With Li Yunsheng's voice as "President", many disciples next to him also discovered the existence of the old Taoist.

The attention of Li Yunsheng to Li Yunsheng was removed from his "Yugong" and transferred to this old Taoist.

They were first confused, then whispered, and then became excited. Some disciples who had seen Xu Honghu finally recognized him.

"The head of the sect is out of seclusion!"

Someone shouted, and then the entire sword tomb began to boil.

Xu Honghu's unscrupulous exit from seclusion really gave Qiu Shui a surprise.

Over the past few days, because the head of the sect has not been in seclusion for more than time, many disciples face other sect disciples such as "Xu Honghu is dead", "Xu Honghu has fallen into the realm", and "Xu Honghu is in a devil". Although these rumors are so angry that they are unable to bear it, as Xu Honghu stays in seclusion longer and longer, they become more and more confident in refuting.

In the end, even some Qiushui disciples began to wonder if something was really wrong with the head of the sect, and even some aristocratic families withdrew from Qiushui because they received a letter from the family.

In the eyes of many Qiushui disciples, the Qiushui of the Great Master is the Qiushui of the Qinglian Immortal Palace, and the Qiushui of the head Xu Honghu is the Qiushui of the Ten Prefectures.

So now Xu Honghu came out of seclusion without any damage, and Qiushui's disciples finally waited until the clouds cleared and the fog disappeared.

"Mr. Great Master has entered the saint, and Master Xu has left the pass, Qiushui will surely welcome the prosperous era again!"

At this moment, many people even began to fantasize in their minds.

"This is a sword tomb, don't make noise."

Mr. Xu coughed and said with a hint of majesty.

The sound was not loud, but Xu Honghu's proper pressure suppressed the noise very accurately. This unique deterrent power seemed to be rooted in the soul of Qiu Shui disciples. Everyone calmed down with awe instinctively.

"How about giving you this sword?"

Xu Honghu's eyes returned to Li Yunsheng, and he glanced at the foolish justice in Li Yunsheng's hands.

Hearing Xu Honghu's words, everyone first envied Li Yunsheng's good luck, and then "suddenly realized": "It turns out that this little disciple of Baiyun Temple can pull out the sword from the sword mountain so easily because the leader has done something secretly!"

Thinking of this, everything makes sense.

Li Yunsheng naturally didn't know that such a simple thing would be so complicated by these people.

He looked at the Yugong in his hand, thought for a while, and said embarrassedly:

"I'd rather not."

This answer was completely unexpected.

“Why?”

The head of the sect, Xu Honghu, asked with a smile on his face.

"I always feel...inappropriate."

In fact, Li Yunsheng himself didn’t know why. It’s not necessary to say that Yugong is a good sword, but Li Yunsheng always felt that he was not good at holding it in his hand, and he was even worse than Sang Xiaoman’s bluefish.

"In this world, there are many good swords, but there are fewer suitable swords."

Xu Honghu reached out to take Yugong, picked it up and bounced it on the sword with his fingers, shaking away the dust. After a roar of the sword, a heavy and long aura came out of the ancient sword.

What a sword! Many people sighed in their hearts.

"Instead of searching for the right sword, why not use the good sword in front of you? Don't miss the opportunity, don't wait until you are empty in the future and you won't get it."

Xu Honghu held Yu Gong straight and handed him to Li Yunsheng.

This sentence made Li Yunsheng silent for a moment.

After silence, he took Yugong from Xu Honghu's hand, then walked straight to the bottom of Jianshan, and inserted Yugong back with a sword.

"Actually, I know you're right."

Li Yunsheng turned his head and looked at Xu Honghu extremely respectfully and said:

"But this has nothing to do with right or wrong. This is my choice. I don't want my life to be deprived of the right to choose a sword."

Upon hearing this, Xu Honghu didn't say anything, but just smiled. He remembered that someone had said similar things.

However, in the eyes of others, Li Yunsheng's rejection of the leader's kindness was like his brain was broken and he was foolish. He secretly scolded Bai Yun Temple, which was really a freak.

"Tsk tsk..."

Yang Wanli came over at this time, patted Li Yunsheng on the shoulder, and then looked at Xu Honghu with disgust and said:

"This is my apprentice, it's not your turn to be your old man Xu."

Li Yunsheng was a little surprised to see Yang Wanli talking to the leader in this tone.

"Yes, yes, yes, have you brought the wine? I can punish myself for three big glasses!"

Unexpectedly, Xu Honghu was not annoyed at all, but asked with an anxious smile on his face.

"I can't carry you back when I'm drunk."

Yang Wanli raised the big wine pot in his hand.

"A few of us old men have gone to drink, so you can play on your own,"

After saying that, he looked back at Li Yunsheng and continued.

So a group of Qiushui disciples saw that their sect, who was admiring in their hearts, was walking through the crowd with his arms and talking and laughing. He looked like a woman without any fairy spirit, which made people wonder, is this really the leader of their sect who was extremely afraid of the Immortal Palace and the Demon Clan even in seclusion?

"Go away, Lao Liu, they drink theirs, we drink ours."

Li Lan walked to Li Yunsheng, glanced at Yang Wanli and Xu Honghu who had already walked away, came over and patted Li Yunsheng on the shoulder and said.

"Hurry up, the third brother is going to confess his love to Senior Sister Murong, and I won't be able to see it if I'm late!"

Seeing Li Yunsheng slowly and slowly, he continued to say with a wicked smile.

...

In addition to the somewhat gloomy sword tomb, the scenery of the autumn waters and mountains in April is like a beautiful painting, especially after the rain, the grass is green, the swallows are singing and the orioles are singing, making people feel happy.

"All, all are ready."

Just as Li Yunsheng and his senior brother put the mat together and were about to sit down, Li Changgeng suddenly walked over with a little embarrassed and said with a smile.

"Why are you running back again?" Li Lan looked at Li Changgeng with contempt.

"Where is Senior Sister Murong, don't you pat your chest and promise to invite Senior Sister Murong over? We are all waiting!"

He continued with a smirk.

"There are so many people coming to Wanliuju, I am alone..."

Li Changgeng glanced at the direction where the person in Wanliuju was sitting, and said hesitantly, scratching his head with red face and slashing his head.

"Forget it, you don't want to be with Senior Sister Murong in your life. Just watch him become someone else's wife."

Li Lan snorted coldly.

"Other people's wife?! That's my wife, who? Who is shameless? I'll kill him now!"

Li Changgeng said excitedly when he heard this.

Li Yunsheng, who was beside him, looked a little funny. The second senior brother was simply the nemesis of the third senior brother, and every word could hit his fatal hole.

"Ha." Li Lan sneered: "If you don't dare to say something to others, you will become your wife? You'd better take a break."

Speaking of this, he pointed to Wan Liuju and continued:

"Look, Song Taoju's little face has already talked to Senior Sister Murong."

"This grandson!"

Hearing this, Li Changgeng turned his head suddenly, and immediately became furious. He was about to rush over but stopped again. He turned his head to look at Li Yunsheng, and pulled him up without saying a word and said, "Lao Liu, give me courage!"

He did not give Li Yunsheng the chance to refuse at all.

So Li Yunsheng looked confused and was carried by Li Changgeng like a little lamb, and rushed towards the gathering place of Wanliuju disciples.
Chapter completed!