Suddenly, a noisy sound came from behind, and a few disciples from the Tang Sect ran over hurriedly.

"What's the matter? How can it be so noisy?" Qiu Hongye has the style of an elder sister. Here she is the elder sister, so there are many junior brothers in charge, so she is naturally full of momentum and has a bit of a young and mature smell.

"Sister Sister, a kid ran in and made a big fuss in the outside hall. Let's ask the head to come out and see him."

"A person who makes trouble is just like this. Just go away. What do you say when you come to me?"

"That kid injured several of our fellow brothers and let him go?"

"Who made the move first?" Qiu Hongye asked with a frown.

"That kid is so good at talking. So many of us have never mentioned him. Junior Brother Chen was so angry that he wanted to teach him a lesson first. As a result, he suffered a little loss. All our brothers took action and did not get any advantage..."

"Since you started the first move, and your skills are not as good as others, do you have to rely on the large number of people and powerful people to bully an outsider? If it is spread, the reputation of our Tang Sect will be ruined."

Qiu Hongye looked angry and lost all face. What else could he say?

Those junior brothers left in disappointment. Although they didn't want to, Qiu Hongye said so, and they had no other choice.

Murong Qiushui and Qiu Hongye seemed to be unaffected and continued chatting.

"By the way, junior sister, you said before that you met a disciple, what about later?"

"Later we arrived in Gyeongju together and we broke up not long ago."

"No way, you actually walked along with a disciple?" Qiu Hongye asked in surprise with disbelief.

"Gee..." Murong Qiushui chuckled, her smile was like the spring breeze blowing on her face, warming her mind and feeling extremely warm.

"In fact, he is just like a disciple, and he is quite good at being."

"It seems that the boys who have just debuted in the world recently like the little white dragons in the flower cluster and the young master in the flower." Qiu Hongye said clearly. It was obvious that she also met many young knights of this kind.

"Have Senior Sister Qiu met this kind of person, too?" Murong Qiushui asked in surprise.

"What's so strange about this? Young people who have made their debut recently like to take this kind of name, but most of them are just names, nothing strange." Qiu Hongye said calmly: "The one you meet is probably a young boy."

"It's not a big boy. In the words of the Central Plains of the Han and Tang Dynasties, it looks like an old man. If he didn't know his character, he would probably have to raise his sword to cut him up when he heard his name."

Qiu Hongye chuckled: "The young knight who makes you think you are a good person is probably a person."

"Senior Sister Qiu, why do people who have made their debut recently like to take such vulgar and misunderstood names?"

"Oh. Junior Sister Murong comes from the Western Regions. I guess she doesn't know... This has to start with a person who was with a disciple of my Tang Sect. Because the two of them had a quarrel, the man treated Qixiu's branch embroidery workshop as a brothel and made a lot of embarrassment. Since then, the boy has been awarded the title of a traitor."

"I'm afraid that this kind of person should be damned if he treats Qixiu's branch as a brothel."

"It's not damn. But the girls in the embroidery workshop were all furious at that time, and they wanted to split the man and horses."

"Then is that person dead?"

"If he died, he would not have caused a sensation in the martial arts world later. No... it should be said that he is famous all over the world."

"Be famous all over the world? Can such a person be famous all over the world?"

"I dare not say anything about others, but he deserves it. Nowadays, young heroes all regard him as idols. Every young girl of youth either regards her as a wishful husband. Even scholars in the world respect him as a saint of literature."

"Senior Sister Qiu really loves to joke. I haven't heard of any young hero who treats a lustful person as an idol, nor do I think such a person can be a good husband. What's even more exaggerated is that senior sister, you say that scholars regard him as a literary saint. A man in the martial arts world can even understand the literary saint, but he can't be as noble as a literary saint."

"So he is a legend. Go and ask my junior brothers who don't regard that person as a hero or an idol."

At this moment, the junior brothers ran in again, but most of them had bruises on their faces.

"So what's wrong?"

"That kid refuses to leave."

"I'm asking about the wound on your face."

"He beat it."

Qiu Hongye was angry: "You have dozens of people outside, can't you beat him? Junior Brother Wang and Junior Brother Chen are both in the late stage of the innate stage. Don't tell me, that kid is already a cultivator of the Three Flowers Gathering."

"He did it first this time?"

"It's us..." Several junior brothers all had shame on their faces.

Qiu Hongye felt very embarrassed. In front of Murong Qiushui, his junior brothers were too unsatisfied.

I originally wanted to find an opportunity to introduce these junior brothers to her.

Regardless of whether you have the chance or not, at least try it.

Murong Qiushui needs to have an identity and a good appearance. What is even more commendable is that she is already the cultivation level of the Three Flowers Gathering, and her future prospects are even more immeasurable.

Now seeing these junior brothers in a messy look, it is inevitable that Murong Qiushui will leave a bad impression in his heart.

"Junior Sister Murong has a short rest, I'll come when I go."

"Senior Sister Qiu is here, don't pay attention to me." Murong Qiushui obviously heard that Qiu Hongye was unwilling to let him watch the fun, so there was no trouble.

Qiu Hongye had a dark face and glared at the junior brothers. He walked in front with a very big sister style. The junior brothers followed behind with a timid face, constantly winking.

"Senior sister, that kid's martial arts skills are really good. Should we ask for help?"

There are quite a lot of fellow disciples in Gyeongju now. Just shouting to the street can lead to thirty or fifty fellow disciples, so they are also fearless.

"Do you still think it's not enough to be embarrassed? If we are bullied at our doorstep in Gyeongju, what will the people from other doorsteps think of us in the future?"

Everyone lowered their heads and dared not refute. Qiu Hongye walked to the front hall with a mighty look and saw a strange boy sitting slanted, raising one foot on the chair, completely treating the place as his own home.

"What? You can't beat me, can you find a beautiful woman to seduce me?"

"Zhun, why are you provoking trouble at my hall?"

"I'm really not here to make trouble, I'm here to find your head. Your head cried and begged me, but he left me halfway. I was blind all the way and finally touched Qingzhou. Now Tang Xuantian still wants to avoid it?"

"Just, the sect leader has a respectable identity, how could he cry and beg you to come?"

At this moment, several figures suddenly rushed in from outside. One of them was covered in blood and was indescribable miserable. They were covered with countless hidden weapons and flying knives, and were carried in by the two people beside them.

When Qiu Hongye saw the visitor, his face became instantly panicked, because the person who was being held in was not someone else, but Tang Xuantian and the leader of the Tang Dynasty! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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