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Xiuli's cheeks were slightly pale, and she had no appreciation for the pavilion, so Mo Zhiyao hurried upstairs.

After entering the room, Mo Zhiyao took a rough look at the layout of the room, and then threw himself on the bed.

Mo Zhiyao's mind was in a mess, everything here was so strange.

First there was the half-centenarian old man, then there was the weird screen downstairs, and the sword hanging from the waist of the man above it.

All these made Mo Zhiyao feel familiar, as if he was destined in the dark.

Yunjian Villa, the main hall.

Surrounded by air-conditioning, it was even more terrifyingly quiet.

Snapped!

The fine jasper teacup was slammed onto the ground and smashed to pieces.

Mo Baichuan sat on the main seat with a gloomy face, looked at Mo Zhiwu who stood trembling in the hall, stared and shouted: "Where did your sister go!"

Hearing the roar, Mo Zhiwu almost burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice, "We came back after eating at Feiyun Tower. Mr. Ning is responsible for sending the elder sister back, and I don't know about the rest."

Mo Baichuan was even angrier when he heard this, and actually let Ning Yuchun and Zhiyao be alone?

"You are such an elm head, rotten wood can't be carved! What else do you think you can do? Apart from eating, you are crazy all day long! You can't even look down on a big living person, go back and think about your mistakes behind closed doors. Without my order, you are not allowed to leave the door One step." Mo Baichuan almost strangled this useless little girl to death.

Losing Mo Zhiyao at this moment, what capital does he have to control the overall situation?

Mo Zhiwu walked out with his head down, 1 dissatisfied in his heart.

Why is the eldest sister so anxious to lose you?I haven't seen you caring about her so much before, so hypocritical, hmph.

Mo Baichuan pondered for a while, fixed his eyes on Qingxue who was trembling by the side, and said in a low voice, "Go and find Ning Yuchun."

"Yes." Qingxue replied, without daring to take a breath, she ran out.

sunset.

The misty golden setting sun slowly descended to the west mountain with a immersion speed, attaching a layer of elegant golden yarn to the endless mountains.

Looking at the mountains and mountains, not only broadens the horizon, but also has a touch of thrilling beauty.

"Two hundred miles to the west is Yunjue Cliff. But such a sunset is indeed the most beautiful I have ever seen." A middle-aged man with gray hair stroked his short beard and stared at the sunset in the sky style.

The man is dressed in a milky white brocade robe, standing elegantly and arrogantly, his amorous eyes are slightly narrowed, and that comfortable expression seems to be enlightening life through the brilliance of the setting sun.

Although the man has entered middle age, the elegant temperament that surrounds him, and the face with sharp edges and corners that are firm and soft, not only does not make the man feel old, but on the contrary reflects the man's mature and solemn temperament.

A middle-aged beautiful woman came from the side, wearing a light green robe, dancing with the wind, showing an elegant and charming atmosphere.

The woman paused beside the man, pursed the corners of her lips, and said with a smile, "Master Yin is so excited that he still wants to enjoy the sunset when the sky is full of yellow sand."

"Sect Master Qiu seems to be more interested than I am. Instead of staying in the house, why not walk with me in the golden sands? What do you think?" The man's charming eyes seemed to overwhelm the woman beside him. Magnetic voice is the nirvana of all women.

Looking at the golden mountains in the distance, the woman chuckled, "Naturally, I am interested, but I'm afraid it's not the time. All the sects have gathered together and are waiting for the master of Yin Zhuang to discuss countermeasures. Yin Zhuang Qiu Yun had no choice but to decline the Lord's kind invitation."

The man looked a little embarrassed, he smiled dryly and said, "In this case, let's go back quickly. It's not good to keep those old things waiting for a long time."

The woman nodded with a smile, and walked towards a huge tent at the foot of the mountain together with the man.

The two talked and laughed happily all the way, seemingly more than a hundred meters away, but walked easily between steps.

The man opened the curtain and walked in, and all the quacks who were sitting in the room stood up instantly.

"Master Yin, Master Qiu." Looking at the handsome man and beautiful woman who came in, everyone respectfully greeted them.

Why do these Jianghu people respect Yin Wushuang so much? Jianghu is a place where martial arts are admired.

Yin Yang Tian, ​​the great ancestor of the music family, has always followed the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes as the criterion since he founded the Guanque Villa.

It is also for the removal of many black sheep in the world, and the appearance of justice can be spoken of in the world.

The musicians do have the capital to be able to sit upright.

It seems that all the people in the rivers and lakes have decided that the Guanque Villa has won the throne of the Holy Lord as a matter of course.

And Yin Wushuang, the leader of the fourth generation of the Yin family, has been Fudi for decades, and has made a lot of contributions to the world, and the deity has even more leadership skills.

The Holy Master in everyone's mind is naturally Yin Wushuang, but things seem to have changed.

Yin Wushuang himself was not happy to assume the position of Holy Master, he was used to being free and didn't want to be restrained.

So so far, the candidate for the Holy Master has not been decided yet.

Everyone watched the man in white take his seat gracefully, and they all sat back to their original positions.

Qiu Yun looked at the people present and said with a smile: "Everyone, tomorrow is the holy battle. I don't know if the sect masters have come up with nominees? There are also candidates from various sects to participate in the selection."

"Sect Master Qiu, what do you think about this matter?" An old man in black stood up and said.

Qiu Yun glanced at Yin Wushuang calmly, turned back and smiled and said: "I mean, due to the many sects in the world, it is inconvenient for us to evaluate them one by one. We just choose a young man with superb martial arts from each sect to participate in the selection. Reflecting the emergence of a new generation of talents, it can also highlight the teaching ability of the heads of various factions."

"What? Young people? Sect Master Qiu means that our disciples should participate in this year's selection of the Holy Master? Absolutely not! How could the Holy Master be some brat? Young people will definitely lack responsibility. I don't agree, and I do my best to Oppose." The head of the Taihe faction was the first to stand up and object with his old face propped up.

"Yes, the Holy Master should be a person who is responsible and talented, who has learned superior martial arts, and who is courageous and resourceful. Only with such a person to lead us can the world grow stronger!" Taihe headed one Exports, a part of the per capita unite against it.

The rivers and lakes were originally a mass of loose sand. In recent years, there have been more and more Tianlun believers in the Western Regions, threatening the entire martial arts world.

The century-old selection of the Holy Master had to start here, but the threat was always there, and this did not allow them to compromise and accept a strange and inexperienced young man to lead them, a big man who had been around for a long time.

They were naturally dissatisfied.

At this time, a faint laughter came to everyone's ears, but it woke them up like a bell and drum.

Everyone stopped discussing and all turned their attention to the smiling man in the seat above.

"We are all old, and the replacement of the old and the new is the fundamental way that has been passed down since ancient times. If the Holy Master is still selected from us, what's the point? It's not as good as the unique development of each of us now. This requires a young man, New ideas, new theories of things. Instead of our traditional old ideas to determine our way forward. Young people are not rich in experience, but they can be tempered. Freshmen who have been honed for a long time are the root of the creation.” Yin Wushuang smiled. Standing up, the handsome face made all the women in the room stunned for a while, of course, there was only one woman who would not be subjected to such a mental attack.

"But honing takes a lot of time, it's a waste of time." A middle-aged man was thinking about it, and was about to say a few words, but was interrupted by a burst of arrogant laughter.

"Hahaha, then Yunhua sect master thinks, how can we not waste time? Could it be that someone like some of you, who has the peerless martial arts of fighting violence and peace but sits and eats to die, is not wasting time?" A gust of wind It flickered, the curtain fluttered, and it returned to calm.

A beautiful woman in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in the open space in the center of the hall.

Everyone stared at this ignorant woman with their eyes wide open, even blatantly humiliating, they simply didn't take them seriously.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, everyone's eyeballs almost didn't pop out.

"Mo, Miss Mo Er? Why are you here?" The man who was being ridiculed just now screamed, and couldn't believe his eyes.

Didn't the second miss of the Mo family go to Youyun Mountain to clean up? Why did she suddenly appear here?

The woman in Tsing Yi gave him a disdainful look, then snorted and said, "Why can't I appear here?"

"This..." Everyone looked at each other, and finally froze in place helplessly.

Facing the juniors who utter wild words, they should take action to teach them a lesson.

But the one in front of them was someone they couldn't afford to offend no matter what.

Mo Baichuan's status in the arena is obviously far superior to Yin Wushuang's. His shocking swordsmanship is unmatched, and almost no one can resist it.

The world of Jianghu respects martial arts, and many people in Jianghu are afraid of Mo Baichuan's martial arts, and they don't respect Yin Wushuang like they do from the bottom of their hearts.

This second young lady of the Mo family is honored by her father, otherwise some people would definitely not let it go.

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