Lu Xiao was so anxious that he hurried down the Feilai Peak and walked to the mountain gate of Shuoxuecheng.

He was anxious in his heart, and his pace was naturally very fast. Within half an hour, he could already see the tall mountain gate from a distance, and he could hear the harsh sound of scolding.

"What are you doing here on your knees ?! I have said it several times, let you get away! Get out! Can't you understand people ?!" a disciple shouted.

"That's right, dead skinned!"

"Why don't you get away! What a shame!"

Sang Lingxi raised his hand to stop the scolding of all the disciples: "Zhu Yun, I have said many times. My brother is very busy recently. He won't see you. Go back quickly."

Zhu Yun knelt on the ground stubbornly, still in that unkempt look, but lost a lot of weight, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear: "Master Sang Feng, I ’ve been assigned to the master and disappeared for two full years. The Beihai sword faction is gone, and I have nowhere to go. I knelt down here, and Lord Xie did n’t see me in one day, and I could n’t get up in one day. "

"Why don't you listen to it!" Sang Lingxi couldn't help frowning, and the disciples of Shuoxuecheng were naturally scolded, nothing more than "the hybrid of the Beihai sword faction", "dead face" .

Lu Xiao was so anxious in his heart that he was too lazy to take care of these irrelevant trivial matters. He directly dialed the outside crowd and walked to Sang Lingxi: "Master Sang Feng."

Sang Lingxi looked up, could not help but stunned slightly, and then vigilantly said: "Lu Xiao? Why are you here?"

It's no wonder that Sang Lingxi was surprised. Since Xiao Xiao had climbed up to Fei Lai Peak, Qiu Yutong adhered to it all the time, and he didn't go down the mountain. When he suddenly appeared in front of the mountain gate, it was indeed very strange.

"Master Sang Feng, have you seen my Master recently?"

"What do you mean? Little teacher is gone?" Sang Lingxi's eyes widened and his tone increased.

Seeing him like this, Lu Xiao couldn't help but sink slightly. Obviously, Sang Lingxi didn't know where Qiu Yutong was.

For a time, Lu Xiao was almost confused, and Sang Lingxi took a step back, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him up and down: "What's wrong? Did you make him angry, he was hiding from you?" "

"No." Lu Xiao said dryly, but he couldn't help but wonder.

Is it true that those things he told Master a few days ago really made Master unhappy? However, this person Xie Wanting is indeed very suspicious. Although the master revokes himself, he is obviously aware of it ...

Would n’t it?

He was pondering secretly, and Sang Lingxi said anxiously again: "When did the young teacher disappear? Did he leave any words?"

Lu Xiao pondered for a moment, drawing a letter from his sleeve and handing it to Sang Lingxi: "Master Zun did not return to Fei Lai Pavilion last night, only left this letter in the study."

"This is indeed the handwriting of the younger brother." Sang Lingxi took the letter and looked at it firmly.

He continued to look, but he couldn't help frowning: "Little brother said, he's going down the mountain to walk around, so he can relax?"

"This letter from Master, it was written like this ... but I always feel that something is not right."

"Well, it's really weird." Sang Lingxi squeezed the letter paper and groaned.

At this moment, Zhu Yun suddenly interjected: "I kneel in front of the mountain gate all day and night

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