The plot of Cultivation of Immortals is unreliable

This decision didn't take too long to decide. In fact, when Zhao Yunkai mentioned that the other elders were dispatched overall, he thought about the dilemma that Wendaozong faced later, and came up with a hasty idea, even how to escape and how to hide his identity. Where to go after that has not been decided yet.

So when Wu Xi asked, Zhu Huan had a little bit of regret, but under Wu Xi's unabashed ridicule, this regret instantly dissipated like a cloud of smoke, let's be hasty, it's just a decision, and he didn't say anything When to go, not all actions have to be done after deliberation.

There are still half a year to start recruiting disciples. Although there are quite a lot of people coming at this time, the important people will only arrive at the last moment. Most of them are elders from other sects who come to watch the ceremony. Today's Zihong Sect is an exception. Those who don't know how to fight are caught off guard.

As for Zhu Yuan, if he joins Wendaozong, he has nothing to say, but if not, then he should help him and drive him to a remote place. If it is not balanced, it cannot be said to be safe, and it may be crushed by forces in the next moment.

Although the other party may not be grateful for this kindness.

The right to decide is not up to him, Zhu Min is very relieved. As for his position as the chief disciple of Jian Tianfeng, the former master has never managed Jianfeng, and Jianfeng's status has not declined. Jianfeng's disciples practice hard day after day. So it is not necessary for him to exist in this position or for him to be in this position.

After he left, the disciples who should be in charge would naturally recruit other disciples to take charge, and everything would return to normal.

After a few days of idle clouds and wild cranes like this, Zhao Yunkai came to the door again and greeted eagerly, "Master is leaving the customs, I want you to see him."

Looking at Zhao Yunkai who left after speaking, he really didn't treat himself as an outsider.

He is also very busy, he can only show a bit of haste in front of acquaintances, no matter how busy he is, he still has to maintain his elegant demeanor to outsiders, and cannot show the slightest bit.

Zhu Huan shook his head, he had to pay if he wanted something in return.

Once a stranger and second acquaintance, Zhu Huan soon arrived at the main hall but was turned away, told that the master was at his residence.

Oh, well, this time it might just be out of customs, so it's not in the main hall.

As the head of a generation of sects, the residence of the head represents the face of the sect to a certain extent, and it is also the place where the head meets guests in private.

Zhu Huan walked on the zigzag floor, the heels and the floor made a "tapping" sound. He really didn't expect such a small and exquisite place in the spacious and majestic sect, with rockery, pavilions and pavilions. The residences are all supported on the water, and occasionally there are flowers, plants and trees surrounded by wooden fences in the middle of the water, and finally they are raised by the mountains, and there are heavy buildings with cloud windows and fog pavilions. This kind of scene can only be found in some exquisite private restaurants. I've seen it before, it's not as exquisite as this place, and what's even more rare is that it doesn't hide its stability because of its sophistication.

Even if you don't know how precious these are, you can tell by looking at the materials that they must be extraordinary.

After going around a few bends, Zhu Huan arrived in front of the attic. From a distance, he didn't notice it, but Zhu Huan found the attic strange when he saw it up close. It seemed...a bit high.

In front of the attic stands a stone tablet with a height of one person, which is different from the color of ordinary stones, it is the color of wood, it is ingenious to stand here.

Zhu Huan entered, and sure enough there was not only one person there, it was a man in a black dress with his hair tied up high, showing a three-point unruly look.

After saluting respectfully, he stood aside and listened to the conversation between the master and the man.

"Who are you going to pass the position on to?" a deep and gorgeous voice.

For a moment, Zhu Huan wanted to touch the raised goosebumps on his arms, and looked up. He was still a monstrous beauty with thin lips, which also symbolized coolness.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the man was holding a purple sand teacup that didn't fit his image, and his fingers were finely frosted on it, as if he had glanced at himself.

Zhu Min hurriedly lowered his head.

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With a bang, the teacup was put heavily on the small table, and the anger contained in it could be heard, "I don't care if you give it to anyone."

Could it be that the headman asked himself to come to watch his angry beard, Zhu Huan was deeply puzzled, and seized the time to think about whether he would have something to do with him, otherwise there would be no need to call him.

"Oh," the low end voice raised high and then gently lowered, "it has nothing to do with me."

Song Yuandan took a sip of tea, and then said without any emotion, "Have you ever had a relationship with him?"

Zhu Huan looked at the hand pointing at him. The skin was delicate, the knuckles were distinct, and the round nails were of the right length. It was a very beautiful hand. Zhu Huan lowered his head, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Unexpectedly, the handsome man suddenly became angry, and turned his hand to point at the master, "Is this how you teach your apprentice?"

For a moment Zhu Huan thought he heard his own voice, but the next moment he figured it out, if he knew, he might not lose his temper with the master, and it was himself who was unlucky.

Losing their temper also proved that the two had known each other before, and were even very familiar with each other. They didn't even feel a little bit moved when they knew the head master was pointed at by a finger.

"It's not your turn to question how I teach my apprentices, at least I have the qualifications."

'bang'

Zhu Huan subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but before he could move, he was driven towards the head by a force. After standing still, he looked at the sawdust that had been divided into mustard powder, and was speechless secretly. There were patterns carved on the small table, The radiance on it flows, and the coating is so yellow that it can be used as a weapon even if it is not a work of art.

After Qing Yuan finished speaking, he subconsciously took precautions. Sure enough, the next moment, Song Yuandan exploded, smashing the small table with his foot, and scattered debris floated up.

Following this force, he led his apprentice back.

"Then you are saying that I don't have the qualifications." Song Yuandan stood up, took out his long sword, and slowly pulled out the scabbard with one hand. The cold killing intent suddenly spread throughout the room, and the landscape screens and curtains a few steps around The curtain broke in an instant.

Zhu Huan began to rejoice that he was standing far away, and took a few steps back when he saw this, but the door was on the other side, otherwise he had to exit the door to be safe.

So this is the power of a high-ranking monk?For a moment, Zhu Huan felt his blood boil, and the speed of the spiritual power in his body accelerated a bit, his mind was full of fighting spirit, wishing to..., wait, rush up?

Zhu Minru was splashed all over his head and face by a pot of cold water in the cold winter of March [-]th. He shivered and shook his head vigorously, throwing this fighting spirit out of his mind. What are he rushing to do at this time?It's courting death!

Qing Yuan paid attention to the disciple's movements, seeing this, he thought that he was hurt by the coercion unintentionally dispersed by the two of them, he didn't care about the ridicule, and drew out his sword, "Why are you crazy, if you want to fight, go out Fight, fight with you."

Zhu Huan felt that the man glanced at him, and the chilling gaze brought by the evil spirit that had not been withdrawn penetrated into the bone marrow, and his spiritual power was almost frozen, which made Zhu Huan immediately overturn the previous conclusion of 'do not know', but how exactly is not up to him As far as I can think of, I have always behaved well and honestly, and I have never done anything serious. Could it be the original owner?

Zhu Huan's face turned pale. The enemy who can fight against the head of the sect is really not of the same class as himself. How much hatred?

The next moment, the man put the sword back unexpectedly, and the evil spirit all over his body was completely subdued, but Zhu Huan didn't feel half happy. The invisible and intangible aura cultivated in the blood sea can shrink freely, presumably there will be many monks who will surely kill.

How did the master know this kind of person?

A slightly hoarse voice recalled, "Are you willing to be the head of the sect?"

Would you like to?Could it be that the head is actually unwilling to be the head?Zhu Min's thoughts were a little off, but the next moment he found out from the corner of his eye that the other two were looking at him,

"Ah? Are you asking me?" Zhu Huan was a little confused, what's going on?

"That's right," the man's voice was bewitching, "If you want it, the position of head is yours."

Zhu Huan looked down at the master, and found that although the master frowned and looked unhappy, he was really asking for his opinion.

"I don't want to." Zhu Ming replied.

Excited?It’s a lie to say that I’m not tempted, let’s not talk about whether this can be taken seriously, but he is crazy to agree in this situation. In Hyundai, he can’t manage the company and he can still find a few senior special assistants. The one who can manage is at most paying wages.Strength can sometimes represent everything here, why would he come here with only the name of the head, and open a feud with Zhao Yun?

Qingyuan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. If he had brought up this matter many years ago when he was most guilty, he would have no complaints, but after so many years, he is no longer the only one who has run such a big sect for so many years. People's hard work, not to mention whether they can suppress many elders, this apprentice's core has been changed, and he dare not let go without understanding the situation.

Song Yuandan was a little surprised when he heard this question, but he was more happy and relieved. They all said that the tiger father had no dogs and sons, and the father and son were alike. Then he laughed hoarsely, "As expected of your father's son, as expected, yes Your father's son."

His chest was trembling with the laughter, Zhu Min was terrified, how could it feel like a neuropathy.

Qing Yuan recalled with a faint voice, "Got it, we've met each other, it's time for you to go."

Song Yuandan stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes, "Are you driving me away?"

"If you don't leave, will you still live here?"

"So what, let me see more of my eldest brother's son."

Qing Yuan strangely didn't say much this time, and said to Zhu Huan, "He and I are your father's sworn brothers. I haven't told you all this time, but I happened to tell you today. This is your third uncle."

"It's called Third Uncle." Song Yuandan smiled and ignored Qingyuan.

Is there an extra third uncle?Are you sworn brothers with the head of the sect?What grievances?

I rub it, do you know each other?Isn't this going to be revealed early?

Zhu Huan smiled wryly in his heart, and obediently called out in a low voice, "Third Uncle."

"Hey." Song Yuandan smiled happily, and took out a storage bag, "My dear nephew, this is a gift from my third uncle." After speaking, he sighed, "I haven't seen you for many years. But okay?"