Song Mingting followed the Lihe Daoren and left Tianzhao Pavilion.

The sun outside the pavilion was warm, and the golden sunlight shone on his body, warm and lazy. The Lihe Taoist looked at Song Mingting with a smile and comforted him: "It's okay."

Song Mingting looked up at the Lihe Daoren, and after waking up from the bottom of the pond, he forced a smile on his face for the first time.

Things like hurting your fellow disciples can be big or small. In the big picture, it can be a natural rebellious thing, regardless of the friendship between fellow disciples. In the small picture, it can be a small fight between children. Whether the matter is big or small depends on the severity of the matter and how the elders judge it.

Although he made Zhou Wuyuan's four men feel embarrassed this time, he was very cautious in his actions and did not really hurt people. Although Zhou Wuyuan's four men's cultivation is much stronger than him, who is he? That is the big demon who makes both the righteous and the demons a headache. Even if he returns to more than a hundred years ago, his cultivation is very easy to deal with a fledgling person like Zhao Jingque, who can be easily done.

Of course, he is now deeply influenced by the more than a hundred years of dreams and cannot completely control his emotions, so he started a little heavier, but it was only a little heavier, and he could not cause any trouble. Moreover, he believed that the person who rescued him would come soon, so Tianzhao Pavilion would not punish him severely no matter what.

Afterwards, things went as he expected.

The Lihe Daoren patted Song Mingting on the shoulder with a kind expression and said strangely: "But I didn't expect you to defeat Zhou Wuyuan and the others. When your senior brother Fengjing came to tell me before, I thought he had made a mistake. Why, you suddenly got up?" Fengjing was his second disciple, his full name was Yang Fengjing.

Song Mingting's expression did not change at all. He understood that his uncle was suspicious.

It is no wonder that his mediocre talent is well known to everyone at Zhongshu Peak. Lihe Dao Ren, as his relative uncle, can only know more clearly. A few days ago, he was no match for Zhou Wuyuan and others. Today he picked all the four people and defeated the strongest Zhou Wuyuan, which is too suspicious. If it were him, he would definitely be suspicious. Not only Lihe Dao Ren, but I guess Taoist Tieshan Dao Ren and Zhuchuan Dao Ren, have probably also become suspicious. The reason why he did not speak rashly was just because of his identity.

"I got a few Qianjun sword talismans some time ago." Song Mingting said.

"No wonder!" Lihe Taoist suddenly realized.

The Qianjun Sword Talisman is an auxiliary talisman. Applying it on the flying sword can add a thousand jin of power to the flying sword without damaging its speed, so it can greatly increase the lethality of the flying sword. Therefore, if the Qianjun Sword Talisman is used, Song Mingting may indeed defeat Zhou Wuyuan.

As for where these thousand-jung sword talismans Song Mingting came from, Lihe Dao Ren did not ask in detail. Everyone has their own opportunities and secrets. When he was a disciple, he did not like to be asked in detail. Now that he has become an elder, he naturally cannot do such an annoying thing, so Lihe Dao Ren did not ask in detail.

"Let's go." The people of Lihe Dao Ren had all the doubts, and he didn't have much doubt. As an elder, he always felt that his junior was good, and Song Mingting was his relative's nephew, so he would certainly not want to doubt Song Mingting. However, the facts this time were a bit beyond common sense, and the feeling that Song Mingting gave him today was indeed a little different from before, so he asked this question. Now that Song Mingting gave the answer, he subconsciously believed it.

As for the feeling that Song Mingting gave him today is different from the past? The Lihe Daoist subconsciously thought that he was in a bad mood. In the Lihe Daoist's opinion, Song Mingting was still a child after all, and children always had winds and showers, and they might feel depressed at any time. So it was nothing strange that Song Mingting was silent than usual.

After walking a few steps, Song Mingting suddenly asked, "Uncle Master, is Master in Zhongshu Pavilion now?" He originally planned to practice and calm his chaotic state of mind and went to find Master. Of course, he wanted to see Master as soon as possible, but he could hide his abnormality in front of others, but with his master's ability and familiarity with him, if he was uneasy, he would definitely not be able to hide it.

The man from Lihe Dao raised his eyebrows slightly and said strangely: "Your master is out to visit friends. Don't you know about this? Why, have you forgotten?"

Song Mingting fell silent. He did forget that for the Lihe Taoist people, this was just a few days ago, but for him, this was more than a hundred years ago. Even if he had a good memory, he could not remember everything in detail. So he completely forgot that his master had recently gone out to visit friends.

The undetectable expectations on Song Mingting's face instantly sank: He couldn't wait to see his master, he wanted to see his master still alive, he wanted to prove that all this was not an illusory dream. He also wanted to tell his master how much he missed him over the years, and told him that he finally disappointed him. He had countless words to say to his master.

But the master is not on the mountain.

The Lihe Taoist on the side didn't know what Song Mingting was thinking, but suddenly felt that Song Mingting's mood seemed to be depressed again. He felt soft and was about to comfort him when he heard Song Mingting say, "Uncle Master, I'll go back to my residence first, and then go to Siguo Pavilion later."

The Taoist Lihe was stunned and nodded: "Go." Then he comforted him, "It's not a big deal to copy scriptures in Siguo Pavilion. You can take advantage of these three days to calm down."

Song Mingting nodded and returned to his residence. As soon as he arrived, Jing Mo and the other four came up anxiously.

"Senior Brother Mingting, are you okay? After you left just now, we ran to find Elder Lihe." Jing Mo said.

Song Mingting nodded to the four people and said, "Next, I will go to Siguo Pavilion to copy the three heavenly scriptures."

What? The four sword boys were shocked.

"Senior Brother Mingting, you were punished to go to Siguo Pavilion to copy the three-day scriptures? There will be no other punishment, right?"

Song Mingting said: "Reduce salary by one month." His tone was still a bit cold and hard.

The four of them showed a look of relief on their faces. If they only reduced their salary for one month and went to Siguo Pavilion for three days, it would be fine, they were afraid that there would be other punishments. In fact, the few people still had a lot of things to ask, such as how he defeated Zhou Wuyuan and others, but they didn't dare to ask anything when they looked at Song Mingting's expression.

Jing Mo and Hanshui followed Song Mingting into the house together. Hanshui went to prepare for the things to copy the scriptures. Jing Mo turned around and went into the inner room and took two knee pads from the house: "Senior Brother Mingting, you can hold this knee pad. Then put it on, and it will be better when you kneel."

"No need." Song Mingting said, taking the pen, ink, paper and inkstone packaged by Hanshui, and then went straight out of the door.
Chapter completed!