"That person is... senior sister?"
"She, why is she here? Is this her?"
"It's impossible. Zhou Luo is the son of the master of Duobao Pavilion, and he is still in the Golden Core stage. But the senior sister has long been in decline. How could he be addressed as "Your Excellency" by him? This is not a joke."
For a moment, the disciples of Tianxuan Sect were in disbelief.
Even Yue Mingshi, who had just been lying on the ground like a turtle, suppressing his sense of presence, suddenly raised his head after hearing everyone's discussion.
WTF?
Feng Qingwu?
Yue Mingshi has always regarded Feng Qingwu as her biggest enemy in life. At least until she really crushes Feng Qingwu into the dust, she doesn't want to let down her guard at all, and she even wants to crush him in every aspect.
But the question is...what is the situation now? !
At the same time, Jiang Zicheng, who was also paying attention to everyone, silently lowered his voice and came to Feng Qingwu's side: "What, senior sister, everyone is looking over now, are you still running?"
"...I do want to leave."
Feng Qingwu's voice was full of helplessness and sighs.
But just when she stayed where she was, Zhou Luo's figure had already floated over. He was shaking the jade fracture fan in one hand and slowly landed in front of Feng Qingwu, blocking her way.
But when he saw Feng Qingwu's helpless look, even turning around and wanting to stay far away from him, Zhou Luo chuckled for a moment.
"The chief of Tianxuan Sect shouldn't have the temperament to run away, right?"
"Or are you going to explain that I got the wrong person?"
As soon as he heard this, Feng Qingwu knew that he could not escape. He held his forehead silently, thinking about how to solve this matter.
After all, when he wore the golden evil ghost mask in Xuancheng, he just didn't want people to know his identity. Although he had thought about it at the beginning, Zhou Luo could really recognize his identity.
But - Feng Qingwu didn't expect that even if Zhou Luo recognized her, she could still find Tianxuan Sect. Now she would have to find a good excuse to hide from people.
Mu Jiuke, who was watching the development in front of him, was obviously angrier than Feng Qingwu. He roared in a low voice, which instantly attracted Zhou Luo's attention.
Even though Mu Jiuke's size had shrunk a lot, Zhou Luo still recognized him at a glance.
After all, in Xuancheng, the killing was a bloody feast, and everyone was frightened by the killing of the ferocious beast. Zhou Luo almost carved his appearance, and then stayed away...
When being stared at by Mu Jiuke's ferocious beast eyes, Zhou Luo finally restrained himself: "Really, I don't do anything, so why should I protect the Lord like this?"
He muttered and beeped quietly, full of grievances - but Zhou Luo still backed away from his heart.
At this moment, Feng Qingwu reached out and picked up her little white boy, stroking his hair, and looked up at Zhou Luo: "Master Zhou, are you sure you want to talk here?"
"That's true. After all, it's just a personal relationship between the two of us. There's no need for so many people to watch."
Zhou Luo put away his folding fan and looked at the surrounding Tianxuan Sect disciples with a smile, and took the initiative to give him face: "I was a little angry before, so I made the provocative words. Don't be surprised."
After saying that, Zhou Luo slightly raised his hand and saluted everyone, without giving them a chance to refuse. He even pressed his head to make Han Jin apologize.
Every etiquette was done impeccably. Even the elder who was slapped in the face by Zhou Luo at the beginning could only recognize it by pinching his nose even if his face turned livid.
So what if you don't recognize it?
Although Han Jin was the provocateur at the beginning, it was indeed a fight between the younger generation, and Yue Mingshi won in the end.
Even if Zhou Luo stood up in the end and humiliated the entire Tianxuan Sect, he and Yue Mingshi were indeed of the same generation. Even if he slapped Yue Mingshi in the face, she could only blame her for her inferior skills.
And now, as the son of the master of Zhou Luo Duobao Pavilion, he has already gone through the apology process, can he really keep pestering him?
…
A moment later, outside the mountain gate of Tianxuanmen.
The disciples who were originally gathered here have dispersed, leaving only Feng Qingwu standing there holding the ferocious beast in his arms. Next to him is Zhou Luo, who is always smiling.
It wasn't until there was no one else to disturb him that Zhou Luo had time to carefully look at the girl in front of him, and the emotions in his eyes became even more complicated and changeable.
It was the same as when I was in Xuancheng, but it was also different.
Although Feng Qingwu was still wearing the same green Taoist robe, without the obstruction of the evil ghost mask, her extremely beautiful and elegant face was revealed, as beautiful as fine warm jade.
When the two of them looked at each other, Zhou Luo felt as if he was looking into a mirror. The gentleness in the other person's eyes was so similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.
After noticing this, Zhou Luo couldn't help laughing: "Interesting, it's so interesting. I don't regret coming here."
"Although I guessed your identity, when I thought that the chief, who has been deposed by everyone, could cause such a big mess, this is even - completely different from what I imagined."
"Master Zhou is indeed smart. He didn't expect to recognize my identity at a glance."
After Feng Qingwu chuckled helplessly, he took back the special messenger jade talisman that he had just taken out and belonged to Duobao Pavilion.
But Zhou Luo just shook his fan and said: "It's easy to guess, but it's not easy to guess either."
"Like I said, no one can imagine that the rumored number one genius who was deposed would still dare to show off in such a big way, but as long as you dare to think about it."
"Sword intent, ferocious beasts...these are all your flaws. You don't even mean to cover them up, but you are sure that people won't see you that way."
Hearing this, Feng Qingwu did not answer, but simply moved the topic lightly: "What I am more curious about is, why did Mr. Zhou make this trip?"
"The first is to satisfy the small and insignificant wish of my useless subordinate."
"Secondly, I want to come and see if your Excellency, who can trick me, is the chief of Tianxuan Sect."
Zhou Luo chuckled: "Now, I have gained something, so on the next invitation, I didn't write the wrong name."
As he spoke, Zhou Luo solemnly sent a gilded invitation to Feng Qingwu and said seriously: "Although you are only at the third level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, in terms of rebuilding, your speed is not slow."
"This invitation is for the exchange meeting of the younger generation of disciples three years later. Although it is an exchange meeting, it is actually a competition together. This is also a division of resources."
"Since you have always been the chief of Tianxuan Sect, you should be very aware of this rule."
Hearing this, Feng Qingwu fell into silence for a while. He looked at the invitation handed over by Zhou Luo and didn't reply for a long time.
