The birthday banquet of the Sect Master of the North Gate has ended, and the guests from all factions to celebrate the birthday have dispersed, but the North Gate clan has not returned to its former peace after the birthday banquet.

"The sect master forgives the sin, the sixth son of my opera troupe who sang Hua Dan was jealous of Peony's talent, and locked the toilet door from the outside while he was in the toilet. In addition, Peony often forgets to bring her mobile phone when she goes to the toilet, and she can't contact outsiders for help. Liuzi wanted Peony to be late, and he didn't want to be mistaken for Peony's kid to get on the stage first. Although I vaguely felt that the person's voice was a little strange at the time, I didn't pay much attention to it because Peony liked to play with voice change the most, and the person's body shape was very similar to Peony, and he was wearing makeup. And the sixth son thought that the peony had come out, so he didn't go to the toilet to open the door, so he made this incident. It was caused by the lax teaching of my class teacher, and I asked the sect master to punish him. ”

Beixian, who was sitting on the chair of the Taishi in the main hall, closed his eyes lightly, and his immature face illuminated by the sun did not have any expression, "This matter has nothing to do with the class master, it is an internal matter of my Beimen clan." After the sect master has received the reward, please go back. ”

The class master wanted to say something, but seeing that the sect master of the North Gate had a tough attitude, he had no choice but to retreat.

Seeing that the class master had left, Xiyue hurriedly opened her mouth, "Uncle, I have already sent someone to investigate, this person is not from the demon clan." There is an enchantment in the back mountain where the North Gate clan is located, and the demon can't enter at all. According to the guests who attended the birthday banquet, the man just took some food at random, and did not mean to harm the sect master. He also called the sect master's little brother, either pretending to be stupid, or it means that he doesn't know his uncle at all. But if it was arranged by the other three factions, it wouldn't have taken a lot of trouble to send such an idiot to disrupt the situation. ”

"In my opinion, if that person is really arranged by the other three factions, his purpose is not to stir up trouble, but to punish the heart. Beiyan, who was sitting on a wooden chair and drinking tea, said lightly.

"Beiyan, what do you mean by that?" Xiyue looked at him with some confusion.

"Don't you think that person's voice and smile are somewhat similar to Xiao Tsubasa's. ”

After hearing this, Xiyue carefully recalled, "It's really a bit like the North Wing, if that's the case, the other three factions don't take our North Gate clan too seriously." Uncle just failed, isn't it tantamount to falling into a hole if they do so!"

"That's it, don't talk about it again. Beixian said, walked into the study, and closed the door with a "bang".

Beixian, who walked into the study, calmly closed the curtains, and the shadow behind him suddenly stood up and turned into a man dressed in black ancient clothes and wearing a crow mask. After the appearance of the man, Beixian also rapidly aged from a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to a shriveled old man who looked too old. Some of the unsteady North Strings sat down reluctantly on the back of their chairs, trembling and coughing.

Relieving his breath, Beixian looked at the masked man and asked, "Kuro, you also saw him today, how does he make you feel?"

"It's weird," the man's voice was like that of a child of six or seven years old, "more strange than the owner." It was obviously a harmless appearance of humans and animals, but the breath emitted made the black black fearful. The aura was neither like a demon, nor like a human, nor like a Taoist priest, but it was disgusting and fearful. ”

"Got it, come back. Beixian's hoarse voice did not fall, the man was gone, and Beixian's shadow returned to its original state.

"It's better to be young. Beixian, who had regained his countenance at the age of fifteen or sixteen, jumped off the wooden chair and moved his muscles and bones. Looking at the photos of the two brothers on the table, Beixian smiled, "I can naturally see who you are, but now I pretend not to know, so I can protect you as much as possible, my good grandson." ”