Ji Hongxi walked with Lu Yun. The road was still long. Yun Shuiqing also appeared behind him, silent.
"Don't worry, Master said that if the leader makes things difficult for you, he will fight for his life and seek justice for you."
"He also said that if you can't beat him, he will take a step back and leave you with a whole body."
This was indeed what Yuntian could say, but Lu Yun was more concerned about another point.
"Master is out of seclusion?"
Logically speaking, the other party is still in retreat.
"Hmph, things are so big. If he continues to retreat, he might wake up and find his little apprentice gone."
Ji Hongxi's words were filled with resentment, and they were directed at Lu Yun.
Probably saying that she can really make a scene.
Lu Yun, who felt she had been wronged, walked at the front and came outside the main hall under the curious eyes of many Hidden Sword Sect disciples.
Wu Zhuo was still on her body, and Lu Yun seemed to be apologizing for it.
The door opened, and the spiritual pressure rushing towards him made it difficult to move forward.
Lu Yun's knees softened, but she held on.
She carried Wu Zhu on her back, smiled slightly under Yun Shuiqing's worried eyes, and continued walking.
The floor was cracking beneath my feet.
Every step she took, the strong wind scraped her flesh, causing her to grit her teeth in pain and move forward without saying a word.
The surrounding disciples had been dispersed long ago, but no one saw her embarrassment.
Ji Hongxi stood at the door, watching quietly as Lu Yun disappeared into the darkness, and the door slammed shut in front of him.
The relaxed smile on his face is no longer there.
He stared at the door with cold and merciless eyes. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Yun Shuiqing, the curve of his head was so cold and thin.
"If the leader wants to kill my junior sister, what will you do?"
He asked the heart-wrenching words, but he flicked his sleeves and left.
Her big sleeves were fluttering, and her red dress was blown by the wind. Her back looked like the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, as if she would become a feather at any moment.
A dark color appeared on Ji Hongxi's body that Yun Shuiqing couldn't understand. From the scorching red it fell into a strong black, like an evil ghost whose conscience had been swallowed up, leaving only resentment and resentment.
The clear clouds and water stayed in place.
As the weapon spirit of the Hidden Sword Sect's divine sword, to a certain extent, he is one with the Hidden Sword Sect.
He never thought that one day he would have to choose between the Hidden Sword Sect and his junior sister.
The wind and rain outside have nothing to do with Lu Yun.
Now she was standing in the center of the hall, surrounded by many people.
The leader, five elders.
She saw her master sitting on a chair, half leaning back and slouching, with a cold face, as if he was ready to clean up the door at any time.
She also saw the Great Elder Lin Zhong, who had already criticized her, with his brows furrowed together, but he had no murderous intention.
No one spoke, and Lu Yun was speechless.
Ever since she entered the hall, the pressure had been with her.
She bent her body, and because of this movement, Wuzhuo covered her figure in the shadow of the sword, giving her a moment to breathe.
My calves are getting weak.
The pressure from the powerful, just one look can make people want to kneel down and beg for mercy.
But she didn't kneel.
She picked up Wu Zhu and stood on the ground, using the sword as a support to force her body to stand up.
She looked up, her hair wet with sweat from her forehead, and her black hair stuck to her cheeks.
Even though she was at a disadvantage, her expression did not change. Instead, under the heavy pressure, Wuzhuo let out a deep sword cry, with the wild flamboyance of a master.
Especially those cold eyes, burning like the sun, astonishingly bright.
At this moment, all the pressure suddenly disappeared, and everything was as fast as her illusion.
In the world of ice and fire, Lu Yun raised a smile.
"Disciple Lu Yun, I have met the leader, the elders, and the master."
The girl's voice is hoarse and dry, like a hard stone that has never been sharpened, but it also overflows with a little bit of the clear spirit deep in the hard stone, which is the brilliance of beautiful jade.
"Evil disciple, what did my master teach you in the past? Who gave you the courage to associate with those demon cultivators!"
A slap came over, but the wind of the palm missed Lu Yun's face and fell on Wu Zhu.
Wu Zhuo seemed to be an aggrieved child, wandering for a while, then fell to the ground whining, and Yun Tian just appeared, grabbed Lu Yun's collar and threw her on a chair.
"Sit tight and tell me the truth, otherwise I will kill you."
His voice was ferocious, but his movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting his little apprentice.
Lu Yun was laughing in her heart as she sat safely on the chair.
It was her master who understood her. She almost couldn't hold on and knelt down. The eyes between the master and the disciple showed a tacit understanding that others could not see through.
Lin Chong's eyes twitched, he wanted to say something, but he simply turned his head and turned a blind eye.
Duan Lang's expression was stern, with no emotion at all. The fourth elder, who was rarely seen, laughed with joy. Jing Yuan, the only female elder, coughed a few times.
"Yuntian, don't worry, just let her talk it over."
The one who spoke was Ouyang Buwen. He was sitting on the main seat, wearing a simple Taoist robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and an immortal demeanor.
Another cup of tea arrived in front of Lu Yun.
Lu Yun was not polite and drank it all in one gulp. The sufficient spiritual energy in the spirit tea soothed the pain on her body, and she told everything that happened after she arrived in Wujian Town.
What is hidden is the presence of Tengfeng Tiger.
That little beast had never had the chance to be born. If she said it to attract attention, the beast king would probably come over and pinch her to death.
"So, you were originally going to rely on the Beast King's promise to solve the problem?"
Ouyang Buwen hooked his finger, and the bone whistle hanging around Lu Yun's neck passed.
He did not ask Lu Yun deeply about what happened in Wuwang Valley. It had nothing to do with the Kongchan Sect. It was an opportunity that belonged to the disciple himself.
The fingertips rubbed against the white bones, and the bone whistle, which was in close contact with Lu Yun's body temperature, maintained its initial coldness and felt good to the touch.
"Ouyang, why are you touching my bones? What, are you attracted to me?"
Suddenly, a joking voice came out of the bone whistle and exploded in the hall. At this moment, several elders looked strange, and even Lu Yun almost burst out laughing.
"Ahem!"
The kind leader's face turned red. He smiled awkwardly and returned the bone whistle to Lu Yun.
"That is to say, you felt that Ah Li's identity was not simple, and you wanted to test it out, but you didn't expect that the other person was someone taught by Kong Chan, right?"
"Yes!" This is the truth.
No matter how much she guessed, she had always suspected what kind of demon cultivator Ah Li was, but she didn't dare to guess about that kind of lord.
Tapping his fingers on the table, Ouyang Buwen spoke calmly.
"Don't worry, I guarantee you this, no one will make things difficult for you."
Ouyang Buwen looked at Lu Yun with a very satisfied expression. He was in the middle stage of foundation building, with a deep foundation and a cold and unyielding sword intent. He was a good seedling.
Sword cultivator, you can guess a sword cultivator's thoughts by looking at the sword intention.
He didn't notice anything dark in the opponent's sword intent. It was a cold moon in the night sky, surrounded by twilight, still clean and aloof, unstained by dust.
"You are all satisfied."
Ouyang Buwen was not asking the people present.
There was a rustling sound.
Lu Yun looked at some empty places with her peripheral vision. There was no one there, but there were streams of spiritual consciousness coming from the other major sects.
Ever since she returned to the Hidden Sword Sect, Ruoyouruowu's prying eyes disappeared at this moment.
Those people left.
