Wenren Pingxin, who was wearing a long gown with a wide collar, looked at the Jian Sect disciples in front of him with doubts. After looking at them carefully for a while, he frowned and said:
"Where is Shen Wanqian? Why didn't he come back with you?"
"What happened along the way? Why can't Sword Sect contact you?"
"..."
Mo Youqian and Zhen Jianjian stood firm, while Niu Dazhuang and others looked at each other and then nodded.
Zhen Jianjing took a deep breath and looked at Wen Renpingxin, with a sad look on his face and said:
"Acting Head!"
"Shen Wanqian should practice it on his own."
"While I was waiting near Mo City, I accidentally entered the Cliff of No Regret!"
"There is no way to contact Jian Zong!"
"..."
Mo Youqian took a step forward, wiped away his tears and added in an emotional voice:
"We met a ferocious beast at the foot of Buhui Cliff, which was probably at least the most powerful. Later, thanks to Elder Su, we were saved!"
"Elder Su looked for us anxiously! Then he fought with the unnamed Hedao beast for three days and three nights under the Buhui Cliff!"
"He asked me to come back first, but he was seriously injured..."
Seriously injured?
Wenren Pingxin looked at the disciples of the Sword Sect with a suspicious look on his face.
He already felt that something was wrong when they said that Su Bei fought against the Hedao ferocious beast. When he heard these short-sighted disciples telling lies that Su Bei was seriously injured because of them...
Wen Renping secretly vomited in his heart.
It really puts Su Bei's face in good stead.
Based on my understanding of him, when encountering danger, he will be the first to run away and will never wait until the second.
But her beautiful eyes were still curved, her jade hands gently supported her cheeks, her red lips were slightly opened, and she pretended to be nervous:
"Then what? Is Elder Su dead?"
"..."
Mo Youqian looked at the yawning elder with a dark look on his face.
Just pretend to be nervous, but why does your tone sound like you wish Elder Su would die?
But he still bit the bullet and said with some guilt:
"Fortunately...fortunately Elder Su was rescued by the Yu Sect Master of the Red Pavilion Xingyue Sect."
"Maybe I can come back in a few days!"
Fish Sect Master?
Hearing this name, Wen Renping felt excited instantly.
He changed his lazily sitting posture before, frowned and stared at Mo Youqian for a long time, which made Mo Youqian's heart go crazy, and then he said quietly:
"Oh? Went to the Red Pavilion?"
"Why is that fish so kind?"
Mo Youqian swallowed his saliva and didn't know how to reply to the elder. He looked at each other and smiled coquettishly without saying anything.
Looking at the Jianzong disciples who avoided his gaze, Wen Renping felt a sense of discomfort in his heart for no apparent reason.
The wind rises from the bottom of Qingping! Nothing can happen out of nowhere.
These disciples made up a lot of lies. I don’t know whether the rest is true or not, but it definitely has something to do with the Red Pavilion!
Maybe they were captured by the fish when they went to the Red Pavilion, and then Su Bei redeemed them!
When he thought that Su Bei might be related to that fish, Wen Renping frowned, pursed his red lips, and sighed.
Then he thought about it and picked up a book-like object next to him, waved it in front of these disciples, and said:
"Since you came from Mo City, you should know this thing, right?"
"The entire Twenty-One Continents started publishing two days ago. I don't know who from the Xingyue Sect came up with this idea. This is really good!"
Niu Dazhuang looked at the newspaper and seemed to finally have an idea. He said without thinking:
"Ah! Isn't this Su Chang..."
Halfway through his words, he instantly felt a lot of cold eyes looking at him.
Niu Dazhuang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shrank his head.
Wen Renping raised his eyebrows, looked at the Jian Sect disciples meaningfully, and said quietly:
"Elder Su, what?"
"..."
"Commander Su, Elder..."
——Then a group of Sword Sect disciples were dragged down by the Hongchen Peak disciples, crying and shouting, and each received thirty big blows.
...
Wenren Pingxin's face turned red visibly, and he felt his blood rising continuously. He grabbed the newspaper tightly with his jade hands, read it for a while, and then tore it into pieces.
The big dumpling kept rising and falling, pacing back and forth in the empty room. After thinking about it, he quickly walked to his boudoir and sat down in front of the brocade, his expression changing.
After gritting his teeth and being annoyed for a while, his mood gradually calmed down. Wenren Pingxin took a deep breath and murmured to himself:
"What a fish, he really knows how to seduce men."
"Su Bei, this unsatisfactory thing, just gave up such a good idea?"
"Fifty-five? How dare she?"
"It's obviously worth ninety-one points!"
"Isn't this bullying the honest people of Su Bei?"
After thinking about it, Wen Renping felt that she still couldn't let go. Her beautiful eyes looked at the tea cup on the table, her shadow reflected in the water.
"Did this fish feel too hungry to be left alone for eight hundred years?"
Stretching out his slender hand, he gently picked up the teacup and said thoughtfully:
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen her for a while..."
...
The first batch of newspapers were published by the Hongge Xingyue Sect and soon spread throughout the twenty-one states.
Just as Su Bei expected, each branch published an unknown number of copies of the newspaper overnight, and as soon as it was advertised and put on the shelves, it was sold out instantly.
In this era when mortals have to rely on letters to convey any information and storytellers tell stories in teahouses, it has indeed set off a wave of terror.
Regardless of whether it was the Dongfeng Ancient Country or the Nanfeng Ancient Country, after hearing about this thing, almost all the people wanted to see it and lined up in long lines from door to door to buy it!
The various new things in the newspapers are like a clear spring pouring into the dry river bed for the twenty-one states that have been dry for a long time.
You can see all kinds of major events in the world very intuitively. It is a rare pastime for the masses who like to eat melons!
——Not to mention that this newspaper also specifically analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of the current large sects.
"You said what was said above, that Elder Su of the Sword Sect scared Elder Wuhua Queluo to piss with his sword. Can it be true?"
"I don't know! But I feel like I'm not making it up. The process at that time is described in detail..."
"This thing called a newspaper is so beautiful! We haven't been to the ancient country of Dongfeng for most of our lives, so we can know what's going on there."
"Whose idea was this?"
Everyone in the crowd started talking among themselves around the contents of the newspaper.
Some people even got into fights because they disputed the authenticity of the content in the newspaper.
This scene can be seen everywhere in the entire twenty-one states!
The attraction doesn't stop there, people are good people, and almost everyone is interested in the upcoming 21-state admissions conference!
What's more, they even started to use the information in this newspaper to predict who will win the championship of this twenty-one state competition...
...
The ancient country of Nanfeng, empty cicada lake.
Cottage.
Li Zijun was sitting upright on his knees on a silk reed mat.
The light gently fell on her delicate face, reflecting in the light blue double-breasted skirt, revealing her tender white and slender neck.
She is wearing a horse-style bun, with golden plum blossoms swaying on both sides. Two beautiful combs have just been touched with lotion, and her lips are lightly dyed with a touch of cherry red.
There is no rouge on the face. If you look from top to bottom, the skirt is spread out in all directions, with a little cherry blossom in the middle, which is so gentle that it makes people's heart palpitate.
There was a newspaper placed on the low table in front of her, and she bit her lip gently not knowing what she was thinking about.
My eyes were a little confused as I looked at the big words "Elder Su" on the newspaper.
At this moment, a maid came in, gently leaned over Li Zijun's ear, and whispered:
"Miss, the information you asked Ying'er to check before has been found, and it's all here!"
"..."
As he spoke, he took out something like a book from his sleeve and gently handed it over.
Li Zijun turned his head slightly, looked at the maid's shining eyes, calmed down slightly, straightened up slowly, looked straight ahead, smiled softly at the corner of his mouth and said:
"Sorry for trouble Ying'er!"
Everything was quiet.
Ying'er did not dare to disturb Miss Zijun, so she rolled up the Xiang curtain and hung all the bamboo curtains on the corners, and then quietly retreated.
The thatched cottage instantly becomes bright and clean.
Li Zijun pressed his ten fingers on his waist. They were small and the fingertips were stained with pink cardamom.
With a little hope in my heart, I immediately smoothed it out, knelt down and opened the book at a slight angle.
"The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique."
"This technique was first originated from the Miao tribe in the ancient Nanfeng country. It was used to devour each other's poisonous insects and steal their essence, so as to cultivate the Overlord Gu..."
"Later, evil cultivators placed him inside his body and dug up other people's bones."
"..."
Li Zijun blinked and read the content above bit by bit.
He closed it gently, frowned beautifully, bit his lips and said to himself:
"It doesn't say that it will change the character of those who practice this technique."
"Why is this?"
"Master?"
"..."
Suddenly, a small pattern in the hidden part of the book caught her attention.
Li Zijun blinked and looked at the mysterious ring pattern carefully.
Seems a little familiar?
I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but... I can't remember it.
Gently covering his chest, a bitter smile appeared on Li Zijun's lips.
"Zijun still doesn't want to believe it."
"That gentle master who can comfort a crybaby all night in the City God's Temple..."
"What is the reason? My master."
...
The slanting moon is hanging, and the stars are shaking their shadows.
Su Bei lowered his head and looked at Xiao Ruoqing, who was sitting on the ground and looking quietly at the sky, watching her wide-open beautiful eyes and counting the stars.
The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are shining by the side, and the eyelashes lit with falling snow are fluttering like butterflies.
The shadow in the eyes can be discerned by the flowing light.
Shan Wulan stood quietly behind Su Bei, staring blankly at the burning fire with his cold eyes, and then suddenly said:
"Senior brother."
Su Bei turned around and looked at Shan Wulan with some confusion.