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It takes time to refine a weapon. There are many participants in this competition, and the review is even more time-consuming. Taoist Qin Fang and other judges have finalized the work of an unknown disciple as the leader of this competition.

In previous years, there were no disciples who were dissatisfied with the appointment of a leader, but it was not like this year that they dared to make trouble on the host site.

When Mo Lingyun and Yun Jing arrived at the scene of the incident, there were already a group of disciples gathered together, those who were watching the theater, those who were trying to fight, and a bunch of people in the center who were arguing.

"How can you, a small disciple of a small family, make such a treasure, you must be cheating!"

"I didn't! That's what I did!" The teenager surrounded by the crowd argued blushingly.

It turned out to be a scene of one person against a group of people.

Yun Jing saw clearly that the leader of the group of people couldn't help but frowned, "Why are people from the Hengshan Sword Sect making trouble here again?"

"Because the one in the middle is surnamed Wen." Someone answered.

Yun Jing choked up, then calmly said: "That's all right."

"Are you okay?" Mo Lingyun was a little confused.

"The Wen family and the Hengshan Sword Sect are feuds. The Wen family won the championship. It's no wonder that the Hengshan Sword Sect doesn't make trouble." Yun Jing explained to him.

"what?"

"This is the pain of losing a daughter and the hatred of losing a teacher." Yun Jing explained again, and continued to watch the play.

That kid from the Wen family obviously couldn't quarrel with the Hengshan Sword Sect group by himself, not to mention that the Wen family had been in decline for a long time, so how could he have the confidence to fight against such a disciple of the sect.

"Is there no one to help him?" Mo Lingyun asked, after all, the Wen family was besieged alone, it's very pitiful.

"What happens in the sect is under the control of the Discipline Hall." Yun Jing waved his hand indifferently, "If you count the time, the people from the Discipline Hall should come."

As soon as Yun Jing finished speaking, a few rays of light fell into the arena, led by Ning Jiuchen, the cold-faced Hades of the Xuantian Sect and the head of the Discipline Hall.

With a sword in his hand, he had a serious expression on his face. He clearly didn't do anything, but he silenced all the disciples present.

May I ask, is there anyone in the Xuantian Sect who is not afraid of this cold-faced Hades, their elder Jiuchen?No!

"Xuantianzong is the place of Qingxiu, not a place where you wait for a small noise. If you want to fight, let me go out of the Xuantianzong Mountain Gate to fight." Ning Jiuchen looked cold and serious, and his voice was extremely cold.

The disciples on the floor closest to him shuddered unanimously. The Master of the Discipline Hall swears at people, and no one dares to say no. We only hope that he will calm down and stop frightening ordinary disciples like them who are watching the theater.

"Who is the first to provoke, stand up." Ning Jiuchen spoke again.

"It's him! He was the one who showed off to us first!" The head of the Hengshan Sword Sect hurriedly pointed to the Wen family.

"Yang Qi?" Ning Jiuchen coldly glanced at the man who spoke.

"Exactly, it's the kid." Yang Qi didn't expect his name to be written down by the elder Yuan Ying, and hurriedly clapped his hands in response.

Under such a tense situation, the man from the Wen family bit his lips to death without saying a word, his eyelids drooped so that it was difficult to see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

Almost all the disciples outside the sect at the scene agreed that Ning Jiuchen would punish this helpless Wen family boy, and Yang Qi, who was called by Ning Jiuchen's name, also raised the corners of his lips triumphantly.

"Uncle Ning won't really want..." Mo Lingyun hesitated to speak.

"Master is not this kind of person." Yun Jing shook his head.

It was a short but extraordinarily long silence. Ning Jiuchen suddenly raised his sword and pointed it at Yang Qi's throat. His tone was a little colder than before: "Do you really think I don't know right from wrong?"

"Uncle Ning?!" Yang Qi's complexion changed, and he thought that this is in someone else's territory, so it's better to bear it for a while, he forced a smile: "Our two factions have always been on good terms, the uncle really wants to do this for this Will a casual person punish us?"

"Friends? Thanks to him being able to say it." Yun Jing turned his head with a face that couldn't bear to look directly.

"You think my Xuantianzong's commandments are just a display? Take me back." Ning Jiuchen didn't bother to talk to him any more, and waved his hand to signal the Discipline Hall disciples to do it, while he left with his sword.

A farce was ended coldly by Ning Jiuchen, and Li Yao didn't see it as a bit of excitement when he came. Fortunately, she caught Mo Lingyun.

"Are you alright?" Mo Lingyun stepped forward, only to see the boy from the Wen family who had lowered his head just now had red eyes.

"I'm fine, thank you brother for your concern." The man wiped away his tears.

"What's your name?"

"Wen Yan."

"Wen Yan?" Mo Lingyun called out, "Why are they bullying you like this? It's too much."

"Hengshan Sword Party, our Wen clan has always bullied us everywhere, and we get used to it after a lot of times." Wen Yan lowered his head and smiled awkwardly.

Mo Lingyun was about to chat with him when someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Mo Lingyun!" Li Yao's face enlarged.

As soon as Mo Lingyun withdrew, Wen Yan said nervously, "I have nothing else to do, so I'll take my leave first."

If he didn't take advantage of the Hengshan Sword Sect's being arrested by the Discipline Hall and leave quickly, he might suffer more crimes when they come out.

Mo Lingyun took a step back vigilantly, "Miss Li?"

"I haven't finished what I told you last time. It's just right now. Are you okay?"

"Have……"

"Muxiu today, it's fine."

Mo Lingyun was very unwilling to be sold by Yunjing with a single sentence, but Li Yao's skills in driving people away, even if he didn't listen, there would be another time, so it's better to settle it this time.

Li Yao said: "Listen to my brother's advice, don't like your master anymore."

"Why do I not like my master?" Mo Lingyun was puzzled.

"Uh, how should I put it, that is, the result is not good for both of you." Li Yao pointed at each other, persuading him tactfully.

"Why is it not good, apprentices like masters, masters like apprentices, isn't it justified?"

"But this violates the precept of being ruthless."

"...Wait, we are pure, master-student relationship." Mo Lingyun choked up, who can tell him why, Li Yao never believed his explanation? !

"Don't lie to yourself, you can't hide the look in your eyes when you love someone." Li Yao spoke affectionately, and it was obvious at first glance, and couldn't help but praise the beauty of sincere love.

Mo Lingyun didn't like her, Mo Lingyun only felt a headache, "Who taught you this?"

"My father."

"..."

Sure enough, she was poisoned too deeply by her parents' perfect love.

"Well, no matter what you say." Mo Lingyun sighed, "Master is the most important person in this world to me, my joy for him is not what you think, I'm sorry, I lied to you before , Miss Li."

"This... I understand." Li Yao was silent for a moment, and when he looked up again, his eyes were full of emotion, and he didn't know what strange things he had imagined.

She said: "You don't have to run away from yourself, brother, and I won't oppose you like the worldly people. Daoist Rong Xie also cares about you, believe in yourself!"

Mo Lingyun choked, he felt that he no longer wanted to explain to someone like Li Yao who likes to make up weird things in his own head, she didn't believe anything she said, so she decided that there was something wrong with you two!

When Mo Lingyun returned to Lingxiao Hall, Jing Rong was approving the documents after the refining competition. He moved a small stool and sat down beside Jing Rong. He waited for Jing Rong to stop writing before asking: "Master , do you know about Taoist Hengshuo?"

"Is that Senior Heng Shuo from the Hengshan Sword Sect?"

"Ok!"

"He is the founder of the Ruthless Sword Art. He lived at the same time as Li Zhifeng's senior. The two are both proud of the Sword Dao. One practiced Ruthless and the other practiced Xiaoyao. It was also he who created the most prosperous era of the Hengshan Sword School." Jing Rong said. Come on.

"Is it so powerful?" Mo Lingyun blinked, "But why do I feel that later generations only know Li Zhifeng, the sword fairy, but not Hengshuo..."

"He broke the precept and fell into the devil." Jing Rong looked at him, "History books will not allow a person who made a mistake to occupy too many chapters, not to mention, Ever since Senior Hengshuo rebelled, the Hengshan Sword Sect has been going Downhill, his teacher will not allow stains to remain in the world's praises."

"What's wrong with him?" Mo Lingyun was puzzled and regretful. Could such a stunning person be erased from existence so easily?

Jing Rong seldom talked so much, now he stopped talking, his eyes were so dark that Mo Lingyun couldn't understand, he said: "Love ring."

*****

In early summer, in the south, the mountains and rain are about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

Dozens of black figures descended from the amenorrhea main road that went to Bian Bian Tian. The ghost masks covering the entire face covered the appearance of this group of people. Only the gorgeous woman in red at the head showed her face. She looked at Bian Bian Tianshan The jade stele at the gate smiled, and said with half resentment: "The lord is so indifferent, the subordinates have arrived at the gate, and no one came to pick them up?"

"Here we come!" The young man in the dark blue dress ran in a hurry, and after a closer look, it was Shu Huayan, and Rong Si was still following behind him.

"Ah, little Yanhua." The woman in red raised her finger and hooked Shuhuayan's chin.

Shu Huayan chuckled: "Sister Sumei."

This is, not afraid of the group of silent ghost-faced men behind Su Mei.

"Where's the mansion?" Su Mo asked again.

"It seems to be in the kitchen." Shu Huayan was not sure.

"You dare to let him cook?!" Su Mo was startled, and asked who in Qianjiu Palace didn't know that their master cooks to death.

"Is it that Rong Si wants to die or I don't want to live anymore?" Shu Huayan choked up, their lord has a magical ability, and they obviously make things according to the exact recipe. , allowing people to pay consultation fees.

It's okay to write about medicinal food and so on, let him cook?It is better to let the victim find a good grave first.

When Su Mo saw Yan Huai, he was in the study room. The lord of their three halls and the number one laborer of Qianjiu Palace was writing a book, holding the pen with his slender and thin fingers, as if he had never let go.

Even when Su Mo came, he didn't raise his eyes.

Su Mei glanced at Yan Huai, and stood there waiting for him to go.

If you say that Yan Huai is their number one hard worker in another day, that's true. There is no maintenance throughout the year, he looks over the account books, he handles the diplomatic relations, and he is still the personnel flow. He has to do everything by himself. He is so busy. If there are no mistakes, Yan Huai is the only one who can do it.

Seeing that Yan Huai's face was calm, but he picked up a pen and scratched on the paper, Su Mo realized that there must be a typo or a wrong word in this document, and Yan Huai could explain the content in detail. Once again, if anyone wants to make a fake under his nose, it is impossible, after all, this person has a cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He had to correct the typo on the document.