snow every week

That incident back then was only circulated between the four of them, so everyone here saw Mr. Yuheng's sudden change of color and threatening words, and heard Song Yuan's vague words of "don't want Master", and only thought it was Mr. Yuheng. Misunderstood the words of the second disciple, and mistakenly thought that the second disciple who had just returned was seeking a teacher to arrange a Taoist companion.

Although it sounded a bit threatening, but considering the formerly gifted Nephew Song's low spiritual power, it's not surprising that he sought the protection of a stronger Taoist companion.

The strange thing is the attitude of Mr. Yuheng and his disciples.

Mr. Yuheng is as famous as he is, with a noble and lonely temperament, and always ignores common things.His eldest disciple, Xie Dianyi, was born in the direct line of the Nandi Cave Fire Sect, and inherited his father's different fire skills and his mother's sword heart, but because something went wrong when he quenched his sword with different fires when he was young, he found out that Ningqing Sword Sect had the power to suppress inner fire He just came here to study Gongfa, he was born noble and talented, Xie Dianyi has always been clean-eyed, and has a strong personality, he can't tolerate sand in his eyes.Ruan Chengxing's background is lower, but he is really a genius. Before he started, he was a white man who didn't know anything about swords. After he joined Yuhengjun's family with his pure sword heart, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, but his temperament is much gentler.

Although these three people have different temperaments, they have never heard of any miserliness, especially Xie Dianyi. As the next door master of the cave fire door, the spirit stones that flow out of his fingers during auctions are enough. Ordinary monks spend three to five years of practice.

Now it's just a Taoist couple, and it's the second disciple's request from the sect, it's really weird to let them lose their composure like this.

But before the people present had more thoughts in their minds, the frail former favorite had coughed enough and dropped another thunderstorm talisman instead.

Immediately, the explosion made the audience silent, except Ruan Chengxing, who seemed to be dazed, and repeated it in a low voice, with an infatuated expression.

After a while, the head of the sect was still well-informed, stroked his beard with a smile and asked: "Nephew Song, what do you mean, you already have a Taoist companion?"

Song Yuan clasped his hands, and only found a little sense of belonging amidst the gentle inquiries from the headmaster, nodded and said: "Yes, this disciple has already met someone with whom he can spend his whole life."

Just now he was coughing so much that his face was wet and red, and he was very embarrassed, but when he talked about this person who spent his whole life, there was a smile on his lips and gentle eyes.

The Seventh Elder on the side asked, "Is he still a man?"

"Yes," Song Yuan answered her in a low voice, "also my savior."

He knew that the Zongmen had strict rules and regulations, so he tried his best to explain this matter better and accept it.

"At the beginning, the disciple was seriously injured. Fortunately, he rescued him and took care of him so that he survived."

The second elder straightened up, he had a straight temper, and his tone was not soft: "Since that's the case, why didn't you tell your master so that we can take you back."

Song Yuan pinched the base of his fingers, raised his naturally aggrieved drooping eyes and looked at him. He looked at the resolute and awe-inspiring face of the Second Elder unnaturally. No matter how hard it is to recover from the loss, it is so desolate, my heart is ashamed, I really don't have the face to go back to the teacher's school, thinking of staying in a corner, let alone the rest of my life, it is my nephew's fault to make the teacher's school worry for no reason."

It's really embarrassing, the inner disciples around are not controlled, and now they can't help whispering.

"If I do the same and lose all my cultivation, how can I have the face to come back to see Master."

"Stupid, Min Tong of Fanjing Mountain has also lost his cultivation. Those bald donkeys can find a place for him to spend his days in a Buddhist scripture pavilion. Could it be that we Ningqing can't afford to support a Senior Brother Song?"

"Hey, if you are new to the inner sect, you don't know that Senior Brother Song used to be a real arrogance. That year, Du Yi, who lost to Fanjing Mountain in Dabi by only one move, came in second. Don't worry. Take it lightly, the Immortal Gate Grand Competition seven years ago can be described as a battle between gods and immortals."

"Du Yi? It's that Nian Hua..."

"There is also Xu Guangyi from the Tianxin sect..."

......

"Quiet!" The Great Elder's appearance was ordinary, and his tone was also flat, but his cultivation base was profound, and a single word shook the entire room into silence.

The Seventh Elder was usually reserved, but at this time she couldn't help showing some pity: "So you fall in love with your savior, even though you don't have the witness of your master and parents, it is reasonable and reasonable. It’s fine to be a sect to recruit a son-in-law, but you said he got lost, did you tell his master or family about this?”

Although Song Yuan used to have contacts with the Hengwu Peak where the Seventh Uncle lives, he had no communication with her. Unexpectedly, she was so tolerant and quickly accepted things that shocked others. After thinking about it, Song Yuan said: " Thank you Uncle Seven, he lives alone, has no family, and has never worshiped a teacher."

"Then he is a casual cultivator? Loose cultivator is fine, but it is always unstable. When you find him back, ask him to join my sect and live in peace with you."

Song Yuan began to feel that things were a little difficult, he thought for a while, and then confessed frankly: "No, it's not a casual cultivator either."

"My husband, named Xuexue, is a hunter on Mount Buzhou."

After all, Xuexue has no cultivation base. Although his body is strong enough to rival the top physical cultivation, the fact is that he doesn't even have a dantian. If he searches for it according to the standard of casual cultivation, he may never be able to find it again.

A hunter named Xue Xue.

The difference in pitch was probably caused by not speaking official Chinese for a long time.

At this moment, even the well-informed and knowledgeable head of the sect, the seven elders were all silent.

The Ninth Elder under the head of the sect, Song Yuan's master, Yuheng Jun, seemed to be unable to listen any longer, stood up abruptly, with a cloud of cold anger on his face, and strode out of the door with a flick of his sleeves.

Passing by Song Yuan, he didn't even drop a single glance, he just dropped a cold "ridiculous".

Xie Dianyi behind him had complicated gazes, but when he met Song Yuan, he hurriedly turned away.

Song Yuan watched them leave, even when he heard those words, his expression was calm, but he had a sick face, and he was born with a gentle and wronged face, which made people wonder how sad he was, but he just pretended to be calm.

"Nephew Song, don't be sad, Xiao Jiu... Your master just didn't figure it out for a while, this..."

It stands to reason that it is contemptible to receive a private gift, but Song Yuan's situation is special, and the grace of saving his life is promised by himself. He is willing to do so. A filial piety to the master is nothing more than marrying a hunter named Xue Xue on a mountain because he felt that he had lost his cultivation.

It's just that Mr. Yuheng couldn't rub the sand in his eyes, so he felt sorry for this innocent disciple.

Just now that the audience had figured out an idea, the more lenient Eighth Elder was about to speak to persuade him, but saw Song Yuan, who was sitting on the chair as if he was being tried, trembled a little, and suddenly fell to the ground together with the chair. ,

"Senior Brother Song!"

The thick and wide cloak was piled on the ground, folded and wrinkled, surrounded by everyone, carefully opened it, and saw a red, wet face with eyes closed.

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in the future,

The sect master, Ningqing Sword Sect is looking for someone named Xue Xue!

Xuexue: I'm doing business (study "The Art of Imperial Wife", "Men's Admonitions", "One Hundred Reasons Why I Can't Stop Being a Taoist Couple"

Xuexue: It's none of my business, I, Song Xuexue

After a while,

Xuexue: Meaningless snake hiss! ! !

Xuexue: Scolding useless disciples

Xuexue: I can't find my wife again and copied "Men's Commandment" [-] times