This is the first time I’ve felt so embarrassed after so many years of watching melons.
Looking in the direction of the other person's finger, Palace Master Murong's face turned green.
His son, who was as beautiful as a magnolia, was kneeling in front of Gu Xingyun, one hand tightly pulling at his sleeve and begging for something.
No matter how you look at it, they look like a young couple having a quarrel.
It's the kind of thing where your own son licks your face and pesters you.
The teasing around him became more and more excessive.
"No wonder Palace Master Murong of the Yuxu Sect seemed so confident since he came in. It seems they have this kind of relationship. I'm so sorry."
"Although this is a bit unreasonable, since he is the direct disciple of the Young Palace Master and the Yuxu Sect, it is understandable."
"I must first congratulate Palace Master Murong. A father is honored by his son! It seems we will have to rely on you for care in the future."
"Young Palace Master and Nephew Gu are a match made in heaven... I wonder if Palace Master Murong can help us borrow some genuine secret manuals for the loan in a few days."
A group of people were talking at once.
Palace Master Murong's face was dark. He walked over with gritted teeth and shouted, "Yu Jin! What are you doing? Hurry up and get up!"
He's almost lost all his face!
Why didn’t I know before that his son was still in contact with Gu Xingyun!
Hearing the familiar voice, Murong Xuanlang subconsciously looked back, and quickly turned his gaze back to Gu Xingyun.
He actually ignored his father.
Gu Xingyun said in a deep voice: "Get up."
"So you forgive me?"
Murong Xuanlang asked.
Palace Master Murong happened to be walking over, and upon hearing this, he became even more furious. He reached out and pulled him up, cursing in a low voice, "Stop embarrassing me here! You...you guys, are so outrageous! Put your clothes on!"
The glaring mark on his son's neck made Palace Master Murong so angry that he felt dizzy. Before others came over, he quickly helped his son straighten his collar and covered it tightly.
Gu Xingyun was still thinking about his lunch box. When he saw someone coming, he immediately took it in his hand and politely said goodbye: "Junior has something else to do, so I won't disturb you."
"stop!"
Palace Master Murong gritted his teeth and scolded: "Who allowed you to leave!"
"Father." Murong Xuanlang quickly grabbed him, his face more anxious than ever before, his eyes full of pleading.
After all, he was his son whom he had doted on for many years and treated like a treasure, so Palace Master Murong was reluctant to let him suffer.
Gu Xingyun turned around very tactfully and walked forward with brisk steps.
To others, the back view looks resolute.
Several onlookers looked at each other and saw excitement in each other's eyes.
It’s really worth it!
This trip to Yuxu Sect is so worth it!
I can’t finish it. I can’t finish this melon!
"You... I was wondering, why do you suddenly want to see Yan Huailiu for no apparent reason? Are you going to meet someone else's elders here without telling me?"
Palace Master Murong clutched his chest and gasped, "Speak! Tell me the truth! What's going on between you two?"
A group of people pricked up their ears, held their breath, and waited eagerly for Murong Xuanlang to speak.
I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it, the person who usually acts like a little jade Buddha, actually plays so extravagantly in private!
He was even able to seduce the senior disciple of Yuxu Sect, which was really amazing.
Murong Xuanlang's mood had not yet fully adjusted, and he sighed: "Nothing, just some misunderstandings."
"What misunderstanding?" The monk beside him couldn't help but ask.
Murong Xuanlang bowed to the others and then said to his father, "I feel a little unwell. I'll go back and rest first."
"Stop right there! Who told you to leave? You've grown wings, haven't you? Pack your things now! I'm not participating in this bullshit Immortal Sect Conference!"
Palace Master Murong followed his son's footsteps, cursing as he ran.
After the two walked away, the monk who had spoken earlier was beaten by the people around him: "Who told you to talk too much! Now you're in trouble! You didn't even hear the key point! Ahhh, I told you not to talk too much, I'll beat you to death!"
Gu Xingyun had no idea how public opinion had developed.
After all, he was so weak that he couldn't even defeat a slightly stronger mortal. How could he hear what others were saying from such a distance?
That night, the rumor spread to every room, and even the monks who were performing evening prayers in Qingguang Temple were forced to listen to various versions of the young man's love.
Ling Xinghua and Chang Sui missed all of this because they were trying to comfort the crying Yu Ziheng.
Gu Xingyun, one of the parties involved, was waiting in Yan Huailiu's courtyard with a lunch box as usual, going back and forth between his residence and the small kitchen, without sleeping all night.
The next morning, he dragged his tired body back to his residence to take a short rest.
During this last day of rest, everyone's energy was unprecedentedly high.
The fire of gossip burned in almost every corner.
As soon as Palace Master Murong appeared, a group of people's eyes were focused on him.
He slowly withdrew his foot that was about to step into the hall, and without even wanting to make an excuse, he turned around and went back to his residence.
As soon as he left, the hall began to erupt in frenzied discussion.
Baili Changhuan, who was forced to attend, heard the discussion of the people next to him and dropped the glass cup in his hand to the ground, shattering it. "What did you say?"
Only then did the others realize that there was another person involved and immediately pulled him into the discussion group.
"Chang Huan, what do you think of this in the Yuxu Sect? Well, I want to say, if Sect Master Yan also has this idea, I happen to have a distant cousin who is still unmarried, what do you think..."
"Master Baili, are you really planning to form a marriage alliance with Xuanyue Palace? Have you set a date?"
“…”
With each person speaking, Baili Changhuan's face was almost unable to hold back the tension.
He quickly stood up and walked outside.
What is going on!
He said that the two guys looked a little strange yesterday!
He needs to find someone to ask first.
On the other side, Yan Huailiu, who woke up naturally, finally panicked.
After leaving the unofficial history, he was surprised to find that he could not find the exit.
He couldn't even find the entrance he came from!
I won't be trapped here forever, will I?
Although this is not bad, there is food, drink and novels.
No, no, no, no, he needs the sunshine, and besides, he has to finish his mission and go home early.
"Where is it?! There's no mention of this in the plot! Oh yeah, flowers, let me find some peony pattern."
He thought of the scene he saw before he fell in and immediately started to act. However, after turning around twice, his clothes were soaked with sweat, but he still couldn't find it.
Yan Huailiu sat there slumped in despair, hammering the nearly finished volume of unofficial history beside him: "It's all your fault! What time is it now? What day is it? Could the Immortal Sect Conference be over already?"
There was some noise coming from the secret room across the wall. Yan Huailiu picked up the small wooden stick next to him and stared at the small door leading to the secret room next door with a vigilant look.
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