"Haha" Master Lanyue stopped talking. Her disciples are here. Since they are juniors, let them live a happier life.

"Master!" Taocai respected Master Lan Yue very much because Lan Yue appeared when she was most helpless and was very kind to her.

"You haven't gone to see your brother yet?" Master Lanyue was very surprised, because they stayed in Shendu just because Duo Cai wanted to see her brother and inform her of her mother's death, but they had already stayed in Shendu for almost ten days.

, she went to find Su Hang, but did not meet.

"Excuse me for waiting, Master. I will see him the day after tomorrow, and then I will go with Master. I came to Nanshan to disturb Master, and I am asking for Master's help." Tacai lowered her eyebrows. She knew that Zhang Fang was following him.

Behind her, but she never paid attention to it.

"Oh, this is your first time begging me, please tell me."

Taocai took out the letter found in her father's coffin. She didn't say what it was, but asked her master to put a seal on it, the strongest seal.

Master Lan Yue didn't even ask what it was, and sealed the letter with a wave of his hand.

"Is it okay?" Master Lan Yue's method was too casual, and most of them were worried. Suhang should not have known this so early, whether it was true or false.

"You can't read this letter unless you are above the heavenly level." Lan Yue's tone was very calm, but the content was amazing. Tacai had never asked her how strong her master was, and she had a basic guess in her mind, but it seemed far away.

Super unexpected.

After thanking him, Duocai went down the mountain. Zhang Fang just said hello to He Huan in a hurry and chased after him.

He Huan ignored Meng Lang, his disciple. He still remembered Master Lan Yue's words before. Regret accumulated on his face, and then his face became distorted: "Please tell me, what did you mean just now?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Master Lan Yue laughed heartily, but for some unknown reason, a hint of bitterness could be heard. He laughed for a long time until he was breathless, and then coughed violently. He Huan did not interrupt him. In fact, he had already guessed,

He just wanted to confirm again. He hoped that he had guessed wrong.

"I don't blame you when you abandoned me and chose Shiyin, but now you have the nerve to come and talk to me about going back to the beginning."

There are tears in the corners of Master Lan Yue’s eyes. I think they were caused by the cough just now.

"Hey! Man, are there really no rooms left?"

It was still the inn in the south of the city, but it was no longer as clean as it was a few days ago. The small inn that was never full today was overcrowded. I was awakened by the noisy sound and saw a rude man at the front desk downstairs.

Banging on the bar.

"Sir...there really are no more, even the stables have been reserved by that gentleman!" The waiter had a professional smile on his face, but it was just a little forced. We have seen many such people today, so it's okay to be polite.

But there are always a lot of rude people, but he can't get angry, and those who come are basically carrying all kinds of sharp weapons.

Zhang Fang happened to be woken up by the noisy sound, and he was a little surprised. He deliberately chose a relatively remote inn for the sake of peace and quiet, but he didn't expect that many people would come in every day in the past few days. When he opened the window, he even saw a host outside.

Several tents were set up.

"Sister Chun, can a competition between two colleges attract so many people?"

Logically speaking, a competition between colleges, even a competition that will determine the survival of No. 2 House, should not attract so many people, because No. 2 House has not appeared in people's memory for too long.

Resurrection or death is at best a topic of conversation between people after dinner, but the flow of people in this remote inn in the capital of the gods shows that this is obviously not the case. Zhang Fang even saw a monk under a big tree opposite the inn, and the god abandoned the continent.

A type of monk who is expelled.

"Someone is adding fuel to the flames," Duocai said calmly.

There have been various rumors recently. One of them is that the new dean of No. 2 Courtyard may be a legendary figure who is said to have seen through the heavenly realm. A figure like this is either enjoying the worship of thousands of people in the sacred mountain, or he is like Master Lan Yue.

A carefree Sanren will never accept disciples easily, or even appear in front of others easily, and now there is a person suspected of appearing in front of others, and even became the dean of a college. Even so, that's all.

After all, if the rumors come true, it’s just fun.

The rumor that really makes the city of God overcrowded is another one. After the discussion is over, No. 2 Courtyard will recruit ten disciples within three days. As long as they are not academics, they are under thirty years old, regardless of birth and past.

The hustle and bustle of the inn made people a little bored. Duocai wanted to go out to take a breath, but was blocked by the man who had just patted the table. He put on a smile that he thought was charming and said to Duocai: "Girl, with your small body, you can't be the same."

You want to enter Courtyard No. 2! Hahaha”

The man even waved his hands, which were much larger than ordinary people, in front of Tacai. He just glanced at the man indifferently, as if he was just an annoying idiot in front of him, and walked around.

"Little girl! Little girl, let me discuss it. How about making a deal?"

Duo Cai ignored him and continued to walk past him in a detour, his eyes still indifferent.

"Hey, you little bitch, you are so shameless, right?

The big tree in front of the inn flashed with vague fluctuations, and a light blue light flashed. There were five more people under the tree where there should have only been a dead dog-like Zhao Luochen, mostly Cai, Zhang Fang, and their master.

"An old bald donkey from the North?"

Master Lan Yue exchanged palms with the old monk, breaking his Buddhist confinement formation.

"What a good idea! I just don't know why the donor knows so much about my Buddhist tantric skills?" After the old monk finished palming his palms, he still held the Buddha's gift, but his eyes were filled with anger, like a glaring Vajra. The old monk had previously imprisoned Duocai to use the skills used by the two of them.

It is a unique skill of Qiming Temple. Although it is not very powerful, it is definitely not something that can be cracked with just a few clicks.

Master Lanyue destroyed his technique too casually and completely reversed his tantric technique. When Pu Yi fought against him, the old monk suffered a secret loss.

"There are too many people here, it's not suitable... Let's go to Nanshan!" Master Lanyue said with a joke in his eyes. The monks in Northern Xinjiang were from Qiming Temple.

The old monk glanced around. He was supposed to be hiding here. It didn't matter if no one saw him. He could be exposed to the sun now. A group of young people were either out of curiosity about the monk or about the sacred mountain and this group of people.

They all gathered around according to the description of the Buddhist cultivator. They had no conflict. The old monk could not attack them and did not want to create conflicts for nothing. More importantly, the two people who suddenly appeared were too strong and he was not sure about either one.

Before the latest group of curious people could get closer, the five people disappeared again.

The tea smoke on Nanshan Mountain is still there, even though the cool breeze from the high mountain still doesn't cool it down.

Master Lan Yue sneered, picked up the tea on the stone table, and drank it all in one gulp. When he raised his head, the bitterness in his eyes would no longer appear in front of others. Is it Qiming Temple? How many years ago, when I went all the way

When traveling south, we want to avoid these bald men who talk about benevolence, justice and morality. Don’t you think we’ll see them again today?

"That bald man, why are you embarrassing my disciple?" Master Lanyue adjusted his mood and spoke with a cold tone, like the cold wind on Nanshan Mountain. Even after just drinking a cup of hot tea, there was no warmth at all.

"The poor monk Hui Duolanduo came here to slay demons..." Hui Duolanduo considered the words. They had just arrived at Nanshan together. He understood how powerful these men and women in Taoist robes were, and he would not be the winner of any of them.
Chapter completed!