"Si Yun, when will you wrap my house with stones..."

As soon as the teleportation talisman was activated, Zhang Yun's figure appeared in the translucent light curtain that appeared in mid-air, and his voice stopped abruptly after seeing the situation on Si Yun's side:

"Huh? You are..."

After a moment, he came back to his senses from his sluggishness, his face instantly turned red, and his body unconsciously leaned forward, as if to penetrate the light curtain, and roared in a posture that was even more angry than just now:

"You're still in the mood to eat hot pot? At this time, I haven't sent all the stones back to my Arnold, and you are still eating hot pot! ”

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But didn't he hear that now because of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Luoshui has fallen into dire straits? Shouldn't they be nervous and worried?

Why are you still in the mood to eat hot pot?

…

Since the communication device was connected, Si Yun has been robbed, and now he sees Zhang Yun panting heavily, as if he was so angry that he couldn't speak, and then he said slowly:

"I said Zhang Fengdao..."

"Lao Tzu's name is Zhang Yun! Zhang Yun Zhang Yun Zhang Yun! ”

Hearing Si Yun call his wrong name again, Zhang Yun exploded again.

Ever since I met this stinky fox. She hadn't called his name right once!

Uncles and aunts can't bear it!

"It's all the same, it's all the same!"

Si Yun waved his hand indifferently, without even changing his movements and lines, and then looked at Zhang Yun in the light curtain:

"I don't think you care that much about Arnold and the stones. It's been so long, and I didn't even come to pick them up. ”

She wanted Ye Long, who was at the peak of Yuanying, to come to Luoshui to be a thug, and her plan was also ruined.

Zhang Yun's angry expression froze, but tears had already flowed in his heart.

Is he willing? He worries about those three little bastards all the time, but...

His uncle doesn't cooperate!

"Zhang Feng Daoyou, I think your thinking is very incorrect." Si Yun grimaced, as if she was not the culprit who took away the three little buns, but was really worried about the three of them:

"It's been almost half a month since they came to me, and you have been ignoring them, if the other disciples of the Pure Heart Sect knew that their sect was so indifferent, wouldn't they be cold?"

"They won't." Zhang Yun said with a stiff face.

During this time, because there was no naughty mischief of these three little bastards all day long, and there was no Ye Long's habit of pulling hatred and death, their Qingxin Sect had a rare peaceful time, and it was too late for them to be happy, how could they be chilled...

Si Yun: "... Well, when is Ye Long coming over to pick up the three of them? ”

Si Yun was too lazy to go around in circles with Zhang Yun.

"Uncle Shi is in retreat." Zhang Yundao: "There is no intention to go out of the customs for the time being. ”

"Is that so..."Si Yun touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Ye Long's old fox must have known that she had such an obvious intention to pull the Qingxin Sect into the chariot, so she simply didn't show up when the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and Luo Shui were directly involved, and remained neutral like Chixiaomen and Xia Tong, sitting on the wall and watching.

But since the Qingxin Sect has so much to do with Luo Shui, and Ye Long even has an old relationship with Si Li, how could she let go of this obvious combat power?

After thinking for a moment, Si Yun got up and walked out of the light curtain, and when he reappeared a few minutes later, he was followed by a handsome middle-aged man.

Mingjue's face has an unfathomable smile, his handsome face seems to be exuding a glimmer, even if there is an extra layer of fine lines at the corners of his eyes, it does not detract from his charm at all, but makes him like an old wine, the deeper he tastes, the more mellow and fragrant!

"Who is this?"

Zhang Yun twisted his body a little uneasily, even if it was through the high-level communication charm, but looking at Ming Jue's deep eyes with a smile, he still felt a nervousness that could not be concealed.

"It should be your uncle's uncle." Si Yun thought for a moment and said.

Well, Ye Long and Zhang Xiaobai are commensurate with their peers, called Uncle Mingdu...

No problem!

"Could it be that this is the senior of my Pure Heart Sect?" Zhang Yun was moved.

"I'm not from your sect, but more than five thousand years ago, I met the one hundred and sixty-seventh generation head of your Pure Heart Sect." Mingjue said with a smile, with a bit of reminiscence in his eyes:

"At that time, he was still a child with the elders..."

As I said before, although Ming Jue Cultivation is still only a Yuan Infant, his seniority can even be regarded as the highest one in the Taixu Sect.

His era was even extremely close to Ai Ning's era, so it was not surprising to see the head of the Pure Heart Sect thousands of years ago.

But his demeanor frightened Zhang Yun, and the eyes that looked at Ming Jue even brought out a little panic.

If what this middle-aged man said is true, then where is his uncle, he is simply a living ancestor!

"I'll go and invite Uncle Ye Long!"

Zhang Yun, who was so frightened that all three souls and seven spirits were in danger, turned around with the messenger and trotted up with the messenger after speaking...

****

Ten minutes later, Si Yun put the communication charm that had already appeared a crack into the dimensional space, recalling Ye Long's submissive nod in front of Ming Jue, and his little face instantly became radiant.

Small, fight with me, I can't kill you!

When I looked down, the soup pot was already boiling and tumbling, emitting steaming heat, and a fragrance that made people couldn't help but drool overflowed.

The rest of the people saw that Si Yun was still busy. didn't move the chopsticks, but Si Yun couldn't bear it anymore, and picked up the chopsticks and was ready to start:

"Eat, eat, eat..."

Suddenly, her expression froze again.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ling held his long sleeves in one hand, and gently swung a piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wings with chopsticks in the other, and gently swung it twice in the hot soup pot, with an extremely elegant posture.

But it was as if she had no distractions, she was the first to notice the change in Si Yun's expression.

Si Yun paused for a long time, put down his chopsticks quite reluctantly, and took out the high-level communication talisman that was flashing with spiritual light again with a bit of depression:

"Who is it this time..."

The translucent light curtain gradually solidified in mid-air, and in the next second, Cheng Mo's figure appeared in everyone's eyes.

He was dressed in a black-on-bottom, gold-rimmed priest's robe, lined with a handsome face like an axe carved and sharpened, exuding a serious ascetic, sacrosanct flavor.

"It seems that the timing of my contact with you is not so wonderful." Cheng Mo pondered for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly.

From the light curtain of the high-level messenger, it could be seen that everyone was holding chopsticks in one hand, and while turning their heads to look in his direction, the steaming heat in the red soup pot in front of them blurred most of the people's eyebrows.

With so many eyes watching, he was still at peace.

"It's good to be self-aware!" Si Yun slapped the chopsticks angrily and got straight to the point:

"What's the matter with me?"