I'm the villain's own mother

At noon, everyone arrived at Wang Buliuxing, the main city of Cangshan Sect.

It's just that Wang Buliuxing is particularly deserted today.

The group of people stood in front of the city gate, and the young gatekeeper blinked in confusion.

After yawning and stretching, he said casually: "Please show me your token."

Song Zhujun stepped forward and put his token on it.

The man glanced at it first and then rubbed his eyes.

"Little Miss?"

When he looked up, he saw that it was Song Zhujun, and he immediately knelt down.

"Is this the style of our goalkeeper Wang Buliuxing?"

The sweat on the man's forehead has fallen to the ground. He has always heard that the young lady's rule is very strict, and now this time, he is afraid that his job will not be guaranteed.

Immediately the ghosts began to cry and howl.

"Little Miss Mingjian! I have been responsible for hosting various sects these past few days. It is really hard. The baby at home is crying every day, so I don't have enough sleep. I didn't see many people today, so I squinted lightly.

For a while."

Song Zhujun smiled calmly: "In that case, let's not mention it for now and continue to verify it now."

The goalkeeper just got up from the ground and took the token from Jing Shen's hand.

At this time, his attitude suddenly improved a lot: "Elder Hanpo, please."

After the group of people entered the city, Mu Wanwan saw the man heaving a sigh of relief and slumped down on his chair.

But the expression on Song Zhujun's face was not very good.

Mu Wanwan reached out and pulled Song Zhujun's sleeve.

"Don't be angry."

Song Zhujun forced a smile: "I just didn't expect that people would see the joke in front of my house."

In the middle of Wang Buliu's row is a huge competition platform, which is also the main venue for the Immortal Sect Conference. Going to the left, near the top of the mountain, is the Fufang Xiaozhu of the city lord, the head of the Cangshan Sect. It is built against the mountain.

The building is very beautiful.

Song Zhujun took the lead and walked to the door.

The plaque of Fufang Xiaozhu is hung with red silk, and when I look inside, I feel very happy.

The child standing at the door immediately greeted Song Zhujun and said, "Miss, you are back!" Then he looked behind Song Zhujun and asked, "Are these all your friends?"

There was a hint of joy in Song Zhujun's voice: "No, these are all distinguished guests from Taiyan Palace." After a pause, he asked softly: "This is it?"

The boy saw Mr. Song Zhu pointing at the red silk hanging in the house. He thought about it for a long time before saying, "Miss, I came back this morning."

The smile on Song Zhujun's face was almost unbearable. Mu Wanwan saw that the corner of Song Zhujun's mouth was raised again, and finally he gave a not-so-good-looking smile and said: "I know, I'll take the distinguished guest over first. Thank you for your hard work."

Already."

The child looked apologetic and said, "It's not hard."

The group of people followed Song Zhujun through the medicine garden, through the waterside pavilion, and after turning a few more turns, they arrived at Zhijunziju. It was the place where Fufang Xiaozhu held a large banquet.

Sure enough, before anyone arrived, the noise inside had already been heard.

Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun's face and found that it was paler than before.

After crossing the main door, I saw a family of three sitting on the Lord's seat.

The woman has a head full of hairpins and a kind smile.

The man picked up a chopstick to eat and placed it in Song Lanjun's bowl beside him.

"The daughter of the leader of Song Dynasty is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among people. I heard that she is the chief disciple of the Beast Control Sect?"

"Hahaha, yes, Lan'er has always been promising."

"Don't tell me, now I look like my father."

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous."

The guests and hosts enjoy themselves.

The road covered with red carpet seemed to be filled with red-hot charcoal, making it difficult for Song Zhujun to walk. Mu Wanwan helped Song Zhujun walk that part of the road, and she could feel Song Zhujun's powerlessness even more.

When the gentleman was in the center, Song Zhujun silently let go of Mu Wanwan, and then knelt down.

"I have met my father and my mother."

The man at the top stopped smiling, but he couldn't break his face. He could only raise the corners of his mouth stiffly.

"My son, please get up."

When Jiang Yingxi saw this, he immediately took a step forward: "Under the gate of Xia Taiyan Palace, the first disciple of Master Huimu, Jiang Yingxi, has met the head of the Song Dynasty."

Mu Wanwan also stood up at this moment: "Hello, Master Song, I am a disciple of Taiyan Palace and the first disciple of Master Hanpo."

Su Hu couldn't hold himself back for a long time, and immediately walked up and said: "I am Su Hu, a disciple of Zhenren Cuiwu. I am not the first disciple! But my other identity must be more familiar to you. I am the son of Su Yan, the richest man in the world, Su Hu."

Huaiyu also followed: "I am Huaiyu, the disciple of Taiyan Palace, the disciple of Zhenren Cuiwu, and I have met the leader of Song Dynasty."

Feng Yuan smiled slightly at the sight, took a step forward, and spoke slowly: "I am in Xia Feng Yuan, under the gate of Taiyan Palace, the first disciple of Taoist Qing Hui. I have met the leader of Song Dynasty and his wife."

Seeing this, Xiao Fengyu had no choice but to move forward: "I am Xiao Fengyu, a disciple of Taiyan Palace, the first disciple of Zhenren Ming Zhao, and I have met the head of Song Dynasty and his wife."

Jing Shen saw this and took a step forward: "Song Wang, do I need to state my name?"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to lift Song Zhujun up from the ground, bent down and patted the dust on Song Zhujun's skirt.

"Brother Song Wang, don't be offended. We, the disciples of Taiyan Palace, are just afraid that you won't know you, so we introduce you ourselves. There is no other meaning."

Taoist Qinghui coughed at this moment: "Don't make trouble, come here and sit down. I received a message from Feng Yu, saying that you will come today, and asked Master Song to reserve a seat for you."

Song Zhujun raised his eyes and looked at the guests. This banquet was always just for one person.

Even if her paper crane turns to ashes, even if it only turns to ashes after seeing it.

Even if her father and mother knew that she would come back today.

Still, only one seat was available.

"Hey, you were coming back, why didn't you tell us in advance?" Mrs. Song's voice was abrupt and harsh.

Song Zhujun saw that the hall suddenly fell silent, and smiled politely: "Mother is right, I didn't tell you in advance. My son suddenly felt unwell, and he was afraid that he would be disrespectful, so he didn't stay here. It would be rude."

Mu Wanwan held Song Zhujun's hand tightly. Song Zhujun turned his head, and Mu Wanwan's hand could no longer hold it.

The hand that slid down slid past the last corner of Song Zhujun's clothes and slowly formed a fist.

After walking a few steps, he took Song Zhujun's hand. Song Zhujun shook his hand suddenly, and Mu Wanwan quickly cast a spell to get out the ashes of the paper crane.

"What is this?" Mu Wanwan's voice was filled with surprise, as if she had never seen this thing before.

When Feng Yuan heard this, he knew what Mu Wanwan was thinking and walked over slowly.

"Oh, this is the white crane paper unique to the Cangshan School. As long as you say what you want to say, traces will appear on the paper and it will turn into a white crane. After the recipient reads it, the paper crane will turn into a white crane.

Ashes, and the traces will not disappear because they turn into ashes, and the paper cranes will still remain the same and will not scatter. I just don’t know what Miss Song wrote?"

Song Zhujun hurriedly reached out to take the paper crane back, but Feng Yuan obviously had no intention of letting her succeed.

He quickly picked up the paper crane and opened it.