Because of unwillingness, the Taoist sect retreated in a very slow speed.

Jing Yiyan was not in a hurry.

He stood there and wrote a letter with a smile.

He detailed the various things that happened in front of Mount Chaoge today, and focused on expressing what he said for Fengling.

Finally, Jing Yiyan made a request in an understatement: "My brother, don't forget to go home during the New Year."

After releasing a scent of peony flowers, the spiritual letter in Jing Yiyan's palm turned into a firefly and passed away.

He turned around and found that Feng Ling had not moved for a long time.

Although Chang Boning first said he retreated, he just turned his back to his hands on the Wushitai and stood quietly.

He didn't move, and the other disciples stood with him, no one disturbed his myth.

...It's just that everyone else has left, and it's a pity that he is the only one who stands like this.

Jing Yiyan approached a little and gently reminded: "Cough."

Chang Boning still remained motionless.

Jing Yiyan took out a bronze Bagua plate from her waist, held it in her left hand, and closed her eyes.

The pointers collided, the gears meshed, and a subtle gurgling sounded.

Chang Boning stood under a pear tree, and his body and mind were tearing apart between great joy and unreasonable sadness, and suddenly felt a coolness blowing on his cheek.

He turned his head and saw the pear blossoms on his shoulders, like thin snow, and he couldn't help but turn his head to see the person who cast the spell.

"Begonia before the rain, the pear blossoms will snow first." Jing Yiyan's palm turned over and put away the Bagua plate, and her tone was gentle and alienated. "Duanrongjun, the first time we met, the three thousand pear blossoms were considered to be meeting..."

After seeing the whole picture of Chang Boning clearly, Jing Yiyan, who had not left for a long time, gave a subtle tone: "...right."

At this moment of turmoil, Chang Boning still did not forget his cultivation. After realizing that he was lost, he smiled at Fengling and ordered: "Let's turn to Fengling."

He turned around and pulled Luo Fuchun, who was still facing the Wushitai, and then said to Jing Yiyan softly: "Sorry, Chang lost his composure and made fellow Taoist laugh."

Jing Yiyan said lightly: "The child is grown up and it is hard to discipline him. This is true, so there is no need to worry about it."

"Thank you fellow Taoist." Chang Boning felt very comfortable when he heard him speak. He knew that he was comforting himself and felt a little grateful. "Is it just that fellow Taoist said as before? How dare you ask about the name of fellow Taoist? I will go to the mansion to pay a visit to thank you in the future."

Jing Yiyan bowed gracefully: "I have never introduced it. I am the next surname Jing."

The name of the Jing family has always been well-known, and a surname is enough to indicate his identity.

Chang Boning looked at him seriously and waited for the following.

Jing Yiyan also looked at him.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Jing Yiyan quickly noticed something was wrong and added: "...Jiuyi Jingmen."

Chang Boning continued to look at him seriously.

Jing Yiyan smiled and stopped making false and real words, and truthfully introduced: "I'm in Jing Yiyan."

Chang Boning: "Is the 'jing' of Bauhinia'?"

Jing Yiyan: "Yes, it's very right."

Chang Boning: "This is a coincidence. My junior brother's friend's surname is Jing, and it seems that he is from Jiuji..."

Jing Yiyan raised her eyebrows: "Duanrong Jun said, "My brother Jing Sanchao?"

Chang Boning was stunned and his face turned red: "...Well, I'm sorry for being rude, I'm really not good at it..."

Jing Yiyan was calm and did not laugh at him at all: "The nobles always forget things. Next time, Qu Duanrong Jun will come to the humble house and Duanrong Jun will definitely not forget it."

Chang Boning was a little confused.

What he said was "going to the mansion to visit", but fellow Taoist Jing said it was "going to the humble house".

...One seemed to go to the Jing family's hall, and the other seemed to go into his inner room.

But Chang Boning quickly realized that he was thinking too much, and secretly smiled bitterly and said, "I am disturbing myself." After turning sideways, he raised his heavy steps and walked down Chaoge Mountain.

Taking two steps, Chang Boning couldn't help looking back, but only caught the slick collar after Feng Rugu turned around and left on the Wushi platform.

...Are you standing there anyway?

Feng Rugu stood on the Wushi platform until most of Fengling left and Chang Boning was taken away, and he felt relieved.

If he remembers correctly, "Baiwuqing Prime Minister" is a peony pattern that belongs to Jing Yiyan, the eldest brother of the Jing family.

Jing Sanchai once complained to him that his eldest brother was a dead fox who looked like a human, smiling gently than anyone else, and being slanderous than anyone else when he cheated.

He rarely goes out, and people rarely see him, so he is often confused by his appearance.

Jing Sanchai made a conclusion for him angrily: "Vox spirit!!"

Once upon a time, Feng Rugu couldn't stand up because of this funny comment.

Now, Feng Rugu can only watch Jing Yiyan accompany Chang Boning to leave.

Anyone can stand beside his senior brother, he can't.

What Feng Ling needs the least now is Feng Ruyuan.

Fortunately, Feng Rugu had adjusted all his expressions as soon as he turned around and picked up the newly appointed wife of the sect leader.

He lost part of it.

Fortunately, it's not that there is nothing.

The wife of the sect leader gave her face and did not struggle, but just stiffened for a moment.

Feng Rugu thought he was going to resist and whispered: "Little Hongchen, your adoptive father is here to find you."

He chuckled very lightly: "...take you home."

Even though this family is not that family.

But after twelve years, he came as promised.

If you stagger your eyes, close your eyes.

Through the distant time, he seemed to see a Buddha's hand shrouded in the mist of sandalwood again.

The sound of the sutras and Buddha fires sounded, and the sound of a wooden fish sounded, and from then on, he suddenly realized his love and hatred and understood his love and hatred, but it took many years to come true.

Love and hate are him, and love and hatred are him.

He didn't dare to look at Feng Rugu's eyes, so he missed it.

In the eyes of others who do not understand Ruyi, this cold-faced layman is holy, steadfast and unyielding.

As for the face of their proud new sect leader, everyone looked horizontally and had four words written: forcing good men to become prostitutes.

Everyone present was confused to varying degrees.

The sect leader has not returned for a long time, and the sects in the hearts of the sects, actually have some small thoughts.

Someone who has been kind to "Lin Xuejing" and insists on the sect leader's greatest faction, some who trust 34 more, secretly supports 34th in the sect to take "Lin Xuejing" and replace them, and some who doesn't care who is the sect leader, but only seeks their own safety, can be considered a self-esteem.

However, the situation was critical just now, and everyone could only agree with the outside world, so they all bowed to Feng Rugu as the leader.

...Never one has the same face as he crosses the river and destroys the bridge.

Thirty-six followed Feng Rugu, and saw the changes in everyone's expressions. He thought about it and asked him whispered: "So, you wrote me to tell me that I would call you back when something happened in the Bushimen?"

Feng Rugu came back in this situation, although it was a risky one, but it played a role in turning the tide.

In this case, handing over the power of the sect leader can save a lot of trouble.

Today, the Taoist sect obviously came with the desire to destroy the family.

Feng Rugu today has been considered a guarantee of the unworldly sect.

As long as he can survive the crisis of Tang Daoke, at least on the surface, no one dares to question Feng Rugu's prestige as the leader of the sect.

Feng Rugu ignored her and took a few steps, remembered something again, turned around and looked at Sang Luojiu: "Where can I arrange the place in the door for this kid?"

Thirty-four followed behind him and smiled: "There are so many."

Feng Rugu nodded to him: "Uncle Thirty-fourth, thank you for your hard work."

This "Thank you" is justified and is far from enough.

The Bushimen was founded for eight years.

In name, Feng Rugu gave him a place to stay.

In fact, in eight years, he did not have a day to rest.

Every inch of bricks and tiles on Chaoge Mountain is his hard work.

He walked through the desert, through the wasteland, and through countless bright moons and suns. He thought he was not very smart, so he was shameless and laughed and scolded, and he set up a world-class unparalleled family with a scale of thousands of people.

But Sansi replied easily: "Hi, I'm used to it."

He paused, his tone obviously became much more eager: "But, your new swordsmanship is good. When you settle down, I have to have a good conversation with you. You can't always think I'm annoyed like your master."

Thirty-four people have few advantages.
To be continued...