"The eight sects are in the same spirit, and some things cannot be done in a too ugly way. I think the Wudang sect's disciples who hurt people are not high enough to start a big fight. Let's do this, Qingkui, after Master Zhang finds out the whereabouts of the Wudang disciple,

You go and ask the disciple to come in person to offer a gift and apologize. As long as your attitude is sincere, this matter can be regarded as a small favor to Wudang."

Xuanyuan's expression moved, then he raised his chin and gave instructions to the middle-aged man with a white face and no beard.

"I will obey my uncle's decree."

The middle-aged man with a white face and no beard quickly stood up, bowed respectfully, and agreed.

"Master, what should I do if that person is unwilling to apologize?"

In contrast, Mr. Zhang thought of Ning Tao's calmness that day and added, "Don't apologize? Humph, a mere Wudang disciple injured someone from my sect. Do they really think they are the strongest?"

Xuwang smiled coldly and said again: "It doesn't matter if you don't apologize. If that person doesn't want to, Qingkui, just capture him and let the other master come to take him. I would like to ask the elder Chen of Wudang

How does this guy educate his disciples?"

"Master has really considered things carefully."

Seeing this, Qing Kui nodded slightly, and then spoke.

"Yes, this is reasonable and well-founded. Even if it makes a big fuss, our Qingcheng faction has set an example."

After that, Mr. Zhang also hurriedly complimented him, but Long Zhengming smiled and praised, but his eyebrows raised inadvertently.

The reason why he joined the Qingcheng Sect was actually for this reason. The Qingcheng Sect was famous for protecting shortcomings. With this big backer, he would not suffer any disadvantages even if he met monks in the future.

As a child of a big family, things like intrigues and intrigues are common. Although Xuanwu has lived a long time, his mind is still not as strong as theirs.

At this moment, a figure flashed in the hall, and Liu Cheng and a middle-aged man strode in.

Seeing several people in the hall, Liu Cheng looked happy and quickly bowed to salute.

"Okay, Cheng'er, is there any news about the Wudang sect disciple?"

After he finished his salute, Qing Kui coughed dryly, then sat down and asked.

"Wudang disciple?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Qing Kui's face, but without thinking too much, she nodded and said, "Master, through the channels of Mr. Zhang's subordinates, we finally found out the specific information about Ning Tao."

"Oh, tell me."

Qing Kui looked confused and asked.

"Yes, Master, Ning Tao is a student at Donghai Zhongxia University..."

Liu Cheng took a deep breath and recounted all the information he had collected.

In the afternoon, he had two consecutive foreign language classes. Ning Tao was bored in every possible way and felt unhappy when he saw Moulton on the podium.

He later heard about the last time he peeped at women taking a bath from the back wall of the school's girls' bathroom. Based on what Ye Wanqing said, he was 100% sure that the vampire was this old guy.

What gave him a toothache was that this old guy was so disrespectful that he still had this hobby.

At the same time, he was also secretly annoyed. If he had known this, he should have gone to camp that day, set up a camera to take pictures of the other party's face, and put it on the school's forum for everyone to see.

Feeling sick in his heart, Ning Tao yawned and planned to lie down and stare for a while.

Last night's battle with the Qingcheng faction made him a little tired, and he needed to get some sleep.

However, just as he was staring in confusion, he was suddenly pushed twice. When he raised his head, he saw that the whole class turned to look at him, including the old vampire?

"What's going on?"

Ning Tao raised his eyebrows. Logically speaking, sleeping in class was not a big deal, but why were so many people looking at him? Their eyes immediately fell on the dick that had just pushed him.

"Lao San, your relatives are looking for you outside."

The second child rolled his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled "hehe" towards the outside of the classroom. He also said: "I didn't expect your relatives to tell fortunes on the streets."

Before Ning Tao could understand, Moulton on the podium had already said solemnly: "Student Ning, your elders are here. Please go out and don't hinder everyone's class."

Only then did Ning Tao understand, but where did he come from? When he was suspicious, he didn't say much and immediately stood up and walked outside.

As soon as he walked out of the classroom door, Ning Tao saw a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist chisel on his head, and a pale face standing not far from the door.

When the middle-aged man saw Ning Tao, his eyes lit up slightly. He stretched out his sleeves and immediately raised his chin. He looked very aloof and waved to him with an arrogant look.

When the other person looked at him, Ning Tao narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but look at this person.

Although the other party's attire was very eye-catching on campus and was somewhat indifferent, from the aura leaking out of him, he could vaguely tell that the middle-aged man in front of him was no ordinary person.

It's just that he couldn't figure out who this person was. He had never seen him before. Nowadays, many of the eight sects are in the world, so it's rare to see someone dressed like this among the crowd.

When Ning Tao approached, the white-faced and beardless man took two steps expressionlessly, stared at him up and down, and said coldly: "Are you Ning Tao of the Wudang Sect?" There was a condescending air between the lines.

The man is Qing Kui. Although he is very honest in front of Xu Huan, as a third-generation disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, he is usually quite arrogant outside, not to mention that the person in front of him is an enemy rather than a friend.

"Who are you!"

Ning Tao's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He didn't answer, but asked suspiciously.

"I am Qing Kui, a third-generation disciple of the Qingcheng Sect. I am here because you injured a disciple of our sect for no reason."

Qing Kui clasped her hands, and immediately spoke condescendingly: "Since you are young and ignorant, I don't want to bully the younger ones. So, come with me, as long as you sincerely go and say goodbye to my nephew."

Sorry, this matter has been dropped."

"Third generation disciple?"

"Qingcheng faction?"

"Apologize?"

After listening for a long time, Ning Tao finally understood the purpose and identity of this person, and his teeth ached in anger.

In the morning, I heard from my senior sister that the Qingcheng sect guarded the shortcomings. In the afternoon, the other party came to ask for help. It turned out to be a great insight.

Yesterday, he almost killed the other party and asked him to apologize. Ning Tao looked at Qing Kui's face and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. How could this guy have any confidence?

"What? You don't want to?"

Seeing that Ning Tao didn't speak, Qing Kui's expression could not help but darken, and the aura on her body suddenly became threatening.

Although he didn't want to take action in such a public place unless it was absolutely necessary, he had to take the other party back today. If Ning Tao didn't recognize him, don't blame him for being rude.

"Wait, I can go with you to apologize, but...?"

Seeing that the other party's posture made it clear that he was bound to win, Ning Tao's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stopped talking.

"But what? Boy, I'm warning you, don't do any tricks!"
Chapter completed!