As soon as Fan Qinghui finished speaking.
Joo Ok-yeon received an indifferent glance from her ancestor.
She naturally understood in her heart.
She immediately let go of Joo Ok-yeon with a gentle smile on her face.
When her jade-like hands left his collar, she even tidied it up considerately.
Joo Ok-yeon: "Sect Leader is indeed considerate."
"..."
Fan Qinghui was almost angered to death by this group of shameless people.
However, Xie Lige and the others also knew that they were not likable. In addition, Tzu Hang Jing Zhai had indeed sent people to change the disciples in the palace.
Their goal of fighting Tzu Hang Jing Zhai had been achieved. Xie Lige was too lazy to stay here and watch a few children bully the little ones.
He glanced indifferently at Shi Zhixuan behind him.
He said, "Let's go."
After that,
He turned around and walked down the mountain.
The figure in the monk robe walked in front unhurriedly.
Shi Zhixuan silently heaved a sigh of relief and followed behind him.
Joo Ok-yeon reluctantly looked at Fan Qinghui, who was staring at her coldly.
She smiled charmingly. "Head leader, I'll come and play with you next time." Anyway, now she knew that her martial arts were higher than the other party's.
Only the other party avoided her life.
Thinking of the aggrieved look of being bullied in the past, Joo Ok-yeon's smile deepened a lot.
Fan Qinghui: "..."
Fan Qinghui: Lock the door next time.
Joo Ok-yeon naturally did not know what Fan Qinghui was thinking. After teasing Fan Qinghui, she turned her head and followed the footsteps of the people in front of her.
They walked down the mountain.
???
Xi Liao?
To set an example? To stir up trouble?
They first watched the group of people leave in shock.
Then, they looked at Fan Qinghui, who was on the ground, in disbelief.
Kou Zhong pulled Xu Ziling's sleeve in confusion. "Young Master Xu,
Come on.
Pull. I suspect that I'm still in a dream. "
"…" Without saying anything, Xu Ziling reached out and pulled hard!
"Hiss —" Kou Zhong sucked in a breath of cold air. He felt as if his cheeks were about to be ripped apart. When Xu Ziling let go of his hand, he was in so much pain that tears came out of his eyes. He covered the painful area with his hand and gently rubbed it. His words were unclear.
"Do you dare to withdraw so much gold!!"
After releasing his hand, Xu Ziling tried to pinch it again. Seeing Kou Zhong cry out in pain, he didn't feel guilty at all and said confidently, "You made me do it!"
"I was just scared!" After rubbing for a long time, it was finally not as painful as before. Kou Zhong said in an aggrieved tone.
"Why don't you tell me yourself? Did you see this scene?" Kou Zhong pointed to the scene in the main hall and spoke in low voice.
Xu Ziling …
Naturally, he was dumbfounded.
So when Kou Zhong sucked in a breath of cold air, he was still letting his imagination run wild. When he saw Kou Zhong in front of him excitedly wanting to look again, he couldn't help but frown, pulled him, and said, "Let's go."
Kou Zhong was leaning on the door to look inside. Who was Fan Qinghui? The famous current leader of Tzu Hang Jing Zhai had just been knocked to the ground by a group of people. This kind of excitement was so interesting, and he liked excitement the most. When he felt his sleeve being pulled, he turned his head and was about to get angry when he met Xu Ziling's disapproving gaze.
Kou Zhong felt very wronged. You don't want to look, but you don't want to let me look.
Xu Ziling warned, "We are not Senior Xie. It is a piece of cake for the leader of Tzu Hang Jing Zhai to deal with us. Are you sure you want to continue watching?"
If they continued to watch, they would most likely be discovered. After that, not only would they not be able to watch the show, but they would also have no chance of surviving.
These words were like a splash of cold water on Kou Zhong's face. He completely calmed down and said with some lingering fear, "Thank you, brother." Xu Ziling shook his head, indicating that it was okay.
Kou Zhong then turned around and went down the mountain without hesitation, without giving the people in the sect another look.
Xu Ziling followed behind him.
At this moment, halfway up the mountain.
Xie Lige was in the lead, and Shi Zhixuan was behind him. The two of them walked unhurriedly in the direction of the carriage. The others were not far behind them. Shi Zhixuan lowered his head, and his attitude was very docile.
Suddenly, Xie Lige in front of him threw out a sentence, "Son, did you forget to tell us something?"
Shi Zhixuan froze.
Then, he began to think about what he had just revealed, but it turned out that there was nothing. Shi Zhixuan could only hide one thing from his father.
That was the matter of his daughter.
He knew his own father's temperament. Don't look at how right now he was just ignoring Ci Hang Jing Zhai, it looked like he did not deal a heavy hand. In fact, Shi Zhixuan only knew because that group of nuns, in his eyes, were all ants not worth mentioning. Would you take a bite from a mosquito and then exterminate all the mosquitoes in the world?
The effort was not proportional to the reward.
Not killing the Tzu Hang Jing Zhai did not mean that the latter did not hate the Tzu Hang Jing Zhai.
Half of his daughter's blood was from the Tzu Hang Jing Zhai. Thinking about his father's usual disdainful expression towards the Tzu Hang Jing Zhai, Shi Zhixuan suddenly hesitated.
Just as he was about to speak.
Xie Lige suddenly spoke.
He glanced at him, then retracted his gaze and said indifferently, "Alright, there's no need to speak.
I don't want to force you. You're not a child anymore. When you want to say it, you can come to me and say it yourself.
Foundation!
The carriage was already in front of them. After Xie Lige finished speaking, she lifted the curtain and got into the carriage. Shi Zhixuan was left in a daze as he stared blankly at the curtain. After a while, he came back to his senses and turned around to call Wan Wan.
???
Panic?
Book?
Play?
Offering Yu Huang Huan Ba at the Phantom Tarr Table?
Shu Chou Tuo?
Bo Fang Poke Suo Ying Huo Wei Hua Palm Jue????
Huan Ye Yu Yun Yun Sword?
Desolate Ramie Coffin Making Noise in the Machinery Sack and Narrow Temple Wasting Time
"Ancestor."
A narrow temple?
Xin Mo Huan Tong
Xie Lige gestured for her to stand up.
???
'Push?'
The wine is blowing and the temple is bustling.
But?
Xia Xianmu was willing to surrender?
Jing Shu?
Swallow?
Xian Zhuojiang?
What do you mean?
Skeletal scars?
Yu Yuehuan Fang Miao Ling Oyster Sakura Jun
As soon as this was said,???
Huan Sang?
Return?
Was it because of this that Xing Baochu, the Hidden Calamity Xing Baochu, had agreed to offer up a present to flatter and apologize to play?
Mellow?
Na Feixiu's surname is Shen Chui Mei, and her surname is Neon Bake Ying?
Mo Φ crumbling bones in a chasm model?
To offer Mo Xie Wei Bei Jun
"Accept her as your personal disciple."
Xie Lige closed his eyes. At this time, he did not move like a monk. He sat on a chair in the carriage and tapped his right hand on the chair.
???
Wanghuanghuanghuanghuanzi?
Tailoring?
What?
Also?? ≡
Song of Teng?
Eh?
Crumbling bones???
Too lazy to forgive!
"Go back and teach her some imperial schemes. When she is a little older, send her to the palace."
Xie Lige naturally knew that Wu Zetian, the future Empress, was probably still a little loli who loved to eat candies. However, learning had to start from a young age, so he still gave the order.
"What?!"
Stealing plaques?
Fang Conggu, Song Xianshui?
Play?
Eh?
Tao Ji Wu Ju Xian Liu Song???
Fu Ji Cha??