This time, he felt paralyzed. When Abao woke up, his hands and feet were shaking, and his whole body seemed to be run over by a truck, and he couldn't use any force.

Seeing that he woke him up, Sixi hurriedly said, "Master is waiting for him at the door."

Abao stared at Sixi and said suspiciously: "Did you do something while I was asleep?"

Sixi said: "Some. After the adults fell asleep, Uncle Lan took us around the neighborhood and focused on visiting the river behind. Under Uncle Lan's vivid explanation, we repeatedly learned about the miserable situation of the people who died in that river. Some of them died in fragmented, some died in pieces, some died in you and me, and I and you do not distinguish between each other, and some…"

"Master is looking for me, right?" Abao couldn't wait to interrupt him, and hurriedly put on his shoes and ran out.

Sima Qingku was already waiting at the door. When he saw him coming out, he didn't say anything, frowned and turned to the right.

Abao looked at his back that looked particularly heavy at night and asked in a low voice: "Is something wrong?"

Sima Qingku was about to speak when he saw a person who was familiar with Sima Qingku and Abao walking by.

"President Tan." Sima Qing changed his words to his mouth.

Tan Muen looked at them meaningfully, especially on Abao for a while before saying, "Sima Sect is also here to look for Jingfeng?"

Sima Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Neighbors, come and say hello."

Tan Muen's head was almost invisible and said, "I'll come back tomorrow."

Abao muttered, "I've walked to the door and come back tomorrow? Could it be that you want two of you to have a tryst, so you think we are in trouble?"

Sima Qing raised his hand and beat his stomach.

Abao bent over in pain.

Sima Qing said bitterly: "He said sorry, he was wrong. If there is something wrong with Sect Tan, let's go first. Let's sit down and have tea together another day." He waved his hand with a smile, and the old horse pushed the door open like aware of the way.

Lian Jingfeng's door was not locked, and Sima Qing opened with a hard push. He did not feel embarrassed about entering other people's house at all. He entered the door naturally and whispered a lesson by the way: "We are now in need of the support of the heads of other sects. Even if you have any thoughts in your heart, you should not faithfully express them."

Abao didn't say anything, Uncle Lan answered the words. "President Tan is behind you."

"..." Sima Qing said with a clear and singular voice, "Especially, the idea of ​​President Tan being an upright, young and handsome man must be expressed in detail!"

Tan Muen followed him, his eyes constantly aiming at Abao.

Abao frowned while rubbing his stomach, "Why are you looking at me when my master talks?"

Tan Muen said: "It's nothing, I just feel that I underestimated you before."

Abao said "Huh" in surprise.

Tan Muen said: "You still got the true teachings of Sima Chief."

Sima Qing was shameless and pretended not to hear it.

There is a yard from the door to the living room. Because the Hermit Village was not only the sect that hosted the conference before the conference, the sect sent its disciples to clean it, but there was no one there, so the courtyard was empty and there was not even a leaf.

Sima Qing's wheelchair was rolled into the living room with the stone slabs, and he happened to see Lian Jingfeng coming out with three cups of tea. He quickly glanced at the Eight Immortals Table in the middle of the living room, with two cups of tea on it.

Lian Jingfeng put down three cups of newly poured tea and said with a smile: "Please sit down."

Tan Muen said in surprise: "Do you know we'll come together?"

Lian Jingfeng put away one of the tea cups that were originally placed on the table and said meaningfully: "Someone knows it."

Sima Qing snorted coldly: "Sure he is walking fast!"

Uncle Lan said blankly: "Who?"

Lian Jingfeng coughed dryly and said, "Have Sima Zheng had dinner?"

Sima Qing said bitterly: "No."

Abao raised his hand and said, "I don't have it either."

Tan Muen had eaten it, but when he saw Abao and Sima Qing say nothing, he blurted out, "I can have another meal."

Lian Jingfeng didn't expect that his casual greeting would have such serious consequences. He was stunned and said, "Please wait."

Sima Qing smiled with a bitter face and said, "Then you're welcome."

“…”

Three minutes later, four people sat around the table. Three of them ate compressed biscuits while drinking tea.

Sima Qing sighed with emotion: "The leader of the sect really deeply carried forward the spirit of hard work and simplicity."

Lian Jingfeng shook his hand holding the cup gently, and smiled and said, "It's easy to say."

Abao shook his head and sighed.

Sima Qing glared at him without any trace and scolded in a low voice: "We are here to canvass votes today, can't you be more sunny?"

Abao muttered at the same volume: "Master, don't you think your performance is even more unreliable?"

“Where is unreliable?”

"It makes people live a life worse than death."

"..." Sima Qingku stepped on Abao under the table.

Abao was even more surprised when he was in pain, "Master, aren't you lame?"

Sima Qing sneered, "Your master, I have always had two legs!"

Other creatures and dead creatures with two legs were also looking at him speechlessly.

Tan Muen stood up with a dry cough and said, "I'd better come back another day."

Sima Qing held him enthusiastically and said, "President Tan is rare to come, so sit for a while. Even if you don't want to see me, even the leader is good."

Tan Muen's polite refusal was suddenly stung to his neck. He turned his head to look at Lian Jingfeng, who was smiling and sipping tea. He had to sit down again.

Sima Qing opened his mouth and sighed, "You said I used to be old, but now I have lame arms and legs. I have to travel thousands of miles to hold this conference. It's so troublesome."

Abao said: "And it's a boring, fun and nonsense three-nothing conference."

Sima Qing said bitterly: "Yes. We all make a living in this industry. Are we still a leader of the martial arts world like martial arts? Speaking of which, the practice of the Huo Lian Sect is quite like that. What is the left?"

Abao said, "Zuo Siwen?" He was kicked again.

Tan Muen said angrily: "Zuo Lengchan?"

Sima Qingku grabbed his hand, and looked at his eyes almost burst into a scorching sun. "Sect Master Tan thought so?"

"No, I just..."

"I just think this will be really boring, boring, and nonsense, right?" Sima Qing said bitterly.

Tan Muen knew that it was unnecessary to have a quarrel with this pair of masters and apprentices. The only thing he thought was how to rescue his hand from his palm.

Lian Jingfeng suddenly stood up and picked up the teapot and poured tea to Sima Qing.

Although Sima Qingku is an elder, he has something to ask for and of course he can't be too sensible, so he immediately picked up the teacup with both hands to greet him.

Lian Jingfeng said slowly: "Is Sima Zheng here to be a lobbyist?"

Sima Qingku's eyes immediately turned a smile, "Even the leader is really aware of the hair, and a leaf knows the autumn!"

Lian Jingfeng said: "Actually, that senior has already said it."

Sima Qing trembled with bitter mouth, his smile appeared and disappeared like a flash, and after a while, he said: "Oh."

Lian Jingfeng said: "You should have received the news, right?"

This sentence is quite stupid and has nothing to do with the above passage. Abao and Uncle Lan are a little confused, only Tan Muen and Sima Qingku understood it. Sima Qingku nodded slightly, his face a little solemn, "I know, this is very difficult for you."

Lian Jingfeng said: "After all, three sects are three."

Abao opened his mouth, but Sima Qing trampled on him.

Sima Qing clasped his fists and said, "It seems that Master Tan and Master Lian have something to talk about, so I won't bother you. Say goodbye!"

Abao was a little confused, but knew that there must be his reason for his master to do this, so he had to follow him obediently and return to the residence of the Guiyu Sect.

As soon as his left foot stepped into the door, he couldn't wait to ask, "Master, what did you mean just now?"

Sima Qingku signaled him to close the door, return to the living room and sit down, then slowly said: "Do you know the origin of the Six Sects?"

Abao blinked, "Uh..."

"In fact, all the six sects should be considered branches of the three sects." Sima Qing took the water handed over by Uncle Lan and handed it to Abao. "The three sects and six sects at the beginning did not mean the nine mainstream sects that were parallel, but the deep connections of our sects. However, later the six sects continued to grow and became representatives of the mainstream sects."

Abao handed the water to Sixi.

Sixi put it back to Uncle Lan’s hand.

Uncle Lan: "…"

Sima Qing said bitterly: "So the influence of the three sects on the six sects is deeply rooted."

A Bao said: "Which sect is from the Fire Refining Sect?"

"The Sect of the Wizards."

Abao understands a little.

"The Fire Refining Sect, the Huangfu Sect and the Qingyuan Sect are all branches of the Guizhi Sect," Sima Qing said slowly.

A Bao said: "There is only one branch of the Jiqing Sect in the Tiandao Sect? Isn't the Tiandao Sect the leader of the three sects? It's so cold?"

Sima Qing knocked him hard and said, "Do you think it's a gangster? It's still a human head. Of course, there's a reason why Tiandao Sect can become the leader of the three sects!"

"What's the reason?"

"Because it is the only sect to cultivate immortals."

Abao: "..." He finally understood why he hadn't made a good fortune. Because he had always thought he was living in a supernatural story, but now he realized that it was a fairy tale! The serious consequence of classification errors is that he lacks combat power. This is not a world that can catching ghosts at all!
Chapter completed!