"But Fazi was clearly thought of by my Jiezu, so you can't be unreasonable, right?" Chen Siyuan said dissatisfied.
"But without me, can you open the Demon Heart Valley? Why do you want me to do my best?" Zhuang Mengdie said angrily.
"I don't care. Anyway, my Jizu came up with the method. This time the quota must be given to my Jizu. You have to agree and you have to agree if you don't agree." Chen Siyuan said with a stern face.
"Fuck, why should I listen to you? Otherwise, let them fight and whoever wins will go." Zhuang Mengdie was furious and rolled up her sleeves again.
"What are you trying to beat? You want to beat me so much, why don't I beat you with you?" Chen Siyuan's face turned dark and she lifted up her robe.
Chen Jizu and Zhuang Yiming were roughly equal in strength, but they were still a little different after all. Otherwise, they would have to solve the problem by themselves, so why would they need the two old guys to argue and fight all over the sky?
Isn’t it clear that someone with the surname Zhuang said this clearly bullies people?
It was already late at night, but there was a crackling sound in a quiet courtyard in Qingyuan Dao Mansion.
Perhaps because Chen Jizu and Zhuang Yiming were too confident, the two masters of the Mansion were deeply infected, but they never thought at all that they were busy fighting around at this moment. Is it too early?
It's a little too hurry.
In the early morning, Lin Yuantang left the cultivation room and walked towards the conference hall while rubbing his eyebrows.
During this period, not only did the two mansions fight each other in chaos, but he, the Lord of the Mansion, was also frustrated.
Zhuang and Chen were arguing, so they asked him to make a decision. He could make a big decision. The two old guys were both the official masters. Although their status was lower than that of his official master, they were the ones who took office.
When they were alive, they were the official in the palace and their qualifications were older than him. No matter which side he favored, in the end, Zhu Bajie must be looking in the mirror and was not a human being.
If Zhuang Yiming and Chen Jizu have different qualifications and strengths, it would be impossible to make a decision. If you just talk about things and be fair, he is not afraid of someone saying anything or anyone being dissatisfied.
But not only are the qualifications of these two people, one has obtained the holy pattern of the ancestors, and the other asks the strong to help cut off the pulse and clean the marrow. Even his strength is not even different. He can't find any reason to be biased towards either side.
In desperation, he had to hide in the cultivation room every day and stay in seclusion. But as the king of the mansion, he couldn't hide forever. Every few days, he still had to go out to deal with political affairs, and at the same time
Coping with the chatter of the two old guys.
When he thought of the scene where Zhuang and Chen people were flying, he felt his scalp swelling, and even the Qingyuan Holy Qi who had been practicing for many years showed signs of a sudden outbreak.
"See Lord Fujun." As soon as Lin Yuantang sat down, an eunuch bowed and bowed.
"There hasn't been any troubles in the various areas of the mansion these days, right?" Lin Yuantang picked up the Taoist tea and took a sip of it and asked.
"No." The eunuch replied.
"Why didn't you see anyone in the two lords of the mansion?" Lin Yuantang asked in confusion.
A few days ago, as long as he went to the meeting hall, Zhuang and Chen would immediately come to the door, regardless of whether he was serious or not. They first grabbed his robe and spitted on his face. They didn't see each other today.
When it comes to those two old guys, something is wrong.
Could it be that this is the tranquility before the legendary storm comes?
"Mr. Man Zheng did not come." The eunuch replied.
"I didn't come, could it be that someone broke his head yesterday?" Lin Yuantang asked in surprise.