More and more people noticed Yan Huailiu's existence.
Those who were doing the same deal as Palace Master Murong that could not be discovered by Yan Huailiu quickly looked for opportunities to disperse and slip away.
But there are also those who want to stay ahead of time to build relationships. After all, they haven’t seen this person for more than a year, and he hasn’t caused trouble anymore, so they miss him quite a bit.
Inside the barrier, the two were chatting enthusiastically.
Little Lightning displays eight hundred expressions in one second, and it is impossible to tell what they are talking about.
The people waiting nearby were talking in low voices, but unfortunately no one knew Little Lightning's identity.
Just as I was guessing, I saw Xiao Lightning stand up, put one hand on his waist and pointed at Yan Huailiu's nose with the other, saying something with a red face and thick neck.
Everyone was stunned.
Palace Master Murong took the opportunity to approach Chang Sui and asked, "Nephew Chang, is the one who was arguing with Sect Master Yan your new junior fellow apprentice?"
He, who controls most of the first-hand resources in the world of cultivation, couldn't actually guess the identity of this young man!
Chang Sui replied unhappily: "It's the ancestors."
After saying that, he raised his leg and ran towards Yan Huailiu. He happened to bump into Little Lightning who was running out angrily. Without asking a single question, he quickly pulled Little Lightning's arm and said, "Don't be rude to Master. Apologize now!"
Little Lightning was angry, so he pushed him away and left cursing.
Chang Sui almost fell down the stairs, but fortunately Yan Huailiu reached out to hold him up in time.
The little guy was badly injured, and his face was full of disbelief: "Master, he pushed me..."
Yan Huailiu took out a candy from his pocket and put it in his apprentice's hand: "Well, he's wrong. I'll help you scold him later."
Chang Sui held the candy in his hand, his chest heaving with anger. "I'm going to scold him myself. That's too much!"
Without waiting for Yan Huailiu to speak, he ran away angrily.
Ling Xinghua and Yu Ziheng hurried back to the main hall to help the moment the competition ended and missed this wonderful scene.
Seeing the extra people walking away, the others hurried forward and said, "Master Yan, you are still as graceful as ever after not seeing you for a long time. I didn't expect your disciples to be so powerful now. You really have taught them well."
"Yes, yes. If Sect Master Yan doesn't mind, could you please share your experience with us so that we can learn from it?"
"Right, right, right. We should make progress together. My disciples are really... well, not even half as good as you nephews."
Yan Huailiu didn't have much energy to exchange pleasantries. After all, he couldn't immediately change his perception of these people.
Especially when faced with a bunch of extremely exaggerated smiling faces, I felt inexplicably angry.
He gave a faint smile to the group of people around him, and in the silence he lightly said three words: "I mind."
Then he turned and left.
What experience can he impart? His apprentices are talented and self-motivated. How can others learn from them?
After more than a year of feeling the kindness of the Yuxu Sect and Gu Xingyun's friendliness and courtesy, everyone was a little uncomfortable being treated like this by Yan Huailiu.
Hundreds of people on the stage stood there like stones for a long time, no one daring to move.
Finally, it was Palace Master Murong who broke the silence: "Well, our Sect Master Yan's temper has been getting better and better. Look, he didn't curse or hit anyone, and he even smiled at us."
Compared with a few years ago, it is indeed much better.
After everyone thought about it, it seemed to make sense, so they followed his words and started to find an excuse to help Yan Huailiu.
"Sect Master Yan must be in a bad mood, right? He just got pointed at and scolded by that kid. Who can stand that?"
"Yeah, he didn't even pull out the whip. I just watched it very carefully. The young man was cursing and swearing, but Sect Master Yan was still talking to him with a smile."
"Ah, it's true. Sect Master Yan has really grown up. But who is that kid? He's the only one in the world who dares to be so presumptuous with Sect Master Yan, right?"
…
After discussing for a long time, everyone looked at Palace Master Murong, waiting for him to give an answer.
The latter chuckled dryly and pulled out the unsold brochure from his pocket: "This kind of private matter is not convenient for me to tell you for the time being, but in this unofficial history... there are still many things you would like to know."
"That's all the remaining stock, 15 Spirit Stones per copy. There will be no more in the future. So, the old rules apply, first come, first served!"
Amidst the questions about the price increase, no one soon cared about Little Lightning's identity anymore.
Walking alone on the road, Yan Huailiu went straight to the direction of Canghai Pavilion. He entered the secret room from there as usual and stopped in front of the soft couch where he had slept several times.
The carpet under his feet was still soft and clean. He sat down slowly, lifted the blanket on the couch, and pressed on the protruding stone wall.
The stones at the bottom made some noises, and gradually a space for storing things was revealed.
Yan Huailiu reached in, took out a small rectangular box, and opened it carefully.
There was an ugly little puppet inside, whose eyes and eyebrows looked somewhat like him.
"It's so ugly." He complained with a smile and put the little man away.
When he was about to go out, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at the fruit tree in the center of the lake.
He raised his hand and summoned two red fruits, wiped them clean, put them in his mouth, took a bite, and walked out humming a song.
“It’s quite sweet.”
Inside the main hall.
Fairy Fei Miao could hardly hold on to her smile. Faced with the ambiguous looks from a bunch of cultivators, she wanted to flip the table.
Her fellow junior sisters did not sit with her, but chose other seats. They also took the trouble to comfort her before leaving.
"Master, it's okay. We all understand. Today is a good day. If you want good things to come in pairs, it's not impossible."
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