The so-called Aoki token is not a big thing worth caring about, and the reason why He Wangshu mentioned it was just for fun, after all, the atmosphere today is somewhat serious, which he is not used to.

The breeze died down, the insects fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze in extreme tension.

Fu Zhi hesitantly returned the Aoki token that he had taken from Lin Yun, and his face was a little hot. Whether Lin Yun did it deliberately or not, but she finally let her succeed, which was somewhat disobedient in the eyes of other uncles.

Qiu Fang is not a fool, after observing in recent days, he also knows that the door rules are the foundation of the door, and the slightest transgression will be punished, so Lang Ran said: "Little junior sister is attached to me, so in addition to this, next time, if there is a punishment, the disciple is willing to bear it."

As soon as these words came out, not only did Fu Zhi's heart feel a warmth, but even Xiong Junqi, who was as cold as ice, also showed a different color, you must know that the laws and regulations in the door are quite strict, especially this kind of behavior that violates the taboo of the sect, the punishment must not be ordinary, but Qiu Fang is willing to bear everything for Fu Zhi, thinking about it carefully, it is somewhat moving.

However, a baby bump like Wu Qiufang, whether from top or bottom, is the heart of Zhou Zong and even He Wangshu and others, not to mention that he is talented and intelligent, he is a rare cultivation wizard in the East Pole Gate in a hundred years, just to say that his contribution to the second generation of disciples has been in the forefront in just a few months, so how dare they bear to be punished.

"Your uncle can really make you retreat for another year and a half."

He Wangshu fiddled with the jade fracture fan, frowned slightly between his eyebrows, and relieved Qiu Fang, although this remark openly admitted Qiu Fang's mistakes, but secretly exonerated him, as if hinting to Zhou Zong, facing Qiu Fang, of course, he could not be punished.

Zhou Zong didn't know how to look at Shu's care for Qiu Fang, so he had to smile and say, "Punishment, of course it can't be punished."

Listening to Zhou Zong's tone, Qiu Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was relaxed, but he heard Zhou Zong continue: "But what if your little junior sister is injured because of you today?"

This is the road that Qiu Fang never envisioned, indeed, although the two are now safe, it does not mean that the two have not fallen into a dangerous situation, if the golden-faced man in black makes a move tonight, he can really protect the little junior sister's thoughtfulness?

The answer is obvious, maybe I try my best, but I am afraid I can't protect it.

Thinking of this, Qiu Fang suddenly felt sweat like rain, and he was afraid in his heart, and even the hand hanging on his leg trembled faintly, maybe he sometimes followed the thoughts of a moment, and did not think of these possible stories, nor did he think that he had actually put Fu Zhi in danger.

Seeing that Qiu Fang was silent and did not answer, Zhou Zong didn't want to embarrass him, although Qiu Fang's child had not done much in the world, but his understanding was not inferior to ordinary people, presumably a few words of mention could make him realize the seriousness of the problem, so he changed the conversation and said, "Tell me, what is the matter with the string book?"

As for how he obtained the string book, Qiu Fang just told Xiong Junqi, of course, Xiong Junqi did not hide this, and had already informed Yu Zhouzong and He Wangshu through the spirit bird.

But Zhou Zong asked at this time, naturally he wanted to go through Qiu Fang's dictation again and carefully taste the whole process.

In the face of Zhou Zong's questions, Qiu Fang naturally did not hide half of it, so he told Zhou Zong in detail about this matter.

I have to say that Qiu Fang's kid always has some staggering adventures, from the beginning of Li Changfeng's sword, whether it is Xuanxiao Nine Thunder Pupils, or the string book and the snake, they have given Zhou Zong many surprises, but these accidents, Zhou Zong doesn't think it's strange, you know, drawing runes out of thin air is a rare genius in a thousand years, Qiu Fang can do this, then the others, naturally, are not a problem.

"So, it's quite an adventure."

Zhou Zong muttered, there was no scolding of Qiufang for being in danger between his words, but in the ears of the young man, he felt a little happy for him.

Thinking of this, Qiu Fang also understood the principle of striking while the iron was hot, and asked the situation: "Uncle Master, if the disciple learns two exercises, will it..."

In the end, Qiu Fang's voice weakened, according to common sense, a door

It is natural for the disciples of the sect to have the skills of their own sect, and if they practice the exercises outside the sect at the same time, in the eyes of others, there is always something inappropriate, and even a betrayal of the sect.

Of course, Qiu Fang knew this truth, but with his character, how could he deceive Zhou Zong, no matter Zhou Zong's final decision, as far as he was concerned, he must say it.

But after all, Zhou Zong has seen too many winds and waves, and he is broad-minded, and he does not study the so-called subsections in detail, but in the face of Qiu Fang's apprehension, he laughed heartily: "What, I'm afraid that I won't let you cultivate?"

Zhou Zong's tone had already told Qiu Fang his answer, and the young man smiled at this, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and still whispered, "Uncle Shi thinks I can cultivate?"

"Practice! How can such a baby not practice!"

As soon as Zhou Zong's words fell, the tense and somewhat frozen air instantly dispersed, especially the reflection of this round of broken moon in the stream, and the refracted white moonlight projected onto Zhou Zong's body, making him appear to be bathed in a clear glow and appear even taller.

Qiu Fang bowed his hand again and said, "But if the disciple is practicing at the same time as Fu Dao and Xianshu, will there be some conflict?"

Qiu Fang's question was not unreasonable, Xiong Junqi and He Wangshu on the side listened to it, and there was a trace of hesitation in their eyes, this matter was a little uncertain for them, and they could neither give affirmation, let alone denial.

But Zhou Zong didn't think so, but put his hands behind the black robe, and said indifferently, "Are you afraid?"

"Disciples are not afraid."

"Since you're not afraid, then let it go, why worry about the rest."

Zhou Zong said casually, it can be seen that he can't give a perfect answer, but this answer is really not perfect?

If you are undecided, go with your heart.

As the dignified head of the East Pole Gate, even if the road ahead is far away, he will never look forward and backward, reluctant to break through, and will not see the future of Pingchuan, this is his belief, and he must grasp the direction for the carriage that is galloping forward for the East Pole Gate, which is also his fate.

Qiu Fang nodded vigorously at Zhou Zong's affirmation, so that he knew what to do in the future.

Seeing that everything that should be said here was finally explained, Zhou Zong smiled indifferently and said, "This moonlight, after watching it for a long time, it's just like that, do you still want to see it again?"

Everyone knew that Zhou Zong really had the idea of going this time, so they all replied, "I don't want to."

Seeing that everyone would understand, Zhou Zong laughed loudly, took an arrow step, and in an instant, the figure disappeared into the night sky, Qiu Fang and others saw this, and got up and followed, and after a while, only the moonlight and gurgling streams were left here.

Los Angeles, Mozong.

Feng Zheng is thoughtful, even if he has suffered a big loss from Dongjimen, he will not be discouraged.

In the spacious hall, a chill came to his face, and Feng Zheng was walking around the room, his brows tightly knit to show that his heart was surging.

But he soon paused, and looked through the window to the outer door, and although it was late at night, he could vaguely see a figure behind the big tree outside the door by the help of the moonlight, slowly walking towards the hall.

Suddenly, his low, hoarse voice trembled as if he were excited. :

"It's late at night, I'm sorry for you."

As Feng Zheng's words fell, a slightly hunched and hunched figure slowly walked into the hall, and the person who came was Mr. Liu, who was trembling with a mahogany dinner plate in his hand, in which a red porcelain bowl was shelved, and a wisp of steaming rose with it, and a strong fragrance wafted from the trend.

"The sect master still drank this bowl of ginseng soup."

Manager Liu said as he respectfully handed over the plate, these little things didn't need him to do it himself, but as a slave who had followed Feng Zheng for many years, no matter what his true identity was, he was always a close person to Feng Zheng on the bright side.

Feng Zheng squinted his eyes and glanced at the ginseng soup held by Mr. Liu, but his eyes were not happy, as if he did not put it in his eyes, and he did not immediately reach out to take it, but instead

It's a saying, "You don't need the things of ordinary people."

For a mortal, a bowl of ginseng soup is more like a blessing from the previous life, many people will live their lives, let alone taste it, even if they smell this strong fragrance, it is just a luxury.

But for a cultivator, this is a sparse and ordinary thing, and it is not even beneficial to cultivation.

Of course, Manager Liu knew that this bowl of ginseng soup was nothing to the kite, but he still stubbornly dragged his hands up, buried his head low, and waited without saying a word.

Seeing this, Feng Zheng smiled faintly at a rare sight, took the ginseng soup on the mahogany dinner plate, and drank it all categorically: "It tastes good."

"Old slave, stay up for a day, wait for the sect master to come back and taste it."

Seeing Feng Zheng drink the ginseng soup, a smile bloomed on Manager Liu's face.

Feng Zheng turned his head to look at him, but then sighed, "The world is bustling, all for profit; The world is crowded, all for profit. Do you think Mo Zong made a profit or a loss this time?"

Feng Zheng's words were not easy to answer, especially as the chief steward of the Mo Sect, it was a bit interesting to say that he was losing and earning, and he pondered for a moment and said, "The sect master feels that if he earns, he will earn, and if the sect master feels that he has lost, he will lose."

"How so?" Feng Zheng raised his eyebrows, and at this time, his eyebrows finally showed a trace of imperceptible tiredness.

"Everything depends on what you think in your heart, especially what the sect master thinks in your heart."

Facing Manager Liu's playful reply, Feng Zheng's eyes were slightly empty.