In the eyes of practitioners, thirty years is just a flick of a finger, passing in the blink of an eye, and in a yellowed ancient book, a sage who really deserves the name of a saint once said: "The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night."

It's just that three days later is the martial arts competition of the gold test list that the hundred clans on the island realm are most concerned about, so the three-day situation is not short in some people's hearts.

After all, some family grievances still need to be resolved in the martial arts ring.

According to the ancestral system that has been passed down from generation to generation, the hundred clans are qualified to enter the martial arts seat regardless of whether they have the qualification method to practice or not.

But the people in the market can't, it's just that since the previous generations of patriarchs have relaxed a little, allowing someone to pass on the news of Wubi to the outside world, but the news about spiritual skills and spiritual cultivation related to cultivation will be erased.

For thousands of years, the patriarchs of all generations have been hiding the fact that the people of the clan can practice, so as to avoid letting the people see some shocking visions.

This is the rule set by the ancestor from the beginning, and the patriarchs of all generations will not ask why, because the ancestor of thousands of years used the rules he set to tell the hundred clans that his decision was correct.

Including the group of people who gathered in front of the Sigui Building when Ji Ge came out of the Sigui Building, they were all among the hundred clans, how could ordinary people get close to the Sigui Building for half a step.

It's just that some time ago, the five families led by the Xin family came to rent the Ji family, although the coercion made the people on Yangchun Street faint, but Ji Qingyun, who appeared later, made the spiritual power cultivation that had been hidden for thousands of years clear to the world.

On that day, four elephants were born, golden giants rose from the ground, and many spiritual tricks flashed above the sky.

Since that day, the people on the island have really believed in the existence of immortals.

And this is also the most troublesome thing for the contemporary patriarch, the ancestors have hidden things for thousands of years, but they can't hide it anymore.

A few days ago, Wen Qiong and the Great Elder also discussed this matter, and the Great Elder meant that how could the mouth of the people be blocked, so it was better to be blocked, just let them go.

Wen Qiong sat in the water pavilion by the lake, and it was very rare to see him with a sad face.

"Master, tomorrow is the martial arts, is the villain here to ask if he is following the practice of the previous generations of patriarchs to erase the news of the spiritual artifact in the martial arts?"

"Could it be true that as the Great Elder said, exposing the cultivation world that had been hidden for thousands of years to the eyes of the people in the market?"

Wen Qiong sighed, pulled the tea set on the table, and said listlessly.

"Master, with all due respect, there are already many people on the island today who believe that there is really a cultivator, and it is better to be sparse than to block, so the villain thinks that the Great Elder's statement is feasible. The steward glanced at Wen Qiong and lowered his head again.

Just when Wen Qiong was still hesitating, a voice like a bell sounded in this small water pavilion.

"Okay, you Wen Qiong, this kid don't belong to your mother-in-law. ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure in a green shirt was already sitting opposite Wen Qiong.

"Presumptuous. The steward shouted.

"You're presumptuous!" Wen Qiong smashed the cup on the table and shouted, "Why is it so big and not small?!"

"Alright, don't act with me here. The old man in the Confucian shirt poured himself a cup of tea, looked at Wen Qiong, and said with a smile.

"In front of the Master, how dare the juniors. Wen Qiong smiled, stood up and saluted the old man opposite respectfully.

The person who came was the master who had been sitting in the Sigui Building.

"Just do what Shen Yibai wants, but Wubi still can't be open to the people of the world, but the news transmitted to the outside world can be done without taboos, there is one to say one, and two to say two. ”

The Master waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down.

The steward standing behind the master was stunned for a moment, at a loss.

It was the first time he had heard someone call the elder of the clan "that kid", and even the head of his own family could not escape this unrespectful title.

"What are you still doing in a daze, didn't you hear what the master said?" Don't you go quickly!" Wen Qiong glanced at the steward and said in a deep voice.

When the steward left, the master said leisurely: "Okay, don't look sad, wasn't you just waiting for what I just said?"

"What a student can't hide from his master. The corners of Wen Qiong's mouth raised slightly, "You can't blame the students, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid I can't afford to be infamous through the ages. The master poured a sip of tea and spoke for him.

Wen Qiong had a complicated look on her face.

The master changed to a more comfortable sitting position, looked at Wen Qiong, and said lightly: "Actually, I can't blame you for this, although the people in front of you have relaxed about this, but in the end, they haven't really let go of this gate. In fact, they are also afraid that it will be difficult to recover from the flood. ”

"It's just that you've got a lawless Ji Qingyun, so now you seem so difficult to do, I can understand this, so you don't have to blame yourself. ”

"Since everyone in the world knows about the existence of you people, then don't hide it, this is not something unseemly. ”

"So if this ancestral system is broken, it will be broken, it's not a big deal. ”

Wen Qiong looked at the master who was full of anger with a surprised face, what he didn't know was that the reason why the master spoke so "rampant" was because he had consulted his own husband before coming, and he was like this after getting his own husband's approval.

"Mr. Takami. Wen Qiong, who didn't know the truth, praised him.

When the master heard this, he took a sip of tea with a calm expression, and also praised and said in the heart lake, Mr. Gao Zhi.

"Did the gentleman go out of the building specifically for this matter?" Wen Qiong asked the master aloud as she added tea to her master.

"Yes and no, this matter is only one of them, and there is another thing I heard that you are going to imprison Ji Chongru in the Sigui Building?" the master asked in a deep voice, rubbing his beard.

"Yes. Wen Qiong was a little apprehensive and said, "Is the master dissatisfied with this?"

The master in a Confucian shirt shook his head, "My second thing is to pick him up and bring him upstairs." ”

"Of course, I also want to ask him in person if he is addicted to the soft red tent and reluctant to be a beautiful girl, and I don't know what to do?!"

Wen Qiong was speechless when she heard this, and then smiled dumbly, the next three years can be as heavy as he can bear.

Ji family.

In the past two days, the Ji family, except for Ji Chongru's incident and Ji Ge's real mastery, can be regarded as "calm".

Of course, there is another thing, that is, yesterday, Shen Qingqiu, the head of the Shen family, specially came to look for Ji Ge, saying that he had something to discuss with him, but half a day later, Ji Ge's maid Qingliu saw Ji Ge, who was dressed in white and soaked in blood, and was scolded by Shen Qingqiu and carried it out of the backyard.

Especially when the skin of the ten fingers was opened, the flesh was drenched in blood, and Aoyagi looked at it, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Simply Ji Ge only suffered skin injuries, and Shen Qingqiu came prepared when he saw it, bringing some bottles and jars of healing elixir.

Therefore, after Ji Ge fell asleep after applying the medicine, the scars on his body when he got up this morning were long gone, and his spirit was much better than before.

"Is you well?" Ji Qiong, who didn't go in to disturb Ji Ge, waited until Ji Ge came out of the room before asking.

Ji Ge stretched and groaned lazily, "It's Uncle Shen's mercy, otherwise I would have to lie in bed for ten days and half a month." ”

"Listening to your stinky boy's words, he means complaining about him, how can Qingqiu not know the importance of proportion, it's not because you are weak. Ji Qiong said with a smile.

Ji Ge had nothing to say about this, the golden branch physique of the first heavy building, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't withstand Shen Qingqiu's successive red stripe enchantments.

"Tomorrow is the big competition for the gold test list. Ji Qiong opened his mouth and said: "There was news from the patriarch just now, I'm afraid that this time the martial arts competition can be seen in the whole island regardless of clan, regardless of whether it is high or low." ”

Ji Ge nodded when he heard this, "The incident with my father is really unconcealable." ”

"It's just that I heard that it wasn't Wen Qiong who finally made the final decision, but thought it was the old man in the Confucian shirt, so I guessed that it might be that the master in the Sigui Building went out of the building. Ji Qiong leaned on the dragon's head cane and said leisurely.

"I can still guess the old gentleman's intentions. Ji Ge smiled slightly, "It's just that I can't wait." I just don't know if it's a person or a thing, or both. ”

Ji Qiong has lived for most of his life, and after careful consideration, he naturally understands what Ji Ge is referring to.

"Man Zhou, you go and call Ji Chongru and ask him to prepare. Ji Qiong turned to the old butler who was waiting beside him and ordered.

"I don't need my father, I'm already ready. A mellow voice came from the courtyard door.

Ji Chongru, who was dressed in white and had a resolute and handsome face, appeared at the gate of the courtyard

The heel is naturally willow like this.

"Originally, I wanted to postpone it for a few more days, but this time, I'm afraid that the master is going to come to the door in person. Ji Qiong opened his mouth to explain.

Liu Ru, who was exquisitely clear-minded, naturally knew that this was what the old man said to herself, so she nodded her head and snorted.

Ji Chongru turned to look at her, smiled, stroked her cheek with his right hand, and whispered, "Don't worry, I will definitely come out safe and sound in three years." ”

"Alright, alright. How can you be virtuous with Wen Qiong, her mother-in-law and mother are not happy at all. Another sound of impatience rang out from the rooftop.

Immediately, an old man in a Confucian shirt descended from the sky, and as soon as he landed, he glared at Ji Chongru, and his face was a little sad.

"Ji Ge has seen the old gentleman. ”

"Ji Qiong has seen the master. ”

"Ji Chongru has seen the master here. ”

"I'll have to know for you myself. The master pointed at Ji Chongru and said.

"What did Ji Qingyun tell you before he left that day, didn't he let you take the wine and go downstairs to Sigui for a few times?" As soon as the master came up, he scolded and said, "What about you? What did you do? Feelings just didn't take your brother's words to heart, right? If that's the case, I have to talk about it when I see Ji Qingyun in the future." ”

Ji Ge pursed her lips, forced a smile, and slowly walked towards a cellar in the backyard.

"What are you kid doing?" the master shouted angrily when he saw Ji Ge's actions.

In his opinion, there is no sensible person in the Ji family.

"Ah, don't you mean that, old man?" Ji Ge asked with a suspicious look as he raised his head and raised his glass.

"Oh, so the boy would have mistaken the old man's meaning. Ji Ge looked suddenly enlightened, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"Go, go, go. Don't delay my efforts. The master snorted coldly, waved his hand and urged.

Okay, Ji Ge, this kid is still one.

"Master, do you want to go to the lobby of the front yard to rest for a while?" Ji Qiong asked out loud when he saw Ji Ge walking away.

Liu Ru, who was beside Ji Chongru, bit her lip, and saw that the three generations of the Ji family were respectful to the old man in Confucian shirts, she looked awe-inspired, stepped forward and gave a blessing gift, her lips opened lightly, and she said softly: "Little woman Liu Ru is is, I have seen Mr. ,,,." ”

The master stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, you are also one." ”

Immediately, the master turned to Ji Qiong and said, "If you say go to the front yard lobby to let me rest and make me a cup of tea, forget it, I drank it from Wen Qiong." ”

Ji Qiong smiled, "Naturally, it won't be tea." ”

On this day, a vendor who set up a stall on Yangchun Road saw an old man in a Confucian shirt with a large and small bottle and pot in front of Ji's mansion, followed by Ji Chongru in white clothes, and the two figures rose from the ground, turned into two long rainbows and tore open the sky, and their figures disappeared in the sea of clouds.

"Master, is it appropriate for us to do this?" Ji Chongru pursed her lips above the sea of clouds, and finally asked.

"Anyway, the world knows that there are already immortals in their mouths, and there is nothing to make a fuss about when they see the scene just now. ”

The master walked ahead and said in a deep voice, the bottles and pots on his body collided.

"No, I mean Master, these things from you. Ji Qiong muttered in a low voice.

"Okay! You go and ask your nephew to go! He didn't put it all on me. The master couldn't hold back any longer, turned around and kicked Ji Chongru's body.

On that day, some people also saw Ji Chongru, who was dressed in white, falling down from the sea of clouds, smashing on the ground, and the smoke and dust scattered.

Then he walked out of the deep pit, just patted the dust on his body, and his figure rose from the ground again, turning into a streamer and disappearing into the sea of clouds.

"Ouch my wine. Just now, because the range of movement was too large, a pot of wine was smashed by him, and the master pulled his mouth and said with a regretful expression.

"It's raining?" said a pedestrian walking down the road as he felt a drop of water fall on his forehead.

He wiped it off lightly and sniffed it on the tip of his nose, "Wine?"