It’s so annoying! I got caught speaking ill of others again!

He skillfully pushed his son from behind. Murong Xuanlang bowed respectfully, "Master Chen Wu, I apologize to you on behalf of my father. He usually speaks without restraint and meant no offense."

"Amitabha, please don't commit bad karma with your words." Chen Wu chanted the Buddha's name, shook his head and left.

"Son, don't listen to him. They must have cursed Yan Huailiu in the middle of the night. Listen to your father. In this world of immortal cultivation, anyone who has gained spiritual intelligence, even a dog on the side of the road, would curse Yan Huailiu if they saw him passing by!"

As soon as the people left, Palace Master Murong regained his vitality.

Murong Xuanlang sighed, "Father, I want to ask for a favor so that I can meet Sect Master Yan alone."

Palace Master Murong, who was still trying to instill Yan Huailiu's unpleasant deeds into his son, immediately became alert upon hearing this.

He grabbed his son's arm and said, "What do you want to do? Let me tell you, selling your son for fame is not acceptable in Xuanyue Palace! What did you see? That Yan Huailiu is no good! Be obedient, Dad can teach you anything. You don't need to become his disciple."

"Father, you misunderstood..."

Murong Xuanlang tried to explain.

But my dad didn't listen.

"The Yuxu Sect is a bit bigger than our Xuanyue Palace, and their Sect Master Yan is a bit more powerful than your father and me, but we can't just judge things by appearances! Forget it, I can't explain it to you clearly. It doesn't really matter whether you participate in this Immortal Sect Conference or not. Let's go home and let Daddy teach you the secret techniques passed down from our ancestors!"

Palace Master Murong was so worried that his good bamboo shoots would be wasted by Yan Huailiu that he didn't care about anything else and even thought about how to pack his luggage.

Murong Xuanlang sighed deeply and grabbed his old father who was running away.

"Father, I just want to talk to Sect Master Yan about Xingyun. I don't want to become his disciple."

"Who? Xingyun? Junior-Martial Brother Gu? What's going on with him? You want to dig him up and bring him to our Xuanyue Palace? I think that's a good idea."

Palace Master Murong instantly became alert.

Murong Xuanlang paused as he was about to explain. After a moment of silence, he tentatively asked, "Father, if...if I want Xingyun to go back to Xuanyue Palace with us, what do you think?"

"Well? That couldn't be better! Being a direct disciple, what benefits would that bring? Good boy, I knew you were better than me. How could I not have thought of poaching someone like that?!"

Palace Master Murong patted his son's shoulder with a look of satisfaction and said, "If you can really bring Nephew Gu back, I'll throw a seven-day banquet to celebrate!"

Murong Xuanlang's expression was complicated: "That's not necessary... So, has father agreed to help?"

"Help, of course... No, it's hard to say. He has a petty personality and may not be happy to see a junior like you. Hmm... Let me think about it."

Palace Master Murong touched her big belly and asked tentatively, "Yujin, are you sure you won't offend him with your words?"

"Don't worry, father. I know what I'm doing." Murong Xuanlang said in a deep voice.

"This isn't a question of whether you have any sense of propriety. Yan Huailiu has a very strange temper. Forget it. If you really want to see him, I'll risk my reputation and ask him for you."

Palace Master Murong had a heroic expression on his face, but the next second he changed to a playful smile: "If you really succeed in prying my girlfriend away, remember to ask Nephew Gu to bring some secret manuals or something, even the thousand-year-old immortal vine will do."

"Thank you, father. It would be great if we could meet tonight."

"Ah? So anxious? Okay, I'll go ask."

…

Looking at his father's back as he left, Murong Xuanlang clenched his fists.

Due to the restrictions of the previous blood oath technique, he could not tell anyone about Gu Xingyun's treatment in the Yuxu Sect, nor could he tell anyone about Yan Huailiu's abuse of his disciples.

I always thought that I would help him get out of here when I had the chance, but instead of waiting for the right opportunity, I ended up becoming estranged.

He practiced hard, but still couldn't catch up with Yan Huailiu.

Well, even if he was beaten into a cripple by a palm, he still wanted to talk to Yan Huailiu.

Another place.

Relying on his understanding of this group of cranes, Gu Xingyun successfully attracted a few of them.

Yu Ziheng covered his mouth excitedly and didn't dare to shout loudly for fear of scaring them away.

"Big Brother, can I touch it?"

Gu Xingyun reached out and grabbed the crane's neck, not exerting too much force, just enough to prevent it from resisting. "Go ahead and touch it."

Yu Ziheng cautiously reached out and touched it a few times. Seeing that the crane did not move, he felt relieved and touched the feathers several times.

"Big Brother, can I ride on it?"

He looked at Gu Xingyun eagerly.

Gu Xingyun reached out and grabbed his clothes and threw him onto the crane's back: "Okay."

Yu Ziheng was so frightened that he clenched the crane's feathers. Gu Xingyun's eyes darkened and he casually let go of his hand: "Be careful, don't fall."

He took a half step back and suddenly tugged at his sleeve: "Oh, by the way, I also brought you..."

The crane was frightened and retreated at this time. Yu Ziheng held it tighter. With a soft cry, the crane flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

"Yu Ziheng!" Gu Xingyun's anxious voice came out.

Yu Ziheng was so scared that he started crying: "Big Brother! Big Brother! I'm scared! Hurry, make it stop——"

The sound became farther away.

The crane, carrying its cub on its back, quickly disappeared into the sky.

Gu Xingyun waved his hands emotionlessly at the empty sky: "Have fun, little bastard."

Leaning against the huge rock beside him, he calmly ruffled his hair, scratched his sleeves with the help of a sharp stone, and smeared his face to make it a little dirty.

Looking at his reflection in the water, he muttered to himself, "It's not as bad as being whipped by Master, but this is enough. If it breaks again, my two junior brothers won't be able to sew it up."

The crane should go to Chonghua Peak, which is the farthest from here. Although it is a bit remote, there are still many wild fruits there, so it won't starve to death even if it stays there for half a month.

Judging from his master's personality, he would have forgotten about him after not seeing him for half a month.

Thinking of this, Gu Xingyun felt inexplicably good.

He put on an extremely anxious face at his reflection in the water, turned around and ran towards the most crowded place.

In the secret room, Yan Huailiu successfully found a book that was the most suitable and most frivolous thing for entertainment among a pile of treasures - the unofficial history of the Yuxu Sect.

"With this length and this time span, you're serializing it, with sections for upper, middle, and lower parts. That's great, I love it."

This thing is just like a novel, it's so interesting to describe and looks effortless.

From the internal strife of the sect to the bumpy love life of a certain fire-burning disciple, every detail was written out.

Those explicit plots that would be blocked in modern times are highlighted in this unofficial history, and the gorgeous language makes people imagine.

To sum it up in four words: wild as hell.

Yan Huailiu finally found some fun, and he lit the eternal lamp. He half-lay on the couch, eating and watching, as happy as a god, completely unaware that there was chaos outside.