Even if it is far away, the cheers in that big mansion can faintly reach the end of the long street, ordinary people can't really hear it, but for the Avatar True Monarch, whose cultivation and realm have long been unfathomable, as long as he pays attention to listening, he can naturally know what is happening.

In some dimly lit rooms, Tianlan Zhenjun and Iron Kettle Zhenjun had already sat down, and when there were no outsiders present, the two of them seemed to have become a lot more casual, and they didn't really care whether they were sitting under their buttocks on an ordinary wooden chair, or the throne or lotus platform in those majestic palaces on Tianlong Mountain.

It's just that the room is still quiet, and neither of them speaks, and it is precisely because of this that the cheers sound a little clearer.

After a while, Iron Kettle Zhenjun suddenly broke the silence and said, "Do you think the person you caught will be the Ghost Elder?"

Tianlan Zhenjun thought about it, but shook his head and said, "Probably not." If that guy had been caught so easily, he wouldn't have been able to hide from us for decades in the Immortal City. ”

The iron kettle Zhenjun slowly bowed his head, looking a little in agreement with Tianlan Zhenjun's words, so after a while, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the room.

Neither of the two big men in the room seemed to react to this, and after a while, the footsteps stopped outside the door, and then someone knocked lightly on the hidden door three times.

"Come in. Iron Kettle Zhenjun said.

The wooden door was pushed open with a "squeak", and Song Wenji walked in, she first called "Father-in-law" to the iron kettle Zhenjun, and then turned her head and looked at Tianlan Zhenjun.

Even if he is just sitting, the burly and tall figure of Tianlan Zhenjun is still very amazing, at a glance, it seems to be slightly taller than the petite Song Wenji, and at the same time, this bald Zhenjun is extremely imposing, not angry but mighty, a pair of eyes are as deep as the sea, and it seems to contain wind, rain and thunder, it is really like a god.

I don't know if it was taken by the momentum of the first person in the True Immortal Alliance today, Song Wenji showed a strange look on her face, as if she was afraid and afraid, and as if she admired and admired, maybe it was the common emotion of every ordinary mortal when facing the gods and Buddhas, even if it was a monk who had a path to practice.

She respectfully bowed to Tianlan Zhenjun and said softly, "Disciple Wenji, meet Tianlan Zhenjun." ”

Tianlan Zhenjun's face was flat, and his gaze stayed on this charming woman's body for a moment, then he nodded and said, "Get up." ”

"Yes. Song Wenji stood up, and then silently walked to the side of the iron kettle Zhenjun, standing on the side behind him one step away, and after a while, he couldn't help but quietly raise his eyes and look at the Tianlan Zhenjun not far away.

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When Song Wenji walked in, she was still holding her deceased sister's ashes and spiritual position in her hands, but neither the iron kettle Zhenjun nor the Tianlan Zhenjun cared about it, that is, the iron kettle Zhenjun asked her lightly, and said, "What's going on in the house, can anyone embarrass you?"

Song Wenji said: "A lot of people have died, and they are arresting the demon sect demons." Senior Brother Lu Chen was very good to me, and according to the instructions of Lord Tianlan Zhenjun, he always protected me, and promised me a little invitation, and finally sent me out in person. ”

Iron kettle Zhenjun nodded and glanced at Tianlan Zhenjun, Tianlan Zhenjun smiled and said, "I'm right, that kid is still reliable in doing things." ”

The iron kettle Zhenjun snorted and said, "It's very good." It's just that I thought you would confess to the blood warbler, but I didn't think that I would only find my own apprentice now, is this really planning to cultivate a good heir?"

Song Wenji, who was standing beside the iron kettle Zhenjun, lowered her eyes, but after hearing these words, a light flashed in the depths of her eyes, and she quickly calmed down.

Tianlan Zhenjun said with a smile: "If you don't cultivate him, then why should I accept him as an apprentice?" It's you, old iron kettle, although you have accepted many disciples over the years, I know that you don't seem to be particularly satisfied with them. Now that you're getting old, don't you want to pass on the mantle to this goddaughter next to you?"

Iron Kettle Zhenjun sneered, rolled his eyes and said noncommittally, "As far as you talk a lot, how I decide this matter has nothing to do with you." ”

Tianlan Zhenjun laughed, pointed at Song Wenji in laughter, and said, "Not to mention anything else, this little girl's talent and qualifications are all top-notch, and she looks good." In this way, if your old fellow doesn't have this mind, I will ask you for a kiss and promise her to my disciple Lu Chen as a Taoist companion?"

As soon as these words came out, the room was suddenly quiet, whether it was the iron kettle Zhenjun or Song Wenji, their faces showed a stunned look, the difference was that the iron kettle Zhenjun looked surprised and a little annoyed, while Song Wenji was just the right amount of shyness, in the deepest part of the eyes, a trace of gloom gently swept over.

After a while, the iron kettle Zhenjun snorted, waved his hand and reprimanded: "Don't come to this set, don't think that you have the upper hand today, and you want to come by inch." Let me tell you, Wen Ji is my most distressed good daughter, and I am a priceless treasure, even if you exchange the most precious treasure in the world, I am not willing, let alone return your apprentice as a wife!

Tianlan Zhenjun shook his head and smiled, but he turned to look at Song Wenji and said with a smile: "You old man is stingy, you have a lot of good words, why don't you listen to what the little girl thinks in her heart? What if she likes my apprentice?"

Iron Kettle Zhenjun looked a little annoyed, but he seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and looked at Song Wenji with some suspicion, and said, "Wenji, what do you think in your heart?"

Song Wenji bit her lip lightly, but knelt down on her knees in front of the iron kettle Zhenjun, and then knelt down and said: "Father-in-law, you are as kind to Wen Ji as a mountain, without you, there would be no Wen Ji." Wen Ji has nothing to ask for, she only wants to serve her father-in-law by her father-in-law's side for the rest of her life, be a cow and a horse, and only ask her father-in-law for mercy, and never drive Wen Ji away. Otherwise, I'll be a lonely ghost. ”

In the end, her shoulders shrugged, her body trembled slightly, and she actually cried and trembled, as if she was already sad.

The iron kettle Zhenjun was taken aback, and quickly stood up to help Song Wenji up, and then saw that she was already in tears, crying like pear blossoms with rain. The iron kettle Zhenjun suddenly showed a heartache on his face, and said in a loud voice: "Why is this, why is this! Good daughter, don't cry, for a father, there is no such intention, no such intention!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and glared at Tianlan Zhenjun, and said angrily: "You guy, you are also the position of Zhenjun, how can you say such inconsequential and light words nonsense to scare my good daughter." ”

Tianlan Zhenjun stared at the iron kettle Zhenjun deeply, and saw that he was hurriedly comforting Song Wenji, who was crying, and he was anxious, but where did he still have a bit of the bearing of the god Zhenjun?

Tianlan Zhenjun was amused in his heart, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, but with a smile on his face, he made amends, and then stood up and walked out of the room, leaving only their father-in-law and daughter-in-law alone.

When he stood on the long street, the sky was shining, Tianlan Zhenjun looked at the sky, and then looked at the busy room in the distance and the sound of fierce fighting again, as well as the whispered words of comfort from the room behind him, and a deep smile appeared on his face.

He put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and at that moment he only felt that all living beings in the world were probably just mediocre people.

Between the palms, the clouds and rain are turned, and there are few difficult things in the world.