Yuan Cheng, like He Jietong, is from the main lineage of Qingyang Sect, but he is a different disciple of Qingyang Sect Elder Zhou. When He Jietong was only a disciple of the mountain sect, Yuan Cheng had already gained quite a reputation, and he was a disciple of Qingyang Sect Elder Zhou. Nie Guipeng and Wu Lei are equally famous, and they are both elites of the Qingyang Sect. However, since Nie Guipeng, Wu Lei, and Su Qiaoqiao left the Qingyang Sect, he has also disappeared and has never returned to Qingyang in these years. Door.
He Jietong knew that Yuan Cheng had been looking for Nie Guipeng and Su Qiaoqiao outside these years. Unfortunately, with Nie Guipeng and Su Qiaoqiao deliberately avoiding them, Yuan Cheng's search often ended in vain. Even so, he had no intention of returning to Qingyang Clan. If it hadn't been for the repeated strict orders from the head of the family this time and Zhou Butong's urging from various channels, I'm afraid he wouldn't have come to Nanyang City.
That past event is like smoke, but it has not dissipated.
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But what made He Jietong even more unbearable was the time when he was a disciple of the mountain sect. He received special care from Yuan Cheng. It made him shudder every time he thought about it. But this time he stood in front of Yuan Cheng, looking calm on the surface. , but in fact, I have already been suffering from worry.
"What about the rest?"
"Now many disciples of Qingyang Sect have come to Nanyang City, and the master and other seniors will arrive soon. Master Wei will stay in Qingyang Sect to take charge of affairs, but Uncle Zhou will come. Senior brother, you have left Qingyang Sect for many years, and you have Master Zhou has never met before, but this time it’s just right.”
Yuan Cheng glared at He Jietong, causing He Jietong's voice to tremble without even noticing it. He suppressed some of the thoughts in his mind and all the uncontrollable misfortunes, and pretended not to understand. Yuan Chengyan continued. He pretended to be calm and said: "Senior brother, you can rest here first and wait until Uncle Zhou arrives..."
"Baby, it seems that you are a lot bolder, you actually dare to play tricks on me!"
Yuan Cheng interrupted He Jietong and took a step forward.
He Jietong's face changed drastically, and he tried his best to mobilize his energy, and turned around to escape, but he was picked up by Yuan Cheng like a chicken with no resistance at all.
Although Yuan Cheng did not imprison He Jietong's Yuan Power, even if He Jietong's Yuan Power burst out, he could not break away Yuan Cheng's right hand. In despair, although he did not give up resistance, even if it was fruitless, he returned at the same time. He turned around and shouted: "Senior brother, what are you doing? If you have something to say, please say it!"
"Where is the person I'm looking for?"
"Wha...who is that person?"
He Jietong's eyes flickered, pretending not to know, but this did not escape Yuan Cheng's eyes.
"Haha, little bastard, it seems that you have forgotten everything after not seeing each other for so many years."
He Jietong's expression changed and he felt bad.
"I told you on the way here that if you dare to lie to me, I will take off your clothes and hang them on the Nanyang City Gate. It seems that you can give Qingyang Gate a good face."
He Jietong's face was full of shock, and there was a storm in his heart. He had no doubts about what Yuan Cheng said, because this senior brother Yuan was completely capable of such a thing. He struggled quickly, but still to no avail.
"This...I've never heard of it!"
"I know very well whether you have said it or not. As for whether you heard it or not, that is your business. I used to hang you on the mountain gate when I was a child. It is just for me to miss you."
"I...I have grown up."
"No matter how tall you are, you are still the youngest."
Unable to resist, He Jie Tong was carried out by Yuan Cheng. Judging from Yuan Cheng's posture, it seemed as if he was really going to take He Jie Tong to the Nanyang City Gate and hang him up.
What He Jietong couldn't ignore was Yuan Cheng's words "Take off your clothes". If he really did that...
He Jietong couldn't imagine it at all, and silently apologized to Nie Guipeng and Su Qiaoqiao repeatedly in his heart. With no choice, he had to tell Yuan Cheng where they lived at this time, but in this way, he was afraid that the Qingyang Sect would There will be a lot of trouble inside.
Just when Yuan Cheng was carrying He Jietong and was about to step out, and when He Jietong was about to accept his fate and speak, a sharp sword energy came from high in the sky. Yuan Cheng carried He Jietong and moved left and right, but he couldn't avoid that simple sword attack. Angry, I had to take a few steps back.
The sword energy seemed to be just to make him retreat, and had no intention of hurting him. It landed in front of Yuan Cheng, but it disappeared without a trace when it touched the ground. This kind of control was amazing.
Staring at the unscathed ground, Yuan Cheng's face became serious. He looked up at the figure standing on the wall and saluted respectfully: "Master."
Standing there, Zhong Ding, the head of the Qingyang Sect, looked down with his sword eyes, and his eyes fell on He Jietong, who was being carried like a chicken by Yuan Chengru.
He Jietong's face was filled with shame. He tried to move twice, but Yuan Cheng's hand remained motionless. He had no choice but to remind him in a low voice: "Brother, put me down quickly... Oops!"
He felt a powerful force of energy rushing in, sealing the energy in his body tightly in an instant. He Jietong felt that he had lost the ability to control, and his movements were sluggish for a moment. At this moment, Yuan Cheng let go of his hand, and He Jietong was caught off guard. Then he fell hard to the ground.
The moment he fell to the ground, he felt that all the energy in his body was running smoothly again, as if Yuan Cheng had done nothing to him. He Jietong was secretly angry, but he quickly stood up and stood respectfully.
"Now that you're back, don't wander around again."
Zhong Ding's eyes fell on Yuan Cheng. His eyes were light, capturing Yuan Cheng's aura. However, Yuan Cheng's energy was tightly locked. Although he could not completely hide his cultivation in front of beings like Zhong Ding, But Zhong Ding couldn't figure out the specific level of his strength, he could only get a rough idea.
It seems that although Yuan Cheng has been running around all these years, his practice has not fallen behind.
"Your master will be here soon. He will be happy to know that you are back."
Yuan Cheng sighed secretly, bowed and said: "Don't worry, Master, the disciple will not run away again."
"That's good. No matter how much time passes, you are still disciples of the Qingyang Sect. Now the Qingyang Sect is in a critical period of development. It is when your strength is needed. Contribute to the sect. If the sect is good, you will too. better."
"Disciple understands."
The scene suddenly became quiet. Although Zhong Ding was still standing there, he still didn't speak. Instead, he closed his eyes.
At this moment, the two disciples who had just arrived came over with a brand new set of Taoist robes. When they saw Zhong Ding, they quickly knelt down and saluted.
He Jietong took the Taoist robe from them, let them go down, and handed the Taoist robe to Yuan Cheng.
Yuan Cheng took over the Taoist robe, then bowed and said: "If there is nothing else, I will go down."
Zhong Ding nodded, and Yuan Cheng retreated, choosing a room at random and entering.
He shouldn't run out again, right?
He Jietong was worried, feeling that Yuan Cheng would not run away again now, so he said this in front of Zhong Ding. If he ran away again, Zhou Tongtong would not be able to save him.
Suddenly, Zhong Ding was standing in front of him, which made He Jietong's heart skip a beat.
"For those who are cultivators of immortality, cultivation is the foundation. They should practice continuously. Once they slack off, they will not be able to control anything."
"yes."
Zhong Ding's tone was extremely cold. He probably got angry after seeing how He Jietong was unable to resist in Yuan Cheng's hands. However, He Jietong was also aggrieved. Yuan Cheng's cultivation level was far above him. No matter how diligently he cultivated, After practicing so hard, how could it be possible to catch up so easily?
But even so, he had to accept it honestly.
"Is everything arranged?"
"yes."
"Now the elite disciples from all the sects have gathered in Nanyang City. Kunlun has reappeared in the world after ten years. Many things have changed. I tell my disciples to be careful in everything they say and do, so as not to lose the face of our Qingyang Sect. .”
"yes!"
"But if anyone dares to provoke our Qingyang Sect, we must not let our reputation be insulted. Swordsmen are upright and should ask themselves."
"……yes!"
He Jietong understood what Zhong Ding meant, and suddenly felt a lot of pressure. At the same time, he was still a little hesitant. Kunlun's reappearance brought great changes to Zhong Ding's plan. How will this storm in Shenxian Ridge begin and end? ?
All the sects gathered here, the undercurrents were surging, and the relationships inside were complicated. Just following the instructions of Zhong Ding seemed to light a fuse between the younger generation of disciples. This made He Jietong tremble just thinking about it. He raised his head, but Zhong Ding was no longer there.
The courtyard suddenly became quiet, and He Jietong couldn't help but turn his head and look at the room where Yuan Cheng was, thinking that he wouldn't come out to bully her again, right?
