In the hall, there were the compliments of the monks.
"Sect Master Yan is already so powerful, yet he still remembers his original aspiration and practices diligently. He is a role model for us."
"Yes, under the leadership of Sect Master Yan, the Yuxu Sect will surely get better and better, and the sect's influence will gradually expand."
"Master Yan not only made progress himself, but also supported us and opened the Thousand Scripture Pavilion for free. He is truly a great benefactor in the world of cultivation..."
In just half a year, Yan Huailiu's reputation had completely reversed.
Regardless of whether it was true or false, no one at the banquet dared to say anything bad about him.
Ling Xinghua and the others who were still busy were very happy to hear this and wished they could talk more.
Yu Ziheng tilted his head to look outside and asked in a very low voice: "Second Brother, why haven't Master and Big Brother come yet? Where is Junior Uncle-Master?"
"Hmm? They should be here, right? I think I saw Junior Master going out to pick them up."
Ling Xinghua reached out and pulled him: "Don't look around. Behave yourself today and don't embarrass Master. Got it?"
"I know!" Yu Ziheng nodded obediently and started working with Ling Xinghua again, but he deliberately avoided the location of Shuijing City and didn't look there once.
The specially invited opera troupe started singing at the originally scheduled auspicious time, regardless of whether the main characters were present or not, and the music resounded throughout the hall.
Outside the hall, Baili Changhuan stared at the two people who were getting closer and closer.
From the initial shock to the current anger.
When the two men got closer, he finally saw Yan Huailiu's situation clearly.
The obvious kiss marks on her neck and the lips that had not yet subsided in swelling clearly told him the facts.
Baili Changhuan clenched his fist and hit Gu Xingyun hard in the face, cursing fiercely: "How dare you! You little bastard, you are committing treason! How dare you! You beast! How dare you do such a thing!"
Yan Huailiu was stunned for a moment, then quickly supported Gu Xingyun, frowning and scolding: "Chang Huan! What are you doing!"
"What am I doing? Why are you asking me what I am doing? I also want to ask you guys! What did you do?"
Baili Changhuan's eyes were red and he was yelling the whole time.
Yan Huailiu's heart skipped a beat, his eyes were flustered, but he quickly calmed down: "I don't know what you are talking about."
After he finished speaking, he placed his hand on Gu Xingyun's beaten face, ready to mobilize his spiritual power to help him heal his wounds.
"Okay, you guys...very good, Yan Huailiu, do you still have any shame? How can you act so recklessly? He is your apprentice!"
Yan Huailiu didn't dare to look at him at all. He only dared to stare at the hand that was healing Gu Xingyun, and was extremely panicked.
Discovered?
How was it discovered and why was it discovered?
"Junior Master, it's my fault. Don't speak of Master like that." Gu Xingyun took over the conversation.
"You're so fucking obvious! You're being a hero here! The sect rules don't allow you to copy them, right?! You bastard, how dare you... He's your master! How dare you..."
Baili Changhuan was so angry that he almost cried.
"Junior Master, the Yuxu Sect's new and old sect rules add up to 8,697 articles. I've read them from beginning to end, and there's not a single article that forbids this."
Gu Xingyun spoke calmly, took Yan Huailiu's hand away from his face, and gently shook it.
Yan Huailiu quickly pulled his hand back as if he had been scalded: "Stop talking."
His mind was in a mess, his back was straight, and his face was unusually calm: "You all should talk less."
Baili Changhuan couldn't stand his attitude and wanted to point at his nose and scold him, but the words turned over in his mouth several times and he swallowed them back.
Finally, he glared at Yan Huailiu fiercely: "Just do it!"
The moment she swung her sleeves and left, Yan Huailiu grabbed her wrist tightly.
Yan Huailiu looked flustered: "Where are you going?"
Baili Changhuan shouted at him, "What do you care where I go? Get out of here!"
"You can't go anywhere today. You must stay by my side." Yan Huailiu's tone was extremely firm, and he exerted a little more force with his hands.
In the original plot, Baili Changhuan's incident happened today, and he couldn't let anyone leave.
Baili Changhuan has to stay under his supervision all day today.
You must have healthy hands and feet and stay by his side safely.
On the side, Gu Xingyun's expression gradually became ugly.
Baili Changhuan would be so angry that he would die if he looked at them for one more moment, and he struggled desperately to break free from Yan Huailiu's restraints.
"Let go! Didn't you hear me?! What do you care where I go?! Can't I just not see you? Don't drag me along with you, it's embarrassing! The reputation of the Yuxu Sect is all yours..."
"Junior Master." Gu Xingyun covered his mouth with his hand, his tone becoming a little deeper.
Baili Changhuan wanted to curse again, but when he turned around, he met Yan Huailiu's fragile eyes, and his anger was instantly extinguished.
He pulled Gu Xingyun's hand away with force and stood there without moving.
"Chang Huan." Yan Huailiu sighed, and his spiritual power turned into an iron chain, wrapping it around Baili Chang Huan's wrist: "You can't go anywhere today."
The opera troupe in the hall was singing lively, and everyone's attention was on them. The sound of gongs and drums was too loud, completely covering up the brief conflict outside the hall.
Baili Changhuan raised his sleeve and wiped his face vigorously, then turned his face away and didn't look at them.
"Oh, I was wondering why I suddenly couldn't see Junior Brother Baili anymore. Turns out he's here to pick up Sect Leader Yan. Why isn't he going in?"
City Lord Yu ran out in a very servile manner, intending to show his courtesy to Yan Huailiu.
As soon as he stood still, the smile on his face froze immediately, and his expression was very interesting.
Yan Huailiu didn't even look at him. He gently pulled the chain and reminded him in a deep voice: "Let's go."
Behind him, Gu Xingyun's hands hidden in his sleeves gradually clenched.
The magnificent hall with colorful lights and lanterns seemed to have become a Naihe Bridge with no turning back.
He took a deep breath and quickly caught up with Yan Huailiu, half a step behind him, walking in with a calm expression.
"Hey, Sect Master Yan is here..."
The voices stopped abruptly, and the originally noisy hall gradually quieted down. Everyone's eyes turned to the three people who walked in together.
In other words, he looked at the necks of Yan Huailiu and Gu Xingyun.
The invited opera troupe didn't know what was going on and slowly stopped.
The entire hall was in deathly silence.
Yan Huailiu's mind was more confused than a maze, and he was not in the right state of mind at all. He just mechanically walked to the main seat and sat down.
There was indifference in his eyes and brows, as if his soul had left his body, and his voice was unspeakably flat.
"What are you stopping for? Keep playing."
Someone's cup fell, making a crisp sound.
Everyone's consciousness was pulled back, and they looked at each other, seeing horror in each other's eyes.
No one dared to speak first.
Even though I was used to seeing those ridiculous things, I never thought that one day I would see Yan Huailiu and his apprentice messing around.
The atmosphere in the hall was too strange. The red silks used to celebrate birthdays were particularly eye-catching at this moment, as if they had other meanings.
Finally, Baili Changhuan lost his temper and shouted angrily at the group of people below: "Didn't you hear what my senior brother said? Keep playing the music, keep singing!"
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