While Fang Wuwei was enjoying the worship of the crowd below, suddenly Wu Meng gave a god-like roundabout kick, directly kicking Fang Wuwei's calf shin.

"Ouch!"

Fang Wuwei screamed, holding his calves and jumping up again, the satisfaction just now disappeared from his heart in an instant.

When the disciples in the square saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded for a while, and even the cheers stopped, and everyone looked blankly at Fang Wuwei who was holding his legs in front of the main hall.

Wu Meng clapped his little hands, and said to the other party Wu Wei with a look of contempt:

"Primitives One! Did you just think of something perverted?! The saliva is dripping! ”

Fang Wuwei hugged his legs and looked at Wu Meng with a tangled expression. I just felt for a moment that it felt good to be adored, so I just got a little carried away! How did it become a perverted thing again......

Xiao Lian and Mr. Yun were taken aback by this scene and hurriedly supported Fang Wuwei. Only Shangguan Rou was so happy that she stood under the big tree next to the main hall, clapping her hands and applauding secretly.

Being supported by Xiao Lian, Fang Wuwei looked at Wu Meng with a painful face. Being kicked by Wu Meng just now, it just woke me up from that weird sense of vanity, and in retrospect, if I let that satisfaction erode, I might fall into it and be unable to extricate myself, and become the person I hate in reality.

Wu Meng pouted, glanced at Fang Wuwei with disdain, and suddenly rushed to Fang Wuwei's side, shouting to the crowd below:

"Cave people! This genius is also an immortal! Come and worship this genius! Oh roar~"

looked at Wu Meng's left hand on his waist, his right hand blocking his mouth, and his head up and laughing like a villain. Fang Wuwei slapped his head, and his heart kept dripping blood, Wu Meng, why did you kick me, it turned out that it was because you wanted to pretend to be better!! Isn't it better than everyone pretending together, we are a team! team！ Does the team understand?!

Xiao Lian supported Fang Wuwei, smiled awkwardly, and said to the disciples below:

"This time, there are a total of three immortals from the immortal realm, and one is the master of the deity beside him. One is a little immortal who helps the deity to repair the magic weapon. There is also one who is the extremely strong Great Immortal. ”

As soon as Xiao Lian's words fell, the disciples below shouted excitedly again.

Zheng Koumao saw that the crowd below was so crazy, and he smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head, obviously he had never experienced such a scene, and he was a little "shy".

The disciples in the field of Congxin originally thought that there was only one immortal, but they didn't expect three to appear at once! This is simply a more joyful thing than raising oneself to a higher level!

The bald-headed and handsome young man, Ah Cheng, was so excited that he took out a booklet from his arms. This booklet, a treasure he has treasured for nearly ten years, records every teaching of Master Xiao Lian, as well as all the things about the Congxin School.

Ah Cheng held the pen in his hand and wrote down what he saw and heard today, and halfway through the writing, he heard a choked sound in the carnival.

Shen Chen stood straight in the crowd, bursting into tears, constantly sending his nose, letting the tears and snot remain, and refusing to move his hand to wipe them, crying and saying:

"Ah Cheng...... Whining...... If my father and mother knew that I saw three immortals today, my father's spirit in the sky would be able to rest in peace...... Woohoo......"

Ah Cheng glanced at Shen Chen, his nose was sour, and he also thought of his father. Back then, Wantangmen did all kinds of evil, slaughtering the entire village, killing himself and Shen Chen's father and mother.

Ah Cheng still remembers that his mother said to him before she died, "Cheng'er...... Mother just begs you to be safe and ...... steadily" But I didn't expect that I not only survived safely, but also helped me become a cultivator because of Master Xiao's righteousness! Even today, I saw three immortals from the fairy world!

Thinking of this, Ah Cheng's tears couldn't stop flowing, and he cried and said:

Shen Chen...... Don't you cry...... Parents...... Daddy will definitely be proud of us...... Woohoo......"

There are still many such cases among the hundreds of disciples. Because these disciples are nothing more than orphans left behind by the common people who were bullied by the Tang Sect. They regarded the Congxin faction as their home, and Xiao Lian as their "father", and now their "father" actually brought three immortals to the Congxin faction, which made them sincerely proud and happy.

In short, after the entire Congxin faction made a fuss for a while, Xiao Lian let the disciples of the Congxin faction cultivate well, and Fang Wuwei and the three of them finally followed Xiao Lian back to the small building by the Congxin Building and settled down temporarily.

At this moment, Fang Wuwei was sitting at the tea table in the small building with Zheng Koumao, drinking tea with Xiao Lian, Mr. Yun and the nameless real person.

Shangguan Rou and Wu Meng ran to the woods to play before, although they were already women, but Shangguan Rou still seemed to be playful, and it was rare to meet a crazy little girl, Shangguan Rou was also playing for a long time.

Fang Wuwei sat at the tea table, recalling his previous "apprentices and grandchildren", watching himself like a panda watching the zoo, he couldn't help but sigh again in his heart, drank a few sips of tea, pursed his lips and asked Xiao Lian:

"Speaking of which, didn't you say how Wantangmen was before? What is the situation now? ”

When Xiao Lian heard Fang Wuwei's words, his expression became solemn, and he took two sips of tea with his head down, and was about to say something, but Mr. Yun interjected:

"Mr. Fang, you just came back, Xiao Lian doesn't know the estimate, let's talk about it."

Fang Wuwei held the teacup in his hand, glanced at Zheng Koumao beside him, and then looked at Xiao Lian with a solemn expression, and nodded.

"It's been more than two months since Xiao Lian fell into the spatial rift. Wan Tangmen seemed to have calmed down inexplicably, and in the past two months, he had never gone to the Congxin Sect to make trouble.

Yun had heard that the main gate of Wantang Gate was out of the customs before, and it was estimated that the top and bottom of Wantang Gate were preparing for the main gate of Wantang Gate to go out. ”

Mr. Yun's face was calm, then he gently picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then took out his signature fan, the white silk elephant bone fan, and fanned the wind.

Fang Wuwei pondered carefully, only two months had passed since this wilderness, and it should have been the cosmic coordinates provided by Wang Junkai before. After all, when he was jumping in space, Wu Meng also specially carried out a time shuttle and returned to three days ago. As for the main exit of the gate of Wantang Gate, Xiao Lian said it on the earth before.

However, Yun felt a little strange, except that there was no movement in Wantang Gate. Even those dog-legged sects with the Wantang Sect were completely silent.

Half a month ago, Yun received news that a dog-legged sect of Wantang Sect - Hongsheng Sect, the entire sect actually threw itself into the Wantang Sect, and even didn't want the foundation of his own sect. But since then, it is said that there has been no news of that Hongshengmen. ”

Fang Wuwei frowned slightly, and looked at Mr. Yun with some confusion, not quite understanding why Mr. Yun was talking about this. After all, what's so strange about doglegs hugging their thighs?

Xiao Lian held the teacup and said with a solemn expression:

"Master, although the small sects may take refuge in some large sects, such as the Congxin faction, there are also dozens of small sects. However, each small sect, unless its foundation is destroyed or it is about to face the tragedy of annihilation, it will not arbitrarily raise its door and throw itself into other sects, which is a matter of dignity for cultivators. ”

Fang Wu let out an "oh", thinking in his heart, it seems that Hongshengmen doesn't even have dignity, right?

Mr. Yun sighed and continued:

"This is not the end, Yun Mou was surprised by this news, so he troubled a few people to explore other sects. Unexpectedly, those dog-legged sects that did not move had already been empty. ”

Fang Wuwei was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "Then where did they go?" ”

"Nine times out of ten, it's the same as Hongshengmen, and it's the same as Wantangmen."

Mr. Yun put down the tea cup in his hand, picked up the elephant bone silk fan, lightly fanned the wind a few times, and replied helplessly.

Fang Wuwei only felt a hint of ominous premonition in his heart. What Mr. Yun meant should be to express that Wantangmen has been extremely strange recently. And Xiao Lian had also said before that the people in the Wantang Sect suddenly cultivated to a great advance, which caught Xiao Lian a little off guard. This weirdness and weirdness are even weirder! As the saying goes, when things go wrong, there must be demons, and it seems that this time ......

Fang Wuwei was halfway through his thoughts, Xiao Lian suddenly shook and put the teacup in his hand on the table. Mr. Yun also frowned slightly, and put away the folding fan in his hand with a "swish".

I saw Xiao Lian stand up, frown, look out of the door angrily, and shouted loudly:

"Wait for the madman! Dare to break through the mountain gate of the Heart Sect?! ”

Xiao Lian's voice is like an endless stream of water, although it is not big, it has a long history, and it is spread hundreds of miles away!

As soon as these words fell, a majestic voice also floated from afar:

"Phew! It's not a problem for this Taoist to sweep away your heart-to-heart faction! The surname Xiao surnamed Yun, hand over that little girl! This Taoist will spare you a way to live! ”

(Author's note: I really want to write tragedy, I really want to write tragedy.) But if you think about it carefully, comedy is comedy, and it should be happy in general~ that is, a trace of sadness in joy, not a trace of joy in sadness. ）