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Madam Wang covered her sleeves beside her, and said softly: "Huáng."

"Cough, don't talk nonsense about that yellow anymore!" Xue Zhengyi waved his hand and said in awe-inspiring manner.

Mrs. Wang: "..."

In addition to the on-duty disciples at the pinnacle of death and life, there were more than 30 people standing under the hall, almost all of them were dressed in blue brocade robes, with dust whisks in their arms, and silkworm crowns on their heads. The disciple of the famous "Bitanzhuang". The leading man is about fifty years old, with two beards shaped like catfish, fluttering in the wind, who else is it but Li Wuxin, the owner of Bitan Villa?

Li Wuxin twisted his long beard, and said with a sneer, "Master Xue, my respectful faction is also of the right way, so I reasoned with you. Caidie Town was born after Elder Yuheng of the noble faction led his disciples to eliminate demons. Except for the three of them, Chen Yuanwai's family has never had any contact with any cultivators, and there are all witnesses and material evidences. You have to admit it, and you have to admit it if you don't."

Xue Meng, who was standing next to his father, couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled: "You fucking have the face to say? When have you taken care of the things in the lower cultivation world? On weekdays, one by one, stand by and watch yourself ascend to heaven. If something goes wrong, plant me Master, where does the truth come from!"

"Mr. Xue." Li Wuxin was not angry, but gave him a meaningful look, and said with a smile, "I heard that you are famous outside, and people call you the young of the phoenix. When I saw you today, hehe, you are so reserved. It really opened my eyes."

"you--!"

Li Wuxin rolled his eyelids leisurely, and turned to look at Xue Zhengyi: "Master Xue, I have strict laws in the cultivation world. Once I get involved in this matter, I will investigate thoroughly. If you insist on refusing to hand over Yuheng, Mo Ran Waiting for someone, the old man has no choice but to invite the world's largest school of Confucianism to come and uphold justice!"

Xue Zhengyi has a strong temper. Hearing what he said, I felt rather disdainful: "Hey. I know that you are friendly with Bitao Villa and Confucianism, but even if Nangong Liu himself stands in front of me today, I still say that-no This matter has nothing to do with Yuheng."

Xue Meng also said: "Master Li, please go back. If you leave, don't send it off."

"Have you seen it? You've seen it all! They are so unreasonable and hide their filth!" A man's trembling voice suddenly burst out from the crowd, "That guy named Mo stole something from my friend back then, we are polite. I came up to the mountain to find an explanation, but they coaxed us to leave in such a rude manner! Master Li, have you seen it? If you continue to do evil on the summit of death and life, the lower world of cultivation will be over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a soft laughter in the hall.

When everyone turned their heads, they saw a young man in blue clothes and light armor leaning on the vermilion lacquer carved door in the dark place, looking lazily at the scene inside the hall.

The young man was extremely handsome, and his skin was still tight and delicate under such candlelight, as if it would glow.

"Master Chang, when did I steal your friend's things?" The young man smiled softly and cutely, "Tell me about that Rong San'er... no, maybe Rong Jiu, I can't remember Anyway. Is that wonderful person your friend or your concubine? If you are so honest, he will be sad."

The person crying over there was none other than Chang, a wealthy businessman from Yizhou who said earlier that he would never end with the summit of life and death.

Mr. Chang turned his head suddenly, and saw Mo Ran appearing in Xunsheng, his expression changed first, and then the eyes flashed, and then he howled miserably:

"Mo Weiyu, you bastard, Jiu'er and I are friends, and have nothing to do with me. Now he was poisoned by you monsters and died tragically. You——you are still spitting blood and framing him!"

"What?" Mo Ran froze, his eyes widened slightly, "Rong Jiu is dead?"

Mr. Chang was furious, with tears in his eyes: "His parents are also from Caidie Town. They went back to their hometown to visit relatives a few days ago, and this happened. If he hadn't gone, how would I know that you and your master are walking together?" These evil things! I will not go to seek justice from Master Li!"

But Mo Ran didn't like Rong Jiu. After being surprised, he waved his hand impatiently: "What is the relationship between a pestle and a mortar? You are a pestle, he is a mortar? Use a pestle to pound a mortar, how are you innocent?"

"Mo, Mo Ran!" Mr. Chang didn't expect him to speak like this, and he said angrily, "You, you ignorant rascal! You, you—"

"Cough..." Mrs. Wang couldn't hold back anymore.

On the other hand, Xue Zhengyi blinked his eyes and didn't make a sound, he was pissed off, it was not a good word, he felt that what his nephew said was very reasonable, there was nothing wrong with it.

There was a sudden sigh in the night, the sound was like Kunshan jade shattered, the ice lake was beginning to unravel, it was indescribably deep and melodious, and then a hand with long bones and extremely beautiful lines...

Unceremoniously fanned Mo Ran's face.

"Foul words, the friendship between Chujiu and Jijiu is about the friendship between Gongsha Mu Wuyou regardless of poverty or wealth." Chu Wanning appeared at the door with a black face, and said angrily, "I will shame me and stand at the door Why don't you get out!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

Xue Meng and Shi Mo saw him coldly, they were both surprised and happy, and came to greet him.

Xue Zhengyi opened his eyes wide, both annoyed and helpless: "Yuheng, why did you come back all of a sudden?"

"If I don't return, how long do you plan to last alone?" Chu Wanning stepped into the Wushan Palace, a handsome face looked even more elegant and elegant like a fairy in the candlelight. He stood still in front of the golden seat in the main hall, nodded with Xue Zhengyi, then turned around lightly, flicking his wide sleeves.

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