The night is deep, in a luxurious mansion in Luo'an City.

Several giant oil lamps emit bright light, illuminating the entire lobby.

In the lobby, four people were sitting around a tea table, chatting and laughing.

Three of them are all old men over 60 years old.

If the students from Luo'an Academy and Taoist Academy were present, they would recognize that these three old men were the top figures of the Taoist Confucian schools in Luo'an City.

Wearing white clothes and silver hair hanging down, Fang He is one of the two courtyards of Luo'an Academy, and is also the strongest Confucian person in Luo'an City.

Previously, he used his magical powers to teleport all ordinary people and students from both colleges from the battlefield.

The other two were Zhu Ting, who moved to Luo'an City three years ago, but had a high status as the head of the academy.

There is also the current director of Luo'an Daoyuan, wearing a blue Taoist robe. Yang Lianshan.

The last of the four was just a long-haired girl in black clothes.

Her name is Su Xiaohua.

Her appearance at this moment is just like her name, well-behaved and quiet, just like the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in the yard.

Xiaoxiaoxiao sat at the same table with three great Confucian and Taoist figures. Su Xiaohua looked not at all restrained.

She just buried her head in the reflection of her face in the teacup in her hand, while quietly listening to the three old men talking about - topics she couldn't understand at all.

...

"We have already handed over the final work to Lao Zhao and the others. Although this time, the overall process and results are as expected."

Zhu Ting summed up the battle just now in a calm voice, "None of us who came to the Demon Sect this time let them run away."

"Um."

Fang He nodded, took a sip of tea, and said:

"It's mainly Xiaohua's credit. He solved Yin Wu and Yin Qi alone, otherwise this time, there might be an accident."

When the girl in black heard Fang He's praise, she raised her originally buried head and smiled into a crescent shape. It was really hard to imagine that she had held a long sword in her hand and slashed the moon in the wind.

"This time, they really invested a lot. Not only did the seven blood yin come, but the other twelve demons are also people who have entered Jiutan Mountain."

Yang Lianshan, the president of Luo'an Prefecture, was amazed and asked Fang He opposite his desk:

"What did that little bastard Zhao Hongqu do? It made the Demon Sect pay such a huge price to assassinate him.

If we hadn't had Xiao Huaer's killer weapon, we might not have been able to catch them all this time."

"Hehe..." Hearing Yang Lianshan's question, Fang He touched his beard, and did not answer, but asked back:

"Since you know that there is a place like Jiutan Mountain in the Demon Sect, don't you know that Jiutan Mountain was smashed two altars three years ago, and now you can only call Qitan Mountain?"

"Jiutan Mountain?" Yang Lianshan hesitated for a moment, then looked shocked: "You mean... is this the little bastard's credit?"

"What do you think?" Fang He smiled very brightly with an old face, as if he was very proud of his apprentice.

"Impossible!" Yang Lianshan listened and stood up in surprise, "How old was that boy three years ago?"

"Three years ago, it was exactly twenty..."

Fang He slowly stretched out his two fingers and compared them, and said leisurely: "So, those guys in the Demon Sect are not only to find the place, but also afraid that Hongqu will be able to go directly to their nest in a few years.

In addition, the story of him practicing "out of context" has spread, so with such an opportunity, those guys naturally can't sit still."

"Then why do you still have to hide this matter in the past few years?" Yang Lianshan asked with a frown.

Fang He sighed, "Are you still afraid that the old people next door will notice our Luoan City too early. But after tonight, I can't hide it even if I think about it."

Yang Lianshan nodded, and then he was convinced that Fang He did not lie to him. Then he snorted coldly and said to Fang He dissatisfied:

"You are so talented, Old Man Fang, you can't discipline yourself. It's okay if you don't have a good job all day long. You actually let it indulge in the dusty place like Tianxian Tower."

"Young man, I can't control it." Fang He chuckled, and didn't take Yang Lianshan seriously.

"Besides, if he hadn't been baiting in Tianxianlou this time, how could the rats of the Demon Sect easily take the bait?"

Yang Lianshan snorted again, as if he was very dissatisfied with the person they said. He cursed and asked indifferently, regardless of his image:

"Where is that bastard? Where is he dead now?"

Fang He smiled and was about to answer, but a sound full of energy had already come from the door of the lobby:

"Okay, Old Man Yang, I'm scolding me behind my back again."

The owner of the voice was a young man in his early twenties in his early twenties, with his sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, and extraordinary handsomeness. As soon as he walked into the lobby of the mansion, he said to Yang Lianshan without hesitation:

"The surname of Yang, don't think you are my sister's master, I will tolerate you."

Yang Lianshan probably had long been used to this person's attitude of not knowing his superiority and inferiority. He did not get angry, but just sneered:

"I beg you not tolerate me."

"Think about it, let me give my master a face and I won't care about you."

The young man in white named Zhao Hongqu waved his hand lightly, then turned his gaze to the girl in black sitting next to him, and smiled while looking at:

"It's been a long time since I saw Xiao Hua'er. The little girl looks better and better as she grows. Well... she's developing... very good, much better than my little carp.

Well, I saw the knife that cut Yin Qi just now. It was indeed... Oh, why are you hitting me if you have nothing to do..."

Zhao Hong was interrupted in the middle of her speech, and was directly slapped on his head by his master Fang He.

The young man in white expressed his dissatisfaction, tilted his head and his eyes competed with his master.

So he was slapped in the head again.

"Don't think you are my master, so I will tolerate you."

This time, Zhao Hongqu became smart and took two steps back and distanced himself from Fang He before he started to speak harshly.

Fang He glared at him angrily, "Get out of here, don't mess with Xiaohua, don't beg me to save you if you get beaten later."

"Look at what you said, I will talk to Huaer about the past. Can she even cut me with one knife?

Besides, what is my relationship with Xiao Huaer? She will definitely be reluctant to let her cut her down."

Speaking of this, it seemed to be to prove his own words. Zhao Hongqu squeezed his eyebrows at the girl in black and smiled:

"Come on, flower, cut me down."

Only then did Su Xiaohua put down the teacup and raised her head. Looking at the young man in white, she blinked in confusion at first, and then hesitated... nodded.

In the lobby, the swords were bright, like daylight.

A white figure smashed through the thick wooden door panel and flew far away.

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