The disciples suddenly had strange faces, but no one turned to look at the street. Although the newcomer spoke with a very soft voice, it sounded like it was right next to everyone's ears. With this cultivation level, and this kind of temperament, in this Tanzong, the irst disciple in the world, except for the elder governor. To kill a single head of To Diep Tu, I can't think of anyone else.
Elder Xuyang's face on the street did not change much, looking up at the clear and white soil.
outside on the street: "What is the point of asking the elders to supervise?"
The person who spoke just now walked into the inner hall with a smile on his face: "I heard that brother Xuyang was looking for me, and the horse kept chasing here." The person who came, his demeanor was very natural, as if he had not heard the "request" at all.
of Elder Xuyang. It's just that the distance from the outside to the inner street with mortals is only a few steps away
but he was stepped out of the way by him, walking in the wild, and really did not see his sincere "horse without stopping".
Elder Xuyang himself is the irst wind master of the village, naturally the cultivator's temperament is not the disciples who can't stand the
blushing face down the street to be compared, at this time his expression is still intact. like an ancient well that did not waver, "If I remember correctly, it was almost half a month ago that the disciple went to invite the elder to supervise."
The smile on To Diep Tu's face stopped for a moment, then changed to shaking his head and lamenting, as if his sincerity and sincerity were spontaneously revealed: "Senior brother Xuyang's subordinate has a terrible disciple who missed his master's life like this.
so, indeed"
"That day he returned to serve immediately." Elder Xuyang's face remained unchanged.
"OH." The expression on To Ye Tu's face had just receded, and he raised his head and looked at Elder Xu Yang with a sincere look, and said seriously: "That's the senior brother you remember wrong."
"Phew"
The disciples down the street ended up having too poor cultivation, so they couldn't help but laugh.
Elder Xuyang looked at the disciple calmly.
"Go back to your own cave irst."
"Disciple retires."
A few people down the street simultaneously clasped hands with Elder Xu Yang, turned and bowed to the young elder with untied black hair standing beside them.
To Diep Tu smiled and waved goodbye.
The disciples of Xuyang Phong, under the "peaceful" gaze of a simple and approachable elder, wiped their sweat and left. On this side of the
inner street, To Diep Tu turned around and imitated his palms together:
"Then the disciple also withdrew."
The words just ended when he was about to come out on the street.