Fang Zhile only glanced at Qingzheng and ignored it, let alone speak.

Although this woman looks like a flower, she is much more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the world where she used to be, but her surname is too spicy, and she is trying to be in charge of the house in every possible way. To put it bluntly, he is a scheming master, and he still doesn't mess with it, who knows what tragic things will happen to this spicy woman if she gets angry.

Fang Zhile's surname is like this, he can treat him with a smile if he doesn't provoke his bottom line, but once he is angry, he can do crazy things.

Naturally, I won't be afraid of a woman.

Holding the wooden stick, Fang Zhile took a deep breath, calmed down his slightly irritable mood, looked up at the coffin again, and finally looked down on the big word 'Dian' on the table, stared for a long time, slowly squatted down, took the charcoal stove that burned to pitch black, raised the wooden stick and tapped it gently.

At the same time, he whispered softly -

"Witnessing Master's death, there are peach blossoms outside the sound pavilion, and the wind in the distance is farther away than in the distance, whose cry whimpers, tears pouring down.

Whoever returns this distant place to heaven and earth, one is called the previous life, the other is called the afterlife, whose piano whimpers and tears are surging.

In the distance, only a piece of peach blossoms is condensed in death, and the bright moon is like a mirror, hanging high on the Pinghu Lake, reflecting the thousands of years.

Your piano whimpered, your tears were gone, and you crossed the rivers and lakes alone. ”

The voice is like a song, but it is more penetrating than the song, echoing in the pavilion, falling on the hearts of the four women word by word, making a picture appear in a trance in front of their eyes.

The peach blossoms are blooming, and the wind is whimpering.

The bright moon on the Pinghu Lake is like a mirror, reflecting the long years of Mount Emei.

On the mountain, the young master was too silent to read his strength, and let the wind and rain waver......

"Senior sister, look, it's Master, I saw Master standing there alone, she was so lonely......" Lin Qiaoyan suddenly pulled Xia Yanyu's white robe and pointed to the coffin, as if the master was standing there, his voice was angry, and his face showed sadness.

"Master......" Qing Zheng also looked sad and whimpered.

Su Daiyu clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and her jade hand, which was white from excessive force, couldn't help but tremble slightly, along with her delicate body, but she gritted her teeth and didn't speak, but tears had already wet her face.

Xia Yanyu never spoke, let alone any expression, and couldn't see joy and sorrow.

She only had a face as pale as a snowflake, and those two lines of hot tears were flowing silently, looking at Fang Zhile's back, and then raising her head to look at the word 'Dian', the jade hand was raised, covering her red lips lightly, and the tears couldn't stop pouring out, blurring her eyes.

"Fighting a horse and crossing the rivers and lakes alone......" Xia Yanyu only had this sentence echoing over and over again in Xia Yanyu's mind.

Fight horses alone across the rivers and lakes.

People in the rivers and lakes, who is not like this? Master is like this, he is like this, and the three junior sisters will inevitably be like this in the future.

At this moment, Xia Yanyu had mixed feelings in her heart, and she couldn't say what she felt, but when she looked at Fang Zhile again, her eyes became a little different.

She suddenly became interested in Fang Zhile.

With her eyesight, she could naturally see that Fang Zhile had no internal strength all over his body, he was not a person in the rivers and lakes, he was as weak as a duckweed, and he would be blown down by the wind at any time and finally sink to the bottom of the lake.

But why is it that such an inconspicuous person can utter such sad sentences and voices?

Xia Yanyu couldn't figure out the truth, and even Fang Zhile himself didn't know it.

Originally, his plan was just to mediate the dispute between the four daughters, and by the way, to pay homage to the second head of Emei, and make up for his mistake of sitting on the coffin. Unexpectedly, the situation was unexpected, the four girls choked up on the spot at the same time, and they were moved.

Fang Zhile secretly wiped a handful of sweat.

The poem just now was naturally not written by him, but it was just quoted and then modified by touching the scene, but I didn't expect the effect to be unexpectedly good, so I don't have to worry about being blocked by the four sisters in front of me.

To be honest, being shouted to death by four fairy-looking women all the time, the taste is really not ordinary, especially when I just crossed over, I haven't figured out the situation yet, why do I want to die again?

Fang Zhile is not depressed.

Now that I can be a little cleaner for the time being, I am naturally happy.

"That's it!"

Fang Zhile was in a good mood, stood up and threw the wooden stick casually, then grinned at the four girls, and began to talk nonsense, "There is nothing in life, and there is nothing in death, like fallen leaves to the earth, but it is just to teach the people who come from everywhere."

I have heard that the head of your sect has been compassionate all his life and has universalized all sentient beings. This is what remains after she dies... Not... Emei faction, right, if you don't unite again, in case you are wiped out by other forces in the rivers and lakes? Don't you say you're sorry for your master, you won't even be able to get over your own conscience, right?"

Fang Zhile squinted his eyes and swept the four women, seeing that their crying voices had weakened, and they all looked at him together, he couldn't help but feel a little cool in his heart, and nodded, "So you must unite." I don't know who said well, unity is strength, this strength is iron, this strength is steel, harder than iron, stronger than steel......"

"Ahem, off topic...... Then again, one nun has water to drink, two nuns carry water to drink, three nuns have no water to drink... Phew, I digress again...... In short, if you want to be united, first of all, someone must stand up and carry the flag. ”

"Bad guy, what is carrying the flag?" Lin Qiaoyan blinked his eyes and asked timidly.

"Khan! This flag is here for you, that is, the head, and you must first elect a leader. Fang Zhile hurriedly explained, this time and space chaos really can't be adjusted for a while.

"Humph!"

Qing Zheng Feng stared at Fang Zhile and said jokingly, "Then according to you thief, who is the most suitable person to be the head here?"

"Uh... That one... This one... Today's weather is very good, suitable for going out to play, how about letting Xiaosheng open the way for your sisters?" Fang Zhile was very cheekless, and moved outside the pavilion while talking about his body.

What kind of international joke is this, is this competition for the head of the house done by Lao Tzu and an uncle, or is it the head of the Emei faction? That is to be killed, it cannot be touched at all, and naturally it can be slipped away.

"It's okay to open the way, I'm afraid that Brother Fang will go the wrong way. Xia Yanyu lightly opened her red lips, smiled and smiled, and glanced at Su Daiyu.

Su Dai understood, her delicate body moved, and she came to Fang Zhile like a ghost, ignoring the latter's shocked eyes, grabbed Fang Zhile's shoulder, tapped her toes, and directly penetrated and rushed out of the hole in the roof, and then dried Fang Zhile down and flashed back to the pavilion.

All the movements are done in one go, like flowing water, but it is just a few breaths.

"I'll go! You can't be so unrighteous, Lao Tzu has chanted a poem for you and your master, how can you abandon your comrades......?

Fang Zhile waved his arms and shouted, not forgetting to hold Su Daiyu, but the latter turned around and released murderous eyes, and was suddenly silent, and closed his mouth directly, and finally could only watch the green shadow jump down with a look of grievance.

"It's okay if Brother Fang wants to leave, but let's finish this tile repair first. Xia Yanyu's voice floated up from the pavilion.

Fang Zhile gritted his teeth when he heard this, and he couldn't wait to immediately correct that chick on the spot.

It is said that women are like tigers, and it seems that it is really not wrong at all.

It's just that if you come, you will be safe, I don't know when the chick will let herself go, but it is better to take a good look at the scenery on this room, which is also a different kind of enjoyment.

Fang Zhile slowly lay down, pillowed his head with his hands, and lifted Erlang's legs, which was extremely comfortable for a while.

"If only there was a cigarette to smoke......" Fang Zhile looked at the sky, reverie.

Of course, he knew that it was an extravagant and impossible dream, but when he remembered the time he had played with his colleagues in that world, he couldn't help but laugh, but the smile was so bitter that he couldn't say anything.

"Huh?"

While Fang Zhile was recalling, he suddenly found that there was a strange light source in his mind, which was emitting a soft jasper-colored light, and he couldn't help but look towards the light source out of curiosity.

"Boom!"

A dull thunderous voice suddenly resounded in my head, like a storm sweeping by.

At the same time, the strange electronic synthesis sound seemed to sound in Fang Zhile's heart, and it was extremely clear.

"The host has been staying in Emei for thirty minutes, and it is eligible: excellent!"

"The host spirit strength is 120, which is in line with the system on. ”

"Do you want to turn on the 'No. 1 in the world' system? Please select ...... after three seconds"

“3... 2... 1... Please select ......"

"The No. 1 system in the world, what is it?" Fang Zhile muttered to himself, and chose "yes" without hesitation.

"Drop!"

A crisp electronic voice sounded, "The host has successfully opened the system, will the mission be started immediately?"

"Yes. ”

"Ding! The mission has been successfully launched. Perform the first task and take charge of Emei. At the same time, a lucky draw will be given, will it be used immediately?"

"Wait! In charge of Emei, isn't that going to be the Emei faction...... Boss?" Fang Zhile sat up abruptly and muttered to himself, stunned on the spot.

I'll it, what is this? Lao Tzu finally came out of the tiger's den just now, just to be the broken master, and now he actually entered the wolf's den again?

And he wants to be the head of his own faction? Wouldn't this be the first male head of the Emei faction?

Male boss...... This naïve is not open-minded!

This manager is not a martial arts master, one has no internal strength, and the other has no proficient martial arts, why should he be the head of the Emei faction?

If you don't die, you won't die, but being the head of the Emei faction is simply the rhythm of death!

Fang Zhile couldn't help but moan, rolled his eyes speechlessly, at this moment he really wanted to jump up and point at God and scold, but in the end he endured it and chose "yes" speechlessly.

The 'No. 1 in the world' system has been opened, and the first task has also been opened, and if you back down at such a point, it will be too eggy!

I had no choice but to stiffen my scalp.

It doesn't matter if it's a blessing or a curse, it's a big deal to cross again, and let Lao Tzu return to the earth to continue to be that manager!

Fang Zhile turned his heart sideways, and the surname Suo closed his eyes and went out.

It's just that before ten seconds have passed, Fang Zhile's eyes suddenly opened, and an electronic voice sounded in his mind at the same time, "Congratulations, you have won the "Nine Yang Technique", please accept the inheritance in three seconds!"

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