Chapter 397

"Fighting again."

"Yes, they have fought more than thirty times in the past half month."

"Sigh, take action. I am afraid Senior Brother will be hacked to death."

Recently, the relationship between Zhao Zhengping and Zhao Rou seemed to have had a little problem. The two often quarreled and then fought.

They fought an average of 2.1 times a day. Xu Jie and the others were used to it.

They quickly separated the two. Xu Jie, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, and others blocked Zhao Zhengping, while Zhong Ling and others blocked Zhao Rou.

Being held by several Junior Sisters, Zhao Rou was still unwilling:

"Let go of me, you guys let go of me! He has someone outside..."

"Zhao Rou, don't talk nonsense. When did I have someone outside?"

"Then why don't you love me anymore?"

"How do I not love you?"

"You grab my food to eat!"

"Alright, alright, Senior Sister, calm down. We will talk about it later."

"Senior Brother, forget it. A good man doesn't fight with a woman."

The scene became chaotic for a time. Apart from the Divine Jianfeng and Jade Maiden Peak disciples who had normal expressions and were long used to it, other disciples, including Qi Xiong and other sect high-level officials, were stunned.

Hong Zun said with a dry smile:

"That... family conflict, family conflict, haha."

"Haha, a young couple having a tantrum, they will be fine tomorrow."

"That's right, that's right. Young people, being impulsive is very normal."

A group of big shots said with fake smiles, trying their best to ease the embarrassment, but it didn't seem to have any use.

Finally, the welcome ceremony specially organized by Qi Xiong ended in such a tiger-headed, snake-tailed way. Zhao Rou and Zhao Zhengping were also forcibly separated by a group of Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, and each returned to their own cave dwelling.

Ye Changqing also returned to the familiar kitchen, opened the courtyard door, and took a deep breath. For this small courtyard, he truly had a kind of lingering affection, even exceeding that of the Ye family.

After all, in a certain sense, this small courtyard was the first home after Ye Changqing crossed over. It was also here that Ye Changqing experienced the initial confusion, fear, and loneliness.

The simple courtyard carried too many of Ye Changqing's emotions.

"Little White, Big Yellow, we are home."

He said to the crane and the dog behind him. Hearing this, Little White let out two strange cries, while Big Yellow looked around, its dog eyes full of curiosity.

"Young Master has always lived here? It's not even as good as home."

"Although it is so, for me, it is a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than a golden house or a silver house."

Because today was just returning to the sect, and the meal time had passed, Ye Changqing didn't have to be busy, and the Divine Jianfeng disciples also seemed very quiet.

Facing the extremely quiet Divine Jianfeng, that night, the disciples of other peaks were secretly relieved.

They were worried that the Divine Jianfeng disciples would return to the sect and be like before, but that night, nothing happened on the Divine Jianfeng.

Some disciples sighed:

"It seems this great war really tempered the Divine Jianfeng."

"That's right. Master said that between life and death is the most tempering for a person. It seems this is not false."

"A prodigal son returning is worth more than gold."

They all thought that the Divine Jianfeng had truly changed, but clearly, these disciples thought too much.

It was only one night. With the arrival of the next morning, the familiar footsteps, shouting, and fighting sounds came from the Divine Jianfeng again.

"Charge!"

"Time to eat!"

"Don't grab, today is the first meal back to the sect, we must..."

"Get out of the way! Vajra Leg, go!"

"Hey, Junior Brother, you still want to pull my pants? Senior Brother tied a dead knot today."

"As expected of Senior Brother, but Junior Brother wants to ask, what do you do when you go to the toilet?"

"None of your business! Can't I cut it?"

"Entangling Hand."

"Clear Flow Wall."

"Flowing Light Step."

"Cotton Palm."

The familiar scene—from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, countless Divine Jianfeng disciples rushed toward the foot of the mountain at the same time.

At first it was fine, but as one small path after another converged, and finally arrived at the main road, the rising smoke, the terrifying aftermath of the battle, and the scrambling crowd...

Returned, everything had returned.

The disciples of other peaks who were originally cultivating felt this scene, and their mouths twitched one by one. What the hell was I sighing about last night?

"Sure enough, a dog can never change its habit of eating shit."

"Here they come again, damn it."

"Heh, I was too naive after all, actually believing in the Divine Jianfeng." *** **Chapter 398: No, I Won't Practice This Technique**