"Of course. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Lord Gou Yu replied without hesitation, "Is there anything in this world that can stump this saint?"

Chen Yuan was overjoyed, looking at the jingle cat in front of him with bright eyes, oh no, it was a husky, and urged in his mouth: "Say it quickly, say it quickly." ”

Lord Gou Yu glanced at Chen Yuan, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You know." ”

Chen Yuan naturally understood, so he talked endlessly from the dog saint three dozen white bone essence to Guanyin's subduing of the red child, and Chen Yuan stopped with a dry mouth.

looked at the dog leftover, and saw that it was tilting its head and smacking its mouth, as if it was still savoring the story told by Chen Yuan.

"That," Chen Yuan observed the dog's remaining face, guessed its mood, and asked cautiously, "......What about the exercises?"

"Oh, oh," Lord Gou Yu suddenly came to his senses and said very happily, "Gongfa, aren't there many in your sect's scripture pavilion?"

Chen Yuan was stunned, he originally thought that Gou Yu would come up with some earth-destroying exercises to teach him, but he didn't expect to give such a simple answer.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? Chen Yuan asked with a hesitant expression.

"But who didn't think of it?" said Gouyu-sama with a smug expression.

Chen Yuan really didn't expect this layer, or rather, he had forgotten that there was still a scripture pavilion in his sect.

In fact, as early as last year, when he first started, Chen Yuan had the idea of practicing in the Scripture Pavilion, but he was sternly rejected by the senior brother of the Pavilion at that time.

Later, Chen Yuan also understood the consideration of the sect, because he was afraid that the disciples would be too ambitious and ignore the importance of the basic exercises.

But now the situation is different, with the end of the year-end competition, it also marks the farewell of Chen Yuan's disciples to the new period.

According to the door rules, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion will also be open to their disciples.

Hmph, Chen Yuan glared at the dog and went out angrily.

Pushing open the door and feeling the sunny and good weather, Chen Yuan's mood was a little lighter.

Just as there is light in the world, there is darkness.

When the sun is shining, there are also gloomy and dark places.

Feng Yiming sat alone in the dark room, depressed.

It stands to reason that today can be regarded as the first seven days of his father, but Feng Yiming has no intention of holding a ceremony to mourn.

Feng Yiming has been indifferent to his father since he was a child, and after he became a successful cultivator, he even looked down on this man who had achieved nothing, and even often disliked the lowly background he brought to him, feeling that he had become a burden to himself.

After learning that his father was killed, Feng Yiming breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and then his heart was not sad but more angry.

Yes, it is anger, as a young master of the gate sect, but he was killed by his biological father, it was as if he was slapped in the face with a big ear scraper, which made Feng Yiming lose face.

And this anger, to this day, has accumulated to the extreme.

Seven full days have passed, and Feng Yiming has mobilized all the power he can control, but he still knows nothing about the whereabouts of the murderer Ke Chao.

Since Tianhuo City is the traditional sphere of influence of Ying Tianzong, Feng Yiming had a lot of conflicts with Ying Tianzong's subordinates in order to close the city and investigate the murderer, which caused a lot of impact, and even the master of his own family has expressed his dissatisfaction in his words several times.

"It's all to blame that old guy for saying that he can't leave his homeland, and he refuses to move to the Spirit Refining Gate. Feng Yiming couldn't help but curse secretly.

In the past few days, Feng Yiming always felt that the people in the door looked at him strangely, and his eyes seemed to be laughing at his helplessness to take an enemy of the Golden Pill Period. mobilized such a large formation, but seven days later, the enemy is still at large.

Therefore, only by hiding in this uninhabited dark room will Feng Yiming's depression be a little less, not to mention ......

Feng Yiming couldn't help touching the wound on his face, gasped in pain, and couldn't help but curse hatefully: "This slut!"

The slut in Feng Yiming's mouth is none other than his newlywed Yan'er's wife, Zhao Yuting.

In Feng Yiming's view, he is rude and willful, lazy, and incomprehensible...... Almost all negative words can be placed on this woman's head, and the most important thing is that she is also ugly!

But even so, Feng Yiming, for her father's sake, can only accompany her with a smiling face every day.

And just now, she just said something heavy because she was in a bad mood, which provoked her to be ruthless, and grabbed a few long gaps in her face, so how could she go out to meet people?

"One day, Lao Tzu will make you look good!" Feng Yiming swore with a curse.

Just when Feng Yiming was thinking about how to concoct this woman after he became the head of the Spirit Refining Sect, there was a voice outside the dark room.

"Young master, the head of the family has something to announce. ”

Just when he thought of being proud, he was suddenly interrupted, Feng Yiming looked unhappy, and replied angrily: "Got it." ”

In the main hall of the Spirit Refining Gate, there were only two heads, Zhao Xin and Feng Yiming, who were empty at this time.

Zhao Xin looked at the terrifying scratches on Feng Yiming's face, and his old face was slightly red.

Zhao was confident in this wound, knowing that it must have been caused by his spoiled daughter.

In front of his son-in-law, Zhao Zhangmen had no choice but to deal with the mud: "Yuting, she is a little anxious, but her temperament is not bad, and I hope that Yiming can take care of her more." ”

Although he longed to split that woman into seventeen or eighteen sections in his heart, of course Feng Yiming would not show it on his face, and said respectfully: "Old Taishan, you are too worried, Yuting and I have always been harmonious and respectful to each other. ”

"As for the scars on this face," Feng Yiming explained with an embarrassed look on his face, "It's just that Yuting and I accidentally missed it for the sake of the boudoir, which made you laugh all the time." ”

"No smile, no smile," Zhao Xin waved his hand repeatedly, squinting and laughing with wrinkled faces.

Seeing that the only daughter and son-in-law were in harmony, the head of Zhao was very relieved.

At this time, how can he have the slightest ruthless appearance in the center of the rumors.

After the family story, the head of Zhao, who was still kind and kind just now, changed his face and became gloomy.

"Your behavior has to be restrained lately, don't startle the snake without hitting the grass. Zhao Xin said coldly.

When Feng Yiming heard this, his expression moved: "Could it be that the buried chess piece is finally ready to be launched?"

Master Zhao nodded, and his voice was cold: "Not bad." ”

Then he instructed Feng Yiming: "Later, you go to the Bujia for a trip, and they will also participate in this operation." ”

Feng Yiming was stunned when he heard this, and his mouth also changed his name, and he hurriedly said: "Master, we have been laying out alone for so long, why do we still want to bring outsiders in to divide peaches when things are done?"

"It's just cannon fodder. Boss Zhao said disdainfully, "Besides, Ying Tianzong, the aging lion, is far from falling. This time, it's just a temptation for us hyenas. ”

After seeing Feng Yiming leave, Zhao Xin's figure did not enter the darkness in the hall, only a faint voice came out: "Master Zhao? Hmph, there will be a day...... Sect Master Zhao ......"