Fang Ziyu's face was gloomy. How could a character who had been held up by others all his life be so embarrassed? He secretly gritted his teeth and decided that the matter could not be let go. He walked towards the ancient song stage. Along the way, the casual cultivators around him talked about it and made various remarks.
To his ears, it was nothing more than "the reputation is so great that it is difficult to live up to the power of the Qingyun Dao Meridian". This made him embarrassed and at the same time, he had completely lost his mind.
He strode up to the high platform, arrived in front of Song Zheng and Pan Gongxie, and snorted coldly: "Qianhu's calculations are so deep, Mr. Fang is far behind. It's just that something happened here, but I want to find an opportunity to do it well."
I want to ask your Excellency for advice, so that you know that I, Pinghu Tower, will not be bullied!"
Pan Gongxie was greatly embarrassed. Song Zheng frowned at the side. He was really fed up.
He took out a jade talisman, and with a slight flash of inspiration, Song Zheng said to the jade talisman: "You have a spoiled child at home, take it back and discipline it yourself."
After saying that, without waiting for a reply, he sealed the jade talisman, and then waved his hand to Du Baihu: "Remove this chair, there is no place for him here."
"Yes!" Du Baihu had been holding back his anger for a long time. He dared to target us Qianhu from the beginning. Did he treat Long Yiwei as a sleeping dragon and not open his eyes?
Several Longyi guards came up and removed the chairs together. Fang Ziyu stood there awkwardly. The guests around him did not expect that Song Zheng would be so decisive. Once he made a decision, there would be no change, and Fang Ziyu would become a Qingyun Dao Vein.
The genius lies there.
Fang Ziyu didn't expect that Song Zheng would really dare to do this, and he stood there awkwardly, not wanting to leave or not.
Subconsciously, he looked back at the white-naped crane beside him.
The eldest young master of the Bai family gritted his teeth and hummed: "Master Qianhu is so majestic, but this is near Taiji Lake, and Pinghu Tower is the number one sect in Huzhou. If you do this, you don't take all the people of Huzhou into consideration."
Here."
Song Zheng glanced at him and said calmly and firmly: "We will deal with your matter tomorrow."
"You!" Bai Zhenhe was humiliated in public and secretly resented it. He couldn't bear it any longer: "Just wait for me. I guarantee that in three days at most, there will be an order from the court. Thousands of households like you
I, the Bai family, have decided to take the hat off!"
Song Zheng: "Haha, it may not take three days."
Bangong Xie hurriedly came out to mediate: "Master Qianhu, Ziyu is young and vigorous... Ahem, of course he is not as young as Master Qianhu, but he is from Pinghu Tower and is a direct disciple of Zhong Boke, so he is highly valued by Brother Boke.
, I have a close relationship with Brother Bo Ke, and please, for my sake, please don’t argue with him."
He was old and mature, and gave Song Zheng a step up, and kept reminding him that this was Zhong Boke's proud disciple, so he shouldn't do too much.
Bangong Xie believed that with Song Zheng's intelligence, he would be able to understand what he meant. But he didn't expect that Song Zheng glanced at him: "Why do you think Ben Qianhu didn't drive him away in the first place?"
Song Zheng also knew that Fang Ziyu wanted to go against him from the beginning. According to the habits he had developed under the sky fire, he naturally wanted to nip all dangers in the bud as much as possible.
But for Zhong Yundai's sake, he didn't drive him away directly.
But this is like a friend's child going to play at your house. He can be naughty, but you tolerate it for the sake of your friend. But if the child points your nose and scolds you, how can you endure it? Naturally, call your friend over.
:Take care of your own cubs.
However, scholars have a saying: If Zhong Yundai cannot teach his son in person and train his wife behind his back, then there is no need to date him in the future. A strong man who governs the country is indeed very important, but Long Yiwei already has two.
Bangong Xie thought Song Zheng meant what he said to him, and was about to persuade him further, when he saw a golden cloud rising from Taiji Lake, with a majestic law shining in the sky, covering half of the sky and covering the distance.
All over Guzhou Island.
Under the golden clouds, there seemed to be thunder, but it was restricted by some magical power and could not be heard outside.
On the ancient singing stage, the strong cultivators of Huzhou City, such as those of Ban Gongxie's generation, all understood: "The ancestors of Pinghu Tower are angry, and are interrogating the entire Pinghu Tower with the sound of thunder... what happened?
What makes Senior Zhong so dissatisfied?"
Fang Ziyu looked in the direction of Guzhou Island, his body trembling slightly. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, always feeling a little weird. He just grew up being pampered by everyone, and he was a little confused about the world and the people. He was not a fool. He
I would not be stupid enough to think that I, a third-generation disciple, had been "bullied" outside and had the right to make my ancestors angry.
Besides, this matter has not been reported back.
Then why did the ancestor show his Dharma appearance and question the entire sect with the voice of thunder?!
He glanced at Song Zheng carefully, guessing who the jade talisman was talking to just now. But it couldn't be the ancestor. This Xiao Qianhu was very outstanding, but he couldn't reach the level of the ancestor.
A moment later, a strong wind came from the sky, driving golden clouds and rolling huge waves, and arrived in front of the ancient singing stage with the momentum of a strong man who suppressed the country and suppressed all living things in the world.
"Senior Zhong!" All the monks in Huzhou City knew who was coming. Zhong Yundai was the only Zhenguo in Huzhou.
With a crash, everyone bowed down. For someone as senior as Pangong Xie, he just bowed with fists in his hands, but those casual cultivators had already knelt down with their knees weak.
Zhong Yundai lowered Jin Yun, his old face was a little hot, he laughed and said to Song Zheng: "Little friend, which of my disciples has made you unhappy?"
The old man has been studying the "Book of Yuanxu Thunder" with all his heart these days, and has gained a lot. The thunder yuan in his body is floating around, and he seems to have found some way to be promoted.
At this time, Song Zheng Yu Fu Lianyin, the old man has not felt this kind of shame for many years.
He had just taken advantage of someone else, but his disciples went to make trouble for him. Zhong Yundai had never done such an immoral thing in his life.
In a rage, he showed up and interrogated the entire sect with thunderous sounds, but no one knew what was going on. They really didn't know...
Song Zheng glanced at Fang Ziyu, and Zhong Yundai took it. Fang Ziyu did not dare to move, letting his ancestors catch him on Jinyun.
"Which disciple are you from?" Zhong Yundai asked sharply.
Fang Ziyu trembled: "Master, my disciple, the master is Zhong Boke..."
Zhong Yundai's old face turned red again. The day before yesterday, he specifically told his eldest son that he must maintain a good relationship with Song Zheng, but today he asked his apprentice to create trouble for Song Zheng.
"You guys are useless!" He had not been so angry for a long time. The old man felt guilty and quite shameless. After all, he was his son's apprentice.
He swept Fang Ziyu into the depths of the golden cloud: "Three hundred punishments with the rod and ten years of hard labor in Lianhu Hall!"
Fang Ziyu was so distraught that she begged for mercy loudly in the depths of the golden cloud: "Master, have mercy..."
"Shut up! If you dare to say another word, the punishment of the rod will be increased by one hundred, and the hard labor will be increased by one year."
Fang Ziyu knew that his ancestor Jinkou Yu had spoken the truth, so he immediately did not dare to beg for mercy any more.
Zhong Yundai dealt with Fang Ziyu, and then he walked up to Song Zheng and said, "I'm so incompetent in discipline that I'm making you laugh, Xiao Song."
Song Zheng's anger also subsided, and he waved his hand and said: "A sect as big as Pinghu Tower always has some good and bad disciples. We can't all blame the seniors."
Zhong Yundai looked around: "What are you..."
Song Zheng talked about this visit to the palace and mentioned Fang Ziyu several times. In just a few words, Zhong Yundai understood what Fang Ziyu had done.
Zhong Yundai also understood immediately: "You don't have to give me face. Next time such a fool comes over, just drive him away. Or you can just discipline me for me, and I will thank you."
He gave Song Zheng enough face, and Song Zheng nodded secretly: As long as Zhong Yundai is here, Pinghu Tower will always be the number one sect in Huzhou.
Just having strength is not enough, you also need to be able to handle things.
Zhong Yundai was itching in his heart and still thinking about "Yuanxu Thunder Book". After saying a few words to Song Zheng, he said: "Then you continue, I will go back first. If you have anything to do, Xiao Song, just ask."
"Okay, senior, walk slowly."
Zhong Yundai didn't say hello to anyone else, waved his hand, picked up Jin Yun and went back.
The entire ancient song stage was silent. Song Zheng tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, frowned and said: "What are you doing in a daze? The battle in the arena continues."
Pan Gongxie looked at him deeply: "Master Qianhu is serious about... hiding it deeply."
Only now did he realize that what Song Zheng said just now did not mean the same thing as what he said.
The battle in the ring continued, but the atmosphere was not right. Both sides of the decisive battle felt that it had ended hastily. Although the champion was happy, when he thought about the gap between himself and the one sitting on the high platform, he suddenly became extremely discouraged and felt a little unhappy.
stand up.
This year's festival seemed very grand and lively, but in the end it ended a bit dull.
Because Song Zheng was the new Qianhu, the prizes prepared by Bao Taowei this year were 30% higher than in previous years. Du Baihu’s original intention was to spend more money to invite the Qianhu adults, but after attending the ceremony, he felt that he
The money was spent in vain, and your reputation has already reached its peak in Huzhou City.
There will be a banquet in the evening, and the state government government will entertain the winners of the competition. Those casual practitioners who have performed well will also be invited.
The sect family in Huzhou City recruited the casual cultivators they liked during the banquet.
For the casual cultivators who participated in the Dengque Meeting, this dinner was an important moment that truly determined their future.
But today's boarding party has not ended yet, a huge building boat floated on Taiji Lake. Zhong Boke stood on the bow of the boat and waved enthusiastically towards the shore from a distance: "Brother Song, when you arrive at Taiji Lake, you have arrived at our Pinghu Lake."
How about we hold the banquet tonight on the boat of our Pinghu Building?"
He floated up, flew across several miles of water, landed under the ancient singing platform, and then walked up step by step.
Zhong Boke had no choice. His father fell directly in front of Song Zheng. He had always been filial, so of course he did not dare to be like his father, so he had to fall down below the stage and walk up on his own.
Song Zheng must be more dissatisfied with Zhong Boke than Zhong Yundai. Zhong Yundai no longer cares about the affairs of the sect, and Zhong Boke is the one who calls the shots.
Chapter completed!