"Thank you for your kindness."

Lang Xing bowed slightly, avoiding the sight of Ying Nan and Nanfeng, and immediately raised his hand, bowed his hand without being humble or arrogant, and then said indifferently:

"In the more than 20 years since Poor Dao left the Galaxy Federation, the reason why he has been able to achieve today's achievements is all due to the support of his master."

"Therefore, Lang Xing has no idea of worshipping other sects."

As soon as the words fell, the Daoguan man's eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

"Fellow Daoist, are you sure you don't think about it anymore?"

"My Changhe Sect doesn't mind the past of Daoyou, whether Daoist friends have been in the sect before or not."

Ying Nanbei heard Lang Xing's neat refusal, and he was still a little unwilling in his heart, and still wanted to continue to remedy it to see if Lang Xing could change his mentality.

However, Lang Xing had no intention of joining the Changhe Sect, which was destined to disappoint Ying Nanbei.

There are Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals in Taiyi Sect to suppress luck, and there are Wufeng Yuanshen Elders to teach disciples, and the real people in charge of the sect are also conscientious, putting aside the sentiment and righteousness, just by virtue of the difference in strength, it is impossible for Lang Xing to abandon Taiyi Sect and join the Changhe Sect.

What's more, he didn't know anything about the Changhe Sect.

If you want to protect your relatives, it is enough to rely on the strength of your own primordial god, and there is no need to add vassals at all.

Doesn't it mean that the Mokozong is about to fall into the form and is not among the three hundred and sixty-five authentic sects?

That kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I must fight for it, and in this galaxy era, I will set up a Taiyi Dao vein for the sect!

"Don't persuade anymore, Ying Zhenren."

"Poor Dao has made up his mind, and he will not do anything to break away from the sect."

Lang Xing's sleeves were raised, and although his words were gentle, the tone contained in them was categorical.

The meaning of the leakage can be felt clearly by Ying Nanbei, who is standing opposite him.

Seeing Lang Xing's unmoved figure, the Daoguan man couldn't help but sigh lightly.

After all, he is a fifth-order grandmaster, and if he can't win over, it's best not to offend.

"Since that's the case, it's that the fate of my Changhe Sect and Lang Zhenren is not enough."

"But even if Lang Zhenren can't come to my door, I hope to walk around more in the future to enhance each other's feelings."

"After all, Ling Mei is still the true inheritance of my sect in the end, you and I can be regarded as a family in the final analysis."

"This time, Lang Zhenren has just achieved the Yuan Shen, are you willing to come to my sect as a guest? If you are willing to come, Ying will naturally do the friendship of the landlord and celebrate the friendship of Landau! ”

A primordial god, high and powerful.

And the characters who can go through a lot of hardships and achieve the position of the primordial god will definitely not have a simple brain.

Although Lang Xing rejected Ying Nanbei, Ying Nanbei would not offend Lang Xing because of this.

To offend a fifth-order cultivator for no reason, what a stupid brain it would have to be to make such a choice.

This is not something that a person in power would do.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I haven't returned home for more than 20 years, and I really miss my relatives at home, so I can only refuse my friends first."

"After returning home to meet his parents, Poor Dao will go to the Changhe Sect and have a good discussion with Ying Zhenren."

"When the time comes, please don't mind Daoyou!"

When Lang Xing heard the invitation sent by the north and south, his face showed embarrassment.

If he usually sent an invitation to Nanbei and Lang to save face, he would have agreed to the invitation of Nanbei, but now that he hasn't even seen his parents who he hasn't seen for a long time, how can he follow Ying Nanbei to Changhezong.

"Understand, understand. After so many years, Lang Daoyou can still think about his parents, which is really precious. ”

"Ling Zun can have a son like Daoyou, it should be a blessing for the second elder!"

"Then Ying Mou will not stay much, and the province will delay the return of Langdaoyou to save his relatives."

"Fellow Daoist, farewell! Poor Dao is in the Changhe Sect, waiting for the visit of Taoist friends at any time! ”

Ying Nanbei heard Lang's embarrassing words, the corners of his mouth twitched a little, and he felt that his face was a little unbearable, but he still forcibly held back the depression in his heart, and instead clasped his hands and saluted Lu Yao gently.

When the words fell, Ying Nanbei and the Qingyu Elder next to him greeted Lang Yue, and then turned into a sword qi rainbow, breaking through the clouds and mist in the sky, and returning in the direction when he came and went.

If time could go back in time, Ying Zhenren would never choose to come again.

This feeling of punching cotton is too uncomfortable.

Looking at Ying Nanbei to end the topic, after the royal qi returned, Elder Qingyu's face was a little strange.

This Ying Zhenren is known for his fiery temper in the sect, but he didn't expect to be deflated in front of Lang Yue's brother this time.

Also, every remark of Lang Xing is close to the number of courtesies, so even if Ying Nanbei is unhappy, he can't find a place to vent.

It's really embarrassing for him to maintain this kind of helplessness in his heart and greet him with a smile.

"The poor road is not here, and it will continue to disturb the reunion of your brothers and sisters."

"Lang Zhenren, poor Dao has resigned."

Seeing this, Elder Qingyu finally fell into the worry of his disciple in his heart, and then after greeting Lang Xing and Lang Yue, he went back to his house and went straight back to the sect in the direction of Ying Nanbei's departure.

The episode ended, without outsiders to disturb him, and coupled with the martial law in a radius of dozens of miles, the surrounding situation finally returned to purity.

"Is that kid good to you?"

The young man in the Taoist robe who had just achieved the primordial god said such a sentence to Lang Yue.

"Huh?"

Lang Yue heard her brother's inexplicable tone, revealing a puzzled look.

But soon she came back to her senses and knew who Lang Xing wanted to ask.

He asked about her husband, who had been married in her twenties.

"It's good."

A touch of tenderness flashed from the pupils of the woman in white, and it was clearly imprinted in the eyes of the young man in the Taoist robe.

"That's fine, so I don't have to settle accounts with him."

"I kidnapped my poor sister for so many years, and I wanted to teach him a lesson when I went back."

A person can lie, but the emotions flowing from his eyes are the most difficult to fake.

Now that his sister has her own home, Lang Xing is relieved.

Although I feel a little uncomfortable, after so many years, nothing can happen, and I can't stop the happiness of others.

The former classmates have all married and had children, and their sisters have a place to return, which is a good thing for a traveler like Lang Xing, who has not been seen for more than 20 years, at least there is a response.

Thinking of this, Lang Xing pulled the corners of his mouth and shook his head suddenly.

This unknown kid kidnapped his own sister, why did he still think that his good was coming.

If you don't beat him, it's all about giving him face!

When Lang Xing was in the Emerald Star, he only roughly checked the information about Lang Yue and Changhe Sect, so he didn't know about her marriage, only that she already had a child.

"You, you'd better take care of yourself first."

"I haven't come back for so many years, and my parents have long since thought you are gone."

"His second elder knew the news of your return at the time, and he almost fainted without excitement."

"I wonder how you plan to face the second elder when you go back this time?"

Hearing Lang Xing's slightly indignant words, Lang Yue pursed her lips and chuckled, turning the page on the topic just now, and then shot back unceremoniously at Lang Xing.

Just like more than 20 years ago, the two of them had a sharp argument in a small room, and it has never changed.

Happy birthday to book friends on December 17th!

The author is on the train, the environment is too bad, I wrote 2k to send a chapter first, and I will make up for it when I get home during the day.

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