The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

Bai Wuchang stroked the wine glass in his hand. Hua Wuying sighed and poured her a sip of wine. The two clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

Bai Wuchang hissed. This aged wine was very spicy, fragrant, and intoxicating. She seldom drank alcohol after becoming the sect leader. This was a time of turmoil in the Renxin Sect, and she had to stay sober at all times. It was also rare that she had such a Qingjing Peak, which allowed her to indulge herself for a moment and said a few more words.

Bai Wuchang said, "Later, I often asked Master Si about my Sixth Junior Sister's situation, but I also followed Master's will and respected Sixth Junior Sister's wishes, so we never saw her.

I thought if I didn't disturb her, she would be able to live a good life.

But how could this person just disappear out of thin air?

For many years, the head of the Si family has said that he would send spiritual stones and herbs to Si Ruquan and my sixth apprentice sister on a monthly basis."

Si Qingyu said, “Judging from the friendship between the current Si family patriarch and the Renxin Sect, he should not have lied, and presumably, he has never met my sixth uncle.

Or rather, Sixth Uncle didn't want to see all of them.

However, once we have recovered from our injuries, I think it is time for us to meet.

If he's alive, we need to see him. If he's dead, we need to see his body. Si Ruquan should give an explanation to both his master and the Renxin Sect."

Bai Wuchang's eyes felt a little sore, and she didn't say anything, fearing that the younger generations would hear the sob in her voice. She just nodded silently, as a response to Si Qingyu's words.

Originally, they thought that there would always be someone who lived a perfect life in Renxin Sect, but now it seems that the fate of the disciple directly taught by the previous generation of Renxin Sect was no less tragic than that of their generation.

The fourth brother, Huang Wuxie, died without a complete body. His soul was used after his death and was resurrected by the devil. He has become a tool of killing for many years.

The fifth and eighth brothers died in the battlefield of spirits and demons.

The whereabouts of the sixth brother are unknown, and the seventh brother has become a dried corpse and a ghost.

But it is obvious that they were all young talents with outstanding achievements, geniuses of their generation, and medical experts!

Si Qingyu couldn't help but think of the legendary senior in Mushui Village. If she hadn't gone back in time, Hua Wuying, Bai Wuchang, her senior brother and her original owner would have died tragically long ago.

The higher the talent, the easier it is to die suddenly.

The order and rules of this world seem to be distorted and manipulated by some mastermind behind the scenes.

Now that the strength of the Renxin Sect has greatly increased and it has many allies, if they want to kill the Dingkun Sect, the Rong Family, the Lu Family, and the Qian Family and wipe out their entire families, it would not be a difficult task.

However, the six major sects and eight great families are intertwined and any movement will affect the entire body.

If they destroyed the Rong family, they would directly put Rong Yin and the Le Ling Sect behind her on the opposite side.

There is also the Dingkun Sect. Among the eight great families, many children of the noble families have become disciples of the Dingkun Sect, and many families have in-laws with the Dingkun Sect.

If the person is not hopeless, the Renxin Sect will adopt the strategy of appeasement and winning him over.

Si Qingyu and his four senior brothers left Qingjing Peak and inspected the tops of various peaks. They called up the five boys and girls from Bailian Sect who were plowing the fields instead of the old ox, and also picked up the five people from Tiangan Sect who were digging the fields with great effort, and prepared to organize a small barbecue in the wild.

They chose a relatively high peak that overlooked several fields, and built a fire on the top of the peak to supervise the lackeys of Dingkun Sect.

After a while, the aroma of wine and meat drifted into the noses of the monks who were doing farm work.

Qian Lian angrily threw his hoe and cursed, "How ridiculous! They are so leisurely while we are working so hard here.

I am the eldest son of the Qian family!"

Qian Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Brother, hurry up and do it. You have just dug the land once and there is still so much left. Sect Leader Bai said that if we don't finish the work before dark, we can't go back to sleep at night and we will have to bury you in the soil as fertilizer all night."

Qian Lian said stubbornly, "She dares!"

Although he said so, Qian Lian's hands and feet were moving faster and faster.

Because what Qian Zhuo said was not exaggerating. Just yesterday, they saw their father, the honorable head of the Qian family, was buried in the ground because he did not work hard. Only his head was exposed and he stayed there all night!

While the head of the Qian family was chopping corn, he cursed silently in his heart, "Next time I play with the people of Dingkun Sect again, I will be a dog!"

The great elder of Dingkun Sect came over and asked the head of Qian Family, "Old Qian, you were buried in the ground all night yesterday. Are you weak? Do you want me to help you split a few lines?"

The head of the Qian family hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you very much."

If you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you bastard, woof woof woof.

The head of the Rong family stood in the field with his hands behind his back, directing his son, "There is a weed three steps to the left of your feet."

Rong Le said "Oh" and bent down obediently to weed.

"Go three steps forward, and there is another weed one step to the right."

Rong Le went to weed again, bending down to pull out the weeds while muttering, "Dad, next time don't get involved in this kind of thing!

You are so old, you can’t play tricks with the young ones, and you can’t compete with people of the same age in terms of cultivation. You should guard your own piece of land well, so as not to bring trouble to your descendants!"

The head of the Rong family shouted, "Rebellious son! How can this be! You actually disobeyed your father!"

Rong Le lowered his head, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Rong Le sent a message to his sister, "I'll tell you, Dad won't listen to your advice. Your words won't work."

Snap, a whip hit the back of the Rong family's patriarch, "Old man, you don't work properly! What are you standing there for? Are you a scarecrow?"

The head of the Rong family looked back in disbelief, and saw an old man in a straw raincoat and a horsewhip in his hand.

The head of the Rong family: "You, you, you! How can this be unreasonable!"

Snap, snap! Then came three whips.