After receiving the affirmative answer from the young man, the leader of Jimo Sect left his disciple who was confused without looking back and headed straight to the living yard.

The young man was not stunned for long, and soon followed.

But he couldn't keep up with the sect leader's footsteps, and was left far behind by the other party in just a few seconds.

Fortunately, soon, someone discovered something was wrong and took the initiative to find the young man.

The male cub in the personal disciple's uniform was tall and his eyes that were very similar to the sect leader. As soon as it fell on the young man, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Lin Xi, what happened? Why did the sect leader be so in a hurry?" The man's slightly low voice sounded, and the young man could not even have the idea of ​​hiding him.

The young man named Lin Xi quickly replied: "It was Wan Daosheng who did not know how to live or die and offend the sect leader. So the sect leader went to deal with it himself."

Of course, this is not all, but in Lin Xi's opinion, the only possibility of the Jimo Sect Master hurried over was to teach Wan Daosheng and others a lesson.

Apart from this, he could not think of any other reason to attract the lord of a sect to go there himself.

But when he finished speaking, the male cultivator in front of him also showed a strange expression on his face, which was somewhat similar to the sect leader before.

"You mean, Wan Daosheng's team has just arrived?" His eyes lit up, as if he had been waiting for it for a long time.

Lin Xi was slightly stunned, but he still followed his words: "Yes, Senior Brother Jimo, Wan Daosheng's people have just arrived and are now in Xishanyuan."

Cangyu Sect used to be closely related to the Jimo clan, so there were actually many disciples in the sect with Jimo's surname. But only one person could get them to call him "Senior Brother Jimo", and that was the person in front of him.

I thought the other party was just asking casually, but unexpectedly, after hearing Lin Xi's answer, the male cultivator's face changed instantly.

He raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at Lin Xi, looking at the man so hard that he couldn't help but sweat on his forehead: "The person you just said that Wan Daosheng was arranged in Xishanyuan?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Jimo thinks there is something wrong?" Lin Xi was confused.

The male cultivator laughed when he heard this, but the smile was obviously not enough to reach his eyes: "Which school in Honghuyuan lives?"

Just as Xishan Courtyard is the worst living room, Honghu Courtyard, opposite it, is the best living room in the entire Cangyu Sect.

The two courtyards were built opposite each other, which was a trick that the former sect leader came up with to disgust his opponent. But so many years have passed, and Xishan Courtyard has not yet truly welcomed guests, but unexpectedly, someone has moved in today.

Without thinking too much, Lin Xi subconsciously replied: "The person who lives in Honghu Courtyard is a disciple of Moromon."

"Ha!" The handsome and handsome male cultivator sneered, "I'm really not afraid of death..."

Honghuyuan was the residence he arranged for Sang Ying and his party, and he also arranged a room for Sang Ying himself.

It’s okay for this group of people to fight for power and profit by themselves, but now they reach out to him!

The male cultivator, Jimo Xuan's eyes, showed coldness. At that moment, Lin Xi couldn't help but shivered. For some reason, he always felt that Elder Luo and himself seemed to be in trouble.

...

In the Xishan Courtyard, which was watched by everyone, the dilapidated courtyard exuded a smell of dampness and mold. Dong Fuzhu kept pulling Lan Fusheng and a few around the house, but just chose a room and gently pushed the door.

The dusty wooden door fell to the ground with a creaking sound.

Dong Fuzhu was so scared that she turned her head and jumped behind Sang Ying: "Senior sister, I didn't mean it! Cang Yu Sect won't let us lose money, right?"

She didn't care about losing money, but she felt a little embarrassed to break the door when she first came.

With the door they pushed open, Sang Ying saw the dilapidated windows in the house and the beams covered with spider webs at a glance.

She could even imagine what the scene was inside without even stepping in.

Even Gu Shu couldn't help but say, "This is where people live?"

People can live there, but they are not suitable for guests who come from the original way.

Sang Ying didn't spit out this sentence. She raised her hand and touched Dong Fuzhu's head and said softly: "Don't worry, we not only don't need to compensate, but maybe Cang Yuzong also wants to compensate us."

Looking up at Sang Ying's extremely serious expression, Dong Fuzhu swallowed the doubts stuck in her throat. Although her senior sister's words made people feel unreliable no matter how they listened.

Although Sang Ying had already made a promise that she would not let everyone live in such a place, no one came for a while, and the disciples still consciously cleaned the yard.

During the cleaning, the wall at a corner of Xishanyuan collapsed, causing a lot of noise.

Perhaps this movement alarmed the people in Honghu Courtyard opposite. Not long after, a vocal sounded in front of the courtyard gate.

"Tsk, I thought it was a small sect that was so unlucky that I had to clean the yard by myself. It turned out to be fellow Taoists of Wan Daosheng!" The man wearing a high-level robe and a whip on his waist led his group up at the right time.

Sang Ying glanced at the other party and her eyes quickly fell on the other party's waist card.

There is a big beast head engraved on the mahogany waist sign, which makes people tell at a glance that he is a person from the Beast Taming Sect.

"I don't know who my friend is, and I trespassed into my Wan Daosheng's yard. What's the matter?" Sang Ying remembered that they did not invite anyone to visit. They knew very well what the purpose of this uninvited person was.

Almost as soon as the man came to the door, Dong Fuzhu hurriedly walked behind Sang Ying, and even Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin followed, as if she wanted to support Sang Ying.

Elder Gu saw this scene from afar and stopped walking. Jiulian beside him had no intention of showing up from beginning to end.

"Fairy, don't be nervous. I'm just a saint from Honghuyuan on behalf of the saint of Honghuyuan to see if there is anyone who can help you. If you don't appreciate it, then forget it." The young master of the beast taming sect focused on the three words "Honghuyuan", as if he was afraid that Sang Ying and the others would not know where they came from.

"Saint?" Sang Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, "It seems that Moromon is lucky and was assigned to the opposite Honghu Courtyard?"

I have long heard that Moromon had an additional saint a few years ago. It is said that the other party has a single water spirit root and outstanding talent. Although he didn't come out and walk around, his reputation had long been spread.

But for some reason, Sang Ying's heart suddenly jumped when she heard that the other party was Shui Ling's root.

I thought the two of them would have to wait until the competition officially began, but I didn't expect that the other party would come out so quickly.

The young sect leader was very proud when he heard this: "Not only that, I heard that the second son of the Jimo family of Cangyu Sect specially set up a room for our saint, which contained countless treasures and countless gorgeous clothes... Sorry, I shouldn't mention these in front of you."

He seemed to suddenly realize that he was wrong and immediately changed his subject.

"But the saint is kind and has already told me. If the female disciple of the noble sect does not have enough clothes, she can ask her for it, and she will definitely not be stingy."

The young sect leader looked over with a smile, but the words he said had already made Dong Fuzhu blush.

"Is that true?" Hearing this, Sang Ying was not only not angry, but also felt a little funny, "But I appreciated the kindness of that saint."

Because, she probably won't be able to give these dresses.

The young master of the Beast Taming Sect couldn't hear what Sang Ying said, but Su Fuyun knew it very well at this moment.

She looked at the luxurious robes that were spread all over the floor by the maids, and she felt no joy in her heart.

Because she had just tried all the velvets, but strangely, these velvets seemed to be made according to the same size.

She put on every piece, no, fit her body!

After spitting her favorite white dress on the ground, Su Fuyun felt uncontrollable anger in her heart: "How did Jimo Xuan buy this clothes? None of them is what I like!"

The maid she brought out of Moromon bowed her head and said nothing. They knew very well that speaking at this time would only make the saint even more angry.

Fortunately, someone came forward to rescue them soon, and the other party brought a message that was enough to make Su Fuyun happy: "Saint, the young master of the Beast Taming Sect fought with the people on the other side. It is said that the walls of the opposite yard were broken by them!"

When Su Fuyun heard this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately threw down his dress, got up and went out to watch the fun.


Chapter completed!