"The long night is drinking alone, Sect Master Su is really elegant, hehe...... "A short man with an obscene appearance, but also an "acquaintance".

"Zhuang Ting!" Su Shangjun said coldly: "I didn't expect you to be alive, and you still have the courage to come to my Qinglian Sect to spread wild, just so that the new accounts and the old accounts will be settled together!"

Su Shangjun suddenly frowned and said, "No, soul corpse! You actually became a soul corpse! Did it by Chu Meifeng again?"

"Mr. Chu has the grace of reinvention for his subordinates, Sect Master Su, I am thinking about you all the time!" Zhuang Ting smiled cruelly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this person!"

"Do you think your current strength of the soul corpse can hurt me?" Su Shangjun's heart moved, but he found that his spiritual power was not under his control, as if he had lost contact.

Zhuang Ting proudly took out the yellow porcelain bottle in his right hand, and said with a wicked smile: "This medicine is really good, as long as you smell a small sip, you will be numb with spiritual power, and you will be at the mercy of others." ”

Su Shangjun's eyes shot out of horror and anger, but he was helpless, not only his whole body had spiritual power, but gradually even his body became stiff, and he could only watch Zhuang Ting approach step by step.

Zhuang Ting stretched out his hand and gently brushed Su Shangjun's chin, and said with a smile, "Tsk, is this still the arrogant sect master?" But thank you Sect Master Su first, when I have absorbed this excellent meat tripod of yours and regained some strength, I will go to Jiang Changan to catch up with the old days!"

The hand slowly descended, crossed his neck, and struck at the towering chest, Su Shangjun closed his eyes in despair, and the tears of humiliation finally twisted through the strong psychological defense line and collapsed like a.

"How do you want to reminisce about the past?" a cold voice sounded from behind Zhuang Ting.

Su Shangjun opened his eyes suddenly, the figure in the blurred eyes became clearer and clearer, still wearing the white robe, the water in her eyes was even more uncontrollable, in front of him, she showed the most vulnerable and true side, in front of the person she trusted the most.

Zhuang Ting was suddenly frightened, and the hand that stopped at his neck was about to be withdrawn, when a little golden light flashed quickly, and his two fingers fell to the ground together-

During the day, Liu Xiong was burned by the purple fire, and the pain of life was worse than death was deeply in his mind, Zhuang Ting did not hesitate, it was too late to pain, and his left hand was a knife, and he directly cut off his right hand, which was missing two fingers, from the wrist!

"Ahh

Zhuang Ting trembled and covered his wound, and the blood couldn't stop spurting out of it.

Pain and fear occupied his heart at this moment, and Jiang Chang'an's mysterious purple fire caused a huge psychological shadow on him, for fear of getting a little touched.

But at this time, he realized that Jiang Changan's knife just now was just an ordinary knife, there was no purple fire, and everything seemed to be playing with him as a monkey.

But all this panic and hatred did not make Zhuang Ting lose his mind and his breath was disordered, but he was extremely calm, pretending to be respectful: "Jiang Gongzi, is there any misunderstanding between us?"

"No mistake, it's you who hit you!"

Zhuang Ting's face was bloodless with this sentence, and he turned around and flew out of the attic, his front foot had just stepped out, and a golden light penetrated through his eyebrows, and his body and soul were destroyed!

The body bent back at a strange angle, and fell to the ground with a soft collapse.

This time, I can't even do it.

Taiyi Divine Emperor Zhong folded back and forth, and once again submerged into Jiang Chang'an's eyebrows, everything was a blink of an eye.

"You ......" Su Shangjun looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and he couldn't believe that he had really come back until Zhuang Ting's corpse lay on the ground.

"Don't talk yet. Jiang Changan pointed at Su Shangjun's eyebrows and divided a spiritual power to dissolve the toxins in her body, although the toxins dissipated, the expression on her face was still weak, but there was no major problem, she only needed to warm and reconcile to recover.

Su Shangjun stared at him intently, staring directly into his eyes, and remembered the day he left Qinglian Peak, in the blink of an eye, two years had passed.

After thinking about it, Su Shangjun said softly: "You have listened to it in the conference hall, the Qinglian Sect is now working hard to recover, and I believe that there will be new blood soon." ”

After the great tribulation, everyone in the Blue Lotus Sect began to be busy cleaning up the mess, and was planning to recruit new disciples for the post, and they needed to recover quickly.

Jiang Changan nodded and said, "How many people are leaving this time?"

Su Shangjun hesitated: "According to disciple statistics, there are more than 500 people leaving the four academies......

Jiang Changan turned to stare into her eyes, "I want to know the real number of people......

Her expression relaxed, and she smiled bitterly: "I still can't hide it from you, this time there are more than 800 people left, and Mr. has more than 10 people......"

This incident can be said to be a fatal blow to the Qinglian Sect, and its severity is no less than the internal strife in the sect more than twenty years ago.

The difference is that one is an internal trouble, and the other is an external trouble.

"This is the result of too fast development, abandoning the gradual and single-minded pursuit of success, but it is most likely to cause a situation of lack of success, Chu Meifeng, or the Nine Emperor Xia Ji also saw this, and took the opportunity to send troops, and all of them were worried about external troubles for a while, and a big man couldn't stand it, let alone a woman. ”

"I just want to...... Take advantage of your reputation to ......" Su Shangjun lowered his head and said for the first time, like a disciple facing a reprimand from Mr.

"I understand, but have you thought about it, what are these people coming here for, maybe some people are famous, and finally they are really willing to get started, but there are always many people who have the intention of joining in the fun, to put it bluntly, it is a group of rabble. In case, I mean in case these people instigate other people with various temptations, and encourage some disciples who were originally old men in the sect to defect and fight against their own people, it is not only the loss of the past few months, but even the connections accumulated over the years have been lost, and at that time, even if I protect this Qinglian Sect, it will be a great loss of vitality, and it is even impossible to destroy the sect!"

Su Shangjun was shocked and couldn't help but feel afraid, but after all, these decisions were too many things on her own body, tears fell from her head down, and her shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Just after the heavy rain, the cool breeze was still a little cold in late winter, Jiang Changan took off his white robe and gently draped it on her shoulders, just like when he was in Jiazi City.

In fact, with Su Shangjun's personality and independence, she would not show such an embarrassing scene at all, but with Jiang Changan here, her heart that has been wandering seems to have found a warm dock, like having an object to confide in, and the bitter sweetness of these years has turned into tears in an instant.

"Okay, stop crying. Jiang Changan helped her gently tie the rope button in front of her collar, "You have done well enough, in fact, it is not a bad thing to go through this thing, if real gold can withstand the fire." ”

Although many people have left after this incident, there are still many more people left in the Qinglian Sect now than when Liu Xiong was there, and it can be determined that they are all people who can advance and retreat together through thick and thin, and this is the process of building the foundation.

"Chang'an ......"

"Huh?" Jiang Changan was slightly stunned, this was the first time he had heard Su Shangjun call him that.

Su Shangjun lowered his eyebrows, a little embarrassed: "It's cold, you ...... Can you send me back?"

Jiang Changan looked at her in surprise and chuckled, "Okay." ”

Su Shangjun's residence is located in the middle of Qinglian Peak, which is located two or three miles next to Fenglai Tower, which is completely different from Fenglai Tower, but it is no different from the dormitory of ordinary disciples, but the ornaments look slightly elegant and elegant.

Pushing the door into the room, a fresh orchid fragrance rushed in, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, teasing every drop of blood on Jiang Changan's body along the pores.

This bedroom is not large, it is medium-sized, and the layout also continues the style of the building, which is heavy on charm and light on shape.

What is more striking is that there is a poem hanging on the wall facing the bed, without a signature or seal, the first two sentences are conservative in a formal orientation, and the half sentence is full of arrogance. It is the "cursive rhaps" that Jiang Changan and Song Daoling once wrote!

Su Shangjun was immersed in the timidity of bringing a man into the bedroom for the first time, when he saw Jiang Changan looking at the calligraphy on the wall with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That...... I left it for the sake of my grandfather's two poems, don't think about it......" she quickly defended. Perhaps it is the dignified and elegant appearance and posture of everyone's ladies on weekdays that leaves a stereotypical impression, and the sudden embarrassment of the face is cute.