Chapter 127 Returning Home
Like its former mortal enemy, the Juling Pavilion, under pressure from various forces, it has been shrinking its territory and showing weakness to the outside world.
However, as Bian Jiu's fame grew, more and more forces took action against Juling Pavilion. After all, there was an enemy with the strength of a master who was eyeing them covetously.
The Juling Pavilion had no choice but to dismiss the disciples, and the Great Elder took some core disciples away from this place of trouble.
He Cheng, the deacon of Nandou Sect, was transferred back to the headquarters to take up duty because of his good relationship with Bian Jiu, and was given more preferential treatment to the Kuanglang Gang.
Ke Yan stayed in Kuanglang City and rarely went out. In addition, the Kuanglang Gang and Mo Xiaoyan protected him very well.
That is why he was not exposed to the disturbances of the outside world and still maintained his clever yet simple nature.
"I'm just worried about whether Master is injured. It must be difficult to fight with so many powerful people?" Ke Yan looked towards the door with great worry.
Ke Yan wanted to become stronger quickly and have enough strength to help his master so that he wouldn't have to fight alone.
"Xiao Keyan, you are so boring. What can happen to that pervert?" Mo Xiaoyan rolled her eyes.
"Ahem, Mr. Mo, please don't say these things in front of the children. Isn't that too disrespectful to his master?"
At this moment, a beautiful woman with bright eyes, white teeth and graceful figure came out from the inner courtyard, supporting an old man with white hair but full of energy.
Who else could it be but Wen Bingdie and Zhang Yun? Of course, they have long been accustomed to these daily dramas, but these days are a little different.
Zhang Yun glared at the two brothers Shitou and Ergou who were still playing in the pool, and told them to go back home quickly to avoid catching a cold.
Then he touched Ke Yan's head again, looked at his worried eyes and smiled: "Xiao Yan, you did a good job. A great virtue of being a man is to respect your teacher, even if you are not a qualified teacher."
Wen Bingdie looked at the gloomy sky, which looked as if it was about to snow, and sighed softly, "Xiaojiu is really something. He's been gone for over a year. Is he not coming back this year?"
Although Zhang Yun's mental state has improved since the revival of the Kuanglang Gang, there is still no one in the gang who can take the lead.
All important matters had to be reported to her, and she would make the decision. As time went by, handling these trivial matters for a long time would always be exhausting.
In addition to the old injuries he had suffered before, which had damaged his root and could not be fully healed, his aging signs became more and more obvious.
This matter was of particular concern to the most promising disciple Bian Jiu, because in his opinion, as long as Bian Jiu was around, these things were no big deal and there was nothing that Bian Jiu could not solve.
I wonder if Bian Jiu has forgotten his hometown and the Kuanglang Gang that raised him since he hasn’t come back yet.
But she still comforted the little guy below, and smiled with her wrinkled face: "Xiaodie, don't worry about this. Xiaojiu can forget anyone but you. If you hadn't picked him up..."
"Elder!" Wen Bingdie felt embarrassed in front of her junior nephew Ke Yan and refused to give in.
Zhang Yun laughed out loud. The little girl's behavior was still amusing, so she didn't want to continue provoking the thin-skinned Wen Bingdie.
He pointed his arm forcefully toward the outside of the city to the disciples waiting nearby and said, "In the next few days leading up to the Spring Festival, you must deploy all your disciples to monitor the various intersections. Report any news about Bian Jiu as soon as possible."
"Elder Zhang, why don't you let me go too? I want to pick up my master as soon as possible!" Hearing Zhang Yun's instructions, Ke Yan's eyes lit up and he immediately became excited.
"The elder's arrangement is good. In ancient times, people would see off others a hundred miles away. Today, we will also meet him a hundred miles outside the city." Mo Xiaoyan also clapped her hands and praised this arrangement.
Several old disciples who had been following the Kuanglang Gang also asked for permission to go out of the city a hundred miles to welcome their senior brother Bian.
Now Bian Jiu is truly their idol. No one can hold a higher position in their hearts than Bian Jiu. Even when they are teaching the younger generation at home, they ignore Bian Jiu's words.
Just when the chaos on the training ground was getting out of control, Zhang Yun was having a headache and didn't know what to do.
At the gate of the Kuanglang Gang's headquarters, a man walked in, leading a yellow-maned horse. He was wearing a black cloak, a bamboo hat on his head, and wolf-skin gloves.
He was exhausted and was cleaning the dust off his body while slowly walking towards the crowd.
Just when someone couldn't help but scold him, asking how this ignorant person dared to trespass into the headquarters of the Kuanglang Gang.
Mo Xiaoyan stopped the disciple's reckless actions and said, "This person is not simple. His aura is as deep as a prison, he walks like a dragon and a tiger, and he is very majestic. He must be a big shot."
The man happened to hear what Mo Xiaoyan said and laughed, "You recognized me and deliberately praised me. Mo Xiaoyan, you are really a jerk! Hahaha!"
A low and familiar voice was heard, and everyone knew that it was Bian Jiu who had returned. The real dragon that had left their Kuanglang Gang had returned to its nest.
"Master!" Ke Yan had been missing Bian Jiu, but he didn't show it too much, just his eyes were red.
Wang Yao smiled slightly at Ke Yan who was coming towards him, patted his head and said, "Not bad, young man. You have reached the threshold of the first realm and have not embarrassed your master."
Ke Yan lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief. His master was still satisfied with him. Then he silently took the reins of the yellow-maned horse from Wang Yao's hand. He wanted to reward the hero who had accompanied his master across the country.
Wang Yao saw that all the people from the Kuanglang Gang were gathered together. They were all in good health and no one was missing.
I couldn't help but smile: "Is everyone doing well over the past year? I'm back for the New Year!"
"It's good that you're back!" Zhang Yun couldn't help but turned her head and rubbed her red eyes, sighing.
The fellow disciples also came forward to greet each other, briefly asked about Wang Yao's experiences over the past year, and expressed their longing for each other.
At this time, the heavy snow that had not fallen for a long time began to fall, and snowflakes fell on Wang Yao's shoulders and body, as if welcoming him home.
As the snow was getting heavier, everyone had to disperse and make plans to celebrate the New Year together and spend the holidays together!
Back to my own little nest, all the furnishings were still the same, the bed and tea sets were all brand new, without a speck of dust.
Just as Wang Yao took off his cloak and hat and was about to find some clean and comfortable home clothes, Wen Bingdie walked in with a pile of clothes.
"Xiaojiu, is there any suitable clothes? Come and see if you like these. They are all made according to your size." Wen Bingdie said with a blushing face.
The one who was homesick was not Wang Yao, but Wen Bingdie who missed him every day.
It was not easy to meet Bian Jiu, but I felt a little shy. We grew up together, and we seemed a little unfamiliar after being separated for just over a year.
"Senior Sister, these are all very good, especially this robe." Wang Yao pretended not to notice Wen Bingdie's abnormality, and instead praised the pile of clothes.
After a round of compliments, Wen Bingdie finally let go of her airs, the atmosphere became lively, and the two of them returned to their previous state of being able to talk about anything.
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