"Sect Master, Deputy Sect Master, do you also take a fancy to that little girl?"
The elder, who looked to be the oldest, frowned as soon as he saw the person coming.
He hadn't thought about taking on a disciple for many years. Now he finally found one, but he met his strongest opponent.
"I just came to take a look."
The deputy sect master is a fair, fat, middle-aged man with an extremely kind face. He always has a smile that makes people feel like spring breeze. Anyone who looks at him can't help but feel good about him.
The sect master is only about thirty years old. He is tall and has a very majestic and cold appearance. He just casually stands there and exudes an impressive aura. He looks like a man with a firm personality and a cold style who is hard to talk to.
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In fact, the temperaments of the two of them are completely opposite to their appearance. Although the master's temperament is a little colder, he is straightforward and has no scheming.
The deputy sect leader looks kind, but is the most strict and disciplined.
"I think she's good, let her choose."
The sect leader admitted that he came to rob people.
"oh."
The great elder is not that worried anymore.
Their sect leader looks like a cold-faced Yama, and all children are afraid of him.
That little girl is so pretty and charming. What she likes is definitely not the scary-looking black-faced uncle, but a kind and kind old grandpa like him.
The deputy sect master smiled and said, "Guess what wishes she can make?"
The great elder said: "It's not easy to guess."
No one can really say what a successful little girl wants.
The deputy sect leader added: "She must have a shocking wish. Do you think she will get her wish?"
No one wants to guess. According to past experience, no matter how unreasonable the guess is, the fat white guy will win in the end.
The sect leader raised his eyebrows and said, "You know what? Then do you think she can make it?"
How did he know that someone would have a shocking wish?
The deputy sect master smiled and said: "I think it can be done."
While everyone was watching from a distance, Zhiyou had already entered the temple.
The golden light inside and outside the temple was so bright that people could hardly keep their eyes open, so Zhiyou stumbled over the high threshold and fell headlong in.
The ground of the temple is extremely hard and glows with golden light. It feels like stone or jade, and you will feel dizzy when you bump into it.
Zhiyou rubbed his forehead and climbed up. When he looked up, he saw a life-size white jade statue.
The statue is of course Feng Zhiyuan, and he still looks like the most powerful man in the world who deserves a beating. He looks lifelike and like a real person.
There is always one corner of his lips that is slightly raised, making him look like he is smiling but not smiling.
His eyelids drooped slightly downward again, giving him the feeling of not looking at people properly.
The more Zhiyou looked at it, the more annoyed he became, and he had the urge to throw something at that face.
But impulse is just impulse after all. She has long passed the age of impulse, and there is a sword in hand staring at her.
Zhiyou immediately raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "When did Uncle Master come?"
Zhi Yuanjian said angrily: "Don't just imitate your master in everything."
Zhiyou continued to smile and asked good-naturedly: "How do you say this?"
Zhiyuan Jiandao: "Your master is a man. No matter how he smiles, he shows his dignity. If you, a girl, smile like this, it will only make people feel fake. You are smiling but you are not smiling. It is extremely ugly."
Zhiyou: "..."
Okay, Feng Zhiyuan is perfect, no matter what he does, he is right.
Zhiyou put away his smile and said with a serious look on his face: "What's going to happen next?"
She didn't really want to pray. Even if she had a wish, Feng Zhiyuan, the culprit, would not let her get it.
Zhiyuan sword said: "Kowtow and pay homage to your master."
Zhiyou was surprised, "Didn't you already pay homage to me?"
Or was he forced to kneel in front of the grave by Zhiyuan Sword and worship.
"It's different. This is a temple. If you are more sincere, maybe your master can sense it."
Zhi Yuanjian's tone revealed deep nostalgia and helplessness,
He tried for a while before, but got no response from the statue.
There is something he can't do, but he has some vague expectations for Zhiyou.
Zhiyou really wants to tell Zhiyuanjian not to think about Feng Zhiyuan anymore. He is not dead, but he must have forgotten you long ago. Now in which world is the turmoil in the world...
But she didn't dare to say it. Firstly, she didn't want to make Zhiyuanjian sad, and secondly, she was afraid that Zhiyuanjian would become angry and frustrated. What if he dragged her to death with him?
"Okay, uncle."
This time, Zhiyou knelt down without any psychological burden.
When she was in the Wu Clan, she didn't know how many times she had knelt down to this man, but now it didn't matter if she knelt down again.
"Masters above, please bow to me, my disciples."
"Bear me again, disciple."
"My disciple, bow three times."
Zhi Yougui finished kowtowing politely, and after a moment he looked at Zhi Yuan Jian with a regretful expression: "I'm sorry, uncle, master..."
She was just about to say that she had no connection with Feng Zhiyuan, when the eyes of the lifelike white jade statue suddenly shot out two soft white lights, instantly covering Zhiyou.
Zhiyou was shocked, his body froze in place and he even forgot to blink.
She could feel that she was being watched, and the eyes looking at her were full of inquiry and surprise, as if she had discovered something incredible.
Zhi Yuanjian was also stunned, but he quickly came to his senses, rushed forward to block the white light, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master!"
Bai Guang seemed to be startled and almost shrank back.
Zhi Yuanjian's scream was heartbreaking, and he almost poked the statue's eyes after chasing the white light.
Fortunately, the white light soon came out again, this time it stayed on the Zhiyuan Sword.
"Master, master, have you seen me? Master, master, where are you? Master, why did you leave suddenly? Master, why didn't you take Xiaoyuan with you...?"
Zhi Yuanjian suddenly transformed into a tall, thin man in black, hugging the statue and crying bitterly.
Zhiyou couldn't look directly at the scene at the moment, his mouth twitched and he turned away.
It seemed that Feng Zhiyuan couldn't bear it any longer. A white light suddenly popped up from the statue and bounced Zhiyuan's sword away from the statue. Then the statue returned to its original appearance.
After a while, Zhiyou looked at the statue again, feeling that it was much darker, and the ever-slightly curved corners of his mouth seemed to have fallen away.
After the Zhiyuan Sword was ejected, it returned to its sword shape, lying on the ground looking lifeless and deeply struck.
Zhiyou slowly rubbed his chin without making a sound, always feeling that Zhiyuanjian's feelings towards Feng Zhiyuan were a bit unusual.
Looking at how he looks now, he looks like a disheartened little daughter-in-law after being abandoned by a heartless man.
Thinking of this, Zhi Zhiyou couldn't help but shudder, and had the urge to run away. This chapter has been completed!