The courtyard wall that was originally shaking and could still be seen had collapsed most of the time, revealing the scene in the courtyard to everyone without any concealment.

The young leader of the beast taming sect, Mu Ren, stared at the half-blue brick in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know what to express.

Heaven and earth had a conscience. He really just subconsciously raised his hand and patted the low wall. Who would have thought that the low wall in front of him would collapse in one second, leaving half a blue brick in his hand.

Just as Mu Ren and his junior brothers were still stunned, Dong Fuzhu and others immediately reacted and shouted: "Okay, you actually deliberately destroyed the Cangyu Sect's living courtyard!"

Lan Fusheng was not stupid either. He took his junior sister and said with disappointment: "I thought the young master of the Beast Taming Sect was a person who knew etiquette and righteousness, but I didn't expect you to deliberately destroy the yard of Cangyu Sect. Mu Ren, we are ashamed to be with you!"

As soon as these words were said, the people of Wan Daosheng seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship and took a step back in an instant, as if they were to draw a clear relationship with Mu Ren and his party.

"You are talking nonsense. I didn't know this yard at all. I just patted it twice. It was like what you said was intentional?!" Although he didn't think that breaking a yard would cause dissatisfaction among Cang Yu Sect.

But Mu Ren was unwilling to bear this false infamous reputation.

Hearing his rebuttal, Bai Kejin showed a contemptuous look: "What the young master said means, did Cangyu Sect deliberately arrange a dilapidated yard for us?"

For a moment, not only Mu Ren was stunned, but even Sang Ying and the others were stunned.

Bai Kejin didn't speak on weekdays, but the man spoke as soon as he opened his mouth!

After receiving admiring gazes from several fellow students, especially Sang Ying, Bai Kejin did not show his face, but the corners of his mouth slightly bent.

Seeing that the hat was about to be firmly buckled on his head, Mu Ren hurriedly asked to explain.

However, before the explanation could be expressed, someone interrupted him first: "Who has provoked my Cang Yu Sect and Wan Daosheng? My Cang Yu Sect has always regarded Wan Daosheng as a distinguished guest, so how could he arrange a dilapidated yard for him?!"

A loud sound like a bell came from the top of his head, and a breeze blew by. When everyone looked up again, they saw a figure falling into the yard with the might of a powerful force.

Skipping past the other party's robe embroidered with dark patterns, he fixed his eyes under the man's purple jade crown. The face that belonged to the leader of the Cangyu Sect immediately broke into their eyes.

Until this moment, Elder Gu and Ji Lian both stood up, because they were probably the only ones present were qualified to talk to each other.

The heads of the two sides exchanged greetings, and while the few people were talking, Mu Ren wanted to take a few junior brothers to leave secretly.

But they had just taken one step, and before Sang Ying could reach out her hand to catch people, someone blocked Mu Ren and his party.

"Where is the young master going? I heard that you had an argument with the disciples of Wan Daosheng and broke the yard of Cangyu Sect. What's going on now? Can I help me?" The female voice was very gentle, as if she was born with a pity and weakness.

Unlike other people's curiosity, Sang Ying's eyes were almost cold as soon as she heard this sound.

"Is it the one with the surname Su?" Gu Shu's reaction was not slow and he immediately recognized the identity of the person.

Sang Ying did not respond, but just stared in the direction of the courtyard gate and refused to look away.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, a female cultivator wearing a plain pear blossom dress walked in with her head full of defensive beads surrounded by a group of maids.

The female cultivator wore a tulle on her face, covering the lower half of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes that were filled with autumn water.

Those eyes should have been beautiful and clean, but the smile in his eyes quickly froze in the face of Sang Ying. Surprise and fear slowly emerged, and Su Fuyun's smile froze on his face.

It was her! The two of them said in their hearts at the same time.

Sang Ying once fantasized about the scenes of meeting each other too much, but none of them were like today.

She thought that when she saw Su Fuyun again, she would raise her sword with great angriness. But unexpectedly, she suddenly calmed down at this moment.

"This is the new saint of Moromon?" Sang Ying heard her ask.

Su Fuyun was still stunned without saying a word, and her round nails squeezed into her palms, as if she was using such pain to tell herself to calm down.

However, this was very futile. Even though she had known Sang Ying's existence for a long time, she had made many preparations in the past five years.

But it was not until the moment she saw Sang Ying that Su Fuyun realized that she was filled with fear of her!

How can you not be afraid? This person is the one who has forced herself into a desperate situation every time. She once cut her face and Jian Feng almost exposed her heart several times. When she was broken by the golden elixir, she stabbed Gu Huaiwei with her backhand!

"Saint?" Feeling Su Fuyun's hand hiding in her clothes trembled continuously, the maid who was holding her couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay." She whispered. Even though she was still trembling, Su Fuyun still firmly met Sang Ying's eyes: "Fellow Taoist guessed it well, I am the saint of Moromon, Su Fuyun!"

She was different from before. She leaned against Moromon behind her, and Sang Ying's master's sect had long been suppressed.

She lives in the best living yard and is regarded as a guest of honor, while Sang Ying can only live in a dilapidated place, even the walls are broken.

Su Fuyun tried hard to raise her chin, as if she could be much nobler than Sang Ying.

However, after hearing her introduction, Sang Ying finally replied coldly: "It's better to be famous than to meet."

Su Fuyun's anger suddenly surged, but it was suppressed. Only the maid who was pinched by her knew the fluctuations in the saint's heart.

The confrontation between the two naturally could not escape the eyes of the others, especially Dong Fuzhu and others who were closer together, and they could even detect Sang Ying's abnormal emotions.

Although they didn't know what their Chief Sang had to do with this saint, they immediately stood behind Sang Ying and expressed their position.

The two of them ended their embarrassing greetings. The Master Jimo, who had brought their moods into their eyes, then stood up: "It's a hurry. I haven't asked when it happened here yet, why did Wan Daosheng's disciples come into Xishanyuan?"

The voice of the leader of Jimo quickly regained everyone's consciousness, and during this period, Mu Ren also obediently retreated and stood beside Su Fuyun.

At this moment, Su Fuyun had already restrained his emotions and changed into a smile again: "The Lord of Jimo asked, "I'm just wondering. I heard that Wan Daosheng's disciples couldn't stay anywhere else, but they were about to run to Xishanyuan and pushed the wall of the courtyard. I felt strange in my heart, so I wanted to join in the fun."

After all, the Beast Taming Sect is his own, so Su Fuyun wanted to push all the mistakes on Sang Ying and his party as soon as he opened his mouth.

It’s a pity that she didn’t know that the leader of Jimo on the opposite side was not someone who could be deceived by her.

So everyone saw that before the smile on the saint Moromon's face had fallen, the leader of the Cangyu Sect frowned.

"Is this true?" The sect leader Jimo's eyes fell on Sang Ying, and with his slightly serious expression, he seemed to be questioning the other party.

For a moment, the young disciples of Wan Daosheng became nervous unconsciously, and the faces of the monks of the Beast Taming Sect opposite appeared with pride. Especially Mu Ren, he almost wrote the words "schadenfresh" on his face.

However……

"But where is the Cangyu Sect not well received?" Everyone's expressions froze. "Is the arrangement of Honghu Courtyard not perfect enough and there are other things that need to be purchased? Even though the two elders spoke, you are the distinguished guests of my Cangyu Sect, we must make you feel at home."

Now it was not just his expression that froze. Mu Ren and his wife almost glared out of their eyes!

"What does the Master of Jimo mean? Hasn't Honghu Academy been left for us Moromon disciples to live?" Su Fuyun could hardly maintain the gentle expression on his face. This question seemed to squeeze out from his teeth.

Responding to her was the puzzled expression of the Master of Jimo: "When did I order Moromon to be arranged in Honghu Courtyard? This Honghu Courtyard is what I leave for the most important guests."

In one sentence, it broke all Su Fuyun's expectations and nailed Moromon to the pillar of shame.

At that moment, Su Fuyun seemed to understand why the room was not suitable for her.

The author has something to say:

Woo woo woo woo woo woo I'm late. Today, Queque's stomach feels a little uncomfortable, so it's late, I'm sorry ~

Everyone should be careful and take good care of themselves~

See you tomorrow, I love you ~


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