Fighter of the Destiny

There is a clear, shallow stream deep in the forest. There is a grill on the rocks by the stream, and there are some leftover fish.

Qiu Shanjun took a newly grilled fish from the grill and stuffed it into Baicai's hand, and said, "I'll see if you can learn to shut up while eating fish."

Baicai was a little nervous, so he took the grilled fish and started eating it seriously, without daring to make any comments.

The disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect drew out their swords and went to the stream to stab fish. For a while, the sound of water was rushing and laughter continued.

Qiu Shanjun washed his hands with the stream water and sat on the stone with Gou Hanshi.

Gou Hanshi said: "I didn't expect that after you left Songshan Military Mansion, you actually came all the way back from Hanqiu City, several days later than what you said in the letter."

Qiu Shanjun said: "I left Banya and went to Songshan Military Mansion. I saw the people at home, so I followed them all the way."

Gou Hanshi was so smart that he immediately discovered the problem in this sentence and asked, "Who is it?"

Qiu Shanjun was silent for a moment and said, "Chen Changsheng."

When he and Gou Hanshi started talking, the noise in the stream became much quieter.

When he said Chen Changsheng's name, he attracted the attention of all the junior brothers.

And when he finished telling the story about Banya Racecourse, the stream became even quieter, and everyone was silent for a long time.

Gou Hanshi was also speechless. He looked at what he wanted to say, but in the end he didn't say it.

Baicai's face turned red even more, and she almost choked to death on the fish meat that she hadn't chewed yet.

"What do you want to say?" Mr. Qiu Shan said expressionlessly.

Gou Hanshi smiled and shook his head, saying that he would not make any comment on this matter.

Baicai swallowed the fish with great difficulty and shook his head repeatedly, saying that he did not dare to make any comments about his senior brother.

Qiu Shanjun looked at him and said, "Just say what you want to say."

Baicai hesitated for a long time and said in a low voice: "Elder brother... the look in your eyes is too bad, right?"

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"Chen Changsheng is a good person."

Qiu Shanjun paused for a while, and then continued: "It's a pity that we can't be friends."

He didn't know that Chen Changsheng had the same emotion.

Gou Hanshi smiled and said, "I am better than you at this point, because you and I can all be friends."

Baicai squeezed onto the stone, squatted next to Qiu Shanjun and said, "Elder brother, you are truly amazing. No matter how powerful Chen Changsheng is, I have to rely on you to survive today."

This is about Qiu Shanjun using more than ten paintings to convince Bi Yihong and crack the Daxizhou conspiracy.

But there was no pride or pride on Mr. Qiu Shan's face, instead he was a little sad.

"I don't like Bie Tianxin, so I didn't pay too much attention at first. I took this matter too lightly. I didn't expect that people from Daxizhou would dare to attack him."

After a moment of silence, he said: "If I had been more vigilant, maybe he would have survived."

Gou Hanshi was silent for a moment, patted his back, and then asked: "Nanxi Zhaihezhai, do we want to do anything?"

"Junior sister never needs anyone to worry about her work."

"There seems to be something wrong with Zhexiu."

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

Qiu Shanjun stood up and walked out of the forest.

The Lishan Sword Sect disciples in the stream quickly got out of the water, used their true energy to dry their clothes, and followed them carrying a dozen fresh fish.

The mountain road is still quiet, and the birds feel safe and have returned to the forest. Their clear and sweet chirps can be heard everywhere.

From somewhere between the peaks and cliffs, there were several sounds of monkeys playing together.

Qiu Shanjun listened for a moment, took a drink from the wine bottle, and led his disciples down the mountain road, his robes fluttering.

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The cliff terrace at the top of the peak was already empty, but the cliff terrace in front of Nanxi Zhai was full of people. Between the green trees and flowers, hundreds of Nanxi Zhai inner disciples stood quietly. They were no longer as nervous as they were a few days ago. When they smelled the astonishing fragrance of flowers, some young girls could not help but chuckle. Take a light sniff.

The problem has not been solved yet, but now that the saint has been released from seclusion, what else do these disciples have to worry about?

In the deepest part of the Nanxi Zhai building, there were two futons at the top of the thatched cottage, with Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng sitting on them.

Looking at this scene, Huaishu frowned slightly and felt displeased. Huaibi was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

Huairen said slowly: "His Majesty the Pope has been seriously injured, so he should go and rest first."

The very senior uncle of Nanxi Zhai Master meant very clearly.

No matter what Xu Yourong's views were on the matter of Hezhai, or what he thought of their behavior when they returned from their travels, this was after all an internal matter within Nanxi Zhai.

Since it is an internal matter, it should be resolved by Nan Xizhai himself. Even if Chen Changsheng is the Pope, he should not be sitting here.

However, her words received no response.

The hundreds of Nanxi Zhai disciples standing inside and outside the thatched cottage and among the flowers and trees were silent, as if they had not heard anything.

Xu Yourong didn't seem to hear these words and just looked at Pingxuan and Yichen quietly.

Before entering the retreat on the stone wall at the top of the mountain, she handed over the fasting affairs of Nanxi Zhai to these two senior sisters.

Now her calm gaze clearly wanted them to explain what happened today.

Huairen sighed and wanted to say something.

Xu Yourong still ignored her and just looked at Pingxuan and Yichen quietly.

Although they were both disciples of the same generation, Pingxuan and Yichen had already knelt down wherever they could stand.

Yichen's eyes were slightly wet and he said with a trembling voice: "I really don't know what to do."

Just saying this, tears flowed from her eyes.

Xu Yourong knew that her temperament had always been docile, so she must have been forced to do so by her teacher last night, so she agreed to join the family on the cliff today.

Pingxuan was relatively calm and said: "I understand that I am guilty, but the master is old and frail after all, and she has no evil intentions. I would like to ask the Lord to show mercy."

Huairen was slightly startled. He did not expect that this apprentice who had violated his wishes several times on Yaping today would actually intercede on his behalf at this time.

But she did not accept these words, because until this moment, she still believed that she was right.

She calmly recounted the events of the past few days to Xu Yourong, just like last night and today, explaining why she wanted Nanxi Zhai to stay together for ten years.

From beginning to end, Xu Yourong didn't speak, just listened quietly.

Huairen said: "Today's matter seems to have been resolved peacefully, but Saintess, you must have paid a heavy price for breaking out."

Chen Changsheng glanced at Xu Yourong.

Huairen continued: "What if things like this keep happening in the future? How many times can you pay such a price, Saint? How many times can Saintess' Peak pay such a price? Between the imperial court and the palace, between their master and their disciples Why do we, the disciples in the temple, have to bleed in this war?"

At this time, Xu Yourong finally spoke.

Her voice was soft but clear, allowing all the Nanxi Zhai disciples among the flowers and trees to hear her clearly, and it went directly into Huairen's heart.

"Uncle Master is an elder, and it's natural for him to care about the meal. But you are not the master of the meal, or... do you want to sit in my seat?"