Looking at Feng Canlin and Song Yiheng who seemed to have something to say, Song Yizhi was quite discerning.
She raised her finger and pointed at the door and said, "Then I will go in first?"
Feng Canglin responded and watched Song Yizhi go in.
After Song Yizhi entered, Song Yiheng walked up step by step and stood in front of Feng Canglin.
"What are you doing?" As he said this, Song Yiheng turned his head and glanced in the direction of the door. His meaning was obvious.
After the words fell, Song Yiheng raised his hand to build a barrier to prevent the wall from having ears.
Although there was some kindness in Feng Canglin's eyes, it was not much. He said lightly, "Zhi Zhi has transformed."
It seems that Zhizhi's two bloodlines are well integrated. It's true...
"But her surname is Song." Song Yiheng smiled warmly in the spring breeze.
Looking at Song Yiheng who looked like the reincarnation of Lotus Root, Feng Canglin said softly, "Is this important?"
"Isn't it important?" Song Yiheng spread his hands, looking unspeakably mean and joking, "Don't the demon world care about these things very much?"
"Isn't that your human cultivator?" Feng Canglin sneered, with a chill in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "The demon world speaks through blood."
The look on Song Yiheng's face dimmed.
"You should be lucky." Feng Canglin raised his hand and patted Song Yiheng's shoulder, saying something that was not comforting, "When you have time, you can go to Feng Yian and ask him how he got here all these years."
Although Song Luo is not a loving mother, she still has some talents when it comes to losing children.
For example, Song Yiheng was a good child who was raised to be full of bad intentions and evil intentions, but he still looked like a human being.
Fortunately, the branches were not raised crookedly.
"Really?" Song Yiheng looked at Feng Canglin and spoke slowly, "I heard from my mother that when I was born, because I didn't inherit my father's bloodline, my father was so angry that he jumped up and down. Ah, I really can't see that my father still has the bloodline. Would you be so naive?"
Feng Canglin: "..."
This traitor!
Seeing Feng Canglin unhappy, Song Yiheng became happy.
"Leave." He said coldly, and Feng Canglin disappeared from the spot.
Song Yiheng shrugged, walked to the door and knocked on the door.
Song Yizhi opened the door and revealed a head, looking a little sneaky, "Uncle, is he gone?"
Song Yiheng nodded, then raised his hand and tapped his sister's head, and asked in a funny tone, "What is this for?"
Song Yizhi looked serious, "Brother, you can't go in now!"
Song Yiheng was speechless, "Okay."
Just when Song Yizhi was about to retract his head and close the door, Song Yiheng said, "Have you been drinking?"
"Yeah." Song Yizhi responded, then looked at his brother with a guilty conscience.
My brother caught me drinking and hungover. Danger!
"Have you taken the hangover medicine?" Song Yiheng asked with concern, "Does your head hurt?"
Song Yizhi nodded and shook his head, then asked in a low voice, "Brother, aren't you angry?"
Looking at Song Yizhi, who was too well-behaved and honest, Song Yiheng laughed and said, "You are not a child anymore. What's wrong with getting together with a few friends and having a drink?"
He's not some old-fashioned guy.
Song Yizhi shook his head.
"I'll wait for you outside, we're going to the City Lord's Mansion." Song Yiheng said in a warm voice.
Song Yizhi nodded.
After Bei Xianyue and others had packed up, the six of them came out together.
As for Yuan Xu, it can only be said that Song Yizhi has another snake on his wrist.
After a battle, Peony City was a little depressed. There were almost no mortals on the streets, only a few monks could be seen from time to time.
When he arrived at the door of the city lord's mansion, Song Yizhi saw a large group of monks gathered there.
Standing on the temporary high platform were the mayor of Peony City, Huaizhu and Lu Li.
Song Yizhi didn't rush in. She looked around and saw Lan Qianqian and three others in the crowd.
The Lord of Peony City became excited when he saw Song Yizhi and his party behind them.
Many monks noticed that the Lord of Peony City was staring in one direction, and they looked back curiously, and then saw a few people with outstanding looks.
Song Yizhi didn't dislike the scene in front of everyone, but he couldn't say he liked it that much.
"Let's go." Song Yiheng said.
Song Yizhi responded, then stretched out his hand to pull Bei Xianyue forward, asking her to distract some attention from him.
Bei Xianyue was speechless, but she didn't say anything.
The monks unanimously made way for Song Yizhi and his party to walk onto the high platform.
The mayor of Peony City raised his hand and saluted Song Yizhi and the others, "Thank you so much to the monks from the Changqiu Sect for helping Peony City."
As the captain, it was Song Yizhi's turn to come out at this time.
She raised her hand and saluted the Lord of Peony City, "If the Lord had not trusted us, the final result would not have been like this."
"Please ask Miss Song to explain what happened last night to the monks." After speaking, the Lord of Peony City sighed helplessly, "These few people don't know much, and what I said is not convincing."
Song Yizhi looked at Huaizhu, then at Lu Li and the others, and finally at the lord of Peony City.
After thinking for a moment, Song Yizhi nodded.
She took two steps forward and raised her hand to salute the cultivator below, "I am Song Yizhi from the Changqiu Sect."
The monks below raised their hands in return.
After a simple greeting, Song Yizhi put down her hand and spoke slowly, "If you didn't take the initiative last night, we alone would not have been able to control the situation."
The city lord of Peony City spoke with understanding, "On behalf of everyone in Peony City, I would like to thank all the monks."
After speaking, he raised his hand and bowed deeply to the monk below.
The monks returned the greetings one after another, and then said that this is what every monk should do.
"Remember what happened last night, you all really want to know the whole story, so I'll tell you right now..." Song Yizhi told the story one by one about the Zhao family, Yingchun Tower, or the transformation of the corpse into a demon.
After finishing speaking, Song Yizhi's tone became more solemn, "The transformation of a corpse into a demon is not a trivial matter. Who did it? I think that many people saw the captured demon cultivator last night, and the relationship between the world of immortals and the world of demons has eased. Some, if the corpse turns into a demon at this time, I'm afraid that what happened a long time ago will happen again."
After Song Yizhi finished speaking, many monks who didn't understand the corpse demon transformation and the things behind it asked about it.
Song Yizhi briefly talked about the past history.
After understanding this, the monks condemned the abomination of the demon world one after another, and they were all filled with righteous indignation.
Seeing that the desired results were achieved, Song Yizhi retired and left the next steps to the lord of Peony City.
Lan Qianqian, who was mixed in the crowd, looked at Song Yizhi on the high platform with dark eyes.
The person standing there in the spotlight should not be Song Yizhi!
Why could Song Yizhi stand there?
For some reason, there was a voice in Lan Qianqian's heart telling her that she should be the shining person standing there, not Song Yizhi.
The city lord of Peony City once again expressed his gratitude to the monks, and then said that three days after the auction ended, he would hold a banquet at the city lord's mansion to invite all the monks, which could be regarded as both a thank you and a celebration.
When it came to the auction, Song Yizhi's expression changed.
Except for Bei Xianyue and Baili Qi who were unaware, the other four people almost all thought of one thing.
They seemed to be celebrating early.
Forget it, we’re already celebrating anyway, so let’s just celebrate in advance.
After the monks dispersed, the Lord of Peony City invited everyone on the stage to enter the mansion.
Lan Qianxi narrowed her eyes as she looked at the people walking into the City Lord's Mansion.
Then, she said a few words to Qiao Yuanyuan beside her.
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Don’t ask why Zhizhi’s family is the only one left in the dark. I will write about it later, no spoilers.
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