The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Tang Yi took advantage of his position to arrange accommodation for Lao Ba in Bailian Pavilion.

Surprisingly, it is a quiet, elegant and luxurious independent house.

Even direct disciples don’t receive such treatment!

Lao Ba counted the rooms in the courtyard one by one. There were a total of thirteen rooms, big and small. Even if all the members of the sect were brought here, there would still be... eight rooms left.

The eldest senior brother died, the third senior sister fell into the devil's way, the fifth and sixth senior sisters were missing, and even the youngest junior sister disappeared without a trace, pretending to persuade the third senior sister to turn back.

Now, the ones left by his side are his second senior brother who joined the Zhengmeng League, his fourth senior brother who returned to the Gu family, his seventh senior brother who is busy with affairs of state, and his little junior sister who has not changed her original aspirations.

Maybe I can bring along a sloppy master who has been missing for years.

Strictly speaking, out of the thirteen rooms, only two can accommodate occupants at most.

That is Lao Ba and Xi Zhaozhao.

Xiao Jianxin served as an elder of the Zhengmeng and was at the peak of his career. He was often busy and rarely seen. Gu Feiyao's status in the sect remained unchanged, but from the moment he returned to the Gu family, he was no longer a member of the Taiyi Sect, and he did not formally become a disciple. He did not belong to the Taiyi Sect from the beginning to the end.

Needless to say, Xiao Jianxin can see Nangong Xiuzhu once or twice occasionally. Nangong Xiuzhu is a real monk, and no one can find him unless he shows up on his own initiative.

Only the little junior sister Xi Zhaozhao can barely accompany Lao Ba for some time.

Maybe in a few years, when my little sister grows up...

Lao Ba will have to return to his solitary life again.

The days when we could cook a pot of fragrant rice and eat it in the blink of an eye without leaving even a grain are gradually becoming distant. Perhaps what the little monk said is right. Only when we truly lose something, can we know how precious it is when we have it. So we should cherish it.

Walking aimlessly in this house that is so big that it seems empty.

It was already late at night and everyone was asleep.

At night, the breeze blowing in your face becomes cooler.

Lao Ba stood in the middle of the empty yard, his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the artificial rockery with a gurgling stream, the swaying artificial bamboo forest, the artificial pond where carp played...

Everything is fake.

Lao Ba raised his right hand as if to grab the moon in the sky, but his attention was actually on the back of his hand. He remembered that when he was very young, he was practicing double-headed knife with the teacher hired by his family. He was unable to adapt and cut a small scar on the back of his hand.

Later, this scar accompanied him through countless battles, big and small.

He once regarded it as a medal of manliness and the glory of a real man.

But now, no one knows where this glory has gone.

Among these fake things in the yard...

Does it include him?

He had seen the fireflies scattered all over the hillside, and he had seen the morning star that refused to retreat after the night fell, but he had never seen the moment when the glow of dawn shone on him again.

Goddess, can you feel how I feel right now?

Lao Ba looked at the moon and asked it with anticipation.

But the only response to Lao Ba was the sound of the gurgling stream beside his ears.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"I guess he's thinking of something from the past."

"I'm so sleepy. I don't dare to act without the order from my eldest brother."

"Keep your voice down, I don't want to get beaten again!"

"How about... you go up and ask?"

"Why don't you go?"

Just as Tuoba Sheng and Yun Hui were whispering, Lao Ba had quietly come behind them.

"Brother, when did you...what?"

"Can it be done?"

"Well, let me try."

Seeing his good brother cheering, he took three steps at a time and jumped over the courtyard wall like a nimble monkey.

Yunhui's eyes were filled with envy.

What vows of love, what sharing joys and sorrows...

It's all fake! Fuck!

Why wasn't he the one who went back to report the news?

He obviously has wings, so he would be faster if he flew in the sky!

"Brother, what about... me?"

Yunhui pointed at himself and said pitifully.

Lao Ba smiled without saying anything and turned away.

This time, Lao Ba decided to take a risk. He used threats and inducements and finally persuaded Tuoba Sheng to bring the wrong information back to the Black Magic Hall.

Of course, Lao Ba knew what kind of person Tuoba Sheng was.

This move is tantamount to letting a tiger return to the mountain.

But Lao Ba still did it.

Firstly, he left a tracking mark on Tuoba Sheng.

The approximate location of the Black Magic Hall can be determined based on the opponent's footprints.

Secondly, it can also make the young master of the Black Demon feel a little sense of crisis.

Tuoba Sheng might have vaguely guessed the former.

But Lao Ba doesn't care.

Even if Tuoba Sheng seeks out an expert to erase the mark, or uses the same trick to set a trap for him, Lao Ba doesn't care, because his focus is not on the Black Magic Hall at all!

In other words, finding the Black Magic Hall and wiping it out in one fell swoop is just a cover.

The drunkard's real interest is not in the wine, but in the stunning beauty who always accompanies the young master.

Since Tang Han was brought here by Yun Ji.

This means that only Yun Ji knows Tang Han’s location!

Now the Black Demon Hall is gathering all kinds of demons and monsters. If the location is revealed, these monsters hiding in the shadows will definitely not sit still and wait for death.

They could not win the fight any more, so they had no choice but to withdraw.

A single tree cannot support the body, and clapping cannot make a sound.

Lao Ba knew very well that it might not be possible to take down the Black Demon Hall by one person alone.

But some things always have to be done.

On the day of the demons' turmoil, the knights returned...

This world does not belong to him, nor to the Black Demon Hall.

Belongs to all living beings living in these five areas!

Lao Ba is only responsible for bringing Tang Han back.

As for how to deal with it, he doesn't care, it all depends on Bailian Pavilion.

But before that, there is one very, very important thing!

This Tang Han who framed him...

What does it look like exactly?

Two days passed peacefully in Bailian Pavilion.

On this day, Tang Yi took a rare break from her busy job and took charge of the cooking. Using her extremely superb fire control skills, she prepared a table full of dark dishes that would cause a fly to crash tragically if it flew over them.

If Aunt Tang hadn't been so sincere and honest towards others, her feelings would have been visible on her face.

Lao Ba almost suspected that his aunt was poisoning him intentionally.

"Ali, even though these dishes may not look good, they still taste good!"

Tang Yi confidently picked up a piece of something so black it was difficult to tell what cuisine it came from with the naked eye, and placed it in Lao Ba's bowl. He said proudly, "In the past, whenever I cooked, no matter what dish I made, my brother would lick it clean."

“Sometimes I don’t even taste it and the plate is already empty.”

Lao Ba's expression was a little strange.

In some ways, Tang Han is a competent brother.

By the way...was Tang Han really not forced to leave?

Seeing that Lao Ba was reluctant to pick up his chopsticks.

Tang Yi took the lead and picked up a piece of fried paste. Under Lao Ba's shocked gaze, he put it into his mouth, chewed it for a while, and swallowed it with a natural expression.

"Look what I said."

Tang Yi said with a smile, "I made it myself, how could I serve it to you without tasting it to see if it's salty enough?"

Is this really true?

Lao Ba looked suspicious and immediately picked up his chopsticks to pick up the black pieces in the bowl.

"Tang Yi, I heard you found your tribe members?"

An elderly voice sounded from outside.

Sounds familiar...

"Where is he now? Let me see what your people look like."

Before the people arrive, the sound arrives first.

Tang Yi smiled and replied, "Elder, you're back just in time. Ah Li is sitting next to me."

"Really? What a coincidence."

The person on the wall also laughed as he spoke, as if he was relieved.

However, when Elder Deng walked out from behind the wall, before he could meet Old Eight's eyes, the moment he saw the table full of food, he immediately turned around and left without saying a word.

"Elder, now that you're back..."

Tang Yi teleported to Elder Deng like a flash, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's noon now, why don't you have a quick meal before leaving?"

"No, let's not eat..."

Elder Deng didn't even dare to look back: "I suddenly remembered something else!"

“Eat, eat…”

"Elder, I've already cooked the dishes, now that you're here..."

Tang Yi's smile remained unchanged: "How can I let you leave with an empty stomach?"

"If this gets out, won't it be said that I'm abusing the elderly?"

When Tang Yi and Tang Han first came to the desert, it was Elder Deng who met and took in the two poor siblings. Since then, the three of them have lived under the same roof.

Elder Deng took care of the two siblings' daily lives like a loving old father. He not only taught them everything he had learned throughout his life, but also taught them every principle of being a human being.

Without Elder Deng, there might still be Elder Li, Elder Sun...

But it was only Elder Deng who made Tang Yi experience the feeling of "home".

"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who will know?"

Elder Deng never dared to look back, still struggling in vain: "And I'm really busy. As you know, the improved Silver Puppet has just been suppressed, and I need people to observe it day and night..."

"What does that have to do with you?"

Tang Yi rolled her eyes. She supported Elder Deng, whose face was filled with regret and pain, as they walked inside. She introduced him with a smile, "This is...Ali, where are you going?"

Lao Ba, who was about to climb over the wall, paused and rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

Lao Ba had no say in whether Aunt Tang’s cooking was delicious or not before he tasted it, but he could tell from Elder Deng’s panicked reaction that the result would definitely not be as good as he imagined.

As for Aunt Tang, who remained calm and composed even after testing the poison herself...

This is simply because he's been testing the poison too many times and has become immune to it, right?!

"what?"

Seeing Lao Ba's face clearly, a hint of surprise flashed in Elder Deng's eyes, "Who is it!"

"Elder, do you know each other?"

Tang Yi noticed this subtle change and asked curiously.

"It's not even close to knowing each other."

Elder Deng's eyes were blazing with passion. "Remember, I mentioned to you before that genius in refining weapons whose talent was no less than Shen Jin's?"

"No wonder he has such superb fire control skills. It turns out he is the one who wields the power of the Flame God."

Elder Deng also came to the weapon refiner exchange conference organized by Bailian Pavilion and jointly held by various cultivation sects, and saw the unparalleled dragon and phoenix skills of Lao Ba.

I didn't expect that fate would be so ingenious.

The one who ranks at the top with his extraordinary appearance is actually a member of the Nanga tribe?

Elder Deng was impressed by Lao Ba, but Lao Ba didn't know who this old man was who was staring at him with lustful eyes, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

"We're all a family from now on."

Tang Yi introduced, "Ali, this is Elder Deng. It was Elder Deng who helped my brother and I to subdue the desert bandits and led us into the Bailian Pavilion."

"I remember that at that time, Ming Zong Shengzi was just an outer sect servant."

She smiled sincerely, "I guess I'll become the sect leader in a few years."

"This guy didn't even bother to let me know when he came to Bailian Pavilion. He doesn't even consider me a friend."

Does Aunt Tang also know Lei Zun?

Wow, this background...

As a member of Bailian Pavilion, he is protected by Bailian True Ancestor. He is a disciple personally accepted by the elders of the pavilion. His brother is a monster who possesses the power of the God of Fire, and his friend is the world-famous Thunder Lord.

It’s a pity that she is not my real aunt.

Otherwise, Lao Ba also wanted to be a dissolute disciple who spent his days eating, drinking and having fun.

Although, he has a strong background.

"Come on, come on, stop standing there like idiots. The food is getting cold."

After a moment, looking at Elder Deng who was holding his chopsticks and frantically trying to find topics to talk about but was reluctant to put them down, Lao Ba felt that it was Aunt Tang's good intention after all.

He has even drunk arsenic. Could a few burnt side dishes be more poisonous than arsenic?

Thinking of this, Lao Ba's eyes focused, and he picked up his chopsticks as if possessed by God. He picked up several pieces of dark matter of unknown origin with precision and speed, and threw them into the bowl of the terrified Elder Deng.

"you you you......"

Elder Deng's face was filled with disbelief.

Could it be that this guy is intentionally poisoning him? !

"Elder, Ali is showing his respect to you."

Tang Yi smiled with satisfaction, "Eat quickly, don't let Ali's kindness go to waste."

Lao Ba nodded seriously with a determined look on his face.

"I, I, I..."

"Ali, look, the elders are so happy that they are speechless."

Lao Ba felt guilty and quietly looked away.

Soon, after seeing Tang Yi's face gradually turn cold, Elder Deng picked up his bowl with trembling hands. He looked at the dark dish in the bowl that was stuck together with the rice, thick and greasy, and exuded the breath of death.

I closed my eyes in despair...

Forget it, since this disaster is destined to happen, I might as well relax and try to accept it.

Clang clang clang......

A short pain is worse than a long one. Elder Deng closed his eyes and quickly picked up the food in the bowl. The moment he put it in his mouth, he didn't even dare to pause for a moment.

I’m afraid that after the taste reaction is over, I will die.

"Slow down, there's more on the table, don't choke."

"woo woo woo woo......"

Lao Ba gave Elder Deng a warrior's look.

Otherwise, he would be able to become an elder.

Even he, a divine knight from a foreign land, could not match this determination.

Halfway through, Deng Zhang found it difficult to swallow any more, so he stopped and picked up the kettle to drink water frantically. In the end, he choked and coughed repeatedly because he drank too quickly.

"Look, what did I say?"

Seeing that even the newly arrived Old Eight had shown his respect to Elder Deng, Tang Yi naturally did not want to be left behind. She picked up the plate with a smile and used chopsticks to scoop almost half of the food into Elder Deng's bowl.

There is a kind of pain that hurts just by looking at it...

Lao Ba closed his eyes in pain, unable to face the sufferings of the world.

"Ali, you eat too."

Lao Ba accepted his fate and thought, it doesn't matter if it tastes a little bad. The elders are eating so happily, so he just takes a few bites and it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Ali, wait a minute! You can't do that!"

Elder Deng's cry of surprise rang in his ears, but it was too late. Lao Ba had already taken a bite of the dark dish that was merely unpalatable to him but not enough to kill him.

"Ali...Ali...what's wrong with you..."

Ah, my eyelids suddenly became so heavy...

Could it be that it is really going to burn out...

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