Tian Yuan

Not long after, Liu Lingran came.

She was wearing a light blue long dress, a jade hairpin tied her waterfall-like long hair tightly, her eyebrows were red and her lips were red, and her face was like a jade plate.

When he came to the main hall, Liu Lingran saluted the elders one by one, then glanced inside the hall, recognized many high-level people in Misty Palace, and finally fixed his eyes on Chen Qingyuan: "Little uncle, why call Lingran? "

"The group of people from Misty Palace came specially to apologize to you face to face."

When Chen Qingyuan said this, he glanced at Changsun Fengye with a lot of meaning.

Without the impetus of Changsun Fengye, Misty Palace would never be like this.

"The matter has already passed, and Misty Palace doesn't have to be like this."

Facing the powerful men, Liu Lingran said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Although Elder Chen stood up for Miss Liu at the beginning, he was wrong in Misty Palace, so he must apologize in person." After speaking, Yi Qianran put down the face of the suzerain, bowed to Liu Lingran, and expressed his apology: "My seat As the master of Misty Palace, I can hardly shirk my responsibility, and please forgive me, Miss Liu."

"This......"

Liu Lingran was a little at a loss, and gave Chen Qingyuan a look for help.

"Girl, if you don't forgive me, it's hard to come to a conclusion."

Chen Qingyuan said.

"Senior's words are serious." Liu Lingran took a deep breath, and said back: "The apology from Misty Palace, this junior accepts it. The misunderstanding is resolved, and there is no old complaint."

"Thank you girl."

Yi Qianran smiled slightly, then turned her head and glanced at Changsun Fengye, as if saying: Brat, as a teacher, give your beloved one enough face!

When he came, Yi Qianran also apologized to his apprentice, saying that he did not take care of his apprentice's feelings.Of course, there are factors of the old Holy Master's severe persecution.

At that time, Yi Qianran complained: "It's rare to hear that the master bowed his head to the apprentice to admit his mistakes, alas!"

The old Holy Master replied: "If you have the ability to inherit the ambition of your ancestors, this old man can also bow to you. The key is, do you have the qualifications?"

Yi Qianran: "..."

You're right, it's okay for me to bow my head and apologize.

Then, there was a picture of Misty Palace executives coming to Qingzong to apologize.

"The elder who hurt Miss Liu that day has already been severely punished. If the girl thinks it is not enough, Misty Palace can hand it over to the girl."

In the face of the interests of the sect, the life and death of an elder is not important at all.Even the master of a sect needs to bow his head.

There is no way, this is Changsun Fengye's request, and it should be fulfilled as much as possible.

It's not that the Misty Palace doesn't protect its own people, but that the elder relied on having a senior elder who was the Supreme Elder. He had never suffered a disadvantage since he was a child, and he was used to being arrogant and making his own decisions.

This time the old Holy Master personally sat in the town, and the Supreme Elder was also slapped, not to mention an inner sect elder.

"The Misty Palace is full of sincerity, there is no need."

Liu Lingran was relieved a long time ago.

"The girl is kind."

Yi Qianran praised.

Liu Lingran bowed to Yi Qianran again, then turned to look at Lin Changsheng: "Sect Master, do you have anything else to tell your disciples?"

"No, you go back first!"

Lin Changsheng gestured.

"Yes."

Liu Lingran didn't like this kind of occasion very much, so she went straight to the door.

Before leaving, Liu Lingran and grandson Fengye looked at each other.She saw Changsun Fengye's clear eyes and long black hair, and knew that he had returned to normal.

Their eyes met and they smiled lightly.

Liu Lingran is not stupid, knowing that Misty Palace's move must be the work of Changsun Fengye, she was very touched.

However, being moved is moved, and no special feelings have been born yet.It may have existed before, but it was ruined by the intervention of Misty Palace.What will happen in the future depends on Changsun Fengye's ability.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually eased, and the two senior officials chatted and complimented each other.

"Qingzong is surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the situation is worrisome."

The old Holy Master mentioned the business.

"Yes." Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Lin Changsheng didn't deny it: "If Misty Palace doesn't want to be involved, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

"This old man is more adventurous, and I would like to help Qingzong."

After the old Holy Master left the customs, it took a few days to figure out the important things in recent years.After thinking for a long time, I have a plan.

Since Changsun Fengye and Chen Qingyuan are close friends, and Chen Qingyuan has unparalleled talent, if he can be protected to grow up, he will be able to form a good relationship with Misty Palace.

This is a big gamble, and it is easy to put yourself in it.However, if the bet wins, the rewards are also very impressive.

"Senior, what do you mean by this sentence?"

Lin Changsheng narrowed his eyes.

"There are many people in Misty Palace, so you can't gamble everything. However, if Qingzong doesn't dislike it, I would like to stay in Qingzong as a guest."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear, the old Holy Master bet his life to seek a little good fortune for Misty Palace.

If the bet wins, everyone is happy.If the bet is lost, the old Holy Master will lose his life at worst, and it will not have much impact on the foundation of Misty Palace.

It can be said that there are not many people as courageous as the old Holy Master.

Looking forward and backward in great pessimism, the chance that his ancestor asked for before his death was wasted.A few years later, the pessimistic high-level officials will definitely regret it, and it will be impossible to break up old grievances and form a good relationship with Qingzong.

"Senior, are you joking?"

Lin Changsheng was not too happy, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"This old man is serious." The old Holy Master said solemnly: "To be honest, Qingzong's situation is indeed very bad. Even with the help of many forces, it is difficult to see hope. However, this old man does not believe in this evil, and is willing to place a bet and spend all his money. Personal strength, so that Qingzong can overcome the crisis and regain prosperity."

"If you lose the bet, you will lose your life."

Lin Changsheng explained the seriousness of the matter.

"It's just a life, it doesn't matter."

The old holy master said something, and then muttered in his heart: "If old man Dugu hadn't been merciful back then, my life would have been gone long ago."

"Senior, if you sincerely become friends with Qingzong, Qingzong will be grateful."

Right now, Qingzong is in great need of an ally like the old Holy Master, and Lin Changsheng expressed his gratitude.

There are ancestors' restrictions in the sect, as well as the eminent monks of Buddhism, so don't worry too much.

In this way, the old Holy Master stayed in Qingzong as a guest, and was entertained by special inner disciples, and the treatment was excellent.

The people in Misty Palace embarked on the way back on the warship.

Changsun Fengye was also on the battleship.

Although he really didn't want to leave, he had an agreement with the old Holy Master and he had to be obedient.

"Son, you are still too weak now. Only when you grow up can you protect the people you care about."

The words of the old Holy Master have been echoing in Changsun Fengye's ears.

The warship went away and disappeared into the sky.

After more than two months, many monks rushed to Qingzong, and the visitors were not kind.

"The time is up, please give a response from Buddhism."

It seems to be aimed at Buddhism, but it is actually aimed at Qingzong.