"Mmmm, this junior must practice hard, and will never fall into the name of my Yelang sect. You just have to watch carefully, my lord envoy." Tang Junhou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"That's right, that's right, Confucianism can be taught!" Seeing that he was so sensible, and that he no longer had the arrogance of Yezong's prodigals, Mo Qingqiu was even more pleased, stroking his long beard and laughing.
"Thank you, Mr. Junshi, for your compliment. Shall we discuss the matter of that house again" Seeing that Mr. Junshi's complexion improved and he was in a good mood, Tang Junhou suddenly changed the subject again, and said with a stern face.
"The house, it's the house again, you're trying to piss me off, don't you!" Mo Qingqiu's smile froze suddenly, the sun was shining before, but the next moment it was cloudy, and the palm that hadn't let go finally slapped down hard.
"Oh help, come here, the envoy is bullying someone, the envoy is beating someone" In the mountains and fields, Tang Junhou's mournful cry sounded like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
Just as Gu Fenghua and the others followed Mo Qingqiu to Chengyun Valley, another group of people were also hesitatingly moving forward on the endless rugged mountain road in the Qingqiu Mountains. These people are exactly the disciples of the Duanyue Sect who were tortured to death by Zhen Fengliu.
At this time, the disciples of Duan Yuezong no longer had the high spirits of the past. Everyone looked tired and embarrassed, and they yawned from time to time as they walked. Surrounded by his disciples, Zuo Hongan was even more unbearable. His complexion was blue, his eyes were sunken, his eye sockets were pitch-black, his bloodshot eyes were so red that they could bleed, and there was a clear blister at the corner of his mouth. Liver-fire rises and floats, and Yin and Yang are not adjusted.
"Lord Sovereign, that old monkey won't catch up again?" A disciple looked around vigilantly from time to time and said uneasily.
"I have set up a security formation along the way. If he comes after us, we will be able to detect him in advance and catch him by surprise." Zuo Hongan said in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with aggrievedness and grief.
The majestic high-rank sect was forced to flee, and everyone would be aggrieved and indignant. But he can't do without leaving. That old monkey was still a lot weaker than him in strength, so he was so noisy and tortured himself to death. Fortunately, he was promoted to a level, and now he has reached the third rank of Emperor Saint.
It doesn't matter if it's just a promotion to the first level. After all, Zuo Hong'an has stagnated at the third rank of Emperor Saint for many years. Sanpin?
But the problem is that the opponent doesn't fight him head-on at all. If he can beat others, he will fight, and if he can't beat others, he will run away. As long as he is negligent, the opponent will attack Duanyue Zongdi as soon as he finds an opportunity, and put a sack on the back of Sap Stabbing is omnipotent, as despicable as it really is, as shameless as it is.
The most shameless thing is that he actually splashed splashed Well, remembering the scene when the garrison was demolished before leaving, Zuo Hongan still feels sick for a while. In the world, there is such a shameless suzerain, there is such a shameless and dirty suzerain, what else can he do except run away?
The more Zuo Dazong thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he wanted to cry without tears.
"Ding" There was a clear and crisp ringing sound from the jade talisman hanging on his waist.
"Here we come." This sound was the warning signal that the security formation had been touched. Zuo Hong'an stopped abruptly, the exhaustion on his face was swept away, revealing a sickly excited look. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com