The silence lasted for I don't know how long.

If it weren't for the thin fog outside the door that refused to dissipate for a long time, Qiu Fang probably felt that an hour had passed.

Zhou Zong finally sighed, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "It's really like the temper of the eighth child."

The brothers of Dongjimen have always had a very good relationship with each other, and when they talk about each other, they are mostly called by the eldest, not by their names.

This point, Qiu Fang naturally knows that listening to Zhou Zong's tone today, the person who saved him seems to be his eighth uncle, and it is no wonder that the ability of the man in black that day is indeed exactly the same as the talisman of the East Pole Gate, but there are also seven or eight points of similarity, he should have guessed that the other party must also be a person from the East Pole Gate.

"Qiufang, you have done a great job this time!"

Zhou Zong suddenly smiled at Qiu Fang, the laughter resounded throughout the room, and after a long time, it was not broken, and it could be seen that Zhou Zong's joy was beyond words.

The joy of life is not much, but it is not a small thing, and reunion after a long absence should be one of them. Putting aside the difficulties of mortals, if the cultivators really want to see each other, whether it is separated by thousands of miles of wasteland or across the mountains and rivers, as long as they are willing to come and go, they will be extremely close, for Zhou Zong and others, lighting a spirit bird talisman, thinking, confiding, and inviting are extremely simple things, and it is not difficult for old friends to get together.

But today is a little different, the relationship between brothers and sisters is different from ordinary friends, there has been no news for eighteen years, and they are always worried. Even if I don't mention it on weekdays, I will always think about it in my heart, and imagine seeing it in the clouds and mist of other mountains, in the Panasonic Stone Pavilion, a pot of wine, a cup of tea, a game of chess, with fun on my lips and my heart in my hands, that is the most joyful thing in life.

Although he had never seen anyone, but he saw things and thought about people, holding the phantom cloud sac of the eighth child in his hand, Zhou Zong seemed to see the voice and smile of the person who had been gone for a long time, how could he not laugh out loud.

"Go, go and call them all to me!"

Zhou Zong pointed to the door in high spirits, and without saying it thoroughly, He Wangshu understood its meaning, and went out of the door with a flash, such a happy event is naturally to be shared with everyone, which can be regarded as a happy event.

After a while, Zhou Zong's room was already full of senior brothers and sisters, and there was no trace of gloom on everyone's faces, even the old and serious Duan Mou, the folds on his face were also filled with smiles, but when he looked at it in the autumn boat, he felt that it was better for him not to smile.

"This stinky boy has always been there." Zhou Zong smiled heartily at everyone.

"Senior brother, I can't call a stinky boy, so if you count it, the eighth child is not confused." Lin Yun did not sit down, but paced excitedly in the room, and when he saw Zhou Zong scolding with a smile, he hurriedly corrected him.

"Why, in my eyes, it's the stinky boy, you all are."

As soon as Zhou Zong's words fell, he pointed at Cao Zibu, Xiong Junqi, He Wangshu and others, and his smile did not diminish at all.

Although Duan Mou was happy in his heart, he still didn't forget to mention the matter: "From this point of view, it makes sense, the eighth latent Mo Sect, the letter you received must have also come from him."

Zhou Zong nodded when he heard this, and agreed with Duan Mou's words, and then spat again: "Why has he refused to contact us for the past eighteen years, this is not a difficult matter."

"The eighth child's temperament, everyone knows it, he is a tendon in the face of trouble, he usually plays ruthlessly, he is the best, if it weren't for Qiu Fang's mistake to force him to make a move, I'm afraid he won't say anything until the fall of the Mo Sect." He Wangshu said leisurely, as if he knew the eighth child very well.

Qiu Fang couldn't help muttering, "Under the contact that night, I don't think my Eighth Senior Uncle is a ruthless person." But he didn't dare to say this, for fear of disturbing everyone's interest.

Zhou Zong didn't refute either, pursed his lips and nodded slowly, and then said, "It's not bad, since he is here, then don't worry too much, he will definitely send news back about the secret treasures of the three major families."

"It's really a wave of unsettled, and after this battle, Feng Zheng is afraid that he hates us to the core." Duan Mou said in a deep voice, but looking at his expression, he didn't have the slightest fear, but he was a little expectant.

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, we have discussed it just now, for the time being

To shelter that... Who's that?" Zhou Zong was in high spirits, and for a moment he couldn't remember Ah Yu's life, so he turned his head to Qiu Fang and asked.

"Ahyu." Qiu Fang replied briefly.

"Yes, there must be many secrets behind this fish, which is related to the bloody case of the Eighth Prince, and it is worth digging into." Zhou Zong said.

"Senior Brother Chief, although this is a good idea, but over there in the Imperial City..."

"Renjun's side, I'll deal with it, Qiufang's trouble, it will indeed gain some reputation, but it hasn't touched Renjun's bottom line, as long as his identity is not made public, that Renjun won't pursue it too much." Zhou Zong said indifferently, he paused, and suddenly became serious, "Old Seven, you are just recovering from your injuries, you don't have to take any more risks, you are also an idle character, it is better to go outside and inquire about the fairy pupil."

Seeing that Zhou Zong had arranged a new task, Cao Zibu naturally would not shirk, and responded seriously, and then stopped speaking, in Qiu Fang's impression, this uncle was a little taciturn, but this taciturn was a little different from Xiong Junqi, and it was a little warmer.

No one paid attention to what Qiu Fang was thinking, Zhou Zong gathered everyone, on the one hand, to make the news of the eighth child public, and on the other hand, when he saw Qiu Fang wake up, he should also start to arrange the current affairs.

"The Demon Slayer Conference was ruined, Feng Zheng originally wanted to earn face, but now he let Qiu Fang earn it, how could Feng Zheng be willing to do this, but before the time to tear his face, they each told their disciples that if there was a verbal conflict with the disciples of the Mo Sect in the city, they must not act recklessly." Zhou Zongyi told everyone that as the head of a family, he can always take a good position at the critical moment, instead of He Wangshu who always has a hippie smile on his face.

"Understand, I've given orders to keep a low profile and not kick their noses in the face." Zhong Kou was as calm as ever, he had already thought of this festival, and without waiting for Zhou Zong's instructions, he had already arranged it.

When Zhou Zong heard this, he nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Lin Yun again: "Over there in Huguo Temple, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of my body in recent days, the eighth child is in the dark, you are in the light, keep an eye on it, the head of the Yao family, I don't believe that she will really concentrate on cultivating Buddhism."

"But the way she looks looks is true, and as far as I know, she hasn't been out of the temple since the Great War." In Lin Yun's mouth, she was naturally Yao Yi, who mastered the key to the secret treasures of the three major families, but when she said this, she didn't seem to agree with Zhou Zong's assertion.

Zhou Zong smiled strangely and muttered, "The head of the family is never a simple person. Don't worry, just keep an eye on it, there is very little news from Lao Ba, presumably the wind and politics are quite hidden, if we want to intervene sideways, we can't avoid Yao Yi's hurdle."

Seeing that Zhou Zong's hand was raised slightly, his voice was deep and majestic, and there was an inexplicable sense of shocking convincing, Lin Yun no longer expressed his opinion, and nodded straightforwardly, which can be regarded as a promise.

"Uncle Master, what do I need to do?"

Seeing that everyone has a task, Qiu Fang does not want to be idle, since he has returned to the door, he has to do something to not waste his time.

Qiu Fang took the initiative to receive the order, Zhou Zong smiled with relief, propped up his body from the Taishi chair, rested his elbows on the armrests, and said sideways, "What do you want to do?"

Qiu Fang was stunned for a moment, after going down the mountain, almost all the way was what the uncles said, and he did something, as if he never thought about what he wanted to do.

Seeing that the young man looked confused, the smile on Zhou Zong's face became even stronger, and he said with interest, "After this battle, what do you think of?"

"If you want to get married, let your fifth uncle be a matchmaker for you, and marry Fu Zhi's girl to you, from now on, the husband sings and the wife follows, wandering the world, isn't it beautiful?"

He Wangshu on the side gently shook the jade fracture fan in his hand, and the black slob hanging below gently swayed in the air, he was in a good mood today, and saw that Qiu Fang was deeply confused, and he still couldn't help but interject a sentence to come in, which made Qiu Fang look ashamed when he landed, and he only felt that he was embarrassed in front of all the uncles, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Nonsense."

Xiong Junqi finally opened his mouth and scolded, although the voice of the cold-faced swordsman was cold, but his heart was warm, he saw Qiufang fall into an embarrassing field, and he actually spoke out to solve the siege, although this way of solving the siege was a bit blunt, but

In the past, it was not seen by the people.

Zhou Zong also ignored He Wangshu's ridicule, and comforted Qiu Fang in a loud voice: "Don't worry, think slowly, and tell me when you think about it, anyway, Dongji Gate is your home, you can see whoever you want to see these days, eat when you want, sleep when you want, and think about it while playing."

When Qiu Fang heard this, he didn't rush to talk, but lowered his eyelids slightly, time slowly passed in his contemplation, and he woke up from a dream, as if he was still standing on the high platform deliberately raised by Mozong for the Demon Slayer Conference at the last moment, and all eyes were focused on him, the strength of Feng Zheng, Li Changfeng's earth-shattering sword, and the purple flowers that Ah Yu resisted Feng Zheng's blow, all poured into his mind, as if in front of them, he was indeed a weakling, a complete weakling.

"Uncle Shi, I want to be stronger!"

Qiu Fang suddenly raised his head, his eyes were firm, like a rough boulder standing on the top of the mountain, let him wind and rain blow, I didn't move.

Zhou Zong looked at him, and everyone also looked at him, all of them fell into silence, they didn't know how to answer Qiu Fang's words, but they felt a fiery desire surging in Qiu Fang's body.

This is something they have never seen since they knew Akifang.

The little Taoist priest who had just come down the mountain didn't seem to understand anything, didn't understand anything, and was a complete hairy boy, but the light in his eyes today showed that he was very different from the beginning.

Qiu Fang has never been afraid of death, and he is definitely not on the side of other cultivators, yearning for immortality, chasing immortality, and coveting immortality. But he now knows that although life and death are a fixed number, this fixed number needs to be in his own hands, just like the difference between dying and throwing corpses in the wilderness.

And the premise of dragging it in your own hands is to ——— become stronger!

"Good! Then I know what to do for you."

Zhou Zong's voice was like thunder, hovering in the room.

A few feet outside the door, there were two figures, one blue and one blue, floating lightly on the courtyard wall.