As soon as he left the house, Wang Shuo suddenly thought of something. He patted the spirit beast gourd and a ray of light fell on Qi Rong'er's hand. It was Xin'er.

Xin'er stretched out in Qi Rong'er's arms: "Brother Shuo, where are you now...ah! It's you, little Rong'er!"

A rare smile appeared on Qi Rong'er's face, and she stroked Xin'er's hair: "Yes, it's me!"

Yan Ziling walked out of the house: "Uncle, I can't wear the hairpin on my head!"

Wang Shuo turned around and glared at him. The boy quickly lowered his head and said timidly: "The Tianlang Sect is gone, and only the Yuling Sect is left here!"

"Let's go!" Wang Shuo turned into a black light, took Qi Rong'er and rushed high into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Yan Ziling's wife walked out of the house: "Uncle, he seems to have a bad temper!"

Yan Ziling shook her head: "It's not that my uncle has a bad temper, it's that he can't accept the fact that the Yuling Sect has replaced the Tianlang Sect!"

…

A black light fell outside the sect's disciples' pavilion. The light dissipated, and Wang Shuo and Qi Rong'er appeared.

Xin'er stared at Qi Rong'er and said, "Xiao Rong'er, what's wrong with you? You look so sad. But someone bullied you. Tell Brother Wang!"

Qi Rong'er forced a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that I have experienced a lot, and I know how to be humble and restrained. I can't be as overbearing as before!"

"By the way, brother Shuo, where is sister Lin?" Xiner asked Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo raised his head and looked at the three words "Disciple Pavilion" above. This place should have been called "Teaching Man Pavilion" in the past.

"Ascend!"

After speaking, Wang Shuo stepped into the disciples' pavilion. Qi Rong'er's expression was obviously a little unnatural, her eyes dodged, and she did not enter.

Xin'er rolled her eyes, jumped out of Qi Rong'er's arms, looked back at Qi Rong'er, and slipped into the disciples' pavilion.

Qi Rong'er frowned slightly, looked around, lowered her head, and did not dare to look directly at the passing disciples.

However, at this moment, a hand grabbed the woman's long hair: "Let me ask, did a guy with white hair and a golden hairpin from the Sirius Sect go in just now?"

Qi Rong'er was so frightened that she trembled and looked back at the man. They were all monks of the Golden Core Stage of the Yuling Sect, and they all looked evil.

One of the women even gritted her teeth: "We must kill this old evildoer!"

"If I ask you a question, answer it truthfully!" The man holding Qi Rong'er said slowly.

Qi Rong'er nodded: "I just went in!"

This scene attracted many disciples to watch: "Isn't this Qi Rong'er?"

"Who is Qirong'er?"

"That's the woman, the one who was occupied by disciples from several big families!"

"What on earth is going on? Could it be that her biological father came up first?"

Everyone was talking a lot, including Wang Xuan and Lei Yuan.

Wang Xuandao: "With white hair, could it be that Senior Brother Wang Shuo is back?"

Lei Yuan was much younger than before and nodded: "Maybe it's true? He hasn't returned for so many years, and he doesn't know that the Tianlang Sect is no longer there!"

…

As soon as Wang Shuo entered the disciples' pavilion, he saw a four-year-old girl running around, and several female disciples were playing with her.

His appearance is somewhat similar to that of Qi Rong'er, especially his face and forehead. If your guess is correct, he should be the abandoned son who was abandoned by Qi Rong'er and later raised in the Disciple Pavilion.

Wang Shuo approached with a smile on his face: "Little girl, what is your name?"

When the girl saw Wang Shuo, her running steps suddenly stopped, and her big eyes stared directly at Wang Shuo.

The female disciples who were playing around with him were also stunned when they saw Wang Shuo. Then they immediately noticed the aura of Wang Shuo's golden elixir, and they all bowed and said, "I've seen you, uncle!"

Wang Shuo ignored the female disciples, but knelt down and reached out to touch their palm-sized heads.

The girl blinked her eyes, watery and very cute: "My name is Diu'er!"

"Lost child?" Wang Shuo sighed: "Poor child, he was born without a father and a mother!"

After saying this, he picked up Diu'er. Diu'er didn't make any fuss or fuss in Wang Shuo's arms, but kept staring at Wang Shuo's face in trance.

The disciples in the disciple pavilion looked at Wang Shuo with a somewhat strange look. After all, many disciples in the sect knew the origin of this woman.

"Brother Shuo!" Xin'er suddenly jumped on Wang Shuo's shoulder: "Rong'er is so weird. Someone must be bullying her. Why doesn't Brother Shuo help her?"

"That's her own business, what does it have to do with me!" Wang Shuo looked at Diu'er and said, "This girl has ordinary qualifications and doesn't have any special physique, but I saw how pitiful she was and decided to take her in!"

"It's him, senior brother, he's the one who broke my formation and killed my Babel Python!" The woman's angry voice came from outside the attic.

Everyone in the disciples' pavilion looked outside the door, and five or six Jindan monks looked at Wang Shuo coldly.

When Diu'er saw these people, he screamed in fright and buried his face in Wang Shuo's shoulder.

"Are you an old evildoer of the Tianlang Sect?" the man opened his mouth and asked.

Wang Shuo glanced at him, not bothering to pay more attention, and came to a disciple at the front desk: "Where is the disciple who received the mission!"

The disciple at the front desk looked at both sides with a horrified expression, and then timidly pointed to the disciple at the other end: "Receive the disciple's mission from him!"

Wang Shuo nodded, and as soon as the figure blurred, he came: "Check the mission of Shi Zifeng and Zijian, and show me if you find it!"

The disciple was calm, nodded and started to search.

"Baimao, are you deaf?" the man yelled at Wang Shuo.

"Found it!" The disciple took out a jade slip and tapped it lightly, and a series of words flew out of it and were arranged in the void. It was the details of the mission that Shi Zifeng and Zijian had received.

Wang Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a dozen spiritual stones from the gourd, placed them on the desk, turned around and walked towards the attic door.

Diu'er, who was lying on his shoulder, covered his eyes and secretly glanced at several Jindan monks. His whole body couldn't stop trembling.

Wang Shuo touched the back of Diuer's head: "Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, no one will dare to bully you!"

"It's better to go out and fight, so as not to destroy the disciple pavilion!" Several people gathered around Wang Shuo with magic weapons, and there were many spiritual beasts squatting at the door, ready to tear Wang Shuo into pieces at any time.

At this time, many disciples of Yuling Sect gathered to watch the show. When Wang Shuo walked out, countless eyes were fixed on Wang Shuo. Most of the former disciples of Tianlang Sect were staring directly at the golden hairpin on Wang Shuo's head.

"Sirius Sect!"

"The Golden Hairpin of the Heavenly Wolf Sect!"

"It's the golden hairpin of Tianlang Sect!"

Wang Xuan and Lei Yuan in the crowd changed their expressions and looked at each other: "Senior Brother Wang Shuo is back!"

Outside the attic, Qi Rong'er stared intently at the girl Wang Shuo held in his left hand, and unconsciously gritted her teeth: "Why did he bring this scoundrel out?"

"I am Wang Shuo, a disciple of the Tianlang Sect. I am here just to find my two disciples. Other than that, I don't want to cause trouble. Please go back to the Yuling Sect. Once I, Wang Shuo, take action, no one will survive!" Wang Shuoshuang!

A cold light flashed across his eyes.
Chapter completed!