Looking at the back of the little Taoist boy in the distance, Lu Hong frowned slightly.

For the heirs of Xinghua, Daoxiang, and Zenyin, it is definitely a big deal to accept apprentices, and their apprentices are often the next heirs of the three villages, and there has been no exception for many years.

And accepting apprentices often means that you have to retreat into the background, like Ye Baima and Shen Shenhe, after receiving Wuchen and Skylark, it is equivalent to quitting the cultivation world.

Even in Xinghua Village, although Sun Yao is Lu Hong's master, he always asks Lu Hong and the elders to make up their minds whenever something happens.

There are no two days in the sky, there are no two masters in the country, and the same is true for the three villages, and there can only be one real master.

The lark is only in his early twenties, but when he is in his prime, and when he is in high spirits, Daoxiang has also spent a lot of effort to cultivate such a number one person, how can he let him retreat into the background at this time?

With the nature of a lark, how can he be willing to retreat into the background?

So, the blood on his hands ......

The lark had already gone away, but Lu Hong had already smelled the smell of killing and the smell of blood.

"There's... Presbyterian?",

Following the direction where the lark came, Lu Hong saw a big house, which was taller, larger, and more magnificent than the nearby grass house.

In Xinghua, Daoxiang and Zenyin, only the elders of the three villages can build such a grand style.

Sun Yao said: "What we are going to now is also the Council of Elders",

"Our elders in Xinghua Village, all the elders and the people of the Ji family are there, they have been waiting for you for a long time," she added.

"People from the Ji family?", Lu Hong smiled: "I still remember the eldest son of the Ji family, he is an ambitious person, he is less than thirty years old, his heart should not be cold",

Sun Yao said: "Not only is it not cold, but it is also much hotter than before, and he has also made a little reputation outside over the years, and his ambition is of course greater than before."

Lu Hong smiled: "A man must be ambitious after all, this is a good thing",

Sun Yao said: "But if he uses this heart on you, it will be very bad."

Lu Hong's eyes moved, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Qing'er snorted: "The people of the Ji family still dare to have ambitions for the young master, do they want to rebel?"

Sun Yao took a deep look at Lu Hongdao: "People are restless, no one wants to be subservient to others, especially young and powerful people, Ji Shao'an is in the prime of life, and he has strength, he will never settle down",

"Ji Shaokang has always been very loyal, the people of the Ji family have guarded the sword house for thousands of years, but no one can guarantee that they will always be loyal, especially when this loyalty conflicts with their family interests."

Lu Hongdao: "Now there is a conflict, because the Ji family's generation has produced a Ji Shao'an",

"Yes, originally, with his qualifications, he was competing with you for the identity of sword cultivation inheritance, but we didn't give him a chance, and he must have been resentful in his heart."

"I have to tell you that the matter is already very serious, otherwise, the village chief and I would not be waiting for you here",

"Now, they are also waiting for you, waiting to attack you",

Lu Hong's heart moved, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

The people and elders of the Ji family were waiting to challenge him, but Liu Yang and Sun Yao left the Council of Elders at this time, which was to clearly stand on his side.

The elders in the Council of Elders have always been at odds with each other, but no one has been willing to tear their faces for a long time, and now it is time for a showdown, and the seriousness of the matter can be seen from this.

Not far away, the chirping of a night owl could be heard......

Legend has it that the night owl is a bird of ancient mythology, which has no magic power in itself, but is extremely cunning, and can always set a trap for its prey to fall into the trap and throw itself into the net.

It is said that if a hunter's trap clamps a night owl's foot is clamped, the night owl will bite off its claws in order to get out, so since ancient times, the night owl has only one foot.

Night stalkers are ferocious, and people with the name of night stalkers will naturally not be good people.

Three years ago, Lu Hong left Xinghua and went out to practice with Sun Yao, and he already had the title of little grandmaster when he was in the mortal world, and after entering the cultivation world, he was like a dragon entering the sea, soaring into the sky, from the master disciple of the Red Mansion to the concubine of Qingqiu Kingdom, from Yuan Chungang's personal disciple to the first person on the C-character celebrity list, his identity, status, and fame are rising day by day.

At the beginning, Ren Feixian was injured by Du Hehuan, and knowing that his fate was not long enough, he asked Xuewei to send back the token of the sword cultivation inheritance; Ji Shaokang tried his best to lobby the elders of the Elders Church, hoping that his son Ji Shaoan would take over the inheritance.

Ji Shao'an is smart and wise, and at the age of fourteen, he learned the swordsmanship of the Ji family, and realized the three flavors of Moqing's sword sound stunt, and was known as the genius of the Ji family for a hundred years.

Therefore, Ji Shaokang's recommendation of him is very convincing.

But Sun Yao and Liu Yang didn't give him this opportunity, they chose Lu Hong, who was only six years old.

At that time, Lu Hong was just a hairy child wearing open crotch pants, but the genius that the Ji family had not seen in a hundred years lost to this hairy child.

Ji Shao'an was deeply ashamed, Lu Hong took the inheritance token, and on the day he held the sacrifice in Jianlu, he left Xinghua Village, and disappeared from the world.

But a few years later, a person with the name of Night Stalker in the northern region of Shenzhou suddenly rose up and became a terrifying demon killer on the black list.

It is said that the sword of the night owl is as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder, and it seals its throat with blood.

It is said that the night owl's music skills are better than the Heavenly Demon Qin, which is ranked nineteenth on the black list, but there are not many people who are qualified enough for him to use music to kill.

It is said that the people of the Northern Regions, as long as they hear the cry of the night stalker, should run far away, because the night stalker does not kill people for money, he just likes to kill, whether men, women or children, he has no taboos to kill.

These are all said, perhaps chasing after the wind, but what many people know is that the clever and eccentric porcelain doll and Ying are at the bottom of the black list, the terrifying Heavenly Demon Qin is ranked nineteenth, and the night owl is ranked eleventh.

At this time, the candlelight in the room was dim, and several long shadows were reflected on the large table, and the seats on the south side were empty, and four or five people sat on each side.

Many of the people sitting here are old people, and only old people can stay up to the position of elders.

In the south position, there was a middle-aged man in the prime of life, with a sturdy physique, his face gloomy, and his fingers gently rubbing showed his inner uneasiness.

Ji Shaokang is a rigorous, introverted person, he rarely takes risks, even when he was young, he was not as ambitious as young people now, he has always been a person who keeps to himself.

But those who keep to themselves will also throb in their hearts.

He will not throb for money and beauty, but he will fight again for the future of his son.

In anyone's opinion, this reason is very legitimate, but he is still a little apprehensive in his heart, because he knows that the opponent he will face today is not simple.

He glanced a little uneasily at the man who was almost hidden in the darkness and was gently stroking the one-legged bird with his well-maintained hands.