Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

At this time, the place where fluctuations came from the formation of the Li Mountain Sect.

A group of disciples from the Lishan Sect excitedly came to watch the Taoist couple in the legend of the suzerain. The crowd was like the crowd scrambling for the first place when the river flows into the ocean.

Many of them don't even know what happened, but people have a nature, and under the influence of herd mentality, they naturally join the big team.

Shui Miao, who was chatting with Zhiyu, was dumbfounded when she saw this scene.

A sword fairy flying with a sword, an elder riding a spirit beast, and a group of menacing disciples.

Is this really treating me as an incoming enemy?

Shui Yanmiao couldn't help but swallowed in fear, and looked at Zhiyu aside with dull eyes.

No matter how good I am, I can't beat so many, right?
"What are you going to do?"

Zhiyu comforted Shui Miaomiao with his eyes, then frowned, exuding a domineering aura all over his body, and questioned loudly.

"Uncle Zhiyu?"

"Senior sister, why are you here?"

"Yes, yes, where did the suzerain go?"

Listening to the words of a disciple's conversation, Shui Miao felt confused in her mind.

It turns out that Zhiyu's seniority is so high in the Lishan Sect?She saw that some old people who looked like they were over half a decade old also called Senior Sister, which was enough to show that Zhiyu's status was extremely high.

Zongmen and academies are obviously different.

The academy is a place where the best comes first. As long as your knowledge is rich enough, even a beggar can be called a teacher.

The Zongmen is more like a huge family, here it pays more attention to seniority, using the relationship between inheritance to arm the Zongmen indestructible.

"Noisy!"

Zhiyu snorted softly, and the scene of the ordinary secular market, which was originally chaotic, suddenly became quiet like a classroom, as if an extremely strict teacher was teaching.

"You." Zhiyu casually pointed to a disciple who was a little closer to him, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The disciple exchanged his lips, and said carefully, "The sect has been violated. As a sect disciple, I should protect the sect."

"well said!"

"That's right!"

"This is what my Li Shanzong disciple should look like!"

The disciples echoed one after another, as if this person spoke out what was in my heart.

"Ok?"

Zhiyu was puzzled: "Does the guardian sect not hold weapons?"

"Eh..." The disciple was choked for a moment, wanted to raise his head but was afraid of being punished by his uncle, so he confessed: "We heard about the sect...actually, we wanted to see the sect master's Taoist companion..."

"Where is there any Taoist companion?"

Zhiyu sighed, "It's so noisy, what a shame, go back quickly."

"Understood, uncle."

"Okay, sister."

Just like when they came, when the people from the Lishan sect left, they were bustling like a torrent.

Looking at the people leaving, Shui Miao couldn't help feeling envious.

The casualness of Li Shanzong disciples seems to be more adapted to the way of heaven, which can be called real practice.

Think about the rest of your homework...

Hey, don't mention it.

Shui Miao sighed, reached out and patted her head.

"Is their practice so casual?"

Zhiyu hesitated for a moment, "Actually, it's not always like this, it's just that this time it just happened to catch up."

"Catch up?"

"Every year, the Lishan Sect's Zongmen Grand Competition will be the busiest time, and only at this time will there be a glimmer of life."

Shui Miao nodded thoughtfully.

Suddenly thought of something, "Could they have misunderstood something?"

"Probably not."

Zhiyu's eyes flickered, "Disciples of the Lishan Sect are always tight-lipped, and they generally don't secretly speculate about things they don't know."

"That's good."

Only then did Shui Miao feel relieved.

……

In the main hall of Lishan Sect.

The pale pink phantom swayed slightly, as if it was about to break under the pressure.

"Decided?"

Diabolo asked.

"We didn't choose it for him, he chose it himself."

Tu Shanqing said.

"Ok."

Diabolo turned his head to look out the window and sighed silently.

The phantom swayed slightly, and with a snap, it completely dissipated in the hall.

The side room was empty, only the Sect Master Li Shan who was sitting alone in front of the window and the boy who had passed out on the bed were left.

Suddenly, there was a breeze outside the window.

The bells jingle, like a beautiful piece of music.

"Ugh."

A sigh echoed for a long time in the empty room.

Diabolo, the suzerain of the Lishan Sect, came to the bed, looked at the young man lying on it, and wondered what he was thinking with slightly frowning eyebrows.

"Son, is this your life?"

Diabolo stretched out his hand, trying to help Wei Zi'an calm his frown.

Tread-tap-

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the hall.

Diabolo naturally withdrew his outstretched hand, with a calm expression on his face, and walked lightly into the hall with lotus steps.

A beautiful figure just appeared in the center of the hall.

"Elder Gongsun?"

"metropolitan?"

The two looked at each other, and each saw the other's expression from the bright eyes.

"looking for me?"

With a smile on his face, Diabolo took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the main seat in the middle of the hall.

"Can't I come to see you if it's okay?"

Gongsun Ning smiled lightly, making tea naturally.

Under the urging of spiritual energy, the teapot soon began to shake slightly, curling hot air wafted out, and the fragrance of tea permeated the entire hall.

"Thank you."

Diabolo smiled and raised his hand, motioning for Gongsun Ning to pour the tea himself.

"You're welcome."

Gongsun Ning waved her hands, and the teacups in front of the two were instantly filled with fragrant tea.

"Elder Gongsun is usually very busy, why do you have the time to come and sit with me?"

"No matter how busy you are, you have to care about the future of the sect." Gongsun Ning said with a smile: "I heard from the disciples of the sect that there was a mysterious person who was shouting outside the sect's formation today, and claimed to be the Taoist companion of the sect master. ?”

When Diabolo heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he secretly said who is spreading rumors here!

But on the surface, he still pretended to be calm and calm, "Elder Gongsun is old, and he believes everything he hears?"

"you!"

Gongsun Ning slapped the table with one palm.

"Hurry up."

Diabolo covered his mouth and chuckled, "It seems that Elder Gongsun still needs to sharpen his mind."

"is it?"

Gong Gongsun Ning's face turned cold, and he snorted softly, "Diabolo, don't let me catch Little Tail, otherwise..."

"Bold!"

Diabolo slammed on the table, "Are you the suzerain or am I the suzerain?"

"Yeah."

Gongsun Ning laughed loudly, "You've given me a bad face."

"Who told you to spread rumors first."

Diabolo's expression also eased, and he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Where is this?"

At this moment, a confused voice came from the inner hall, instantly making the whole atmosphere interesting.