In fact, what Wang Lin has to do today is very simple.

It is enough to guarantee the letter of resignation.

used to be a security guard, and just made a voice as a cheer, but now he is simply a cameo director, directing the same door to sing with him, these superfluous actions are just a bonus service that Mu Weiliang is not pleasing to the eye, and he is handy.

Although the words of the same door were all made out by him Wang Lin squeezing his eyes.

But the more he listened, the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

This group of fellow disciples, he used to look at them, all of them were those who had been practicing for too long and were self-contained, at most they were spreading gossip and rumors, when did they have these sharp mouths?

The sharper the words, the more he didn't dare to stop the spell in his mouth.

He held the golden light spell tightly, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was a few people who were familiar with him fanning the flames in the crowd.

Mo Cong made up for the loopholes in everyone's words, and Lu Qingkong pulled the other yin and yang musicians in the door, and arranged the words together with Su Banxia and Gu Xianyun.

While teaching the brothers and sisters around them how to speak and ridicule, they took turns in an orderly manner to squeeze this "Holy Son with great things in mind".

With this terrifying golden light spell in front of the door, Mu Weiliang couldn't do anything other than squint his eyes and look at Wang Lin gloomily, so he could only stand in place and be ridiculed by the hundreds of people on the opposite side.

Before everyone could say a few words, they saw the Holy Son take off and fly down the mountain alone.

After he walked away completely and his figure dissipated, Wang Lin slowly put away the golden light charm in his hand and placed it close to his chest.

After this walk, everyone suddenly felt refreshed, and even An Qianxue spit out a mouthful of evil gas that had been accumulated for a long time.

But with that comes uneasiness and worry.

Today was a good day for the two factions to make a good relationship, and they were so angry with the Holy Son of the Immortal Yin Pavilion, was it a bit inappropriate, quite aggressive and rude?

Just as everyone looked at the group of slaves outside the mountain gate with gifts, frowning at the Xianyin Pavilion miscellaneous servants who were left behind, and didn't know how to deal with this matter, Wang Lin turned around and called Senior Sister Meng embarrassedly, and called Meng Shuyue, who had been left out in the cold for a long time.

Meng Shuyue behaved generously, and had been chatting with the female disciples of the Pure Yang Palace before, as if she couldn't see the embarrassing situation of her holy son here, and chatted with them with a smile.

Now that Wang Lin shouted, the female disciples smiled at her apologetically, removed the siege, and made a way for her to pass.

At this time, Wang Lin was free, and there were no more key things to deal with, so he breathed a sigh of relief, untied the wine bottle, and drank it in small sips.

Unlike the increase in the upper limit of aura by drinking alcohol, when Wang Lin's mana was empty, the speed at which the liquor replenished aura was countless times faster than usual.

However, after three or four taels of wine, the aura in his body was filled again, and after simple refining, he made up for most of the mana used before, and refilled the dantian.

When Meng Shuyue was unhurried and moved the lotus step in front of him, Wang Lin, who had returned to perfection, waved his hand, pointed to the large number of gifts outside the door, and smiled at her:

"Senior sister, it's a guest from afar, don't let everyone wait here, it's really hard to bring such a thing over, call them in, put down the things, rest and rest, and go to my reception palace to use some tea."

Although Meng Shuyue should be regarded as Wang Lin's nephew according to his generation.

But as soon as she came, she was a Taoist companion arranged by her master to Wang Lin, and she couldn't match her ordinary seniority, and she had already called him a junior brother in the letter she sent before.

Second, Meng Shuyue is already a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and Wang Lin is not only older.

Thirdly, Wang Lin has now driven away a Holy Son of the Immortal Yin Pavilion, and there is no need to offend another True Inheritance.

Meng Shuyue was also happy to take this senior sister.

She didn't worry about usurping her power, as if she didn't care about the Holy Son, she just waved her hand, and recruited all these slaves who originally only obeyed Mu Weiliang's orders into the Pure Yang Palace.

Everything was done, and there was no division commander in charge here, so Wang Lin arranged for everyone to stay without authorization.

After turning around and thanking everyone for An Qianxue, he used the identity of the little uncle to let everyone disperse quickly, no longer have to stand here and wait for the two elders to return, and then accompany them to do any etiquette and rituals, and all of them will return to the peak to cultivate.

Everyone had long wanted to go back to practice with peace of mind, and each of them happily accepted the order, summoned a hundred magic weapons, and immediately flew up.

After this previous incident, a large number of arrogant disciples who were originally willing to bow down to Wang Lin after meeting in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were also willing to shout happily in the air at this time: "Thank you, little uncle!" ”

Mo Cong, An Qianxue, and Su Banxia all felt that their presence was redundant at this time, so they didn't say a word, and after silently signaling to Wang Lin, they left quickly.

Gu Xianyun wanted to keep it and see how the research and research of the Daoist couple, which was completely different from the original situation, would develop in the future, and what variables would come out of it.

But Su Banxia couldn't look at her well, even if the two of them had thought of an idea together before, and scolded that Mu Weiliang was bloody, but at this moment, they still hated each other.

So Su Banxia jumped out in one step, leaned into Gu Xianyun's ear, and joked softly:

"Uncle Gu also take care of himself, what about my nephew, I still advise Uncle Shi not to spoil the scenery here, if you wait and see two cylinders of tears, I can't cure your blindness."

Gu Xianyun was frowning and pondering, constantly thinking about the impact of these changes that have deviated from the original development on her future layout and planning, when Su Banxia's joke suddenly broke into her ears, and she was irritated for a while.

She looked at Su Banxia with unkind eyes, but she didn't let Su Banxia be separated, but instead let her lean closer to her side, while pretending to be aggrieved, she pulled her sleeve and said:

"Look, didn't I just tell the truth a few more times, my sister is like this, why bother to stay any longer? My crane is not here today, or Uncle Shi will still recruit your green leaves, and take my little sister and me for a ride, hehe. ”

Su Banxia dragged Gu Xianyun away and let her leave with her.

Only Wang Lin and Meng Shuyue are left here.

The expression on Meng Shuyue's face changed, she was no longer the gentle and amiable appearance, her smile became playful, her eyes were sly curved, and she said bluntly:

"Senior Brother Wang Lin is acting so arrogantly, aren't you really afraid that you will miss the important matter between my Xianyin Pavilion and your Pure Yang Palace?"

There was no one around, and Wang Lin didn't want to bother to put on some people who were dedicated to the sect, or to say something high-sounding.

He sat on the ground, took out the golden light charm and pinched it, and said straight to the point:

"I heard that the Holy Son of your Immortal Sound Pavilion is the only condition for bloodline and physique? No wonder the Holy Son can't do it, the pattern is too small, and the whole person is stupid. But even so, he is not a real fool after all, he dared to provoke trouble before, he already understood, a little friction between you and my disciples will not affect the overall situation of the two factions at all, then I am naturally not afraid of the consequences of this counterattack, and I want to be happy and neat. ”

After finishing speaking, Wang Lin looked at the sky, felt that it was almost time for lunch, and was anxious to find food to eat, so he said bluntly:

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Meng, I'm in a hurry, don't play with me, don't say anything uncompatible, just say what conditions you have, what help do you want from my side when you fight for power and profit in the future."