As the saying goes: people are afraid of sadness, and trees are afraid of peeling. What's more, these cultivators who have always valued their reputation more than their lives?

Before the establishment of Tianmen, for thousands of years, people in the rivers and lakes would often fight to the death because of a disagreement or a second look, and even evolved from personal grievances to sectarian wars.

Face, in the eyes of the charlatans, is the most important thing.

But what Han Feng said at this time was quite self-inflicted, and the most mixed with it was disheartened self-deprecation.

"Is my Han Feng so unbearable? Do you still need your ancestral legacy? ”

No one can imagine what the Heavenly Gate will look like if it loses its master. No one dares to imagine where the cultivators who have no hope of ascension will end up in the end!

The master of the gate is benevolent and generous, and even if he abandons this heavenly gate, he believes that he can still live well—or even better.

But what about Heavengate? What about the thousands of cultivators in Huaxia?

How long can you persist without a goal?

The most important thing is that Han Feng, the owner of the door, has always treated each other with sincerity, fellowship with heart, protection with love, and convincing people with virtue, not only the grace of the teacher's preaching, but also the cordiality of his family! Now that his heart has been hurt by everyone's unreasonable speculation, how can Tianmen be insincere and fearful, and regret it?

Everyone knelt down again, pleading gloomily, but Han Feng was only a little silent, so he lightly sprinkled his spiritual power, helped up these thousands of disciples, and sighed to the sky:

"Heaven is unkind, and wants to use all things as dogs. My generation should rise up to fight, how can we care about the small profits in front of us? ”

After that, he bowed his head slightly, looked down at these thousands of disciples, and looked at them for a long time before he smiled:

"The reason why I ordered my disciples to disrupt the sect's arrangement and rest is just because I want the disciples of each sect to know more about each other when the altar opens tomorrow. Whether it is personality, temper or **, they are all in the list of communication. From then on, in my Heavenly Gate, each sect can learn more cultivation methods, and it can also correct the shortcomings of its own sect. It's a good thing to have both worlds, so what do you have to worry about? ”

"If you really want to cherish your broom and don't want to share the secret skills of your sect with the rest of the sect, then it is also your freedom. Han Feng hereby guarantees with his personality that there will be no difficulties! ”

After that, Han Feng leaned forward slightly, and asked with a faint smile:

This is the interpretation of the Lord of this door...... Are you still satisfied? ”

When the various factions in the sect heard Han Feng's eloquent words, they were already more and more ashamed in their hearts, and they hated themselves for vainly guessing the righteousness of the master of the sect with the heart of a villain. At this time, listening to Han Feng's seemingly smiling question, he couldn't help but be shocked, cold sweat flowed for a long time, and he immediately kowtowed:

"If a subordinate offends the master, he deserves death! But with the master of the door, we will never complain! ”

What are you kidding, if even the master of the sect who has the grace of recreation for the disciples of Heaven still needs to explain to his subordinates before deciding the matter, and he also needs to be satisfied with his subordinates before making a decision...... It's still a mess!

At that time, the door master is not like the door master, and the subordinates are not like the subordinates, and there is chaos, how can they resist the catastrophe? If that's the case, Lao Tzu might as well go home and hug his mother-in-law and concentrate on having children!

Han Feng thought coldly, the smile on his face was still the same, but it was extremely empty.

The crowd in the audience did not get the consent of the door owner, where did they dare to raise their heads? I can only kneel there, silently hoping that the door master can make a big ** amount, and the rain will pass as soon as the sky is clear and everyone will be spared - since then, I dare not have the slightest suspicion of the door master!

Although Han Feng had already probed everyone's thoughts, he was still satisfied with any expression, and he didn't let everyone get up, and he was determined to leave a profound lesson to this person in Tianmen who didn't know what to do!

All of a sudden, the Spirit Mountain, which had just regained its festive atmosphere, fell into a deathly silence again.

Although Liu Yun and the old man stayed out of the matter, it was precisely because Han Feng was dealing with business in the door that they couldn't intervene. Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more solemn, the original intention of the wedding banquet was gradually lost, and the two brides began to quit.

In terms of public affairs, the wife of the door owner enjoys the honor of being on a par with the door owner, but she does not hold a real position, which can be regarded as a symbolic status similar to that of a guest secretary or an advisor; When it comes to selfishness, not to mention, between husband and wife, everything is possible.

At this time, the atmosphere is close to stalemate, no matter how the disciples repent and pray in their hearts, the master of the Han Gate just does not open his mouth, and it is very likely that the warning will be carried out to the end! But--"Today is the wedding period of my husband and wife, the guests of the big feast, how can we be disturbed by this small thing? ”

Tang Yue'er groaned slightly, and immediately stepped out, tactfully persuading:

"Even if there is anything, it is also a business in the gate of heaven, why not leave it for tomorrow?"

The voice was crisp and the tone was flat, but it was like lightning in the sky, piercing the dark black fog on the top of this spiritual mountain, and also making the disciples in the audience who were silent see a glimmer of light to solve the dilemma.

Sister Yue'er's timing is well grasped, and the role-playing is quite in place - in fact, on and off the stage at this time, only the two masters and wives can break this ice with their identities.

It's just that when Sister Yue'er was persuading, the slight smile in the corner of her eyes still made the crazy brother extremely unhappy.

Now that you can see your husband's thoughts, you should cooperate with the performance. What are you laughing at? Could it be that I, Han Feng, am so unbearable, once I accidentally wear a gang, where will I put the face of the master of this family? It seems that we have to deepen the actor quality of this Tang family beauty......

While they were thinking wildly, the disciples ushered in the second light of dawn - to be precise, it should be the rolling spring thunder that sounded in winter!

"What's going on?! Yes?! Do you want to get married?! ”

Mrs. Zhao made a hot appearance, and naturally she was stunned.

"You have a bad problem in the Heavenly Gate, go to the Heavenly Gate to solve it yourself! Today is the day when I invite everyone to drink wine, whoever dares to make trouble will not give me Zhao Feifei face! In public and private, Sister Yue'er and I are the biggest ones today! ”

Zhao Feifei rushed out, his willow eyebrows were upside down, and he shouted angrily:

"Don't hurry up yet, sit all of them on the banquet for me!"

Seeing that Han Feng was still the same as the sea was rotten and never spoke, and the crowd in the audience only shook slightly, but no one got up, Director Zhao was suddenly furious! Raise your head and shout:

"Xiaojin, come down to my mother!"

With this wild scream, a huge golden figure came in an instant, with angry eyes, teeth and claws, and a glittering gaze in the field:

"What does Feifei's mother command?"

Zhao Feifei pointed at Han Feng, then pointed to the audience, and gritted his teeth and gave an ultimatum:

"Son, you have taken a good look at your mother! Ten seconds later, these people still haven't gotten up, and even your dad is tearing me to shreds! ”

"The old lady can't do it!"

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