"Rulan, why didn't you protect that bastard boy this time?" The distance of more than ten miles of mountain road converted into a flight is not too long, and it is not worth mentioning in front of the two generations of leaders in Fengmen, but after a while, the two of them asked and fell in front of the neat house in the Fengmen station. Chu Xiuping, who was slowly pacing through the mountain gate, looked at Fang Rulan, who was slowly following behind him, smiled slightly, and asked softly.

"Actually, Master, the stubborn nature of the little junior brother is born like this, he is still young, you don't have to be angry with those irrelevant naughtiness?" Who knew that Fang Rulan, who was still very cooperative with herself, was actually pleading for that stinky boy with one mouth, which was unexpected.

"You, like your master, you are too fond of Yunyi!" Chu Xiuping shook his head and sighed.

But if you think about it carefully, this stinky boy who causes trouble everywhere is rare and not annoying, but quite favored by all ages and young people in Qingluan Peak.

"Master, this time you blame the master. If you want the apprentice to cooperate with the master and teach the little junior brother a lesson, it is the master's idea!" Fang Rulan said with an unhurried smile.

"What? Wanrong said?" Chu Xiuping looked at Fang Rulan with an unbelievable look, and his footsteps when he was about to reach the door also stopped, paused for a moment, and retorted: "How is it possible? Your master mother hurts her precious son so badly, she is afraid that she will melt in her mouth, and she is afraid of falling when she holds her hand, if you want to say that she is willing to let me let go of her son, you just turned this Qingluan Peak over, and I don't believe it! By the way, when did you go to see your master!"

"Alas, Master, in fact, as soon as I went home, I went to your meditation room, but unfortunately I didn't find you, so I had to go to see the master first, and I heard her say that the ancestral hall was turned upside down by Yunyi, and you were going to teach him, so I was ready to come to intercede for the little junior brother, and then the master not only said that I didn't want to, but asked me to cooperate with you to make a whole little junior brother. Fang Rulan paused and replied respectfully and truthfully, but there was a puzzled look on his face, obviously he didn't understand how the attitude of the senior sister, who had always doted on the little junior brother, could suddenly take a big turn.

"Haha, Rulan, don't lie to being a teacher, I think your master once let go, unless the teacher officially accepts the little ancestor as an apprentice, he will be allowed to be ruthless to him in the name of the master!" Chu Xiuping looked at his beloved apprentice, smiled and shook his head, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned, and asked urgently: "Did your senior mother say that you want me to accept your little junior brother as an apprentice?"

"This ....... Shi Niang didn't say it, as soon as I got home, I handed the invitation card that the head wanted me to bring to you, and she happily told me to hurry up and help you. Seeing Chu Xiuping like this, Fang Rulan couldn't figure out why letting the master take his son as an apprentice would make him react so much.

"Invitation, what invitation?" Chu Xiuping thought about it, it is only early spring and February, and it is said that there will be no major events in the sect, even if it is the highlight of this year, "competition enrollment", it should be in June and July in midsummer.

"Master Yu, it's an invitation post for the Sect Leader's Martial Arts Competition, Master Yao invites you to lead the team and serve as a judge!" Fang Rulan looked at Master with a surprised expression, although this decade-old competition, although this year was somehow a few months earlier, Master would never forget it.

"Why, Xiuping, you forgot such an important thing?" But as soon as Fang Rulan's words fell, a gentle but calm female voice slowly floated over.

"Wanrong (Shi Niang)!" the two raised their heads and said softly.

I saw that the gaze touched, and under the eaves of the stone roof, a woman in a long aqua blue skirt, fair and graceful, paced in front of the two.

To be honest, if it weren't for Fang Rulan's "Master Niang", no one would believe that this beautiful woman with an elegant temperament would be Lin Wanrong, who was half a year older than Chu Xiuping and had already turned over forty.

Such a young appearance is difficult to compare even with many women under thirty.

I really didn't expect that God would treat her so leniently, and more than 20 years of years have not taken away much carving and imprinting.

"Okay, the meal is ready, if you don't go in, it will be cold, Rulan finally came back, you can't give him cold rice!" Lin Wanrong smiled, took her husband with her left hand, and beckoned Fang Rulan with her right hand, beckoning him to come into the house to eat.

Chu Xiuping looked down at his wife's snow-white hand, and then looked up at the beloved apprentice beside him, his cheeks were extremely unnaturally red, and he hurriedly pulled out the right hand that was being held, and flicked it indiscriminately on his sideburns.

"What, are you still shy?" Lin Wanrong's voice sounded very gentle, but it was like a stream in a mountain stream, with a hint of agility in the gentleness: "This is not like the 'little devil' who plunged into Cuiyuntan back then!"

"Ahem, Wanrong!" Chu Xiuping, who was known for his majesty in the Huayang faction, was like a little gluttonous cat who was caught and stolen at this time, his face was red, and he glared at Fang Rulan, who was snickering, under the cover of coughing, and gave his beloved wife a look like begging for mercy: "Rulan is still here, don't mention those things about Chen sesame and rotten grain!"

Looking at Chu Xiu's flat and narrow appearance, Lin Wanrong smiled and pulled Fang Rulan over: "You master, you are a Buddha in front of people, and a small palace in the back." In addition to playing majestic in front of your little junior brother, she looks like Yunmeng's shy girl. ”

"Master, don't bully Master, this Huayang whole vein is up and down, who doesn't know that my master is afraid of his wife?" Looking at the gentle master, Fang Rulan couldn't help but shake her head and smile, she really couldn't have anything to do with the legendary heroine who shared the fame with Huayang's first general, Nangong Junting, the head of the Thunder Gate.

But Shi Niang's reputation for not letting her eyebrows go back then, but in this Huayang, the whole vein is like thunder, and everyone knows it.

"Wanrong!" Chu Xiu smiled narrowly, adjusted his clothes awkwardly, and said slowly: "Starting the martial arts competition five months in advance, I don't think it's that simple!"

The warm atmosphere of the reunion was frozen by this gentle sentence.

The ten-year competition for recruitment, also known as the "Huayang Competition" -- for the selection of talents for the head of the Changmen, the founding of the school has only been interrupted once 20 years ago for some reasons, but the time of holding it in June and July every ten years has never been heard of in advance.

There must be demons when things are impermanent, and it is inevitable that Chu Xiuping, who is good at strategy, will be suspicious.

However, if they didn't say anything, they saw that as soon as the words fell, Lin Wanrong and Fang Rulan's faces suddenly darkened.

Especially Fang Rulan, who came from a long distance, didn't know if she was tired or what, and there was already a dense layer of fine sweat on her smooth forehead.

"Master Qiqi, the Divine Sword and the Demon Clan, it seems that there is a little rumor in the Central Plains!" Fang Rulan replied in a deep voice, trembling.

"How is it possible, it was ...... twenty years ago" Hearing Fang Rulan's answer, Chu Xiuping couldn't help but take half a step back, almost hitting the incense case in the lobby, and Lin Wanrong on the side also hurriedly pulled Chu Xiuping's sleeve and stopped his words.

Yes, twenty years ago, whenever these four words were mentioned, the calm and steady master couldn't help but lose his temper, and that taboo, even as his most proud disciple, had never known about it.

What a terrible thing it is, what a painful memory it is!

"Senior Brother Yao, he's ...... too nonsense!" Lin Wanrong said lightly, breaking the silence for a long time.

"Yao Tianyun, that brute is not just messing around, it's obviously ...... it's obviously joking with the lives of this year's disciples!" Chu Xiuping raised his head angrily, raised his palm, and saw that the bench next to him turned into powder in an instant, and his eyes were also blood-red.

That's right, the second question that has been buried in Fang Rulan's heart for many years in addition to the taboo is that the master, who is obviously polite and courteous to his fellow disciples and kind, is always mentioned when the head of the Changmen sect, Yao Tianyun, the head of the Huayang faction, is bruised, gritting his teeth, and the most basic feelings of the same sect are gone.

"Xiuping ......" Lin Wanrong took Chu Xiuping's big hand and wanted to say something, but after all, she sighed helplessly and stopped talking.

"Master, the demon clan is ready to move because of the other divine swords scattered in the world, although it is still just a rumor, but we have to guard against it, our Huayang faction, as a giant in the Central Plains, must make a difference, not to mention that the top four selected in each Huayang-for-tat are not all going down the mountain after a period of rest to practice, although the cultivation that can be improved in eight months of cultivation may be limited, but with the personal teaching of the head master, I and Senior Brother Nagato Liao escorted ...... together." Fang Rulan lowered her head and explained, but before she finished speaking, a gust of wind came from behind, and she subconsciously formed a formation defense in a hurry, but as soon as the golden Tai Chi Dharma Seal was formed, it was smashed and shattered in an instant, and the endless huge force brought him to slam into the wall behind him, and even the thick wall made of bluestone couldn't stop shaking.

The smoke and dust fell, and Chu Xiuping, who flashed silently from the inside of the lobby to the door of the lobby at some point, stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was solemn, he shook his head, and said: "This is only less than thirty percent of my skills, even if you try your best, I think you may not be able to resist, as for that Liao Keyuan, it is nothing more than a dog raised by Yao Tianyun, and it is something." If you run into a demon protector with the same skill as me, do you think the six of you, how many corpses can still be put together?"

"Master. Watching Chu Xiuping walk towards the gradually smaller figure outside the door, Fang Rulan, who slowly stood up with Lin Wanrong's support, said softly: "Our enemy, is it really that strong?"

"Yes," Lin Wanrong nodded, and with the memories that hit her like heavy snow, her beautiful face was gloomy: "It's even stronger than you imagined now!"

"Then let the little junior brother ......" Fang Rulan's gloomy face was full of worry.

"But fate, can you hide it?" Lin Wanrong shook her head, falling into endless contemplation and memories.