"Senior Sister, it's them!"
The two girls hatefully said to Tang Thirty-Six, "I don't know where these evil thieves came from, but they're so daring as to dare break into the mountain gate!"
Tang Thirty Six took a closer look and saw a few familiar faces among the girls, especially the beautiful girl who was leading the group.
"Oh, Ye Xiaolian, it's actually you."
He had not expected to meet someone he knew so quickly and happily walked forward.
The two girls were startled and subconsciously hid behind Ye Xiaolian.
Ye Xiaolian had also not expected that the lunatic her junior sister spoke of would be Tang Thirty-Six.
Of the disciples of South Stream Temple, Ye Xiaolian was the most familiar with the people of the Orthodox Academy. Putting aside the earliest story, just the fact that they had spent a very long time together from Mount Han to the Orthodox Academy.
With a slightly surprised expression, she asked, "How could it be you?"
Tang Thirty-Six did not notice the strangeness in her expression. Smiling, he recounted what had happened earlier.
As he spoke, the two girls became more and more confused. Why isn't Senior Sister angry at all? And why is Senior Sister Shang also smiling?
Could it be that Senior Sister actually knew this lunatic and was even friends with him?
After listening to Tang Thirty Six's explanation and comparing it with what her two juniors had said, Ye Xiao Lian understood what was going on. She looked at Tang Thirty Six and said unhappily, "Didn't we just ask a few questions and you scared them like this? Can't you see that they're still so young? "
Tang Thirty-Six very seriously replied, "Do you not know how gentle my personality is?"
Of course, he was being sarcastic. Everyone knew what sort of person he was, and Ye Xiaolian was keenly aware. When that incident had occurred, she had been about the same age as these two junior sisters. When had this scoundrel ever shown them any tender affection? He was truly a shameless thing.
When she thought about how she had been scolded to tears by this scoundrel on the Divine Avenue of the Li Palace, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry. She glared at Tang Thirty-Six and spat.
Tang Thirty-Six naturally knew why she was like this. Smiling, he said, "I say, what sort of attitude is this? I'm a guest today."
"I don't remember inviting you," Ye Xiaolian said in a bad mood.
Disinclined to pay any more attention to him, she turned to Hu Thirty-Two and calmly said, "Third-generation disciple of South Stream Temple, Ye Xiaolian."
Hu Thirty-Two replied, "The former Archbishop of Wenshui, Hu Thirty-Two."
On the side, Tang Thirty Six said, "This is a very popular person in the Orthodoxy. In a few days, he will enter the Hall of Announcements. Don't neglect him."
This sentence teased both of them at the same time.
Ye Xiaolian was first annoyed, then shocked.
As a disciple of South Stream Temple, she obviously knew that the position of Archbishop of the Hall of Announcements had been empty for three years. If she did not misunderstand Tang Thirty-Six's meaning, then in a few more days, this seemingly ordinary person would become a Prefect of the Orthodoxy? But the important figures of the Orthodoxy and Tang Thirty Six had no relationship, so why would they come to Holy Maiden Peak together? Could it be …
She thought of that possibility and looked at Tang Thirty Six.
Tang Thirty-Six nodded.
Ye Xiaolian's eyes became extremely bright. She seemed very happy, but her emotions were somewhat complicated.
Some were pleasantly surprised, some were relaxed after a long period of exhaustion, and some were restless and perplexed.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind the mountain path.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the sacred grounds?"
This voice was extremely cold and dignified. It was like some high official of the Imperial Court, but also like the iron law of the Hall of Drifting Clouds. It gave off an unshakable feeling.
With this voice, the sea of bamboo once more surged with waves, and Ye Xiaolian's expression became much gloomier.
A Daoist nun walked up the mountain path. It was impossible to tell her exact age, but based on her temperament, she was middle-aged.
She wore a black temple robe, the sleeves of her clothes fluttering in the mountain breeze, giving her a sense of transcendence. However, her straight brows gave off an extremely steady feeling.
Several dozen disciples of South Stream Temple followed behind her.
Seeing the black-clothed Daoist nun arrive, the disciples from before hurriedly bowed and said, "Martial Grandaunt."
Tang Thirty-Six slightly raised his brows in surprise at this form of address.
In his impression, South Stream Temple was currently managed by the second-generation disciples. He had never heard of any elders from the previous generation.
Xu Yourong was a second-generation disciple, and Ye Xiaolian was a third-generation disciple.
This black-clothed Daoist nun actually had such a high seniority?
He brushed off the bamboo leaves and tidied his clothes, preparing to step forward and speak.
The black-clothed Daoist nun gave him no chance to explain, not even glancing at him.
"Ye Xiaolian, why haven't you raised your sword? Do you want to let outsiders into the mountain? "
The black-clothed Daoist nun harshly rebuked Ye Xiaolian.
Ye Xiaolian was startled by these words and felt greatly wronged. Her eyes reddened as she raised her head to explain.
The black-clothed Daoist nun's expression turned even graver and her voice harsher as she rebuked, "Do you still not know your wrongs?"
"I've said enough."
Tang Thirty-Six stepped forward and pulled Ye Xiaolian behind him. "Is it very proud to lecture your own disciple in front of outsiders like us?"
When he was unhappy, he didn't care that his opponent was an extremely senior martial grandaunt of South Stream Temple.
Hu Thirty-Two saw that the situation was not right and hurriedly walked up to the Daoist nun. "We came with His Holiness the Pope, not with the intention of intruding the mountain. Senior, please understand."
These words confirmed Ye Xiaolian's previous conjecture. After a momentary pause, her eyes reddened even more, but this was not the wronged feeling from before. It was excitement.
Those female disciples that had once gone to Mount Han and were familiar with the Orthodox Academy looked at each other and smiled, clearly very happy.
There was a sudden cough that seemed extremely dignified. The girls quickly restrained their smiles and fell silent.
"You say that His Holiness the Pope has come to our South Stream Temple?"
The black-clothed Daoist nun indifferently asked, "Then what about His Holiness the Pope's people?"
Hu Thirty-Two didn't know how to respond. Could it be that His Holiness the Pope was worried about internal strife in South Stream Temple, so he did not send a message and secretly entered Holy Maiden Peak?
Tang Thirty-Two was the world's most skilled at resolving awkward situations like this, because the most important quality to resolve awkwardness was a thick skin.
"The Pope is burning with anxiety and left first. He should already be at Holy Maiden Peak by now. This person … if you are in a rush to see him, you might have to wait a little."
He pointed at the end of the mountain path. There was a cliff there, and behind the cliff was a graceful mountain shrouded in mist.
The black-clothed Daoist nun ignored the teasing in his words. Staring into his eyes, she said, "Holy Maiden Peak is not so easy to break into."
Tang Thirty-Six felt a powerful pressure. Arching his brows, he said, "The north and south of the Orthodoxy are of the same origin. Since it's a seal of South Stream Temple, how could it be harmful to His Holiness the Pope? So much time has passed, and there's still no sign of activity. Presumably, Holy Maiden Peak … welcomes his arrival. "
Everyone could understand the meaning hidden in these two sentences.
Tang Thirty-Six had only wanted to maintain his imposing manner, but he had not expected that his speculations were already very close to the truth.
The black-clothed Daoist nun's expression turned even colder. "To enter without asking is to be a thief. How could a master welcome a thief?"
Tang Thirty-Six arched his brows. "These words are extremely disrespectful to His Holiness. Could it be that you still insist on attacking?"
"Since you entered the mountain without sending a message, you are not fellow Daoists, but external enemies."
The black-clothed Daoist nun stared into his eyes and expressionlessly said, "Someone, seize them."
There were thirty-some South Stream Temple disciples on the mountain path, enough to form a sword array. Let alone Tang Thirty-Six, not even Xiao Zhang or Liang Wangsun would be able to break through.
If these South Stream Temple disciples raised their swords against them, Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two would have no choice but to turn and flee down the mountain.
They did not move, because the South Stream Temple disciples did not move.
The ten-some girls who had been to the Orthodox Academy glanced at each other, their expressions anxious and somewhat anxious. They didn't know what to do. Those female disciples who had not been to the Orthodox Academy subconsciously took up their swords, then recalled the stories their senior and junior sisters had told them in the last two years. They looked to Ye Xiaolian, asking with their eyes what they should do, all of them very hesitant.
It was quiet on the mountain path. Not a sound could be heard.
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