished, forget it...

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"Dang Dang Dang Dang~~"

"Chi chi chi chi~~"

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

Xie Qiutao sat cross-legged on the bed, holding an iron pipa in his hand, playing with flying fingers.

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

Only the little dragon turtle, who was being trampled under his feet by Tuanzi as a stage, huddled silently in his shell and looked at the two lunatics.

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

She felt that this was not her fault, because there was probably no fairy who would not be impressed by such a manly man; if she was the one who showed off her power today, Zuo Lingquan would probably be impressed by her, it would be the same.

Alas~ Sister Jingxun is probably full of admiration, otherwise she wouldn’t have brought the dumplings over soon after boarding the boat...

He is probably wearing that little piece of cloth right now and kissing Mr. Zuo...

Huh~......

Xie Qiutao's face turned red. As a girl who was always sixteen years old, she was not ashamed to think about these things, so she cleared her mind and stopped playing the pipa.

Tuanzi, who was shaking his head for a moment, stopped having fun and raised his head:

"grumble?"

"What are you talking about? Sleep well."

Xie Qiutao stood up, with the pipa hanging on his back, took the dumplings and the little dragon turtle over, and put them into bed together.

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

"Good~"

Xie Qiutao nodded with satisfaction and came outside the room.

The ferry was built by a small sect and is not large in scale. The boat building has only two floors. There are eight rooms on the second floor and a hall on the first floor. Most of the monks who can take this kind of boat go to the nearby lowlands to do business and hunt for treasures. Monk, there are few rooms available, but there are quite a lot of people in the boat hall on the first floor.

Xie Qiutao came to the corridor on the second floor, pretended to relax, and walked slowly outside Zuo Lingquan's room, twitching his ears to see what was going on inside.

But with Xie Qiutao's way of doing things, he naturally couldn't tell that Zuo Lingquan was lying down, letting Bai Yue come to him, carefully admiring the moon and gnawing at the tiger. After walking back and forth twice, he went down the stairs in frustration.

Xie Qiutao loves to be lively. In the past, he never opened a guest room on the ferry. He always talked in the lobby with the monks who came from north to south, picking up some missing things.

There were no seats on the first floor of the ferry. Nearly a hundred monks were standing in the lobby and on the deck, chatting in small groups. There were also a few small pharmacists and talisman masters, walking around selling elixirs and talismans produced by their sects.

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

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

Xie Qiutao had heard a saying before, saying, 'What is waiting at the top of the mountain is not carefree, but self-pity.' She used to think it was nonsense, but after meeting people like the Shangguan Patriarch, she realized that this sentence must be someone's. A wise man said it.

Because the higher you go on the spiritual path, the fewer friends you have, and you lose the passion and passion to hunt for treasures and fight monsters together. When you reach the top of the mountain, you can only stick to the Taoist heart, stay alone on the mountain, and watch. Shadow was in a daze.

It's a terrible feeling just thinking about it, so please don't harm other people. Let Taotao bear this invincible loneliness...

Xie Qiutao thought about life secretly, and as she thought about it, her mind wandered.

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

News from the spiritual path was transmitted very quickly. When the boat came out of Thunder Bluff, some people had already begun to talk about what happened in Duobao Pond. However, as word of mouth spread, the style of painting gradually became outrageous, and it has become:

"...it's absolutely true, it was a murder of love. Han Jianxian from Luojian Mountain, a Taoist couple, had an affair with someone and wanted someone to settle the score. He was beaten on the spot until he vomited three liters of blood..."

"It's too much to steal Taoist companions and then beat them..."

"What is this? It was amazing later. After beating Han Jianxian to the ground, the swordsman pulled his pants in front of thousands of people and said on the spot, 'Now do you know why she has given up on me?'"

"Hoo-!"

? ?

Pooh--

Xie Qiutao's eyes were full of shock, and she immediately became angry. She knew that Independent Cultivator liked to talk nonsense, but she didn't expect to be able to talk so outrageously.

I wanted to go up and say a few words, but as a half-mountain ancestor and a little girl, it was inappropriate to go up and argue about these things.

Therefore, after Xie Qiutao listened angrily for a long time, he still ignored these idlers and came to the deck, secretly wondering what the connection was between 'tearing his pants and being dead-set'.

Before I figured out why, the chatter of another team of monks came into my ears:

"...This year's Yuefu Mid-Autumn Festival, several fairies from Yingyang Immortal Palace and Guigu Gorge will be there. It is said that Mr. Sanzhu, who is known as the first master of Qin Dao, will also be there to perform music..."

"Hey, no one listens to music seriously on this kind of occasion, don't they all go to see fairies..."

"It's different this time. Mr. Sanzhu came to Qianqiu Yuefu and said he was presenting music, but secretly he was clearly challenging him, just like Wen Jian. Mr. Sanzhu is famous and has many admirers. It is said that the Qu family of Lihe specializes in I took out all the treasured guqins and lent them to Mr. Sanzhu, what are they called Qingxiao, Qingxiao..."

…

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

"Qingxiaohe crying?"

The talking little Independent Cultivator slapped his head:

"Yes, yes, Qing Xiaohe is weeping, and the girl has heard of this?"

Xie Qiutao blinked, looking slightly dazed, as if he recalled something.

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

After saying that, he went back to the boat on his own...

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Three thousand miles north of Thunder Bluff is Falling Sword Mountain.

Luojian Mountain is named after the two fairy mountains in the sect - Hanzhi Peak and Shuju Peak.

The two peaks tower into the clouds, and the gap between them looks like a red sword falling from the sky at dusk. After the first patriarch saw it, he named it "Luo Jian" and opened a temple. This has been rooted in the world and passed down to this day.

Huajunzhou and Yuyaozhou are completely different. There are only eight and a half wealthy immortal families in Yuyaozhou. They have been strong since their emergence and have not changed much. Huajunzhou is not the same. It has never been dated since ancient times and has appeared many times. There are countless sects, and as long as there are sects that still exist, their ancestors are more or less wealthy.

Whether the Xianjia sect is strong or not depends on the strength at the top. As long as a genius emerges from the sky and successfully reaches the top of the mountain, it is enough to lift a small sect of hundreds of people into a powerful sect that can compete with the heroes from all sides.

Vice versa, once the ancestor who supported the facade dies and the younger generation fails to take over, a wealthy family like Tie Cu Mansion can instantly become a second-rate family.

To put it bluntly, the spiritual path is a place where you speak with your fists. No matter how many disciples you have, there is no shortage of other schools. The person who supports the facade is not the opponent of the other party, and his words are just half inferior.

For example, if the Tiecu Mansion has the right to mint coins without Shangguan Patriarch in charge, will Heavenly Emperor City and Fulong Mountain give up profits and resources according to Shangguan Patriarch's rules? Redistribution of benefits is inevitable.

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

And this is not counting suppression by others, but bringing your sect back to a position that matches your strength.

Many sects in Huajunzhou are like this. As soon as the head of the family dies, the family business begins to decline. After several generations of sects are unable to recover, they no longer have the ability to turn around, and slowly become a marginal force until they are completely extinct.

The situation in Luojian Mountain is relatively good, but it is far from what it used to be.

In ancient times, Luo Jian Shan even served as the 'leader of swordsmanship' for a period of time. Jue Jian Ya had to avoid his edge, and other sects were Luo Jian Shan's younger brothers.

After the death of the patriarch, Luojian Mountain began to decline, but it was still the top immortal family, and it lasted for a long time until the ancestor took over.

The previous ancestor was regarded as the ancestor of ZTE, and he had lifted the sect up a lot, but later he became a little drifting. He wanted to challenge the status of Juejianya again and regain the glory of Luojian Mountain.

But the leader of Juejianya is already the Sword God Huang Chao!

Just like the other "Ten People on the Mountain", no one knows how strong Huang Chao Ancestor is, because no one has ever been able to force an Immortal Lord of this level into a desperate situation.

The old ancestor of Luojian Mountain wanted to shake the status of the Sword God, so he issued a challenge three times, but the old Sword God asked him to practice for another hundred years.

Three hundred years later, he was rejected again. The previous ancestor couldn't bear it. He said that Huang Chao's ancestor had a false reputation and did not dare to fight. What happened next is known to everyone in the spiritual world:

Luojian Mountain has really become Luojian Mountain.

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

As the heir, the ancestor of Xiaoshan is just a duck to the top. He is almost the same as Zuo Lingquan, who is now the leader of Linyuan.

Moreover, the ancestor of Xiaoshan is not very talented among the powerful people on the mountain. He is about the same level as Lord Wanghai and Lord Yanyue, and is not as old as Lord Peach Blossom.

Ever since ancestor Xiaoshan took over Luojian Mountain, Luojian Mountain has not gone downhill. The situation is not much different from jumping off a building.

Originally, Falling Sword Mountain was the closest to Thunder Bluff, and it was supposed to be the big boss of Thunder Bluff Ferry. Now, the sect that decides on matters in Thunder Bluff is Qianqiu Yuefu, which is tens of thousands of miles away; other sects of Grotto-Heaven blessed land and Lingtian mineral veins The situation is not much different.

Resources were being squeezed, and naturally there was no way to retain fresh blood. In the end, Luojian Mountain even had to recruit sons-in-law and other methods to win over good young people for spiritual practice.

Independent Cultivators say that Luojian Mountain likes to cause trouble and make some fancy stunts. This is indeed the case, but Luojian Mountain has no other choice. If it does not maintain the sect's reputation for a long time, it will become the pheasant sect in the hearts of sword cultivators in the world. Even less good seedlings are willing to become apprentices.

This is also true for mentioning the glorious years of our ancestors when we meet everyone. If Luojian Mountain doesn't force itself to consider itself as a top-notch immortal family, how can we expect other sects to blow Luo Jianshan away? Doesn't that mean that you have become second-rate by default?

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

Under the moonlight, there was a sea of ​​people outside Shuju Peak.

Countless monks gathered outside the Sword Gate, watching the two swordsmen fight on the huge round platform.

Under the dragon wall behind the round platform, there is a row of Taishi chairs, in which various sects are seated. In the middle is the leader Xue Yuanxia, ​​and there are several sect elders next to them, including Alchemy Elder Han Song.

The leader of a sect has never been good at fighting prowess. He only worries about the sect's daily necessities and the worldly sophistication of the immortal family.

Seeing the scene where thousands of people in the sect were admiring him, Xue Yuanxia couldn't hide his sadness, and the depression in his heart for so many years was relieved a little.

Among the two swordsmen on the stage, one is a young swordsman from Dongzhou. He is quite talented. He may be able to win today's battle, but when he meets Song Qianji, the direct disciple of his ancestor, he has no chance of winning.

Thinking of his junior brother Song Qianji, Xue Yuanxia felt a little sigh, or rather grateful.

Although this junior fellow apprentice is arrogant and arrogant, his talent is truly astonishing. His words two years ago, "All the sword cultivators in Dongzhou are hereditary" made Luo Jianshan even more embarrassed.

The Dongzhou monks must have been filled with anger when they heard these words, but the people in Huajunzhou felt happy, at least Juejianya didn't dare to say these words.

Ever since these words came out, people in Dongzhou have been coming to ask for advice. Xue Yuanxia no longer even has to think about marrying his daughter. He sits here and teases the juniors every day, and his reputation is 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 his Immortal Venerable demeanor in front of everyone, communicate with his mind, and don't take the Tian Escape Card. Before he could take action, he heard hysterical shouting coming from the Tian Escape 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 expressions 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?"

Han Song's face turned cold after listening to his nephew's narration for a while:

"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 hang his head in public. Your nephew provoked the incident 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’s style.”

Han Song knew the seriousness of the matter. He cut off his hands and feet and took them back at most, and put on a show for the Fellow Daoist 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 matter 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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Hee~

(end of this chapter)