Meng Lianen couldn't help laughing, and soon apologized: "I don't know what he means, this matter, alas..." Bian Xiliang left Wuzhuang to observe his Meng Lianen's relationship before meeting Wu Luo. Then he carefully presented the gift and begged in a low voice. Wu Luo stopped caring about what had happened before.

Unexpectedly, less than ten days later, Bian Xiliang suddenly took off his airs and asked Wu Luo to go fifty miles to greet him.

Wu Luo sneered and waved his hand: "Don't pay attention to him, love will come!"

He was about to continue looking for Gu Muqing as planned, but suddenly a few people outside the yard started to yell: "Where is Wu Luo? Does that kid live in this yard?"

"Hey, why are you like this? Master Wu's residence should not trespass..."

Someone had already pushed open a round door in front and broke in. The man was not very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed as a book boy, but he looked extremely arrogant. He turned a blind eye to Wu Luo and Meng Lianen, looked at the yard with his hands on his back.

"You are so rude. If you don't go out, don't blame us Wuzhuang Guan for being unpretentious!" Meng Lianen's junior brothers chased in and said a little rude.

The Shutong sneered and looked at the Wuzhuang Temple disciples with disdain: "You dare to touch a hair of my husband? Don't mention your little Wuzhuang Temple, even the nine heavenly gates can be demolished for you!"

He pointed to the yard casually: "There are so many people outside, but Wu Luo has occupied a yard alone, which is so big! But it's good that he can clean up and move it out. Our young master wants this yard."

Meng Lianen frowned, but did not attack on the spot, but whispered to Wu Luo: "This is the person sent by Bian Xiliang to deliver the message."

Wu Luo had already guessed in his heart that the "young master" mentioned by the book boy was probably Bian Xiliang's backer, otherwise Bian Xiliang would never dare to challenge him so blatantly.

But he didn't care who the "young master" was. He waved his hand and said, "Catch it and throw it away, how far it is, and you can stay here and there. I'll take care of what happens."

"Okay!"

Several disciples of Wuzhuangguan had long disliked the boy. They learned a domineering style at a young age. Do they really treat themselves as their uncle?

The three of them tried to catch the Shutong together. I thought that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy would be able to catch it. But I didn’t expect that the Shutong sneered and the green light flowed outside. The three of them were bounced by the green light and took several steps back!

"Just because you want to touch me?"

Shutong had a proud face, but unfortunately he was not proud enough. Wu Luo's fingers gently flicked, and Shutong's dark blue light curtain was shattered, and a force of gravity hit him hard. With a dull bang, Shutong screamed and flew up. He crossed thousands of feet apart and fell outside the gate of Wuzhuangguan.

Such a big living person was thrown out. I dare not say that there are crowds of people outside Wuzhuang Temple now, but they are all over the place, and the people around me burst into laughter.

The Shutong was so embarrassed that he was flushed with anger, and his face turned red: "Wu Luo, you bastard, wait for me! I must ask you to live, but you can't die!"

Shutong shouted this and everyone around was shocked: Who doesn’t know who Wu Luo is? What did this Shutong come from? He actually exclaimed so loudly?

The monks immediately did not dare to laugh anymore and asked about the origin of the book boy in private. However, no one present knew him.

Wu Luo sent the arrogant book boy, shook his hand, and went to the place where the court was stationed.

This time Gu Muqing went out, he returned empty-handed. The person he wanted to capture hid in the wilderness. She rushed in and searched for ten days, but still found nothing, so she had to retreat in a suffocation.

After reporting the result of this time to her boss, her boss naturally did not dare to blame her. Instead, he persuaded her warmly for a while. Gu Muqing certainly knew why her boss was so tolerant of her. To be honest, she didn't like such an environment. She enjoyed the role of "Wuluo's lover", but she was limited to being in front of Wuluo. But she couldn't stop others from labeling her like this. When everyone was with her, the first thing they thought of was Wuluo.

In this regard, she also understood that this was human nature, and she had no choice but to be helpless.

When she came out of her boss, she saw Wu Luo standing at the door of the yard with a smile looking at him. Gu Muqing looked at his slightly bad smile. The unhappiness in her heart immediately disappeared.

I thought it was amazing when I didn’t meet, but when I met, I became as dull as water.

She walked over slowly and curled her lips, "It seems like I always come one step later."

She was one step behind Song Jianmei back then. Now even Zhu Jin is one step ahead of her.

Wu Luo looked around, suddenly stepped forward and hugged her, pushed into the shadow of the wall beside him, and kissed her first.

Gu Muqing was caught off guard and almost screamed. When Wu Luo's evil deeds succeeded, he quickly put her down. Gu Muqing reacted. Two red glows flew out of his cold pretty face, and he punched a pink fist on his chest: "I'm going to die, I don't know where it is!"

Wu Luo nodded: "Okay, now start pretending to be a gentleman."

He really looked serious, which made Gu Muqing smile again.

He and Gu Muqing had a "small separation better than a newlywed". Fifty miles away, the Shutong was running all the way to the place where Bian Xiliang and others were.

When he was almost here, he suddenly stopped, rolled on the spot, tore his clothes apart, and then slapped his nose a few times, punched him and bleed.

Although Wu Luo threw him out of Wuzhuangguan, he was very cautious in his actions. He just fell and was not injured.

After tossing himself extremely miserably, the evil slave cried and hoped that Bian Xiliang and others would go.

Fifty miles away is a small, not too tall mound. The top of the slope is covered with grass and a few short flower trees. Among them is a dilapidated pavilion.

Bian Xiliang and his group sat in the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, there were eight warriors wearing strong suits and armor. In the pavilion, in addition to Bian Xiliang and a young young man, they were also haggard old men.

The old man seemed to be about to transform away, sitting with his eyes closed against a pillar, and he couldn't find any angry feeling on his body.

Bian Xiliang deliberately tried to please him. In this simple pavilion, he even put out a few plates of fresh fruits and some exquisite pastries. There was also a small jar of fine wine on the table, poured into two silver bowls. The wine was fragrant and the wine was as colorful as amber. It was obvious that it was aged for more than 60 years.

"Come on, Mr. Yu, have another drink. I'm also benefiting from yours, otherwise I wouldn't be lucky enough to drink the three hundred years of survival of my senior brother."

The jade sitting opposite was like a crown and a starry sky, and his black hair was meticulously tied into a bun, and he was clasped with a crown carved from a beautiful jade. He was indeed a gentle young man who was very likely to gain favor from others.

The young master also raised the silver bowl: "Senior, you are so polite, Yu Er is ashamed."

The two of them touched the silver bowl and drank with each other.

Under the mound, a shrill cry sounded: "Young Master, you must make the decision for me..."

Yu Er was stunned and got up. The book boy had already rolled up and crawled up, and rushed to Yu Er and cried: "Young Master, I was beaten so badly by someone!"

Yu Er frowned: "Shi Yu, what's going on? Why did you become like this?"

The book boy Shiyu cried and said, "Young Master, I went to Wuzhuang Temple and said to Wu Luo with kind words. Unexpectedly, he not only didn't come out to greet him, but instead scolded him. He said nothing about our ancient jade family. The ancient jade family is nothing. The little one was angry and started arguing with him. He was beaten like this by the people under his command. He even threw the villain out of Wuzhuang Temple. Young Master, the little one is incompetent, and embarrassed our ancient jade family!"

Yu Er sneered and turned around and said, "As the predecessor said, this Wu Luo is really arrogant!" Bian Xiliang returned last time, facing the pressure of "sect righteousness" and went to Ruolu Prison to see Wu Luo. It was said that they had joined forces to suppress Wu Luo before, but later they found that they could not suppress it, so they had to whisper to apologize. Wu Luo didn't do anything to him, but Bian Xiliang waited in Yanshan Villa for seven days, which made him feel "insulted".

Along the way, he deliberately or unintentionally said something bad about Wu Luo to Yu Er.

He had been in Bian Xiliang's Taoist practice for nearly a thousand years, and it was too easy to fool a young man from aristocratic family like Yu Er, who was not well-informed. Sure enough, when he arrived outside Wuzhuang Temple, Yu Er had found out about Wu Luo's impression of Wu Luo. He deliberately stopped and refused to leave. He also sent his book boy to Wuzhuang Temple to let Wu Luo greet him.

Yu Er has to find trouble when he is fine. Now that his favorite book boy has been beaten like this, how can Yu Er still endure it? He immediately shouted angrily: "The madman is so brave!"

"Where are the eight major leaders!"

The eight warriors guarding outside the pavilion answered in unison: "The last one is here!"

Yu Er gritted his teeth and ordered: "Go to Wuzhuang Temple immediately and capture Wu Luo to see me, regardless of life or death!"

"yes!"

The eight warriors paused their feet and soared into the sky. Eight groups of raging flames, with the sound of wind and thunder, headed straight to Wuzhuang Temple.

Bian Xiliang was secretly happy, but on the surface he looked worried about Yu Er: "Oh, Mr. Yu, you are still young, too impulsive. Although Wu Luo is arrogant, he is really capable, just afraid...ah!"

Yu Er sneered: "Hmph, the eight major generals of my ancient jade family are not incompetent! Senior, wait, within an hour, you will definitely capture the brave man!"

"well……"

A long sigh came from behind the two of them. Bian Xiliang and Yu Eryi turned around, and the haggard old man who had been sitting against the pillar, like a dead person, slowly opened his eyes. A trace of spiritual power flowed out from his eyes, and he couldn't stop wandering all over his body like lightning.

His body, which had already become lifeless, slowly moved for a while and stood up.
Chapter completed!