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It is said that the senior brother Su Dufeng is the head of the twelve disciples, and it is not surprising that he is in charge of many affairs in Penglai, but that Song Wujiao ...... And Master, hasn't he always lived in seclusion in the South Hall and doesn't ask about things?

Rao was puzzled, I still went over with Han Yuan and the others, and bowed, "The disciple has seen the two masters and the elders. ”

The master came out of the crowd, and he hurriedly descended the long steps, and today he is not like the moon-white robe in the past, but the unique green clothes and Taoist crown of the sect, and his eyebrows and eyes are a little anxious.

"Get up. You guys...... Are you all right? ”

We looked at each other in surprise, but we didn't know where these words came from, Han Yuan bowed and said, "If you return to the sect, Sun Shantian will betray the sect, I don't know if he lives or dies, and the apostle is dead." The turmoil in Taiping Town subsided, and the disciples and others were safe and sound. ”

"...... Sun Shantian betrayed the sect?" "Who is this Sun Shantian's disciple, but he did such a despicable thing......" The elders who were still standing upright behind Song Zitang couldn't help but smack their tongues when they heard this, the senior brother already understood, and looked at Song Wujiao, this ordinary and high-ranking master turned pale at the moment, pursed his lips, and did not say a word.

Sun Shantian is a disciple of Song Wujiao, and such an act is obvious to the public.

Master nodded slightly, breathing a sigh of relief, "It's okay." He immediately turned to face Song Wujiao, his voice was calm, and he didn't distinguish between joy and anger, "Song Zhangjiao, I don't care about the affairs of the sect all the year round, and I shouldn't have said much, but I heard that Twilight Wind said, this time, all the tasks will be handed over to the newcomer disciples to go down the mountain to deal with, do you mean?" ”

Song Wujiao raised her chin slightly and said lightly, "Yes." ”

"It seems that something that even the apostles could not handle was entrusted to a group of half-disciples...... Biased! ”

What's wrong?

I, Han Yuan and the others were puzzled and looked at each other. I only felt that the master was not as peaceful as before, but as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger, and then I thought about his anxiety...... Aren't you worried that something will happen to us on the way down the mountain?

Elder Shande took two steps forward and spoke steadily, "Cultivating Yuan, this mission is a little more difficult, just thinking about Penglai disciples, there must be a trial, Su Dufeng, originally I was going to send a disciple to accompany me, Song Zhangjiao said that most of the newcomer disciples this time are talented, thinking that there is no need for foreign aid." You don't have to worry about it, Song Zhangjiao wants to come and definitely won't want Penglai disciples to die, right? ”

The master lowered his eyes, bowed his head slightly, and did not say a word.

Song Wujiao looked around, chuckled, and dragged out her voice, "Li Zhangjiao-I know that you don't obey me, it's okay, if you think I'm overwhelmed, you and I can go to the head of the house to adjudicate, or I'll guard the Hundred Scrolls Pavilion, and you're in charge of Penglai?" ”

"You ......" Under the master's green robe, his fists were clenched, and his narrow eyes were squinted, but he looked speechless.

"What Elder Shandeok is saying is, whose disciple is not a disciple? I lost my disciple, am I still secretly happy? The people of Penglai should have taken it as their responsibility to support the right path, the so-called heroes from ancient times have come out of the youth, and some wind and waves have not passed, how to be worthy of the great responsibility, how to inherit the orthodoxy of Penglai? Song Wujiao's words were cold, aggressive, and there seemed to be a sense of selflessness between her words, and for a while, the elders behind her, or the disciples in power beside her, all quieted down.

I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I came out of the crowd and saluted with my fists, "Song Zhangjiao, disciple-"

"Shocking water!" Han Yuan on the side quickly pulled me, looking anxious, frowning and shaking his head, whispering in my ear, "Don't be impulsive, you don't take a word seriously, and you will put your master in the public eye!" ”

In front of the huge Penglai East Palace, everyone had different expressions, as if they had secretly understood something, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

The master brushed his sleeves away, and the senior brother replied with two sentences, and everyone dispersed, and I could only follow in a muffled voice, and his steps were not hurried, but very upright, but I was pitiful and followed behind with small steps.

Walking to the side of the Panlong Stone in the Purple Bamboo Forest, there was suddenly a sound of broken footsteps behind him, followed by a clear male voice, "Please stay." ”

The master looked back and saw that the senior brother was coming in a hurry, and his steps were eager, and he stopped, "What? ”

Senior Brother Bensheng is a little feminine, but the majesty he usually has among the newcomers of Penglai Mountain makes it difficult to guess what this young and promising head disciple is thinking. Now he was three steps away, with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, "Can the master still take care of the one in the West Temple?" ”

The master pinned the broken hair behind his ear and smiled back, "Why, who sent this to appease my old acetate jar?" ”

There was helplessness on the face of the senior brother, but it was fleeting, and he looked at the master again, and said solemnly, "The master can't go out of retreat, and someone must take care of Penglai, and his old man values Song Zhangjiao, so that one will inevitably act arrogantly." ”

"But in charge, I share the sovereignty of Penglai with Song Wujiao, but you guard the Hundred Scrolls Pavilion alone. What does the Hundred Scroll Pavilion mean for the survival of Penglai, the secret book of martial arts, and the method of making talismans...... You know that. ”

"Okay, twilight, look at the heart that scares you, I don't want to be so narrow-minded, I have to compete with her, I just don't want my apprentices, your apprentices, these Penglai's talents, alive and dead at the bottom of the mountain. This time I transgressed, and the future is complicated, so you can go back. ”

The elder brother gave a return salute and turned to leave. I looked at his back in amazement, but what came to my mind was the smiling Shura, chaotic thoughts, entangled for a while.

There are also men's seemingly indifferent words.

- I just don't want my apprentices, your apprentices, these Penglai talents, to die alive at the bottom of the mountain.

Master, I don't know if it's because I'm his apprentice, or because he doesn't have any other apprentices?

"Your handsome elder brother has no shadow - aren't you leaving?" The master stretched out his hand and shook it in front of my eyes, and then I suddenly came back to my senses, stomped my feet and said angrily, "Master, you are not as good as that Song Wujiao, and when you turn around, you will be angry with your disciple!" ”

He had already turned around and walked, from time to time brushing aside the overly lush bamboo leaves, and said leisurely, "Who said I couldn't argue with her?" I will definitely not let it next time, and it will open your eyes. ”

I was curious for a moment, and said tentatively, "Master, there is something that the disciple doesn't know whether to ask or not. ”

"Don't ask."

He must have been exposed by me in the east hall of the gaffe, at this moment he is making trouble everywhere, listening to the voice with a hidden smile, I know that at this moment I am leisurely and complacent, I grabbed a handful of bamboo leaves in the air and shook it, letting the mottled dark green fall one after another, "The disciple asked!" ”

Seeing that he was silent, I hesitated a little to ask, "...... If you start to do it, who will be the master and that Song Wujiao? ”

He was silent for a long time before he said, "What about the top, I won't do it with women, not to mention it, it's still the same door, Rao is her words collide, and I have already expected this." ”

It's night.

I didn't know if the memories of those days in Taiping Town were too tortuous or bizarre, I tossed and turned on the familiar bed, and it was difficult to sleep.

After a long time, the long pillow was wet with a thin layer of sweat, and I finally lost my patience, rolled over, and went out with my sword.

Although the south hall is big, I have been here for nearly a year, just being punished by the master to run, up and down is transparent, somehow, suddenly remembered the map of Penglai seen in the Hundred Scroll Pavilion, there is a forbidden area at the junction of the south hall and the west hall, and the disciples are not allowed to enter on weekdays, and they can't help but have a little curiosity.

The sky dissolves ink, the moonlight is like silver, I carefully picked out the oil lamp, try to quietly quiet the winding long steps, I don't know where the breeze rises, the large purple bamboo forest is like messing up the zither, and there is a slight sound.

My heart turned, but I recalled the first acquaintance with the flower masa, and it was also in this quiet night, he was wearing a saffron robe, and his aura was extremely enchanting, and at that time I was just a young disciple who had not yet started, and after a lot of verbal wars, I finally turned enemies into friends, and I was still afraid of his peach blossom demon at that time, so I couldn't help laughing.

Whew-

A strong wind blew, and the oil lamp of the candlestick couldn't help but shake a few times, and the shadow I cast in the forest suddenly lengthened, and I came back to my senses at once, and then looked ahead, and it was really a place I had never been before.

The long wooden arch bridge overrides both sides, the ever-bright lights on the bridge are dim, only the clear and turbulent sound of flowing water enters the ears, on the side of the bridge, the rockery is overlapped, overgrown with weeds, and the black and swarthy ones cannot be seen very clearly.

This place is very strange, there seems to be a natural barrier to isolate the Qi field, I retreated in my own life, and my heart is coming, and it is good to see what it is, so I carefully raised the lamp, and went all the way across the wooden bridge.

“…… It's so late, why do I need to come out. ”

Just crossed the long bridge,Suddenly heard a faint female voice coming from behind the fake stone,I was suddenly startled,Almost knocked the oil lamp to the ground,Fortunately, it was stable,Busy a dodge to the side of the giant root coiled behind the tree,The whole heart beats like a drum。

Oh my God, that voice was none other than Song Wujiao!

She's okay and she still has to make some trouble, and if she finds me quietly breaking into the forbidden place in the middle of the night, she doesn't know how to make a big fuss?

I stuck to the back of the tree with anxiety, holding my heart in my hands, regretting it.

"During the day, the master is busy with everything, and he wants to take care of Penglai up and down, not to mention that there are many people, how dare the disciples bother? Even if you have something to say, you have to say it in this no-man's land......"

This man's voice was feminine and a little frivolous, I frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly had an epiphany - yes, Song Wujiao's proud disciple Luo Yi, one of the twelve disciples.

Well, one is not easy to mess with, and the other is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so I might as well take advantage of them not to find out and go quickly......

Just when I made up my mind to leave, I suddenly thought of something, these two masters and apprentices, came out late at night to say something considerate, compared to my private entry into the forbidden land, what are they? I'm a little curious, what kind of physical strength can this ordinary and arrogant master have to say.

"Don't be serious with my flamboyant tongue, you can be a teacher this time, if it weren't for your recommendation to let that rookie disciple go down the mountain, how could Li Xiuyuan not be happy with me in front of everyone?" Although Song Wujiao was reprimanded, her tone was much softer, and at first glance she almost mistook it for the girl's coquettishness, but she looked nearly ten years older than the master, and she had a cold face, thinking about it, she couldn't help but stand up with cold hairs.

"How do I know that those rookie disciples are useless, and they are all showy? The surname Li is just Xiaoyaozi expelled from the division and exiled to Penglai, the nominal head of the sect is just a more powerful thug, why should the master worry, with him, he will not dare to make a move against your old man! The words blurted out by Luo Yi were like smearing honey, which made Song Wujiao chuckle a few times, and I only felt a nameless anger