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In Qingyun Sect, Changmei Zhenzun glanced at the latest news sent back by the disciples who were sent out to monitor Mu Yunxuan and the others.

The letter said that Su Wanqing killed Mu Yunxuan with a single knife and sneaked into the Hehuan Sect alone with the help of her appearance.

This development was truly unexpected. Su Wanqing looked weak, but unexpectedly, she was a ruthless person, not only to others, but also to herself.

He asked the disciples who were monitoring him to continue following Su Wanqing so that he could have something to say when the sect leader asked about it.

Not long ago, he went to visit Feng Qingyun through the barrier. After all, he was his nephew who had grown up under his care, and it seemed not good to just ignore him. As a result, he was shocked by his miserable condition.

This can't be his biological father, right?

Sect Master Feng Ming is a man who can do great things, so he might as well pretend that he saw nothing. Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t tried before, and he can’t break the barrier covering the outside. If the old monster in the Mahayana stage takes action, there might be a little chance.

Although Grand Master Lu is no longer in the sect, his legends are everywhere. The puppet that he left behind, which is in the Tribulation Crossing stage, often comes to chat with their ancestor.

Don't ask him how he knew it. The answer is that for some reason the puppet particularly liked to share its daily schedule with him, causing the two ancestors to look at him with particularly resentment these days.

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Lu Chu happily picked a handful of delicious fruits. When he was eating the fruits on his way back alone, he happened to meet his cheap grandfather Mu Zhengting.

As for Feng Lai, he followed Mu Junyue away with a wronged look on his face. What was waiting for him was probably a lecture from his brother's love.

"Ming'er, what are you eating?"

It looked and smelled strangely fragrant. Mu Zhengting always felt that the blue fruit in his grandson's hand looked very familiar. It was very similar to the ninth-level ice crystal fruit. The ancestor planted such a tree in the forbidden area. He remembered that it would mature in the next few months.

"Grandfather, this is what you are talking about!" Lu Chu handed the fruit in his hand to Mu Zhengting as if he was offering a treasure. "I just picked this today. It's very fresh. Do you want one?"

Mu Zhengting took it and took a closer look. It was indeed the ninth-level ice crystal fruit grown by the great ancestor! Where did this kid get it from?

"Did the Great Ancestor give it to you?"

This was the only possibility he could think of.

"No." Lu Chu shook his head. He was always honest and said whatever he wanted. "Feng Lai took me to Mu Junyue's orchard to pick them."

"Have you found the Fenglaiqin?" The doubt on Mu Zhengting's face almost turned into reality. Putting aside the question of calling the ancestor's name directly, this question is more important.

He only knew one person named Feng Lai in the Mu clan, and that was the immortal instrument Feng Lai Qin that had been missing for a long time.

"What you said is wrong. It was Fenglai who found me." Lu Chu took out the real Fenglaiqin in front of his adoptive grandfather and plucked the strings twice with his right index finger with great interest.

Mu Zhengting's body moved faster than his brain. When he saw the scarlet-gold body of the Phoenix Harp, he immediately set up an isolation formation and approached Lu Chu at the fastest speed in his life. When he regained his senses, both hands were tightly glued to the body of the Harp.

"Really...!" His eyes were full of amazement, and he stroked the body of the zither with trembling hands. He remembered that eight thousand years ago, his parents died in that battle, and it was Fenglai who protected their souls.

Lu Chu put away Fenglaiqin just before his adopted grandfather burst into tears. "Just let you take a look at it, don't touch it. Little Fenglai will be shy."

It's so embarrassing. Why couldn't I control myself?

Mu Zhengting turned around regretfully and quietly wiped his eyes, then asked seriously: "Do the ancestors know that the Fenglaiqin is in your hands?"

Of course he knew. Lu Chu nodded and swallowed two more colorful fruits with a crunch. "The little spirit is still with Mu Junyue!"

I almost forgot to say, don't call the ancestors by their names! Especially the petty-minded Great Ancestor!

However, seeing that the young man in front of him was fine and had even taken so many ninth-level spiritual fruits from the Great Ancestor, perhaps the Great Ancestor didn't care about such trivial matters at all?

The suicidal spirit in his heart was burning fiercely. Mu Zhengting carefully uttered a few words, which made his scalp numb, "Mu... Jun..."

Before he could finish his words, a purple bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit Mu Zhengting right on the spot, burning off the right half of his hair.

“Hahaha…” Lu Chu laughed particularly unscrupulously. Tian Lei really had an idea. “Grandfather, if you go out now, you will definitely be the brightest star in the crowd.”

Mu Zhengting exhaled a few puffs of black smoke, and with his half bald head, he gave Lu Chu a stiff smile and said, "Tomorrow, grandpa has something to do and will leave first."

Double standards! Too much double standards!

With his hair like this, he hasn't been able to go out in recent years.

He finally understood. Perhaps because of Feng Laiqin, this grandson had a very special status in the Mu family. The eldest grandfather doted on him so much that he looked like an adopted child.

Looking at his adopted grandfather's fleeing back, Lu Chu felt that he couldn't favor one over the other, and it would be rude not to reciprocate, so he returned a golden thunder to the other party.

Done, go back to sleep, and when you wake up you can implement his plan of justice from heaven.

Thanks to Mu Junyue for the great idea. It seems like a good idea to have social death before natural death.

Mu Junyue, who was reshaping Feng Lai's three views, especially his view on money, suddenly became alert. He dragged Feng Lai and teleported several miles away. He was stunned to find a golden lightning falling from the sky.

This lightning was obviously aimed at him, and its power should not be underestimated, enough to cause damage to him.

The lightning that was falling straight down suddenly turned and headed straight for his face. Mu Junyue teleported again, and the lightning chased after him. No matter how he dodged, the golden tail always followed him closely, as if it was playing a game of hide-and-seek with him.

The person who shot out this lightning was most likely a young child, extremely childish. The face of "Feng Ming" instantly emerged in his mind, it must be him.

After a stick of incense, Mu Junyue still couldn't escape the baptism of golden thunder and got the same hairstyle as Mu Zhengting. Feng Lai felt so unloving that he almost laughed out loud.

He sensed a familiar aura from the thunderbolt, "Brother, when did you offend Feng Ming?"

Real hammer!

Mu Junyue quickly poured a drop of water of life on his head. After a while, he grew thick black hair, half white and half black, like a Tai Chi diagram, which made him look even more special.

"The kid is protective of his own shortcomings. Not long ago, he sensed that Mu Zhengting called my name directly, and he reflexively struck me with a bolt of lightning."

Fenglai laughed even more happily and rolled around on her brother's shoulders!