Duan Xing seemed to have been preparing for a long time. He hastily replied, "Yes, senior! Please give me your orders, old senior. I won't hesitate to climb a mountain of swords or plunge into a sea of flames. "
"Take him away."
Clang!
Lu Zhou waved his sleeve. A gust of energy pushed the door open.
He walked out with his hands on his back.
"Whitzard."
He called out to Whitzard softly.
Whitzard flew over on a cloud and slowly landed in the courtyard.
Lu Zhou glanced at the sun. It was noon.
It was almost time.
"O-old senior, who should I take with me?" Duan Xing stammered.
Yu Shangrong walked out of the room.
His posture and temperament made it clear that he would not allow anyone to touch him. He exuded an unapproachable aura.
Duan Xing did not dare to go near him.
Lu Zhou turned around and asked, "Are you afraid?"
Duan Xing was taken aback. He encouraged himself and said, "I'm not afraid! I have you backing me up, old senior. I have nothing to fear. "
"That's good."
Duan Xing walked up to Yu Shangrong.
Yu Shangrong merely gave him a knowing look before he looked elsewhere indifferently.
Duan Xing was on the verge of tears.
How could he not be afraid?
He could not!
…
Lu Zhou stepped onto Whitzard and circled above Cloud Shine Nunnery.
He had wanted to stay here for a few more days to reminisce about the past. Alas, he had many things to do.
He had to return for now.
His mind was filled with the past. Everything he saw was filled with regret.
He did not know Cloud Shine Nunnery, but he was several miles into the clouds. The ancient trees were deserted, and there was no bell in the deep mountains.
Just when he was about to leave …
Cloud Shine Nunnery's abbot, Buddhist Master Xuan Jing, appeared before Cloud Shine Nunnery. She straightened her palm at Lu Zhou. "Amitabha. Take care, Benefactor Ji."
Come to think of it.
He saw Jing Yan's shadow in Xuan Jing.
Wouldn't it be even more regretful if such a beautiful place were to be ruined and collapsed?
Moreover, this place was far away from human cities. It was a natural place to avoid the heat and recuperate. Even if he were to establish a sect and recruit disciples, it would be a good place to cultivate. If he had nothing to do in the future and wanted to rest, this was a good place to do so.
With these thoughts in mind, Lu Zhou said loudly,
"The portrait in the room contains the Buddhist cultivation technique that I left behind in the past. I hope you can cultivate it well and not waste it. Cloud Shine Nunnery is a good place. "
When Xuan Jing heard this, her dim eyes brightened. She hastily kneeled and said to Lu Zhou, "Thank you, Benefactor Ji. I thank you on behalf of my master."
"Take care."
Lu Zhou steered Whitzard toward the sea of clouds.
Duan Xing mustered his courage and brought Yu Shangrong along with him with his energy.
"Farewell, Sect Leader! We will be at the Fiend Temple to welcome you back. "
…
It was almost evening.
The Evil Sky Pavilion.
Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong, who were sparring in the plaza, looked up and saw Bai Ze approaching on a cloud.
"The pavilion master is back!"
The two of them stopped and looked in the opposite direction of Bai Ze.
Pan Zhong was slightly puzzled when he saw Duan Xing and Yu Shangrong behind Whitzard.
"Who are those two?"
Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng were from the Clarity Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect respectively.
Both of them were juniors. At most, they had heard of Yu Shangrong's legends. It was only natural that they did not recognize him.
Not to mention Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng.
Many reputable people did not recognize Yu Shangrong as well.
Hence, they were puzzled.
"Looks like he's new here," Pan Zhong said.
"Mhm … I think so."
The two of them had learned from their mistakes.
They became respectful and humble. No matter who came in the future, they would have to keep a low profile.
How could someone who caught the pavilion master's attention be an ordinary person?
Shortly after …
Whitzard descended slowly.
"Greetings, Pavilion Master!"
"Greetings, Pavilion Master!"
Lu Zhou leaped off Whitzard. He waved his sleeve and said, "Lock him up in the Cave of Reflection!"
Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng were stunned.
'Isn't he a newcomer?'
Pan Zhong suddenly felt that this routine was somewhat familiar. He recalled that Zhu Honggong, the Eighth, was also treated like this when he was captured. He could not help but feel his heart skip a beat. Could it be that this gentle-looking man in front of him was also one of the Pavilion Master's disciples?
If he is, is it Mister First or Mister Second? '
No matter which mister it was, Pan Zhong could not afford to offend them.
Pan Zhong hastily nudged Zhou Jifeng with his elbow. He was not afraid of a godly opponent, but he was afraid of a pig-like teammate.
The two of them understood what Zhou Jifeng meant.
"Understood!"
Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng walked up to Yu Shangrong and Duan Xing. They said, "This way, please."
Their attitude was respectful, their posture was on point, and their tone and expressions were perfect.
The two of them thought to themselves, 'This should be fine, right?'
Lu Zhou turned around suspiciously. He asked coldly, "What are you two doing?"
"Huh?"
Duan Xing hastily waved his hands and said, "I'm a guest, I'm not …"
As he spoke, he pointed at Yu Shangrong.
Yu Shangrong found it interesting to see the two of them acting so reserved. He smiled faintly and said, "I'll go on my own. There's no need to trouble you."
Yu Shangrong was humble and polite as he walked toward the back of the mountain.
The Cave of Reflection at the back of the mountain was blocked by a barrier. One could only enter but not leave.
Without his cultivation base, it would be impossible for him to leave once he stepped into the barrier.
Zhou Jifeng hastily followed him.
Lu Zhou looked at Pan Zhong and asked, "Old Fourth isn't here?"
"Pavilion Master, Mister Fourth and Mister Ninth aren't back yet. However, Mister Fourth has sent a letter saying that he'll be back tomorrow," Pan Zhong replied.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and nodded.
Duan Xing was at a loss for words.
Pan Zhong winked at Duan Xing and asked, "How should I address you, sir?"
"Duan Xing of the Fiend Temple." Duan Xing cupped his fists.
"Who's that humble and polite brother?" Pan Zhong asked.
"Mister Second, Yu Shangrong," Duan Xing replied.
Pan Zhong took a deep breath.
'That was close.
I'm a f * cking genius! '
…
Zhou Jifeng followed Yu Shangrong to the Cave of Reflection.
He chuckled and said, "This way, this way …"
He nodded and bowed.
Yu Shangrong could not help but shake his head. He turned to look at Zhou Jifeng and said, "I don't mean to belittle him … However, it's true that his judgment has deteriorated over the years."
What he meant was …
'How can someone who flatters others without even knowing their identity be worthy of joining the Evil Sky Pavilion? How good can his judgment be?'
Zhou Jifeng nodded and bowed again. "You're right!"
Shortly after, Zhou Jifeng cupped his fists toward the Cave of Reflection and said, "Mister Eighth."
"Spit it out if you have something to say. Your Grandpa Zhu is cultivating diligently. Don't disturb him if there's nothing important!" Zhu Honggong's voice rang in the air.
"The Pavilion Master ordered me to bring the newcomer into the Cave of Reflection. I hope Mister Eighth doesn't mind."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Zhu Honggong said impatiently, "Get lost! Let him sleep outside! Also … ask him to fetch water for my feet in the future! "
Zhou Jifeng: "…"
Zhou Jifeng's heart was beating like a drum. Although he didn't know who this modest and polite person was, he was sure that he couldn't provoke him. However, he couldn't afford to provoke the person inside either.
What to do?
Ben wanted to say something.
Yu Shangrong waved his hand to show that he did not mind.
"Please."
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