A gust of wind blew by, and when the figure with silver hair and white clothes appeared at the front, the entire Elder Hall seemed to become brighter in an instant.
The nine people at the scene looked excited, bowed and saluted, and shouted in unison: "Welcome the ancestor to come out of seclusion!"
Although the person in front of him is called the ancestor, except for his silver hair, his face is as white as jade, his eyes are bright, and his skin is delicate, making him look like a handsome young man.
Sitting on the first seat, he is dressed in a white Taoist robe that is as good as snow and not stained by dust. He has a jade belt around his waist, and his broad sleeves hang down naturally without wind. He is really a handsome young man.
Qinghe glanced at the nine people, raised his arm slightly, his movements were as light as an immortal's, but his voice was as hoarse as an old dragon's: "Get up, I have meditated on several sets of exercises in seclusion this time.
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Following his movements, several jade scrolls appeared in front of everyone, glowing with a bright blue luster.
"These are all ninth-level spells!" Several people couldn't help but exclaimed at the same time, with ecstatic expressions on their faces.
Yuan Mou looked at the cyan-colored exercises and couldn't help but take a deep breath in his heart. There were only a hundred volumes of ninth-level exercises in the library, but there were obviously ten volumes here today!
Although he was shocked, Yuan Mou did not lose his composure like the others. He bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, ancestor, for your love."
Only then did everyone react, and they all followed suit and bowed in gratitude.
The ancestor nodded lightly, his eyes wandered around the hall for a week, his brows raised slightly, "Where is she?"
Although she was not named, everyone present knew who this "she" was.
Yuan Mou took a step forward and said, "Returning to my ancestor, she was imprisoned in Penglai prison by her disciples."
"Nonsense! Who told you to lock her up?!"
As the ancestor said these words, the entire Elder Hall was like a hurricane, and everyone's expressions changed. They had to take two steps back to stabilize their bodies. In the end, some people even couldn't bear it and knelt down with a "pop".
"Ancestor, calm down! I don't blame the leader for this, it's really that woman from the human world who is too arrogant!" Liao Lan gritted his teeth, took a step forward and said loudly despite the pressure.
After saying that, Liao Lan took a deep breath and told everything that happened during the grand test yesterday, insisting that Zhang Qingjiu provoked the fight, acted recklessly, stole spells, and instigated the inner disciples to fight with each other.
The process was extremely bad and the behavior was outrageous!
Hearing what she said, no one refuted. Only the elder of the Treasure Pavilion who had argued with Liao Lan frowned slightly, and a deep look flashed in his eyes.
Liao Lan saw that her ancestor did not stop her and saw his eyes were deep, and she felt happy again: "I ask my ancestor to punish me severely for this matter, otherwise I am afraid it will chill the hearts of all the monks in Penglai!"
This can be said to be an awe-inspiring statement!
"Severe punishment?" The ancestor twirled his fingers and glanced at Yuan Mou who was standing in the first place, "What do you think of what she said?"
Yuan Mou narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward to salute: "This disciple also feels that there is something fishy about it."
How could a mere mortal possess such unprecedented abilities?
As Yuan Mou finished speaking, the scene fell into an eerie silence.
The ancestor's eyes swept over everyone below, and finally smiled lowly, stood up and said, "Let's go, take me to see her."
Yuan Mou was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "If the ancestor wants to see her, the disciple will send someone to bring her there. Why does the ancestor go there in person..."
"How could I not go and accept my direct disciple as my direct disciple?" Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the Elder's Hall. When everyone came to their senses, how could the chief still have that concession?
A figure that no one dares to look directly at!
"Ancestor, this is..." Liao Lan's face instantly turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
Yuan Mou looked at her deeply, his eyes a little more meaningful, "Let's go to the prison!"
Following his order, nine figures rushed towards the prison.
The monks below looked at the nine figures suddenly passing by in the sky. They subconsciously stopped their practice and asked blankly, "Did something big happen? Where are the elders going?"
"I don't know. I don't feel like anything big happened?"
"It looks like it's a prison!"
"What's happening in the prison lately..."
At this point, the chatter stopped suddenly, and some people even shivered secretly.
The slender figure drawing out the nine thunders appeared in everyone's mind involuntarily.
On the other side, no matter how hard Yuan Mou and others tried to catch up, when they stopped in front of the prison, the ancestor was still nowhere to be seen.
Only the restrictions on entry and exit of the prison have obviously been broken.
Yuan Mou took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous for some reason, and immediately darkened his eyes: "Everyone, let's go."
After saying that, Yuan Mou took the lead and stepped into the cold and cold prison.
Unexpectedly, Liao Lan, who took the lead in asking his ancestor to deal with Zhang Qingjiu at the beginning, seemed to hesitate when he came here. It was not until the last one that he stepped in.
After walking only a few steps, I heard the sound of conversation coming from inside.
"Master is here?" Zhang Qingjiu looked at the handsome man with silver hair and white face in front of him with an expression of curiosity.
The ancestor saw that the woman in front of him was neither afraid nor surprised after seeing him. Instead, he asked himself this question, and a flash of depth flashed in his eyes.
"How can you see it?" asked the ancestor.
Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips and sighed softly, "You are handsome."
Yuan Mou, who had just come in, almost slipped when he heard these words and hurriedly stepped forward to scold, "Junior sister Yuan Qing, you must not be rude in front of Master!"
"It doesn't matter." The ancestor smiled lowly, with the corners of his mouth just right, and waved his sleeves to stop Yuan Mou from stepping forward.
This word "action", whether it is done or said, has such an out-of-the-world smell.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him with a strange look, looked at the face behind him with a smile, and said seriously: "Oh? The leader and the elders are all here? He is indeed handsome, don't you think?
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Elders: "..."
"Is there any other reason?" The ancestor raised his eyebrows.
"Also, the person who can appear here unscathed without the leadership of the head brother is not an elder, so it seems that there is no one else but the ancestor." Zhang Qingjiu sighed with emotion, "That's just not the case.
You know what Master is here for."
This tone sounded like that of a disgruntled woman who had been abandoned.
The ancestor took a deep look at Zhang Qingjiu and said, "You are quite smart."
Zhang Qingjiu nodded, glanced at everyone, and quickly lowered his eyes, with a look of shyness and embarrassment on his face, "I know, otherwise I wouldn't be able to be accepted by Master as his direct disciple."
Upon hearing this, everyone except the ancestor was stunned.
What did they just hear? Was this human woman calling them stupid in a roundabout way?
In the corner of his eyes, he could see the elders who dared to be angry but dared not speak out, and looked like they were dumb and eating Coptis chinensis.
There was a sneer at the corner of Zhang Qingjiu's lips. It wasn't about competing on acting skills, but let's see who could compare with whom.