Ding Zi actually felt a little regretful in her heart. If she had known that Xue Po would destroy the Qingjian Gate today, she would not have put so much effort into getting An Xixia into the stone room and locked her up. When Xue Po came, she would directly push An Xixia out.
It would be easier to get trampled to death by snow souls.
Since all the disciples of Qingjian Sect gathered in front of Wangyue, many disciples looked at An Xixia with disdain when she walked over. She remained calm and ignored those looks.
When An Xixia walked into the hall of Wangyue Residence, she first saw Mu Chen, and then she saw an old man with white hair and beard standing next to Mu Chen. No need to guess, she knew that the old man must be the current head of Qingjian Sect.
Men Ling Xuzi.
An Xixia felt a little disdainful. She had never seen Lingxuzi, a nominal master, in the year since she came to Qingjianmen.
She stopped there, glanced sideways at Muchen and said, "Good morning, King Qin!"
It was almost dusk at this time, but she actually asked her what morning she had, and everyone's eyes were full of disdain.
Lingxuzi felt a little unhappy when he saw her look like that. Ding Zi was the best at observing faces and soon discovered Lingxuzi's anger. In addition, Anxixia only talked to Mu Chen when she came in, and the murderous intention in her heart reappeared.
Ding Zi scolded lightly: "Little junior sister, the master is here, why don't you salute the master quickly!"
An Xixia turned around in a big circle and said with a confused look: "Master? Where is the master?"
Lingxuzi's face became even more ugly, and Ding Zi's eyes were even more proud. She pointed at Lingxuzi and said, "You are so rude. Master is clearly standing here, but you said you didn't see it?"
An Xixia then glanced at Lingxuzi, whose face was darkened, and said, "Third senior sister, please don't lie to me. I heard that the master is a master of swordsmanship. The master always has a red face and a smooth breath, but the old man in front of him has a gloomy expression.
It's extremely ugly and the hall is black. How can he look like a master? How could he be the master?"
After she said this, the whole hall was silent. Lingxuzi was the leader of a sect and had a very high prestige. No one among his disciples dared to say such things about him.
It was just that when the disciples saw the gloomy look on Lingxuzi's face and felt that An Xixia's words seemed reasonable, no one dared to agree with him.
"Bold!" Ding Zi scolded: "How dare you say this about Master!"
An Xixia then asked coquettishly: "Did Third Senior Sister really not lie to me, and is this really Master?"
"Of course this is Master!" Ding Zi said loudly.
An Xixia raised her eyebrows and bowed respectfully to Lingxuzi: "It's all my fault that Third Senior Sister always lies to me and makes me unable to tell which of your words is true and which is false. Today, Master
I'm disrespectful in front of you, please master, please don't punish me!"
Lingxuzi snorted coldly, and Ding Zi also frowned.
After finishing the ceremony, An Xixia said to himself: "Actually, I don't recognize Master today, so Master can't blame me. I've been studying martial arts for more than a year, and I haven't seen Master yet!"
Lingxuzi's face suddenly became a little unnatural. Although Anxixia was the eldest daughter of Priest An, she was not favored and was a waste. At that time, the person who came to see Anxixia in the Priest's Palace was just a small steward, which proved that she was
She was extremely unpopular in the priest's house, and Lingxuzi was too lazy to see her while she was practicing.
Lingxuzi originally planned to ask Anxi Xia about last night's sacrifice to the temple first, but when he saw her and heard her words, he really didn't know how to ask her.