Second Elder Jianyi refuted: "Lack of greed! This book was not written by her! "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs" is also of some use in addition to my ghost temple, if she takes it to another family, the other family will directly beat her out! What's more, it's just the upper half, and it's just the upper part, and it's pure chicken ribs!"

The other elders had their own ideas, but they saw Wen Bai take the case. Wen Bai reprimanded angrily: "Since Senior Brother Jianyi thinks that "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs" is chicken, please don't watch it, and don't learn it!"

Jianyi said: "Wen Bai, it's only the first half, but you are so confident in it, don't you already know the second half?"

Wenbai was furious. "Jianyi, you are spewing blood! My granddaughter kindly donated books, and you slandered us for private collection?"

The other elders also felt that Jianyi had said too much, and they all spoke out to persuade them.

Jianyi took a step back and said, "Hall Master, An Xian is young, and she has just arrived, how can she be qualified to be the deacon of the Secret Archive? Let her calm down and study for two years first." ”

Wen Bai shot the case again, and saw that he was going to quarrel again. Wen Bottle waved his hand. "That's enough! This matter is settled! Leisure, you take this jade slip and token and take over the secret archive!"

The jade slip that An Xian had just donated turned around in the hands of these old men, returned to An Xian's hands, and turned back a token engraved with "Dianku Zhi".

In fact, everyone still wanted to ask the hall master who was the idle master, but the hall master sent a message to drive people away, and everyone had to disperse.

Wen Zhu sat alone for a while, and suddenly slapped his palm, smashing his beloved teacup. "Damn! How dare you threaten me!"

An Xian's letter to him did not write anything about her master, only three names and a few words that were not salty or light.

Of these three names, two of them are his grandsons and one is his granddaughter.

These three children were born with spiritual roots and have good talents. Wen Zun felt that the decay of the Ghost Temple was unstoppable, and he was reluctant to let them be abandoned in the Ghost Temple, so he secretly sent them out and invested them in three major sects.

Over the years, Wen Zhu secretly gave away all the treasures of the ghost temple for spirit stones, pills, and utensils for the three children. The storehouse of the Ghost Temple was almost hollowed out by the Wen Bottle.

Originally, Wen Zhu was not afraid of things being revealed. He doesn't have a few years to live, and no one else knows about it, only he understands it in his heart. He was poisoned and there was no cure. When he died, the people of the Ghost Temple found that the sect had become an empty shelf, so what? His three grandsons had already become the core disciples of the great sect, and they were innocent, and no one would have anything to do with him.

An Xian suddenly jumped out and shook out these three names, how could Wen Zun not be frightened? Once this matter was exposed, Wen Zun would die, and his grandchildren would also be ruined, and they would be abolished and thrown out by those big sects as spies for the Ghost Temple.

Wen Zhu wanted to strangle An Xian immediately, but he didn't dare. An Xian also said a few words on the letter: "What do these three names mean?" My master knew very well that his old man said that if something happened to me in the ghost temple, he would write this story into a book, distribute it, and spread it widely. ”

Wen Bai led An Xian out of the main hall of the Ghost Temple, and a young man hurriedly ran up. "Grandpa......" The young man's eyes fell on An Xian, and he was very affectionate.

An Xian was a little distracted for a while.

Wuhua had already bathed, changed into a clean Ghost Temple disciple's cultivation uniform, and was refreshed.

At this time, compared with him more than two hundred years later, he is thin, young, handsome, a little less elegant, but more agile.

"Hua'er, this is your sister! Don't be rude!" Wen Bai scolded.

An Xian turned his head in astonishment and looked at Wen Bai.

Wen Bai said solemnly: "An Xian, this is your half-brother Wuhua! Although you have been promoted to deacon, he is the son of your father's wife, and his status is more valuable than yours, and he is two days older than you, so you must respect him." ”

Rest is so surprised.

Wuhua was also shocked, An Xian looked so mature, how could he be younger than him?

Wen Bai was a little proud, and then explained: "Wuhua, you are sixteen years old this year, and you are at peace, and your bone age is also sixteen years old. An Xian, you were born on the eleventh day of March, and Wuhua was born on the ninth day of March, two days older than her!" Wen Bai raised two fingers proudly.

An glanced at Wen Bai with great resentment, got up and walked over, and Ying Ying bowed. "Eleven has seen my brother. ”

She was a little annoyed, and a little happy.

Annoyedly, she is always used to thinking of herself as a thousand-year-old female ghost, forgetting her real age after being reborn, so that she is secretly Chen Cang by Wen Bai.

In fact, being called Wuhua's younger brother, she herself is a little awkward. When she was a ghost, Wuhua had always been her most respected elder.

As for the difference between Wen Bai's words, An Xian didn't mind. She believed that Wuhua would not alienate her because of this.

Wuhua hurriedly helped up An Xian. "Sister...... My sister doesn't need to be polite. ”

The corners of Wen Bai's mouth were slightly upturned, and treacherous tricks flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

The ghost temple pays attention to the order of the young and the old. Wuhua is a brother-in-law, and according to the rules of the sect, he can manage everything about his sister who has not left the cabinet, including who to marry her. With this article, even if he, an old man, dies, Wuhua can eat An Xian to death. Wen Bai thought that he had pinched the door of Anxian's life, and he was very proud.

"Your sister has been put in charge of the Vault. She's just getting started, and she doesn't know anything about the big or small affairs of my ghost temple. Wuhua, you are an elder brother, you have to do your best, help her take care of the secret archive, don't make people laugh at the old man who taught Sun Wufang. ”

Wen Bai chattered a few words, and then threw An Xian to Wuhua.

Wuhua has a new sister, and she is overjoyed. When Wen Bai was there, he just smirked vigorously, and when Wen Bai was gone, he didn't know what to do. After rubbing his hands for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence, "You are actually my sister! I used to call you sister! hehe......

An Xianxin said: You still say that I look like your mother!" Brother, you take me around and recognize the way. ”

"Eh, you come with me!" Wuhua naturally stretched out his hand. An Xian put his hand in his hand and let him hold it.

"Senior brother, this is my sister Anxi!

"Oh, congratulations!"

"Uncle Shi, this is my sister's kind of dear!"

"Yes, you're in luck. ”

Wuhua introduced loudly when he met people, and his pride was overflowing. However, those Ghost Temple disciples were a little faint, and they ignored Wuhua, and by the way, they only glanced at An Xian and walked away.

Wuhua didn't seem to notice everyone's coldness, and he was happy all the way, as if he wanted to take a loudspeaker and announce it to the whole world. An Xian saw that he was happy, so he laughed all the way.

Table ...... Cousin ......" Wuhua squeezed An Xian's hand and suddenly tightened, and he stammered when he spoke.

An Xian looked up, and two young men walked on the opposite side. These two people are only relatively strong, and their appearance is also very ordinary. The ghost puppets that followed them were just two ordinary green-haired ghouls. An Xian didn't know why Wuhua was so nervous.