Ye Guhong wanted to stop Liu Xintong and ask about the situation in detail, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he remembered not to talk casually, otherwise it would be too easy to cause misunderstandings.
Liu Xintong seemed to hear Ye Guhong hum, and turned around in confusion
Ye Guhong's thoughts changed, and he stepped forward with a smile: "Senior sister, I just came to Jueyingmen not long ago, could you please take me around?"
Liu Xintong pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go deliver medicine to senior sister first. After breakfast it's practice time, and I'll take you around then."
Ye Guhong really wanted Liu Xintong to mention his name in front of Ye Sulan, but he suddenly made such a strange request and seemed a little unable to justify it. In the end, he had no choice but to nod.
During breakfast, both Di Xu and Zhong Ya had recovered their health. After seeing Ye Guhong, it was inevitable that they would express their gratitude. However, after all, there was not much age difference between the two of them, so there was no barrier between them, so after a few words, they were like
Same as before, as close as brothers and sisters
At the table, Yong Ming suddenly smiled and said: "Di Xu, tell me how you escaped from five martial arts masters?"
Di Xu was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "I didn't notice anything when I was beaten by them at first, but then I recognized a person's moves and knew their identity, and said a few vague and threatening words, which made them panic for a moment.
, I tried my best to escape.”
After saying this, everyone at the dinner table looked angry and helpless.
Even Zhong Ya, a little girl who usually doesn't like to think about things, has already deduced the identities of the men in black from their words and deeds, as well as everything that happened later, not to mention others.
Zhu Ling also obviously controlled his emotions. After taking a sip of wine, he slammed the table and said: "Fortunately, those bastards didn't end well, otherwise I would have risked my fellow disciples..."
Yongming said in a deep voice: "Forget it, don't mention this matter again."
Zhu Ling had no choice but to remain silent, but his face was still clearly aggrieved.
Yongming sighed slightly, looked around everyone, and suddenly said: "Do you know, our eight major sects of Jueying Sect used to practice different martial arts and wear different clothes?"
Ye Guhong stared at him for a few seconds and shook his head at the same time.
Yongming continued: "More than twenty years ago, not long after I entered the Jueying Sect, there was a civil strife in the Jueying Sect. At that time, the eight major sects fought for my Jueying Sect's peerless treasure book 'Nine Swords of the Thorn'.
, nearly three hundred people died in the fratricidal sect.”
Several people were stunned. Who would have thought that such a scandal would happen to Jueying Sect, which is famous all over the world?
Mei'er appeared behind Ye Guhong lightly and said calmly: "Remember, if you have a chance, you must win the Jueying Sect's Nine Swords of Thorn Star"
Ye Guhong thought to himself: "But I use a knife!"
There was no coquettishness in Mei'er's tone at this moment, and her coldness sent shivers down Ye Guhong's spine: "Sword skills and sword skills are thousands of miles apart on the surface, but they have the same meaning. Remember the 'Moon-Eating Sword Skill' I told you?
These two great weapons, Stinging Star and Devouring Moon, both belong to Xingyue, and Stinging Star and Devouring Moon are two excellent weapons, and they were created by Xingyue themselves."
"That Xingyue? It's really not a simple Nine Stars Sword. It can become a unique skill that so many masters from the Jueying Sect strive for. It's naturally not a general thing." Ye Guhong thought in his heart, but his eyes were still fixed on Yong Ming, waiting for him to continue.
Go down
Yong Ming obviously did not want to disclose the details of the internal strife at that time, because it was not a glorious thing after all. He just concluded the same thing in the end: "Since then, members of the same sect are not allowed to fight against each other. Even the first sect of my sect has unified its sect uniforms."
Even though it’s just a superficial color, the effect is unexpectedly good.”
In fact, the so-called conflicts between the same sects are usually caused by small things leading to big consequences. Just like the cause of this farce, it was the verbal dispute between the regretful earth sect and the xingwen sect.
The effect of erasing the discord between sects in small details is much better than outright banning it.
Of course, Yongming told this to Di Xu and Zhongya. Although they have never expressed their intention to take revenge, once the seeds of revenge are planted, the future outbreak will be even more terrifying.
Yongming has personally experienced fratricide, so he is most afraid of seeing something like this happen.
Di Xu and Zhong Ya looked at each other, prostrated themselves on the ground, and each made a promise
Yongming felt greatly relieved and stepped forward to help the two of them up. He glanced at Zhu Ling again and said with a smile: "You three have handled this matter very well. From now on, you will stay with me, even if you can't do anything right."
I am a disciple, but in my spare time, I will also give you some pointers."
Happy birthday, thank you hurriedly
Ye Guhong suddenly stood up at this moment, stared at Yongming with stern eyes and said: "Uncle Master, I know you want to prevent civil strife in the Jueying Sect, but if something similar like yesterday happens again, will you still swallow your anger like today?
There is a saying in my world, "Repay evil with kindness, how can we repay kindness with kindness?"
"Repaying evil with kindness, how can you repay kindness... Well said, haha, well said!" Yongming suddenly snorted coldly, "I am not a person who is willing to be slaughtered by others. What happened today can only be regarded as a bottom line.
If something like this happens again, I, Yongming, will guarantee with my life that I will never let my disciples be harmed in any way."
Yongming usually behaves like a silent and friendly good person, but he didn't expect to be so majestic when angry.
Ye Guhong's serious face suddenly melted away, and he laughed loudly: "Uncle, with your words, I am satisfied that if there is any place where I, Ye Aniu, can be used in the future, I will try my best."
Several people were enthusiastic and drank heavily!
Zhu Ling touched his bald head and suddenly remembered something, and asked Ye Guhong: "Junior brother Ye, how did you beat those eight regrets... Oh no, those eight men in black.
Seriously injured?"
Ye Guhong was obviously in a very good mood, so he told the whole story of what happened. Of course, the focus was on highlighting his ability to scare people, but he cleverly concealed his half-baked martial arts skills.
After hearing this, Zhu Ling said with some disdain: "They are all little tricks to bluff people. It works once, but it doesn't work twice."
Yongming shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Aniu, you are really smart to be able to react like this on the spot."
Zhong Ya stuck out her bright red tongue, rolled her eyes at Ye Guhong and said, "When Ye Aniu came here, he deliberately looked crazy and silly, but he didn't expect that he was a ghost in his heart."
She wanted to say a few more joking words, but when she thought of Ye Guhong saving her and making her disfigured face more beautiful than before, she couldn't bear it and swallowed the joke back.
In my belly, my cheeks were slightly red.
Seeing this scene, Di Xu's heart twitched and he noticed that his beloved woman was looking at another person lovingly. The feeling in his heart was really indescribable.
But at this moment, Ye Guhong was a little lost in thought about other things.
Liu Xintong once said that Ye Sulan seemed to be practicing a very powerful martial arts. What else is there to say about forgetting love?
The word "forgetting love" has been lingering in Ye Guhong's mind, and he can't get rid of it: "Could she have forgotten me?"