"ah……"

Many older people cannot stand this kind of ambiguous relationship between master and apprentice, and immediately covered their sleeves and frowned.

"How can this be more concise!"

The female cultivator held the tea bowl in her hand and lowered her head and said, "I felt strange at the time and was stunned for a moment. But both of them were famous masters. I didn't dare to think about anything that was contrary to human relations. But looking back at this time, something was really wrong with them."

She paused and continued, "There are also the words you just mentioned before Shi Mingjing was captured. At that time, his words were vague, and I just felt awkward and had never thought about them carefully. Now, he meant that Mo Ran had been pleased with him, but later changed his mind and fell in love with Chu Wanning again."

Everyone stopped talking.

Many inconspicuous details that were once cleared one by one at this time.

Suddenly someone whispered: "You all went there when the Tianyin Pavilion robbed the prison, right? When Chu Wanning comforted him, I seemed to see him kissing his forehead."

"Ah!" The description of the details is even more disgusting, but it becomes more and more curious, "Who kissed who?"

The man scratched his head and explained, "Chu Wanning kissed Mo Ran."

“…”

"Didn't you see it?"

Everyone said they didn't see clearly, so the man spread his hands and said, "Okay, then pretend I didn't say it. Maybe I was dazzled by seeing it wrong."

But many times, "Just pretend I didn't say it" is actually a nonsense, which is similar to "I have something to say, not to say it."

Can the water splashed out be taken back? So this disgust becomes more and more obvious. If the master and apprentice are together, it would be better if the apprentice takes the initiative, but if the master takes the initiative, this taboo will be even more fishy, ​​which makes it look particularly ulterior motives and disrespectful to the master.

This kind of private discussion and speculation is of course not limited to this dilapidated temple. As the biggest suspects, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning became topics of conversation on the streets and alleys.

The so-called good things do not go out, bad things go thousands of miles away. The topic of "teacher kindness and disciple filial piety" will make people drowsy, while "master and disciple affair" can make the whole dining table look at a mouth that talks endlessly. Even if some people suspect or are dissatisfied, it will not prevent the rumors from scattering.

So I guessed that everything was there for a while - saying that Mo Ran climbed into the bed, saying that Xue Meng and Chu Wanning were also involved, saying that Shi Mei and Chu Wanning were probably not clean either. In this way, the originally clean Beidou Immortal Lord became a perverted old man who liked to molest handsome boys day and night.

"The word of the whole person can melt gold, and the bones can be destroyed" has never been a empty talk.

"Look at his three apprentices, which one is not very good-looking. Do you believe it if he doesn't have the intention?"

"When Mo Ran first entered the sect, didn't Chu Wanning refuse to accept him? I had a friend I knew at the top of life and death. He told me that Mo Ran went to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion for a night, and then Chu Wanning accepted him-why? You have to ask, after sleeping, Mo Ran's skills on the bed are good."

These details made people feel itchy and talked about it more and more relish.

"Mo Ran was just a young man at that time, and Chu Wanning really could do it."

"I suddenly understood why the female cultivator who went to peek at him for a bath was beaten to death. I'm afraid I saw something I shouldn't have seen."

There was a little ambiguous silence, and then a gangster smiled maliciously and said, "Hey, I'm really a little curious. You guys say, who is above and who is below when they sleep?"

"It must be Mo Ran below. You know Chu Wanning's temper. He is so arrogant that he will never find an apprentice to sleep with him."

"Thinking about this, Mo Ran is really pitiful... He was forced to sleep with an old man who was as old as himself. He was strong and difficult to serve. He was not the best-looking one. He must be very disgusting."

"well……"

And these gossips are not the most fierce. As time goes by, several Zhenlong chess pieces have been recognized, and they are all disciples at the top of life and death.

If one or two is a coincidence, then the clues that are caught every time point to the top of life and death, even the innocent sect will inevitably become the target of public criticism, causing great panic.

In the past few days, some people have come to the top of life and death to argue, but they are all turned away.

"President Xue is not here, I will talk about it in a few days if you have anything to do."

"Where did Xue Zhengyong go?"

Seeing the other party calling the master's name, the little disciple guarding the gate got angry: "Since the change, my head of the family has been busy setting up chess pieces, doing everything by himself. He will be wherever there is suffering, and you can find it yourself!"

Those who were provoking trouble sneered: "Busy to settle the chess pieces? I think they were busy manipulating the chess pieces and colluding with the criminal Mo Ranchu Wanning."

"What are you talking nonsense?!"

"I'm talking nonsense?" said the man, "Mo Ran practiced the forbidden arts, and Chu Wanning robbed the prisoner and fled. Combined with the fact that Xue Zhengyong had been constantly pleading for Mo Ran, these days, there were disciples at the top of life and death everywhere and were made into Zhenlong Chess. He said that there was nothing wrong with your sect, who would believe it?"

Faced with these fragmented searchers, Xue Zhengyong always sighed tiredly after hearing the report, saying, "The pure one will be clear. Now in this world, it is already thankful that you can do what you have at your fingertips. Don't pay attention to what they are saying, let them go."

On this day, someone came up to the mountain gate and brought a few corpses, saying that they would make the top of life and death pay their lives.

It was late at night when Xue Zhengyong came back, he was covered in blood and was injured several times. While listening to Mrs. Wang telling him these things, he washed the sludge on his face, took a breath, and did not say anything immediately.

Mrs. Wang said: "It's not a solution to continue like this. Do you think you should go to Tianyin Pavilion for help..."

"Seeking help from Tianyin Pavilion?" Xue Zhengyong glanced over his eyes, and there was a scratch on his cheek from a zombie. "I think something is wrong in Tianyin Pavilion. That Mu Yanli is like a clay-sculpted Bodhisattva, confused and slutty."

Mrs. Wang hurriedly covered his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense."

“…”

"I know you feel uncomfortable." Mrs. Wang sighed and touched his face, "But what can I do? That is the descendant of the gods, the Thousand-Second Sect established by the gods, and they are always majestic. So even three hundred years ago, no one dared to question them that time, so what strength do you have to shake it?"

Xue Zhengyong looked angry, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he threw the towel that scrubbed the wound, went to the window alone, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and looked at the crescent moon outside.

"What do you think about Ran'er's current moment?" After a long time, his voice was hoarse and he asked.

Mrs. Wang dragged her long skirt and walked to him: "Husband..."

The moonlight shone on the man's face, and the face that had always been laughing and laughed at this moment, looked so tired and even a little old-fashioned.

"Although he is not my brother's biological child, he even killed my nephew. But for so many years... do you understand? For so many years, I have been holding him...I..."

"I understand. You don't have to say anything more, I know." Mrs. Wang's eyes also turned red, "I'm the same."

Xue Zhengyong buried his face in his palm, rubbed it with a depressed and painful condition, suddenly arched his body and coughed violently.

I finally stopped coughing, but my hand moved away, but it was blood from a palm.

Mrs. Wang was stunned and immediately anxious: "Why are you so seriously injured? Late down and let me see."

"Nothing looks good." Xue Zhengyong wiped the blood with a sack towel, "I just suffered some internal injuries, and I will recover for a few days."

"Don't run out tomorrow. Look at the head of another family, who does everything personally like you?"

Xue Zhengyong seemed to want to squeeze out a smile, but he was too tired and exhausted both physically and mentally. The smile fell down halfway: "Ran'er and Yuheng are still missing, and the world of cultivation has not been peaceful these days. A few days ago, even the Wuchang Town at the foot of the mountain had a murder case, and nine people died. Let me sit at this time?"

"..." Mrs. Wang opened her beautiful eyes and looked at him silently.

Xue Zhengyong patted her head: "You know that I am impossible."

Mrs. Wang bit her lip and said, "Then you should take a rest for at least one day. Your internal injury has vomited blood, so don't slack off. Have you forgotten how your brother got there?"

The last smile on Xue Zhengyong's face also subsided.

He saw Mrs. Wang's eyelashes sagging, and there was a shimmering light under the soft eyelash curtain. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken and said, "You, don't cry... I'm lucky and lucky... Oh, okay, then I'll stay in the sect tomorrow and won't go anywhere. I'll take a day off and then go out again. I'll do this, right?"

Mrs. Wang choked and said, "I don't care about you, I can't control you. You can go wherever you go."

"How can it be?" Xue Zhengyong smiled bitterly, "Okay, don't worry. Look at me, I have never seen any storms in the past few decades, it's okay. If you believe me, you will get better."

The next day, Xue Zhengyong did not go out, but he was not idle either. He sorted out his veins in the library and pondered hard.

"Lord, the young master has stewed medicine for you, so you should drink it while it's hot."

Xue Zhengyong said: "Let's go."

He was thinking about the important points, but he had no intention of getting up and leaving, and he was busy until the afternoon. Later, due to an intra-ribly injury, he remembered to drink the medicine that had been cold slowly.

After stepping out of the library, Xue Zhengyong asked the disciples who were guarding the gate: "Where is Madam and Xue Meng?"

"The young master just came back from the foot of the mountain. His wife burned incense and prayed for blessings in the ancestral temple. Do you want to call them here?"

Xue Zhengyong originally wanted to talk to them and rest for a while. But when he was about to speak, he felt dizzy in front of him - after all, he was old and no longer a young man in his twenties. He could recover well after being injured after sleeping.

He had to accept his old age.

"Forget it, don't bother them." Xue Zhengyong endured the pain and forced a smile, "I'll go to the retreat room to meditate for a while. If there is something wrong, just come to me there."

“Yes, Lord.”

Xue Zhengyong raised his hand and patted the disciple on the shoulder. It was probably because of the sudden reunion during this period of time that he felt a little desolate. At this time, he looked at the little disciple in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was the greenest and most beautiful years.

And if he could do more for the good years of these young people, it would be great.

"Let's go, those books that I've messed up, I'll bother you..."

Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly rushed over and knelt down when he saw Xue Zhengyong, with a look of disaster on his face, and replied: "Lord! It's not good!"

This excitement made Xue Zhengyong's abdominal and rib pain even more. Alas, it was true. I had known that I should have given Tan Lang a diagnosis and treatment first.

His face turned pale, but he still asked in pain: "I'm anxious and panicked, what's wrong?"

The disciple said anxiously: "All the sects of the upper cultivation world came to the Danxin Palace, including the world's largest sect, Gu Yueye."

Xue Zhengyong's heart skipped a beat, and he had vaguely guessed the reason, but he still said, "...what are they here to do."

"It is said that there are too many sues and doubts about the peak of life and death during this period. They said they could no longer sit still and ask the Lord and ask for an explanation from the Lord." The disciple became more and more dissatisfied and almost burst into tears. "Lord, look at their posture, I am afraid we will force us to disperse the sect."

"..." Xue Zhengyong's face turned pale, he bit his teeth, raised his hand and passed several acupoints on the abdomen and ribs, and said, "It's really not to tell the difference between right and wrong, it's too much."

He turned his head and said to the guards of the library: "Don't tell your wife about this in advance, so as not to worry too much."

"yes."

After giving the order, Xue Zhengyong picked up the little disciple who was helpless on the ground and said calmly: "Follow me to the front hall."
Chapter completed!