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The Ningqing Sword Sect lives in the east of the middle land, and it is the number one sword sect in the world. The sect exclusively occupies the Ningqing Mountain Range, which stretches for thousands of miles and has a sharp sword edge. There are nine dangerous peaks outside the main peak, and it is the place for the elders of the nine sects to practice.

Luo Puyun handed over a Phoenix Dancong, and said in a low voice: "Even though mortal tea is not beneficial, it is also refreshing. I sent an urgent message back last night, so it must be now..."

Song Yuan coughed a few times before taking it, took a small sip, and thanked him with lowered eyes.

It's not that he didn't notice that these days, Luo Puyun would occasionally pry his mouth cautiously, as if worried that he would have resentment.

He did have no idea how to face those old friends, but he didn't want to complain, after all, he committed the stupidity himself, so he wouldn't blame others.

Besides, he didn't have to be so stupid, and he couldn't find such a satisfactory husband.

However, what Song Yuan couldn't figure out was why this outer sect junior, who hadn't seen him for a few years and became more stable, was worried about his resentment.

Even if he hated it to death, fighting against Shimen with his current strength is nothing more than a mayfly shaking a tree and a praying man turning a cart. If this ruined body was not protected by his nervous little husband, it would have been buried in the wind and snow a few years ago. It was quiet.

Logically, he didn't think what would happen to the indifferent and self-restraining master or his brothers. Before collecting the medicine, he had just been punished by his master. The younger brother came to comfort him.

For this relief, he accepted the invitation by accident.

Then it became what it is today.

If they knew that they were married to someone else, and also married to a monster in the eyes of the world, they would wish to kick him out of the house immediately, and if they were more serious, they would choose a few of the more than 4000 door rules that he had completely forgotten, and punish him. Half dead, let people chase and kill that adulterer and evildoer who dared to seduce the inner disciple of Ningqing Sword Sect.

Thinking of this, Song Yuan felt a little happy in his heart.

He thought he still remembered a little bit of the way, and wanted Xuexue to steal him out, and run away as a pair of desperate mandarin ducks holding hands.

After all, beyond those shackles of identity, how can anyone expect anything from him?

He has not been in the world of mortals for a long time, and his perception is also dull. He took a sip of the tea in the mortal world to calm his mind. stared at him.

After calming down, Song Yuan was a little funny at his previous thoughts. Now that he has lost all his cultivation, he is afraid that after returning, he will be just a decoration to show the sect's generosity, kindness, and gratitude.

Why be harsh on a decoration?

Condensing the main peak of the Qing Dynasty, the meeting hall.

The head of the sect with a clear face and a long beard stroked his mustache silently, and said nothing. The eight elders sat down in line, and the disciples of the inner sect stood around the master.

The school rules are strict, and most of the inner disciples are cold and cautious, so that even though there are so many people in the huge meeting hall, it is surprisingly quiet.

It was Elder Eight who had always been in charge of the daily affairs of the sect, hesitating for a while before provoking the topic: "Here, have you informed Xiao Jiu about this?"

The Xiaojiu whom he is fond of is the Ninth Elder Yu Hanling, known as Yuheng Jun. He has a special status, and he is a genius in the sword. He established his own school before he was a hundred years old. If Han Xing is open and close, simple and majestic, but he combines both. He not only has the basics of swordsmanship, but also has infinite changes in every move and style. Therefore, he is only a hundred years old, and he is already the ninth elder of the Ningqing Sword Sect. position.

What outsiders see must be flowers blooming brocades and burning fire cooking oil.

Who knew that this raging fire was not an illusory reputation, but a real demon fire in his body?

The elegant and glamorous Seventh Elder on the opposite side glanced at the disciples who were waiting beside her. Her Hengwu Peak was the closest to Yuheng Peak, so she sent her disciples stationed at the peak to inform her.

"Back to the Eighth Master Uncle, the Ninth Master Uncle is still in seclusion, and there is an enchantment stationed on the top of Yuheng Peak. Brother Guan has already told Senior Brother Xie and Brother Ruan who are practicing on the Frost Cloud Pagoda. It shouldn't take long."

Yuheng Peak soars into the clouds, and the top of the peak is bitterly cold. Outsiders think that Yuheng Jun chooses this peak to hone his will, and they admire his character even more. In fact, Yuheng Jun retreats every year, and the severe cold must suppress the demon in his body. fire.

Therefore, his disciples are different from other inner disciples. The cave and the master's cave are not close to each other, but live together in the Shuangyun Pagoda halfway up the mountain.

The impatient Sixth Elder clicked his tongue: "Didn't you say it was already good? Why..."

The third elder who looked like a youth took over the conversation: "It is true that it is already very good, but you have been in seclusion for many years and don't know about it, sixth brother, then Zhou Xuelian is a fairy product, and the medicinal property is very cold, so it will naturally take some effort to fully absorb it. "

"It turned out to be a fairy product, no wonder."

"That's right," the third elder sighed, "I heard that this snow lotus was born on the barrier of Buzhou Mountain. , the previous head and the Taoist companion came together, the two of them crossed the catastrophe and cultivated, but they only picked one plant, but they didn't want the two young disciples who were so eager to save the teacher a few years ago, they would risk their lives and dare to go there. If you have an apprentice like this, what more can you ask for from a master.”

The second elder looks old and has always been taciturn, but at this moment he also sighed: "Although the enchantment was weak 400 years ago, it was only when I entered that I realized that it was even more violent and chaotic inside, and the world was chaotic. The same situation as before, but no one dares to try.”

The Seventh Elder turned the teacup in her hand, her eyes were soft, her voice was as clear as pearls, and she made a neat summary of the gossip: "The heart of a child can be expressed by the sun and the moon."

The innocent Song Yuan can't even defend against a flying sword, so Luo Puyun borrowed a crane from an outer disciple for him to use.

The closer to the main peak, the more familiar scenery, Song Yuan became more nervous.

The crane is spiritual, aware of the uneasiness of the person on its back, and flutters its wings lightly, flying more gently.

Song Yuan gradually calmed down, because he realized that this huge sect would not change because of his departure.

Master's disciple, he is never the only one, those boring mundane things, without him, there will be other disciples to take care of.

What they need is a genius who can shine in the sect, not a mediocre person like him who is not doing his job properly.

He was even more timid near the hometown, but he never wanted to go back to his hometown, but the situation forced him.

Getting closer to the meeting hall, Song Yuan couldn't help hugging the crane's slender neck tightly.

For some reason, the crane was so close to him, when it came down, seeing his slow movements, it turned around and picked up his collar to help him get off the ride.

Although it's a bit funny, Song Yuan is no longer the person who pays attention to etiquette and appearance, but he is a little hesitant.

Luopu Yun Yujian was quicker, he was already waiting in front of the court, seeing him like this, he smiled and explained: "Senior Brother Song, do you still remember the nest of young cranes that Senior Brother Wang fed on behalf of Crane Garden?"

Song Yuan's eyes lit up, he turned around and took a closer look, and saw that the tip of its wings was completely black, unlike the same kind, so he recognized it: "It's you, Huanhuan, I haven't seen you for many years, and you've grown into such a beautiful girl." Big Crane."

Huanhuan stretched out her wings in a serious manner, and rubbed his long beak against his cheek.

"Brother Song, all the senior uncles, brothers and sisters have been waiting for a long time."

Song Yuan agreed vaguely, stroked the crane's wings and left first, turned around and left with Luo Puyun.

As he walked, he thought carefully, not to reveal the identity of Xuexueren snake, but also asked someone to help find it, and the words must be more thoughtful.

But even though his thoughts were spinning, the moment he stepped into the meeting hall, before everyone's eyes fell on him, he was hugged by a handsome young man head-on. Rubbed into his hot chest.

Song Yuan was so startled that his eyes were closed, he couldn't breathe freely, and he only thought vaguely: the incense on his robe is so familiar.

Then a choked familiar voice rang in his ear.

"Brother..."

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Well, I have no intention of doing something like a natural princess. The main reason is that Yuan Yuan is not as unpopular as he imagined. For sword cultivators, everyone usually has nothing to say. It is difficult to fart with three poles. I'm completely dumb and have no part in the show (I'm lazy), and I believe in some educational concepts such as filial sons under the stick (?, if you don't fight, you won't be successful.

Others are just a few:

Yuanyuan helped, but the other party didn't respond and made a fierce face.

Yuan Yuan: Maybe I disturbed him, it’s all because of me

The other party (squatting there for a long time, blushing): Brother Song, daisuki

And we, Yuanyuan, used this naming format many years ago, and the overlapping words are cute.