Like in the previous life, this time there were obviously many accidents at the Ask Conference, but the four big families still had to put on a calm appearance on the surface, conceal the matter of demon cultivation and treachery, pretend to be nothing, and hold a closing ceremony in the Ziyang Palace.

In the early morning, the disciples of all the families were already ready in the Purple Yang Palace, and the morning glow reflected on their young faces, looking longingly at the young talents who were standing in front of the stage and were accepting the glory of winning the Golden Three Questions.

No, perhaps, those disciples who participated in the temple questioning are afraid that it will be difficult to be happy.

Why don't you bring the truth about the invasion of demon cultivators to the fore? Why do you force yourself to swear to help conceal it? How long can peace be maintained in the mortal realm? No one could answer the confusion in the hearts of those disciples, so they could only honestly stand in the audience, look at the victors in front of the stage, and bury their doubts in the bottom of their hearts.

Shen An saw Wei Feihua and Qian Tang also standing among the disciples.

Wei Feihua's eyes were red, obviously she had just cried. And Qiantang, although he looks no different from ordinary days, those who know him can feel that there is anger and suppression in his Mu Ran's expression at the moment.

Shen An glanced at Su Wuyu, who was coughing lightly. My heart was gloomy: My cousin had already told the two of them about Zhu Feizhen's plot in the Demon Domain.

Thinking that Wei Feihua and Qiantang would encounter more betrayals and intrigues in the future, Shen Anxin sighed lightly.

――Can fate really be changed?

Immediately, he shook his head, threw the uneasiness in his heart out of his mind, and said in his heart: This seat is going to change his life against the sky! As long as the divine consciousness of this seat is immortal, it will definitely be shown to the heavens!

Now the first step, even if you find the real Yuanhui!

With this ambition in mind, Shen An finally survived the boring closing meeting. When they heard that the head of the Song family finally spit out the closing words, the expressions of all the disciples were all happy and comfortable "finally liberated".

Shen An patted Qian Tang and Wei Feihua on the shoulder, planning to tell them that he was going to find Master Dingyan and let the two of them go back first, but Wei Feihua did not react.

"Senior Sister Wei! Senior Brother Shen asked the two of us to go first, can you hear me? Qian Tang shook his hand in front of Wei Feihua and asked.

Wei Feihua reacted at this time, and smiled awkwardly: "Well, I heard it." ”

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Shen An seemed to feel that something was missing.

"Zhu Feizhen, Zhu Feizhen, I never imagined that there would be a day when I missed your noisy voice."

Shen An left, walked to the high platform of the Ziyang Palace, and stopped Song Guangling, who was dressed in luxurious clothes.

"Brother Song, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Song Guangling turned his head and smiled at Shen An with some embarrassment: "I want to change my clothes, but this one on my body is too light and I can't get used to it." ”

Shen An looked at the gorgeous decoration on Song Guangling's body, the white robe was embroidered with real gold silk threads, and at the shoulder joints, there were also golden scale armor pieces and merman teardrops.

The clothes of the Song family, although they are beautiful, but the beauty and complexity make people completely unable to associate with "light", it seems that this clothing should have been put into the mind, cast a spell, and when it can be worn, it is lighter and thinner than it seems.

Speaking of which, as long as it is not in the Song family, Song Guangling is indeed always wearing his cyan cloth robe that only a teacher would wear.

"Why replace it?" Shen An quipped to him: "Actually, you look good in this dress." ”

"Brother Shen, don't laugh at me." Song Guangling's face flushed slightly, and then changed the topic: "By the way, my aunt said that she wanted to see you, and she originally planned to go to the inn to find you after changing her clothes, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door." ”

Song Guangling paused and said, "However, you have to wait first, Master Dingyan is discussing Buddhism with my aunt, it may take some time." ”

Dingyan is also there? This is in Shen An's arms, Su Wuwu said that the new disciple of Master Dingyan is Yuan Hui, and Shen An is looking for him!

Shen An said with a smile: "Chaowen said, it's okay to die at night, just wait." I also have the Dharma and I want to ask Master Dingyan for advice. ”

"They're in my aunt's Qingyun house, and I just have to go and change my clothes first, and then I'll take you there."

Shen An followed behind Song Guangling, and the disciples of the Song family saluted the two of them very respectfully, Shen An secretly thought: There are so many rules of the Song family, how much does it look like in the Red Lotus Dock? Could it be that my father set the rules of the Shen family according to the pomp and circumstance of the Song family?

How much effort has it taken to clearly highlight its own uniqueness? And how much is hidden in this scheming, the ** and thirst for power in Hongchen.

"Brother Shen, there is a question I don't know if to talk about it?" Song Guangling said suddenly.

"You shouldn't tell, or don't I know?" Shen An glanced at him and said, "If it's your Song family's problem, even if you know about it, you can't help it, and you can't do it."

Song Guangling smiled bitterly: "It's not the Song family, it's about that Li Jiuyang, Brother Shen, you don't think he's a little ......?" ”

After choking for a long time and not following up, Shen An could understand his uneasiness.

In his previous life, Li Jiuyang was not at all the current dilapidated and exaggerated, when Shen An saw him, Li Jiuyang was already an old man in his twilight, but he was steady and vigorous, and he looked like a wise man without confusion.

This person did not have the slightest talent in cultivation, and it was not until the age of knowing the destiny of heaven that he had just stepped into the realm of foundation building with one foot. However, Shen An did not have the slightest doubt about the talent of this person's strategist, after all, he was ordered to be in danger after Shen An broke the ten cities of the Ma family in a row, and he was obviously a disciple of the outer room, but with the merit of recapturing the two cities from Shen An, he guarded the last iron wall for the Ma family.

However, in troubled times, everyone is an enemy. Who would have thought that Li Jiuyang, who was in the limelight at that time, was finally defeated by Shen An's divisive plan and was killed by Ma Changyu, the head of the Ma family at that time?

"Do you think he likes money too much?" Shen An chuckled.

"If you just like it." Song Guangling frowned and said, "I'm afraid that he has the taboo of cultivators-greed." ”

Thinking back to before, when Li Jiuyang looked at the Dao ticket in Shen An's hand and his eyes lit up, Song Guangling didn't think anything about it.

However, when Li Jiuyang woke up and was recommended to him by Shen An, he first looked at his simple clothes with a look of disgust, but after knowing his identity, he smiled on his shoulders and looked flattering. Song Guangling really didn't like this person.

Shen An was dumbfounded, this Song Guangling is not really stupid, he can actually see Li Jiuyang's real flaws. Back then, Shen An used Li Jiuyang's wealth to easily and successfully provoke the relationship between the Ma family and him.

"He is an orphan, but he entered the Dao Gate by chance, and in the end he is only an outer disciple of the Ma family, because of the shyness in his pocket, he cherishes his belongings, because of hardship, he tastes the warmth and coldness of people, and he likes people, for you, this is not his defect, but his advantage." Shen An said with a smile: "A gentleman loves money, he takes it in a good way, if you want to melt the city, I don't know how many forces will be involved, he is exactly the person you need most at the moment." ”

Shen An knew how exquisite Li Jiuyang was, and he also knew Li Jiuyang's ability to win thousands of miles away in his strategy. Although most of this person's talents and achievements in his previous life were fought on the battlefield, but in a "battlefield" without a sword, Li Jiuyang may not be able to turn a dragon into a phoenix and make a career.

The starling who was raised to the "cadre level" is a proof of this person's ambition. His pursuit of power and financial resources will not change in any way because of the transfer from the Ma family to the Song family.

If Li Jiuyang is smart, he should understand that showing his talent in front of Song Guangling is the first step for him to rise to the top.

"However, his temperament really doesn't look like a cultivator." Song Guangling was still hesitant.

"People, as long as it can be used, it's fine." Shen An smiled: "Temperament or something, you can temper it in the future." But what kind of people does Brother Song think are like cultivators? ”

"Cultivation depends on talent, and if you have a spiritual root, naturally anyone can cultivate." Song Guangling smiled bitterly: "However, some people are just 'talented', and what they are most afraid of in practice is not talentless, but unintentional." ”

"You think he's unintentional?" Shen An said.

"It's a good thing that he's well-informed." Thinking of Li Jiuyang, who woke up last night and could pull anything in the vast sea and sky, Song Guangling smiled bitterly: "But he thought too much and too much, but he was fascinated and lost his origin." ”

Thinking of Li Jiuyang's appearance yesterday, he talked endlessly, boasting and talking, he really couldn't connect this product with the strategists and doctors in his mind who had the talents of the world, but did not show their traces, and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests of the city.

"Last night, he walked the bird in front of us, and he really lost his momentum when he played with a peachwood sword." Shen An sneered, as if he knew what Song Guangling was thinking, and joked: "Next time, I will match him with a lupine scarf, and I will definitely not lose the limelight of your Song family." ”

"That's not what I meant." Song Guangling blushed and said urgently.

Thinking of Su Wuwu's past lesson, Shen An chuckled and said: "Give him a chance, only you are like this, you can truly achieve no desire and no desire, thinking that Hongchen is tempted, but that's it." ”

Song Guangling opened his mouth and said no more. Shen An suddenly realized that Song Guangling didn't seem to like his identity as the eldest son of the Song family.

Every time Shen An mentioned some customs and habits of the Song family, Song Guangling seemed to be very unhappy. It seems that he has an inexplicable sense of guilt for the Song family and the mortals living in Gongyang City.

Song Guangling would rather wear a green shirt than a Song family's gorgeous clothes, not for the convenience of going to Xiacheng District, but a silent resistance?

Thinking of Song Guangling, who died with him in his previous life, Shen An sighed silently in his heart: Freak!

When Song Guangling returned to the house and finished changing his clothes, the two walked to Qingyun House.

When they arrived at Qingyun House, the two little monks they saw at the Wenwen Conference stopped the two of them at the door and entered the door to report to Ding Yan Qingyu.

Shen An stood upright with his hands down, like a strong pine, waiting quietly outside, he looked up at the huge plaque engraved with "Qingyun House" on the heavy building pavilion, and his heart swelled with faint excitement and nervousness.

His destined enemy, Yuan Hui, may be inside.

In the previous life, the first time the two met was a life-and-death duel, so, what would it look like in this life?

"Master said, please invite Master Shen in." The two little monks clasped their hands together, and Amitabha Buddha invited Shen An to enter with a voice that pretended to be calm but could not hide his immaturity.

Shen An straightened his clothes and stepped into the doorbar, ready to meet his destined opponent.