Li Yun'e couldn't bear it and said, "Uncle, can I show mercy outside the law?"
Yan Xi sighed and said, "Sect rules!"
Taoist Lianyun also wanted to persuade, but Yan Xi hurriedly said: "Master Lianyun's nephew, I am the senior one here."
"I have the final say."
Lian Yun is also a person who is familiar with the "Sect Rules". He wanted to say something, but it was difficult to speak, so he could only sigh. Yan Xi was right, he was the senior one here, and he had the best say...!
Yan Xi acted like an elder. He really didn't want to give up on the reputation of these "juniors" and no one could do anything about him.
What's more, Yan Xi also followed the etiquette of the sect rules and made no mistakes.
The middle-aged Taoist couldn't bear it and said, "Disciple, please don't talk back to Master Yunxiao. Not every elder is tolerant of you."
Yan Xi thought to himself: "If I let you guys add to the atmosphere, I will become the villain Big Boss."
He shouted: "Old Huang, bring the cooking crane and go back to the Zhuanhe Tiangong with me."
Mrs. Huang suddenly felt embarrassed and said in a low voice: "Young master, I will take the cooking crane, will you go back by yourself?"
Yan Xi hesitated for a moment, pointed at Peng He and said, "He is taking me with him!"
Even though the atmosphere was serious, some disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect still burst into laughter, showing a certain contempt for Yan Xi. As an ancestor, Yun Xiao could not fly with a sword, so it was no wonder that the younger disciples laughed at him.
Yan Xi didn't care about this, and asked Mrs. Huang to light a moxa stick. The smoke was billowing, and he took himself and Fanhe straight to the Huanhe Tiangong. Although the scene was not good-looking, he felt comfortable.
Peng He was dull and sluggish, no longer as graceful as he had been when he swept across his fellow disciples with his sword.
Yan Xi asked Mrs. Huang to keep an eye on him, and he traveled back in time for a while. Half an hour later, he came back with several portions of roast goose rice and clay pot rice, and handed one to Feng He.
Fanhe didn't even look at it.
Yan Xi took another bottle of Hai Zhi Lan and opened the bottle. The aroma of wine overflowed, and Peng He couldn't help it anymore. He grabbed the bottle and took a swig.
Yan Xi pushed the roast goose rice over again, but Fang He didn't resist and started eating it.
Yan Xi sighed and said: "Actually, cranes are not delicious. If you are hungry later, how about I bring you roast goose rice?"
Cooking Crane remained silent.
Yan Xi said again: "I have little friendship with Master Sun Youyue, and I am also familiar with his disciple Baidi Qitaoli. I will explain it to you later. I understand that they have to sell face, so you don't have to worry."
Fanhe took a few mouthfuls of roast goose rice and said, "I broke the rules."
Yan Xi smiled and said: "Whose child is in trouble? It's not the fault of the adults and the failure to educate them well? I shoulder this responsibility."
Although Fenghe was respected by his fellow disciples and favored by his masters, no one ever told him this. His eyes turned slightly red and he said, "That's not all the trouble I've caused."
Yan Xi smiled and said, "I'll show you something!"
He revealed the Jiuyin Guiyuan Sword.
Fenghe looked shocked, and with a flick of his finger, he heard the sound of Qingyue's sword and shouted: "Nine Yin Guiyuan Sword? The famous magic weapon of the evil sect."
Yan Xi said with a smile: "Do you know how this thing got into my hands?"
Fang He shook his head, and Yan Xi did not explain, but said slowly: "When will you be able to cause a disaster of the level of Jiuyin Guiyuan Sword, then you can tell me about causing trouble!"
Yan Xi deliberately said nothing, giving Peng He enough room to think. As expected, Peng He was shocked and secretly said: "I have never experienced such a big disaster! This Jiu Yin Gui Yuan Sword, but Xuanyin
The teaching’s most precious treasure has a powerful background.” He asked, “How did my uncle get it?”
Yan Xi chuckled and said, "Do you want me to teach you how to get into trouble?"
Fenghe was immediately unconvinced and did not ask any more questions. Worryingly, he secretly admired him and thought: "My uncle is really amazing. No wonder Patriarch Naoyunso is willing to accept him as his disciple."
Fang He didn't know. If he asked further, Yan Xi would be at a loss for words. The Jiuyin Guiyuan Sword was snatched by Sha Chenyan and had nothing to do with him.
Panhe drank half a bottle of Hai Zhi Lan, feeling somewhat reluctant to part with this good wine. The Snow Mountain Sect had strict rules and did not allow disciples to drink, so he had no choice but to go to the secular world to buy wine.
What kind of good wine can the people of Jiayin Realm have?
Although Hai Zhilan is of high quality and low price, it is already a taste that he has never had before. He took out the wine gourd and poured the remaining half bottle of wine into it. The bottle looked good and he was reluctant to throw it away.
It fell and was hidden in the magic bag.
Yan Xi watched him collect the bottle of wine, took out a box, put it on the ground, and said, "I've given it all to you."
Panhe was overjoyed and hurriedly collected the box of wine.
After hesitating for a moment, he whispered: "I don't like to eat cranes, and I didn't kill those cranes. I see them as pitiful and want to be trained as mounts. The leader of the crane monster cries every day, begging me to let him go.
Then I let him go secretly."
"I was indeed wrong about this matter, but..."
"I have always felt that it is wrong to treat these intelligent crane monsters as livestock."
Yan Xi smiled slightly and said, "What you said makes sense. I hid this matter for you and will not tell anyone else."
Fanhe's spirit perked up slightly, he thanked him and said, "I had a conflict with Rouge Li Cao Baoyue, one of the Seven Peach Plums of Baidi Temple."
"He said that in our Snow Mountain Sect, there are only seven or eight people from the Yun generation that he admires, and the rest are mediocre and not worth mentioning."
"I'm not convinced! Argue with him."
"He also demoted my master and said: What is Yue Yun's heart? He is mediocre and unsightly. He will have to be a doorpost in this life, standing there like a stupid idiot!"
"I'll fight with him."
"The White Emperor's Seven Peach Plums, what a great name!"
"You can only resist my seventy-one swords!"
"I knew that Cao August was dissatisfied, so I gave him three chances, and finally he was defeated and had nothing to say."
Yan Xi said: "If Cao Ba8yue lost in the sword fight, he wouldn't be so mean-spirited that he would sue you."
Feng He chuckled and said: "I also said what Cao August said: What is Sun Youyue? He is mediocre and unsightly. He has to be a doorpost in this life, standing there like a dull stick.
!
"Sun Youyue, the strange boy of Taiyue! Such a luxurious person, the disciples he taught are not as strong as Yue Yunxin's disciples!"
Yan Xi was silent for a moment, took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to Panhe, and lit one himself. Looking at the smoke, he said lightly: "You are not unjust in this matter!"
"I can let Sun Youyue write a letter in person and report it to Jingsha City, and he will be worthy of death."
Penghe followed Yan Xi's example, took a deep breath, coughed several times, turned red, and said excitedly: "My grandson is wrong."
"But it's so damn fun."
"Look at Cao August's face. I didn't drink. I was drunk all day long."
"Why do you look down on my master?"
"Is he the one who can look down on Yue Yunxin?"
Yan Xi was afraid and patted Peng He on the shoulder, thinking: "This apprentice belongs to me. Who dares to say no..."