With a heavy snort, he threw his sleeves out heavily, leaving Mu Xinghe squatting alone at the bottom of the cliff, and Zhuo Qiuyan returned to the small courtyard.

scolded Mu Xinghe against the wall, until he gasped for breath, Zhuo Qiuyan climbed into bed and fell asleep with a quilt.

This night, the moon is light and the stars are sparse, the wind is steep, I thought it would be a cloudy and low smoke and rain day, but when the sky is about to break, it ushered in a round of red sun, dyeing the sea of clouds in the distance into a half-day Zhu Xia, full of delicate sunny sky.

In Zhuo Qiuyan's eyes, he swept away the depression that was refuted by his senior brother last night, and couldn't help but feel good.

After eating early, he sat down on the top of the main hall, and the deacons and elders and uncles and nephews under the main seat stood full, just waiting for him to speak, so that he could draw the next way.

Although the hall was overcrowded, it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground, and all the people stared at Zhuo Qiuyan together, not daring to blink, for fear that if they missed something, the quota would fly.

Zhuo Qiuyan was too addicted to the master, so he spoke slowly:

"Everyone should already know about Xiao Qingtian, and this matter concerns the whole faction, so I want to hear everyone's opinions. ”

The calm and deep voice leaned in the main hall, attracting the eyes of everyone with different thoughts, but no one spoke first.

After holding it for a long time, the fourth uncle who was in charge of the ceremony before asked for monthly money, was the first not to hold back, took a step forward, bowed slightly to Zhuo Qiuyan with a solemn expression, and then simply said:

"It's better to build a martial arts platform, see the kung fu on your body, and give it to whoever wins. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately whispered, but after half a moment, I heard someone snort loudly, and then this person stood up directly, but it was the master nephew Fan Ruyin who was blushing with the fourth uncle in the main hall.

"The fourth master is not right, who doesn't know that the fourth uncle you have the title of a martial idiot, looking at the whole faction, there are a few people who are the opponents of the master, if you do this, you might as well say that the quota is given to you, and what is more martial than it. ”

The fourth uncle's eyes stood up, and he replied with a thick neck:

"What are you talking about? I'm not here to make an idea for everyone, if you think my idea is not good, then you can come!"

Fan Ruyin smiled slightly, and bowed respectfully to Zhuo Qiuyan:

"Boss, I feel that martial arts is not as good as Wendou, we cultivate immortals and ask, pay attention to morality, this person, morality is not good, what kind of immortals do you cultivate, ask what way, you can't get a chance when you enter the secret realm. ”

His words were clearly talking about the root of cultivating immortals, but secretly he derogated the fourth uncle, sarcastically saying that he only cared about martial arts, but forgot the root of cultivating immortals, even if he entered the secret realm, he would not get the opportunity of the secret treasure.

The fourth uncle is upright and not stupid, where can he not hear the meaning of his words, he immediately couldn't suppress his little temper, stretched out his sleeves, and was about to walk to Fan Ruyin's side.

Frightened, a handsome young man next to him hurriedly dragged him:

"Master, master, you have to control yourself......"

The fourth uncle turned his head and glared at his apprentice with hatred:

"You let go, don't teach this kid a good lesson, he really doesn't know who is big and who is small. ”

"The fourth master said this, because my master died early, so there is no one to protect us in this vein?"

Fan Ruyin's eyes widened and looked directly at the fourth uncle, seeing that the circles under her eyes were red, and after there were traces of water, she bit her lower lip and said angrily.

The master in his mouth is Zhuo Qiuyan's master uncle, the senior brother of Qianjizi, because of his limited qualifications, he didn't even cultivate the Jindan period, and he died early, and the only apprentice followed him in a few years. There are only a few disciples and grandchildren left, struggling to support their line.

It's not that the Qingshan faction is harsh on them, it's just that this poor faction has no resources, and he doesn't have the protection of his master, so he is much poorer than others, but it's true.

The fourth uncle is a master of other families according to his seniority, and when he suddenly heard Fan Ruyin mention his senior brother, he couldn't help but think of the past, and he was not arrogant at that time, so he could only keep rolling his eyelids.

After a long time, he reluctantly took a step back and made a gesture of retreat.

Fan Ruyin looked at him coldly and put down his arms, his waist became more and more straight, his body was already slender, and at this moment he was as stubborn and tough as a poplar tree in the cold wind.

It's just that he used the trick of selling miserably to force back the fourth uncle of the upright old boy, but he couldn't pass the level of others. Before he could say that he insisted on leaving a place, someone stood up and smiled lightly:

"Are you saying that our Qingshan Sect is mean to you?"

When she raised her eyes and saw this person, Fan Ruyin felt bad, and immediately lowered her face:

"Second master, of course the younger generation doesn't mean that. ”