What happened here did not stop Yun Ting's walking, although it had a lot to do with him. It's just that when his figure was about to disappear into the courtyard, he suddenly stopped.

"What's going on, why did Senior Brother Yunting stop?"

The disciples in the rear looked puzzled, could it be that the dinosaur senior sister had angered him just now?

But it's unlikely, he's not the kind of person who likes to calculate, and he used to turn a blind eye to all of this.

Just when everyone was secretly figuring out Yunting's intentions, I saw him clasping his hands roundly, and the invisible internal force was contained in his right hand, and then he threw his head back without looking back, brushing on the ancient trees in the courtyard.

Brush, the leaves are falling!

At this time, it is autumn and winter, and the leaves have long been withered and yellow, and under the action of strong external forces, they fall like rain.

"Wow, that's beautiful."

Some of the female disciples cut their eyes and looked up like this, as if they had seen something unusual.

However, the disciples who were thinking about it looked back and fell on the figure leaning against the courtyard wall.

Ye Yong is not a fool, let alone those female disciples, but he doesn't understand why this cloud is so good against him.

For the sake of what he said just now, it is impossible, how could the dignified Tianjiao be more serious with one of his miscellaneous disciples, isn't this self-defeating.

Just when he was puzzled, Yun Ting had already left the courtyard, and the surrounding onlookers also hurried to follow, after all, it had been delayed for a long time, and the time for morning class was almost up.

However, after passing this matter, in their hearts, Ye Yong has been labeled as unapproachable, so as not to offend Yun Ting.

The originally lively courtyard was suddenly clean, but there were more dead leaves on the ground than just now, and some were even flying in the air and slowly landing.

Ye Yong shook his head and picked up the broom again, he was not qualified to participate in the morning class, so there was a lot of time, but if it was delayed like this, I was afraid that he would not be able to eat breakfast in the miscellaneous room again.

"Alas"

sighed lightly and touched his thin belly, but he had to bury his head in cleaning.

Before he could sweep a few times, he felt a shadow erect in front of him, and then a pair of silver-white cloud-treading boots appeared in front of him.

Ye Yong's face was overjoyed, because there was only one person wearing this kind of shoes in Penglai Pavilion, and he couldn't help but slowly raise his head.

"Brother Luck, it's really you back"!

I saw that in front of him, an elegant young man in white clothes with a sword on his back was looking at him with a warm smile.

"I really didn't expect that you would be so tall after a three-year small zongzi, and ah, in the future, I will be called Senior Brother Yunqi, don't call it luck."

As Yun Qi spoke, he also patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of doting.

Ye Yong was so happy, as if he had returned to his childhood.

Since he came to Penglai Pavilion at the age of three, he has followed Senior Brother Yunqi, who is only ten years old, and it can be said that he was raised by him, although he is called Senior Brother, he is actually a person who is like a master and a father.

"Senior brother, you..."

Ye Yong has to continue to say something, after all, he hasn't seen him for more than three years, and he has a lot to say.

However, Yun Qi interrupted him with a wave of his hand and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother has something important to do, I won't leave this time for the time being, there is a chance to speak."

After that, Yun Qi's plain brocade robe moved without wind, and the phantom step of Penglai Pavilion was stepped out by him, and the invisible strength filled the entire courtyard.

"Let's go have breakfast, my brother's little rice dumplings have been thinned like this, it's really hateful..."

As Yun Qi's voice faded away, the corners of Ye Yong's mouth hooked up a satisfied smile, no matter what, the world still cares about him.

In the courtyard, a dead leaf had disappeared under the force of the phantom step, and it was as clean as if it had been cleaned.

Ye Yong smiled and put the broom outside the door, then turned his head and ran towards the dining room.

Bang!

I don't know what I memorized today, Ye Yong just ran a step, and suddenly he was hit by a huge force and returned, and his body fell to the ground in the air, just hitting the back of his head.

was about to cry out in pain, but after seeing who he had hit, he quickly swallowed his words back and stood up in a little panic.

"Disciple Ye Yong, I have seen the second elder, the disciple has just been rude, and I ask the elder to punish him."

Ye Yong can't be allowed to treat it carelessly, the person in front of him is Elder Fufeng, one of the two masters of Penglai Pavilion, who is second only to the head of the sect, and is in charge of the punishment in the door.

Fufeng looked at him with a frown, but in the end he didn't say a word, but walked past him with his feet up, as if he didn't pay attention to him at all.

Ye Yong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and after stroking his little heart again, he ran towards the dining room this time, but this time his eyes looked around, obviously a lot more careful.

Elder Fufeng in the courtyard suddenly stopped, looking at Ye Yong who disappeared in the distance, the burly man's eyes were slightly moist, and finally walked towards the inner house with a sigh.

Penglai Pavilion, the main hall.

The head of the house is helping the real people, and the second elder is sitting upright on the mahogany chair, and the exquisite ceramic teacups are served on the left and right.

There is a pair of big characters hanging behind the two of them, which is the handwritten word of the former grandmaster-level patriarch, and from a distance, I feel that the spirit of martial arts is rushing to my face, showing the style of the big school!

"Yunqi, something big happened in the outside world, why did you suddenly come back."

The head of the Fuqing real person has white hair, compared to Fufeng, who has a hateful face and black hair and long beard, he has a little more fairy wind bones, and he has the demeanor of a master in the world.

Yun Qiwen heard the question from the head of the house, and quickly replied: "Qi Qi master, rumors are spreading in the rivers and lakes, saying that the orphan of the first emperor of the previous dynasty is still alive, and the supreme secret book "Nai He Jing" may be on him. ”

As soon as these words came out, the pupils of the Fufeng real person suddenly shrank, and then quickly returned to normal, and was not noticed by others.

And Fu Qingzhen stroked his beard and said: "Alas, the world has been peaceful for ten years, but I don't know who wants to disturb the peace." The temptation of the "Nai He Sutra" is too great, I am afraid that the three major empires, the four truths of the Daomen, the three sects of Buddhism and other top sects will also have to be treated with care."

Fu Feng nodded and said, "These things can't be our turn anyway, and this matter has nothing to do with us."

After that, the two elders both looked at Yun Qi, and there must be a future in this matter.

Yun Qi smiled bitterly and said: "Master, Elder Wise, this matter really has nothing to do with us, but it is said that the location of the First Emperor's orphan is in the East China Sea, and I am afraid that my Penglai Pavilion will be in some trouble at that time." ”

As soon as he said this, Fuqing and Fufeng looked at each other, their eyes full of solemnity and jealousy.