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After calming down, Sect Master Cheng adjusted his expression outside the cave a little bit, then pinched the Lingjue and rang the sound transmission bell.

Before coming here, he had done a lot of thinking, and thought that although Ji Chuchen's restoration of cultivation was too strange, the father and son also had their own advantages.

That is... Ji Chuchen may not know that his failure to break through the Nascent Soul was due to the handwriting of the Cheng family and his son.

Just a little trial and error.

If this can be confirmed, Sect Master Cheng thought, then he will still be a strict and loving father in the eyes of young people, and he can still gain his trust, and then...

The night wind howls, the clouds are misty, and the middle-aged man standing on the hillside listens to the sound transmission bell fluttering in the wind, with a dim light in his eyes.

The corners of his lips rose slowly, revealing a smile without any dead ends.

The sound transmission bell rang for a long time.

After a long time, the smile on Cheng Zongzhu's lips was a little stiff, and he wondered where Ji Chuchen would go when he just returned to the sect, when a clear voice came from behind him: "Father?"

It is the unique tone of youth.

Hearing this familiar title and feeling the subtle emotions of surprise in it, Sect Master Cheng confirmed most of the guesses in his mind, and his heart was instantly settled.

There was a loving smile on the corner of his lips, but he deliberately suppressed it the moment he turned around, with an awkward expression on his face, and a slightly lower voice: "You boy, it's hard to rest in the middle of the night, why are you running around?"

Cheng Zong has starred in this scene for decades, and his acting skills are particularly superb. Even the ending sound trembles slightly, vividly expressing the image of a father who is very pleased to see his son return but deliberately maintains his majesty.

Ji Chuchen just came back from the kitchen, and he was in a very good mood.

But the moment he saw Sect Master Cheng, his eyes flickered for a moment, and the lids of his eyes drooped slightly, blocking the sudden complicated look in his eyes.

"Just wander around."

Ji Chuchen's voice was very soft, like a cloud: "Father, I was deceived by the villain this time, and I almost couldn't come back."

Ji Chuchen's voice was a little lost, and Cheng Zongzhu also showed a distressed look just right, but he was quickly restrained by him.

The middle-aged monk was silent for a long time, and sighed lowly: "I really think this is not bad, and you will learn a lot of wisdom. I hope that after you encounter this hurdle, you can truly grow into an existence that can protect Yunhaizong from wind and rain."

"I raised you as the suzerain's heir, don't disappoint your father."

Ji Chuchen: "..."

The night is getting darker and the mountain wind is getting cooler.

The whizzing and scraping of the skin like a small knife made people feel chills in their hearts.

Sect Master Cheng didn't think there was any change in Ji Chuchen. He still respected and relied on him very much. Even though the young man's expression was a little too calm at the moment, it was the mind honed after the crisis of life and death.

Then he heard Ji Chuchen say quietly: "Father, just now the elders called me, saying that the sect lost the secret book of spells, what's going on?"

Sect Master Cheng's thoughts turned, and he said casually: "I just learned that this matter is a bit of an oolong."

"Zongzhong did lose a copy of the secret book. I mentioned it in front of the elders' meeting, and it happened to be the time when you disappeared. Maybe someone in the elders' meeting had a misunderstanding, thinking that you stole the secret book and fled... Sigh, everything It’s a misunderstanding, I’ve explained the situation to the elders, don’t take it to heart.”

The understatement of the words immediately cast aside all the responsibilities, and Ji Chuchen cooperated with a look of sudden realization on his face, but he just wanted to sneer in his heart.

He really respected the man in front of him.

It has been like this since childhood.

All along, he thought that Sect Master Cheng was his biological father, but this father had some preference for his younger brother, but that was nothing, as an elder brother, he should have protected his younger brother, and he should have done better in all aspects good.

Now it seems... like a joke.

Thinking that he had solved the misunderstanding with Ji Chuchen, Cheng Zongzhu gave a few random instructions, including an excuse to Cheng Huan-it was nothing more than "Cheng Huan, this child, is I admire you so much, I am a little impulsive in doing things", "As an elder brother, you want to let these younger brothers" and so on.

Ji Chuchen listened quietly and nodded repeatedly.

Seeing that he was obedient as always, Sect Master Cheng was finally completely relieved, took a breath quietly, and said casually: "By the way, give me a few drops of your blood essence, and I will see how you are recovering for my father."

——This is the real purpose of his late-night visit.

……

There is a special ceremony at the Yunhai Sect's meeting.

This is easy to understand. The elders of this sect value the true dragon power of the "sect master's lineage" so much, so they naturally want to make some ritual things and show them off regularly.

To some extent, it is also an excellent opportunity to enhance the cohesion of the sect.

It is very simple to operate. It is nothing more than a person who has the power of the blood of the real dragon pouring his own spiritual power into a special array, and then a blessed land and cave that has been passed down for a long time will be activated, and the dragon hovering above the entire Yunhai Mountain , the golden light was shining everywhere, and the golden rain poured down from the sky.

Every drop of raindrops condenses spiritual power. For the disciples of Yunhai Sect, this is not only the most glorious day for Yunhai Sect, but also a day when they can bathe in the spiritual rain, absorb spiritual power, and quickly improve.

It is the carnival of the entire Yunhai Sect.

Because only people with the blood of the real dragon can activate this formation, Ji Chuchen has always been in charge of this ceremony at the sect meeting. I think that this matter should be done by the young suzerain.

Coincidentally, this also covered up the fact that the Cheng family father and son did not have the blood of the real dragon.

Cheng Zongzhu's little calculation was very loud: the young suzerain was in charge before, so this time it should also be the young suzerain.

So after plotting against Ji Chuchen, he quietly gave his son a hand.After more than half a year passed, Cheng Huan's blood was further integrated, and he just took advantage of the opportunity of the sect to let him show his blood ability in front of a group of elders with real power.

Therefore, with the help of this highly ceremonial ceremony, Cheng Huan was completely seated as the young suzerain.

So after another ten or eight years, their father and son will work together to nibble away the powerful elders one by one, won't Yun Haizong let them have the final say in the future?

But Sect Master Cheng never expected that just as his meticulous plan was implemented to a critical part, his ineffective son would destroy all his meridians.According to the doctor's instructions, Cheng Huan must rest in the next month, and it is best not to activate the exercises, let alone use the red pill to stimulate the blood of the real dragon.

Moreover, Ji Chuchen survived, regained his cultivation, and returned to the sect at this juncture?

Sect Master Cheng knew too well how outstanding the talent of the young man in front of him was. He was so outstanding that he couldn't bear it at all, so he could only destroy him with ruthless hands.

Now that Ji Chuchen has just returned, he has used the power of competition to gather majesty again in the sect. If he just pushes the boat along the way and continues to let Ji Chuchen participate in this year's ceremony, then what is Cheng Huan, the nominal "young suzerain"?

Joke?

Cheng Zongzhu thought about it, and decided to take a slanted sword.

Defrauded Ji Chuchen of a little blood, and refined a special magic weapon, allowing Cheng Huan to stimulate the power of blood at the sect meeting.

His excuses are also irresistible. As a father, isn't it reasonable to care about his son's physical condition?

Sect Master Cheng's eyes flickered, and he looked fixedly at Ji Chuchen.

——If young people really trust themselves, what is a little fingertip blood?

In other words, if Ji Chuchen refuses to agree, it means that he has doubts about himself after all. In this way, Sect Master Cheng knows that he should act more cautiously in the future.

In the cold wind, a dark cloud drifted past, briefly covering the bright moonlight.

Ji Chuchen and Cheng Zongzhu were shrouded in shadow, but with Cheng Zongzhu's eyesight, what is a little darkness?

He watched without blinking, and saw the young man in white dazed for a moment, with a look of distress and helplessness on his face, his thin lips slightly pursed: "But, father..."

Sect Master Cheng's eyes were slightly cold: "Why, you don't want to?"

"It's not."

Ji Chuchen shook his head, and said very "frankly": "Actually, I can recover my cultivation now because of a special exercise I got by chance, called "The Scripture of Tibetan Blood". Transformed into spiritual power, but because of this, you can't vent your blood, otherwise this power will be wiped out..."

He spoke clearly, with a sincere tone and a magnanimous expression that even Sect Master Cheng was taken aback.

What about this skill?

Sect Master Cheng hurriedly asked where this exercise came from. Ji Chuchen shook his head for a long time with a troubled expression, and then reluctantly revealed under the questioning of Sect Master Cheng: "Actually, this exercise...is from Bai Xiuyue..."

Master Cheng understood in seconds.

The young man who cultivated evilly in ancient times, and he cultivated the skills related to blood and energy, so it seems to make sense.

He looked at Ji Chuchen carefully, his sharp and dark eyes swept over the young man's slightly disturbed face, his tightly pursed lips, his calm eyes showing a hint of anxiety, his slightly frowned eyebrows...very good, nothing flaw.

Just like a son who did not hesitate to practice sorcery in order to restore his cultivation, when he faced his father.

Sect Master Cheng felt relieved now.

He didn't ask for blood from Ji Chuchen anymore, because a better way suddenly appeared in his mind, he could beat this person into the ground in public, and he would never stand up again.

After instructing Ji Chuchen not to disclose this matter, Sect Master Cheng talked about something casually, and then left home contentedly.

Although he didn't get the blood essence, he found out what Ji Chuchen was thinking—this kid still trusts his "father" unswervingly at this moment, otherwise, how could he have given away such an important secret as the flaw in his own kung fu? Tell me?

This wave, blood earned!

But he didn't know that the moment his figure disappeared at the end of the road, the smile on Ji Chuchen's face disappeared in an instant.

The young man stood quietly in the wind, his white clothes were blown backwards, after a long time he pursed his lips lightly and let out a mocking smile.

"The Tibetan Blood Scripture?"

He said to himself: "You are gullible."