"As the deputy, what is your purpose, I am still cautious, and I can't jump to conclusions......" He pretended to be calm, but the uneasiness in his tone was already revealed.

When Su Bezhi heard this, he took two steps back as if he had been greatly stimulated.

He glared at Qing Kun in disbelief, and said in a shocked tone: "I really didn't expect that there would be the word caution in your dictionary? I thought you had torn that page long ago, otherwise why would you have been so impulsive?"

"You ......" Qing Kun was obviously not used to Su Beizhi's mocking way of talking, and was a little angry. But he is always the deputy head of a faction, not to mention that he is now trapped by others, but he still calmed down.

"Isn't it?" Su Beizhi's tone was a little serious, quite didactic, "Since you had a falling out with the head of Qingyan, didn't you let the dragon halberd and other people wipe your buttocks......?" It's not done yet. ”

"This ......" Qing Kun was a little ashamed.

"That's a good idea, but you're too unself-aware, and you're too stupid to do it. Su Beizhi raised her head and lowered her eyes to look down at him, "I know you can't take it." However, the current situation is useless if it does not make you completely sober. ”

"How can you insult ......?"

Suddenly, a fast-talking disciple in the back accidentally spoke again. Su Bezhi glanced at the man playfully, and then slowly stood up.

"You wait, and I'll let you have an affair with the gopher right away. He snorted at the disciple, but then turned his energy back to Qing Kun.

"It's okay to reflect on it, and with what you call a cautious mind, think back to what you did during this time. He turned around and waved his hand at him, "During the time I was catching the gopher, I hope you can figure it out soon." ”

After speaking, without leaving Qing Kun a chance to answer, Su Beizhi immediately walked away, turned a corner and left everyone's field of vision.

Seeing that he was finally gone, the disciples persuaded Qing Kun to come with nonsense:

"Deputy Boss, don't listen to him, you're doing the right thing......"

"Deputy head, let's find a way to escape now, ignore him, this is a madman......"

“......”

The voices were noisy, but Qing Kun seemed to be deaf at this time, and turned a deaf ear to the persuasion of his disciples.

His eyes gradually became complicated.

After a while, Su Bezhi stepped on the weeds and came back, carrying two mice in his hands. When the disciple who had been warned just now saw this, he was immediately frightened and devastated.

Su Beizhi still had a wicked smile on his face, he slowly walked to the pit and squatted down: "How is it, do you have any ideas?"

Qing Kun slowly raised his head. He has calmed down now, but the burden in his heart is getting heavier and heavier.

"Judging by your expression, you should be able to communicate amicably. Su Bezhi raised his hand and shook the two mice in his hand, "In that case, let's talk about it." Whether these two little things will get into your precious disciple's clothes or not depends on your level of awakening. ”

............

And at this moment, the mountain behind the dragon halberd, the incomparably quiet mountain pavilion, is still not contaminated by the disputes outside the mountain at this moment, lonely and independent, and out of the world.

As the distance from Ding Dong Quanming gradually approached, a figure walked slowly. The incomparably hesitant footsteps seem to symbolize the incomparably noisy heart of the comer, and it is difficult to calm down.

Long Tao left the mountain gate alone and returned here again. In the past, whenever he had troubles, he would come to this place and hide. Now, he's back.

Slowly walking into the pavilion, Long Tao sat down on a stone bench. In addition to the cool breeze, there is only the sound of cicadas and spring water.

It was getting dark, and the color of the forest was turning yellow. The bamboo leaves are dyed with the sheen of the setting sun, and the edges look like they are coated with a layer of gold dust.

Long Tao stared blankly at everything around him, but his emotions were not relieved at all.

Because, Long Tao knew in his heart that this time was different from the past.

In the past, it was just his own boredom and grievances. Whenever he was here, he could remember the great elder and the head of the sect who cared for him like a father, and that kind of power was like a mountain that could be relied on, supporting him and never falling.

However, this is no longer the case. The mountain gate suffered, the head of the sect lacked skills, and the great elder was suspicious. The mountains collapsed one after another, and his sense of security suddenly became extremely ethereal and illusory.

And that's not all. The important thing is that even though my homeland is in such a difficult situation, I am powerless to stop it. There's not even a place to help the head of the house.

For a long time, he practiced martial arts diligently. thought that as long as he had superb martial arts, he would be able to solve all the difficulties for the sect. However, it was only now that he felt that such an idea was really a bit funny.

The only thing that accompanied him was the cold dragon halberd. Countless sweats have been shed, but in the end, there is still nothing to be done. Such a sense of powerlessness made him blame himself very much.

He only now realized that he had been in the dragon halberd all these years, but he knew almost nothing about the affairs of the sect. has no distractions and concentrates on practicing martial arts, and when it really comes to the moment when he can serve the sect, he is completely helpless.

"It's funny......" he lay on the stone table, his fingers carefully rubbing the inscription on it.

The sky grew darker and darker, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded. There is no bright pavilion, and Long Tao sits alone. In a few moments, a few salty and wet tears dripped from the cool stone table.

Yuehua gradually climbed up the treetops. A cool breeze swept through the woods, with only a few neighs from the occasional birds.

"Ha ......" Long Tao was intoxicated with his own world, his eyes were empty.

Suddenly, in an instant, the forest wind suddenly sounded, like a frightened string!

At the same time, with a "whoosh", the same sharp weapon pierced through the air and stabbed straight into the gazebo!