Everyone had just eaten lunch, and Long Congyun came to the door with the disciples of the Sword Holding Hall.

At the head of the team, Long Congyun, who was dressed in the black robe of the Seven Stars of the Sect, glanced at everyone, and finally landed on Song Yueming's body.

"It's you who made a big fuss in the martial arts arena today?" asked Long Congyun with cold eyes.

"The master is him, and today he is the disciple who saw it with his own eyes. Before everyone could respond, Lang Chaosha, who had already recovered from his injuries, pointed at Song Yueming and said.

Xu Han, who wanted to confuse this matter first, was trying to send Song Yueming out of Linglong Pavilion in a way, and his heart sank when he saw this.

A few days ago, he beat this Lang Chaosha for a while, presumably the other party has long held a grudge, and with him to testify, I am afraid that this matter will be difficult to be good.

And Fang Ziyu and the others obviously thought of this, and their faces were gloomy at that time.

"Did I ask you?" But unexpectedly, Long Congyun frowned at that time and reprimanded coldly.

The expression on Lang Chaosha's face froze, after all, he didn't dare to disobey his master, and hurriedly lowered his head and took a step back.

Long Congyun's actions were beyond Xu Han's expectations, making the young man's eyebrows raised, but he didn't make a sound.

After reprimanding Lang Chaosha, Long Congyun turned his head to look at Song Yueming again.

"Song Yueming, I have already asked the disciples of the martial arts arena before I came today, and they all said that the appearance of the troublemaker is very similar to you, you should tell the deity where you were this morning, are you really messing around in the martial arts arena, or..."

As soon as he said this, a hint of discoloration flashed in Xu Han's eyes.

From the moment he heard that Long Congyun was wrong, and now his remarks were even more clear to Song Yueming.

Xu Han didn't have time to think about why Long Congyun suddenly changed his temperament, he hurriedly stepped forward to exonerate Song Yueming.

"That's right, it's me!" But before he could take a step, Song Yueming took the lead in taking a step, only to see him holding his head high and saying so.

Xu Han couldn't wait to lift his sword at that time and poke seven or eight holes out of Song Yueming, who was full of benevolence and morality...

This matter is about to take a turn for the better, and he's good, he can't go down the steps, so he has to find his own death...

And the gaze in Long Congyun's eyes was also condensed at that time, and he was also very surprised that Song Yueming admitted this matter so frankly.

"Do you know what crime you have committed?" he asked in a calm voice, his eyes and voice darkening.

"Song is just for the thousand-year-old foundation of Linglong Pavilion, that sword technique is really problematic, Song doesn't want to see the sect go astray, so why do it?" Song Yueming seemed to be determined to be hard-hearted, and said loudly at that time.

Long Congyun's face became more and more gloomy, and he stared at Song Yueming with cold eyes for a long time.

Everyone in Xiao Xuan's window fell into a deathly silence.

Song Yueming's actions were almost putting himself in a dead end, and everyone wanted to save him, but they didn't know how to save him.

And Lang Chaosha, who was behind Long Congyun, saw Song Yueming like this, and his face was even more smiling. Secret Dao: Today is the death date of your Song Yueming.

"What a crime!" Finally, after a long silence, Long Congyun spoke again.

"Come on, Song Yueming didn't respect the teacher, made a big fuss in the martial arts field, and insulted the door, and scolded me with a cane. ”

Long Congyun said, such a decision made Xu Han's face change again, the Thirty Boards can really be regarded as torture, but it is not too difficult to resist with the cultivation of Song Yueming's Three Yuan Realm. This was definitely an unexpected surprise compared to the consequences that Xu Han was worried about, and for this reason, his gaze at Long Congyun became more and more strange.

What the new head of the sect was thinking, Xu Han couldn't understand.

When the disciple of the Sword Holding Hall behind him heard this, he immediately stepped forward and pressed Song Yueming to the ground, and he was about to be executed.

"Master, before I came, Elder Taishang said that he would severely punish this person. But Nalang Chaosha was obviously dissatisfied, and he looked at Long Congyun anxiously and said.

Fang Ziyu and the others immediately frowned when they heard this, and Xu Han's eyes when he looked at Na Lang Chaosha were even more murderous.

Long Congyun turned his head and asked indifferently, "Then what do you mean, how should this matter be handled?"

Lang Chaosha, who was overwhelmed by hatred, didn't smell the displeasure in Long Congyun's tone at all, and he said impatiently: "Song Yueming caused trouble to the mountain gate, disturbed the cultivation of all disciples, and slandered the Taishang Elder, his crime is no different from the rebellion of the sect, and he should be punished!"

As soon as the word "punishment" fell, everyone's hearts were cold, and the degree of viciousness of this Lang Chaosha was far beyond everyone's expectations.

"Good!" Long Congyun shouted.

When Lang Chaosha heard this, he secretly thought that Long Congyun agreed with him, and his face suddenly opened with joy, but the next moment Long Congyun changed his words.

"Well said!" Long Congyun's eyes narrowed, and his voice suddenly became cold, "Since you have such an opinion. ”

"Then do you want me to give you this position as the head of the sect?"

On the three words "Lang Chaosha", Long Congyun bit the word very hard, Lang Chaosha also came back to his senses at this time, he looked at his master, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly lowered his head: "Don't dare." ”

As he spoke, his forehead was already covered with dense cold sweat.

"Hmph!" Long Congyun waved his sleeves and looked back at the disciple of the Sword Hall, "Why don't you do it yet, isn't it useful for me to speak in this palm teaching?"

Long Congyun's voice became more and more cold, and those disciples of the Sword Hall saw that he was really angry, how dare they be disobedient, and they all raised the wooden staff in their hands and knocked it down towards Song Yueming.

......

"It hurts!!it hurts!!"

There were bursts of Song Yueming's heart-rending screams in the inner room of Xiao Xuan's window.

Qin Keqing and Fang Ziyu outside the house looked at each other and shook their heads a little helplessly.

Song Yueming had eaten enough of thirty boards, and Long Congyun left with everyone. This time, Song Yueming's injured parts were more private, and Xu Han could only personally go into battle to apply ointment to him.

"Brother Song really doesn't have a long memory, Long Congyun gave him the steps, why should Brother Song bother to ask for hardship?" Xu Han glanced at Song Yueming, who was gritting his teeth in pain, and said angrily.

"Brother Xu's words are wrong, if Song Mou went down that step, wouldn't he admit his mistake, but Song Mou didn't do anything wrong, why should he admit his mistake?" Song Yueming, who was lying on the bed on his back, refuted with a straight face.

Xu Han knew that he had such a temperament, if it was in normal times, he could let him be like this. But now that Song Yueming continues like this, there will be some chaos if he can't keep it, so after Xu Han groaned slightly, he said again: "Brother Song has to remember today's lesson, and don't do this reckless thing again." ”

"Brother Xu!" Song Yueming, who had always been obedient to Xu Hanyan, retorted at this time. "You know better than me the dangers of that sword technique, if you continue to practice like this, Linglong Pavilion will only have a dead end. There is a way to have eggs under the nest, isn't Brother Xu in a hurry?

Xu Han paused when he heard the action of applying the ointment, and after hesitating for a long time, he still said: "The matter of Linglong Pavilion, the strength we are waiting for is really too meager... Xu thinks that we should find another plan..."

"What does Brother Xu mean?" Song Yueming seemed to hear Xu Han's words, he sat up, turned his head to look at Xu Han, such an action naturally caused a sharp pain, he stood up reflexively, but his eyes were staring at Xu Han.

For some reason, under Song Yueming's gaze, Xu Han secretly felt a little ashamed. But he still said: "Brother Song... Leaving Qingshan without worrying about the lack of firewood, this matter needs to be considered in the long run, and I think that it is the safest way to avoid the civil strife in Linglong Pavilion for the time being..."

"This is Brother Xu's method?" Song Yueming looked at Xu Han with calm eyes.

"Hmm. Xu Han nodded heavily, but he couldn't say anything about trying to persuade Song Yueming to leave with him.

There was a long silence between the two.

"Song understands, Brother Xu's position is different from Song's after all..."

"Why do you want Brother Song to stay here, you and I will leave with you to plan for a good life, it's not nothing..."Xu Han said.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Yuemingsheng.

"Song can't persuade Brother Xu to stay, how do you think you can let Song leave?" The young man looked at Xu Han with calm eyes, "Besides, there are some things that Song must do... This is Song's mission, and it is also the mission of the disciples of Linglong Pavilion..."

Mission...

Xu Han was stunned, he had heard these two words more than once.

For example, the current of the sea on the Great Abyss Mountain, such as the master who ran away on a snowy night, and Song Yueming in front of him.

Although he couldn't compare to the cultivation of the first two, when he said this, the momentum around the young man's body was inexplicably even better...

"I see..."Xu Han always nodded at that time. "Then what is Brother Song going to do?"

When the young man heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Heaven must not be divulged. ”