Chapter 415

Originally, Yu Mo and the three of them had not been in closed-door seclusion the whole time, which was indeed very suspicious.

Now even Qi Xiong has come to Yuan Mountain to meet with them, which is obviously even more abnormal.

"Heh, little Qi Xiong, you think your petty tricks can fool me?"

Su Luoxing smiled confidently, thinking he had already seen through Qi Xiong's schemes.

And among those present, Yang Xian, Yu Li and the other Luo Xia Sect sages, no one objected.

"But who is the target of the Dao Yi Sect?"

"Nothing more than our three great sects."

"Regardless of who Qi Xiong's first target is, closely monitor every move of the Dao Yi Sect."

"Yes."

Not just the Luo Xia Sect.

The Qing Yun Sect and the Huang Ji Sect are the same; facing Qi Xiong's arrival, they have become increasingly tense.

Even the Sect Master came in person, yet you Dao Yi Sect still dare to say you have no schemes? Even ghosts wouldn't believe it.

As for the various powers' speculations, the Dao Yi Sect side naturally doesn't know, because they really have no schemes.

It's simply that they can't go back.

After eating, watching Yu Mo and the three of them eating separately at the small stove, Qi Xiong and the others felt an itch in their hearts.

They really wanted to have a bite, but there was no way.

They waited until the three uncles finished eating, then everyone dispersed to go about their own business.

Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, Wang Tieshu, Shi Song and the others sat in the pavilion chatting idly, their gazes somewhat oddly fixed on Wang Tieshu.

"Elder Wang, you and your junior brother..."

"I and Hong Zun are already together; elder brother, just call me your sister-in-law."

"Huh???"

"Together?" Their gazes swept back and forth over the two, their hearts full of surprise.

Qi Xiong naturally knew about Hong Zun and Wang Tieshu's affair; his gaze finally fell on Hong Zun, seeing his face as black as a pot bottom, he secretly sighed.

As expected, after hiding for so many years, they still couldn't escape in the end.

"Junior brother, Elder Wang..."

"Elder brother, you still call me Elder Wang."

"Um, junior brother, your sister-in-law is a Hǎo rén, cherish her well."

"Qi Xiong, don't bully people too much."

Upon hearing this, Hong Zun gritted his teeth and said, "You don't even call me elder brother anymore; you're just stirring up trouble, aren't you?"

This time it was Qi Xiong's turn to give an embarrassed smile.

That said, speaking frankly, Qi Xiong doesn't dislike Wang Tieshu; after all these years, everyone has seen her devotion to Hong Zun.

It can be said she has held nothing back.

Leaving aside appearance and figure, meeting such a woman is surely a blessing, isn't it?

In Dongzhou, many dao partners turn against each other over a treasure, or even a single pill; such examples are too many, and Qi Xiong and the others have seen plenty.

So, being able to find a woman like Wang Tieshu is already quite good.

"What do you want to say?"

Seeing Qi Xiong's unnatural expression, Hong Zun asked coldly; hearing it, Qi Xiong, who had not yet come to his senses, blurted out.

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking that being able to find your sister-in-law is really your good fortune."

A creaking sound of gritted teeth rang out; Hong Zun gritted his teeth and said.

"Then I really damn well thank you."

Saying this, sword qi already surfaced around him; only then did Qi Xiong come to his senses, looking extremely unnaturally at Hong Zun and giving an embarrassed laugh.

"Hehe, just joking, just joking, junior brother don't get worked up."

"Worked up? When have I been worked up? I'm..."

"Hong Zun, elder brother also supports us being together."

Just then, Wang Tieshu leaned on Hong Zun's shoulder like a tiger leaning on a person, speaking with a voice like a great bell.

In an instant, Hong Zun's sword qi dissipated, but in the blink of an eye, a terrifying sword intent shot straight to the heavens.

"Wang Tieshu, don't bully people too much."

"What's wrong, Hong Zun?"

"I'll fight you to the end."

A flash of sword light, and instantly a great battle of sages erupted above the kitchen.

As for this scene, everyone had long since grown accustomed to it; anyway, they end up fighting every few days.

Either it's Zhao Zhengping and Zhao Rou, or it's Hong Zun and Wang Tieshu.

Watching the two fight fiercely, Qi Xiong and the others simply withdrew their gazes.

"This uncle's iced tea is really good."

"Yeah, the taste is really nice."

After a bout of fierce fighting, the result naturally fizzled out; Hong Zun could not possibly really slay Wang Tieshu.

They've had a friendship spanning several thousand years; although it's been a chase, even running away has ended up breeding feelings, damn it.

Not to mention, Wang Tieshu has put in so much for him.

"Damn it, tomorrow I'll go find Mu You to beg for a Youth-Preserving Pill."

Dejectedly returning to the kitchen, he muttered to himself; just then Qing Shi happened to walk by nearby, heard this, and gave Hong Zun a strange look.

You're addled, what do you want the Youth Preserving Pill for?

Give it to Wang Tieshu to eat.

Huh???

Why eat this? The Youth Preserving Pill only keeps your appearance from aging; it can't make you beautiful.

As soon as he said that, Hong Zun froze.

Yeah, damn it, the Youth Preserving Pill can't change one's appearance; for a moment, his whole self felt like struck by lightning.

Seeing Hong Zun standing there dazed, Qing Shi gave a sneer and said.

Utterly baffling.

Then he strode away proudly.

Their days were easy and comfortable, while all the major sects outside worried endlessly, with everyone guessing what the Dao Yi Sect actually wanted to do.

Moreover, not far from Yuan Mountain, the Eastern Literature Academy, the Dao Yi Sect's Literature Academy Peak Peak Master Mo Yun was leading a group of Literature Academy Peak disciples here to participate in the Eastern Literature Poetry Assembly held once a century.

This Eastern Literature Poetry Assembly is a grand gathering of all Confucian cultivators of Dongzhou.

However, the assembly hadn't even started yet; after only a few small-scale exchanges, the Literature Academy Peak disciples already sensed something amiss.

This Eastern Literature Poetry Assembly seems to be specifically targeting our Dao Yi Sect.

At that moment, within the compound, Mo Yun gathered with the Literature Academy Peak elders, stewards, and inner disciples.

Looking around, each one was tall and big-boned, simply wearing a beast-skin vest, with muscles bulging high.

Damn, they don't look like Confucian cultivators coming to a poetry gathering; one might think they'd stumbled into a bandit's den.

Especially Mo Yun, as the Peak Master of the Literature Academy Peak, he was not only the tallest and most robust, his visage was extremely ferocious, and moreover he had a long scar on his left eye, adding an extra touch of menace.

Damn it, this time the Eastern Literature Academy is deliberately causing us trouble.

The Eastern Literature Academy doesn't have that kind of guts; it must be the Qing Yun Sect behind them pulling the strings.

Not bad; those several inner disciples of the Qing Yun Sect have actually come representing the Eastern Literature Academy this time—do they really think we're idiots? When did they join the Eastern Literature Academy?

What's the point of saying these now? We can't just leave; how can our sect's dignity survive?

Then what do you suggest we do?

If it were up to me, I'd just take them out.

What nonsense is that? We're scholars; how could we be so crude? We ought to win people over with reason.

Master, I actually have an idea.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Mo Yun's third inner disciple Shen Xian suddenly spoke up; hearing this, Mo Yun replied.

Speak.

Hong Zun and his fellow uncles are currently on Yuan Mountain; since the Qing Yun Sect has already interfered in the Eastern Literature Poetry Assembly, there's no problem with us inviting our fellow sect brothers to come, right?