The six-man team of the Supreme Sect finally stopped at 152 games. Lin Du was the last one to put down his chopsticks and glanced at the chef who was rubbing his arms, feeling some belated apology in his heart.
"Tianwu, why don't you give our master the whole plaster?"
Xia Tian made no response, and the chef's hand holding the knife trembled, "No, do you want to continue after pasting?"
Lin Du was actually not too full, but he was too embarrassed to continue eating. "How can I? Just rest and charge it to my account."
A group of people marched out of the door, and just as there were two whooshing sounds outside, the fireworks shot into the dark night sky, and then burst into brilliant rain of light one after another.
"Hey, the fireworks are really big this year. It turns out that the world of cultivation also sets off fireworks." Yuan Ye looked up at the night sky with his hands on his hands.
Lin Du narrowed his eyes, "Why do I feel like there's someone in that firework?"
Mo Lin was startled, looked at it carefully, and then blurted out, "Idiot."
"Where are the guards at Junding Mansion!!! Who dares to fight in Dingjiucheng City!!!"
As he spoke, a black gold sword stick appeared in his hand, and he was about to fly up, but was caught by Xia Wu.
"Elder brother, that person seems to be..."
"Even if the King of Heaven comes, we can't fight in Dingjiucheng!"
"It seems he is our leader."
Mo Lin paused and turned around. His already big eyes widened and his double eyelids opened, filled with disbelief. "Who are you talking about?"
The six people raised their heads and looked up at the sky, only to see a red figure hanging in the air. A stream of spiritual power went straight towards her, and then exploded an extraordinarily brilliant wave of spiritual power. The red spiritual light was extremely bright, with a huge range and diffused. A few dozen feet out, it looks like an extremely gorgeous peony in full bloom.
"Yes, our leader seems to be wearing red clothes today." Yuan Ye looked up for a while, then reacted slowly, and suddenly shouted loudly after me.
"Our leader, she exploded into fireworks???"
Lin Du's eyes twitched and he said seriously, "The master is taking advantage of the Chinese New Year to set off some fireworks for you to cheer up. Let us say thank you, master."
Ni Jinxuan was the first to respond obediently, "Thank you, Master."
Yuan Ye subconsciously said together, "Thank you, Master."
Yan Qing felt something was wrong, but responded out of politeness, "Thank you, Master."
The corner of Mo Lin's mouth twitched, "No, if anyone wants to be beaten by the leader himself, I'll go and see."
As soon as he rushed up, he heard a very familiar call.
"Sister! Senior sister, you can't do that! You are the leader! This is our Dingjiucheng!!! You can't break the sect's rules with your own hands!!"
"Hey, don't hit me, don't hit me, Senior Sister, why are you hitting me too!"
His master, who was punished to reconcile the nine cities, was still holding an abacus in his hand. He seemed to be afraid of being accidentally hurt. He was far away and was shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Don't let me hear the word leader, I'll get angry when I hear it!" Feng Chao sneered, hung his robe in the air, turned around and pointed at the spiritual energy fluctuations and said angrily, "You still know how to come back?"
"Aren't you going to expel yourself from the school? Why are you coming back?"
"If you are a man, don't come back for the rest of your life!!"
"What kind of skill is it to run away in the middle of the battle! You just left me the miserable job of being the leader, and you still have the nerve to come back and get the things from the Supreme Sect? Climb for me! Don't even enter the territory of the Supreme Sect!"
When Lin Du saw Mo Lin coming up, he also took out his flying magic weapon and flew into the sky. As soon as he came up, he heard this sentence and suddenly realized that this scene seemed to have been seen in Lin Tuan's script. He immediately looked at Feng Chao and pointed at him. He was about to yell in a direction.
There was a man's figure in the spiritual light wave there.
The young man looked extremely young. He was dressed in white clothes floating in the windy and snowy night. His crown and hair were not as neat as those of the disciples of the Supreme Sect. His black hair was fluttering in the wind. Only a golden divine seal on his forehead shone slightly, and the autumn water was Divine Jade is Bone, this is probably the kind of person he is.
Across the vast wind and snow, Lin Du met a pair of extremely dark and indifferent eyes.
They were a pair of eyes with no warmth, no sadness or joy. Even if someone pointed at their noses and scolded them, they would not waver.
Lin Du could clearly see that the man was not like himself. No matter how suppressed his anger, he would show some relief movements and expressions, but the man showed no fluctuations and seemed not to care about anything.
Even though it is thousands of years of ice, it can still give people a deep chill. He is not cold. He is like a thing without any attributes, overlooking all the people, without sorrow, joy, worry or mercy.
At this moment, she finally understood why she could not warm up to such a person for three thousand years.
This thing is obviously an insulating material board.
"Senior sister, senior sister, we are not angry. Although junior brother was wrong back then, we are here for the Chinese New Year..." Ju Yuan was still trying to stop the fight.
Feng Chao laughed scornfully, "He is the one who causes trouble during the Chinese New Year. Come and crawl away quickly."
"Hey." Feng Chao couldn't help but cough as he was choked with wind.
"Sister, the wind and snow are so heavy, why is the wind still blowing outside?"
A greeting with care and wantonness penetrated the snow and the hustle and bustle of the world, and reached the ears of the leader who was on the verge of going berserk.
Lin Du then raised his hand, and the spiritual power of the Fusheng Fan poured out, and he said softly, "Stop."
For a moment, the ice and snow stopped and just hung in the air, as if frozen.
"The wind was too strong. Maybe that fellow Taoist couldn't hear your curse. It's fine now."
Lin Du smiled and put away the Fu Sheng Fan, tilted his head, "By the way, where is this casual cultivator?"
Feng Chao was stunned for a moment and then laughed quickly, "Come on, little junior sister, let me introduce to you. This is Hou Cang, the former top talent on the Qingyun Ranking."
She waved to Lin Du enthusiastically and used her spiritual power to move her to her side. She hugged Lin Du's shoulders happily and looked at Hou Cang, "Based on your seniority in the Supreme Sect, this person is you. My little junior sister, Lin Du is currently the most talented person on the Qingyun Ranking."
The two geniuses before and after looked at each other from a distance, one as calm as snow, the other as carefree as the wind. Their eyes met, but it was Lin Du who spoke first.
"It turns out to be a senior, whom I have admired for a long time."
Lin Du clasped his fists and nodded, his posture respectful, but his eyes were unruly, as if the wind was blowing thousands of miles, and the leaves fell from the rolling grass.
It took a long time for a reply to come from the other side, "Junior sister, you are polite."
Feng Chao pointed at Hou Cang and said, "Little junior sister, remember this, this is the closed disciple of the previous head of our Supreme Sect. Six hundred years ago, he was the candidate for the new head. It's a pity that he disobeyed the teacher and refused to tell us. Farewell, I have just returned, in your opinion, should you call this person senior brother?"
Ju Yuan, who was still holding an abacus while talking, was sweating.
Lin Du suddenly tilted his head and smiled, just as the frozen snow in the air suddenly began to fall again.
"Senior Sister, it's snowy and windy today. Why don't you ask Senior Hou Cang why you came to Dingjiucheng as a guest?"
