Chapter 750

Dong Longtou was stunned. When the other party didn't hear clearly, he couldn't help turning his eyes to xiaorou and clearing his throat: "this way, Dong forgets Yu."

"Oh." xiaorou looked strangely at the strange monk who couldn't wait to explain his identity, nodded, and then smiled: "I smell the smell of wine. Let's go."

"I smell it, too. Sure enough, it's too much."

"This Qianlong yard is really a strange place. No wonder he didn't let us come before."

"Yes, it seems that those people are crazy. They look at us with that kind of eyes. It's inexplicable that there are strange people running to report their homes. No wonder they can only stay in the Qianlong yard."

The five people went to the bamboo forest with laughter and accelerated their body method. They soon disappeared.

Dong forgot Yu's face was stiff and stood stunned, his mind in a mess. The words of several descendants of emperors echoed in his ears. He only felt a basin of cold water falling from the head and dousing the flame in his heart.

Not far away, the two leaders were slightly distracted. The core disciples of the four monasteries attending the banquet showed deep thought, and the disciples of the Qianlong Academy who had been talking about it were also instantly quiet.

"They really... Must have gone the wrong way."

Han Decheng, the leader, laughed, swallowed his saliva and turned to the stunned second leader: "second brother, don't go and invite them back soon."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Laosheng smiled and said to several younger martial brothers of the war Taoist school, "well, we'll go too. You eat and drink well."

Looking at the nine prospective teachers who also walked to the bamboo forest, Han Decheng had a strong foreboding in his heart. He stepped forward two steps and whispered with a smiling face: "where are you senior brothers? The celebration banquet is about to begin. Didn't you say you were going to announce special moves for my third brother Dong Lianyu?"

"When did you say this?" Zhuo Laosheng glanced at Han Decheng in surprise and smiled: "you misunderstood. We're not talking about Dong Daoyou, but someone else. That person has really made great contributions to Guangtian Pusheng."

Buzz!

Dong Qinyu's head roared. At this moment, he seemed to fall to the ground from the clouds. His mind was blank, and his boundless sense of depression and loss drowned him.

Feeling the surprised, shocked and compassionate eyes of the people around him, Dong Qinyu's face turned red like pig liver and gradually became ferocious.

He was ready to become the envy of the people, ascend to the sky step by step, and soar from then on. But in a short clip, he couldn't even get a cup of tea. Before he had time to enjoy this feeling, the glory falling from the sky was taken away. He was beaten back to his original form and became the bottom of Guangtian Pusheng again.

"No!" Dong Qinyu suddenly stepped forward, looked after Zhuo Laosheng's back, and almost shouted hysterically: "you say it's not me! Who else will there be if it's not me! Who else in the Qianlong yard has made greater contributions to Guangtian Pusheng than this way!"

With a faint smile on his face, Zhuo Laosheng strode forward without saying a word.

Aunt Su was also indifferent and didn't bother to look back for a second time.

"Your contribution?" he stopped at the last prospective master, didn't look back, and said with a smile: "do you really think that Guangtian Pusheng doesn't know the real performance of going out friars? With the two demon heads you found, you also deserve to talk about contribution? As for the one who died in his hands, you found hundreds of times more than the head."

The voice fell, and the young prospective teachers disappeared in the gate.

The cool wind is blowing and the moonlight is cold.

The table after table of wine, food and delicacies have become cold, and the last taste has disappeared.

No one cares. At this moment, no one cares about the celebration banquet. Without the celebration banquet attended by the descendants of the emperor and prospective teachers, there was no light and no attraction left.

The main courtyard was quiet, only the wind and the low breathing of the monks.

The quasi master's words revealed too much information, such as the exaggeration of Dong Qinyu's so-called meritorious contribution, and the great meritorious person lurking in the hidden dragon yard.

A vague but mysterious figure emerged in everyone's mind.

As early as more than two months ago, they had heard about the deeds of the mysterious genius. Alone, they led the descendants of the emperor to turn the tide and thwarted the conspiracy layout of the demon cult palace. There were not 1000 but 800 demon friars who died in his hands. More rumors, he even took a demon king flying boat.

Although the prospective master didn't name the Taoist surname, his words couldn't be clearer.

Among the new disciples of Guangtian Pusheng, who can kill hundreds of demons alone?

Qianlong courtyard, a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers! In the past, there was an empty Ming monk who lived in seclusion in the hidden dragon Academy for three years. Once out of the hidden dragon academy, he led Guangtian Pusheng for a hundred years and became a legend!

Now there is a new legend, right under everyone's eyes, just across a bamboo forest from them!

In the silent night, hundreds and thousands of fiery eyes turned to the bamboo cottage. It seemed that there was only a gust of wind to burn the bamboo forest!

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Han Decheng, the leader, squeezed out a smile on his face and his voice was a little dry.

Before he could say anything, there was laughter at the main table.

"Han Daoyou, I'll go first. I'm sure Han Daoyou won't mind."

A core friar from the four monasteries jumped into the bamboo forest without waiting for Han Decheng to speak.

Han Decheng's mouth moved, his hand stretched out to half and slowly put it down. He still had a smile on his face, but a bitter smile.

"Hehe, let's go and have a look, Han Daoyou. Forgive me."

Another core disciple withdrew.

"I'm going too. Thank you for your hospitality."

"Ben Tao... Just go back."

"It's a worthwhile trip tonight. Thanks to Han Daoyou, otherwise I'll miss it."

The distinguished guests and disciples of the main table left one by one and couldn't wait to rush to the bamboo cottage. In the twinkling of an eye, the main table on the high platform was empty. Under the high platform, many bold disciples of the Qianlong Academy had already rushed into the bamboo forest. Before long, only 30% of the disciples in the main Academy were left, most of them were still friars of the dragon head society. The originally lively celebration banquet now became extremely deserted.

Even the rest of the disciples showed a ready look on their faces, but they didn't dare to go too far because of the presence of the three leaders.

On the high platform, the faces of the three leaders were darker than each other, and uneasiness and hidden worries lingered in their eyebrows.

"Big brother... What should I do now?" murmured the second dragon head Mo Yunfei.

"It's time to come. I'll come sooner or later. No matter who that person is, don't try to take away everything I've worked hard in the Qianlong yard." Han Decheng clenched his fist, showing a struggle in his eyes, and laughed: "go, I don't believe it. That person really has such great energy."

Turning around, Han Decheng walked to the bamboo forest.

Mo Yunfei's face was uneasy, and Dong forgets Yu's face was gloomy, closely following Han Decheng.

Seeing that the three dragon heads all left the celebration banquet, the friars of the dragon head Association couldn't bear it anymore. They rushed up and rushed to the bamboo forest.

In a twinkling of an eye, the main courtyard of Qianlong Academy was completely deserted. Hundreds of tables and seats were empty. In the end, only a pale young monk stood at the intersection leading to the bamboo forest in front of the Academy, hesitated, and his face was full of hesitation and disbelief.

After a while, Gu Ying finally made up his mind. He took a deep breath, clenched his teeth and walked into the bamboo forest. He couldn't help muttering: "no! It can't be him! It can't be..."

Soon, Gu Ying came to the depths of the bamboo forest, followed the crowded crowd and looked at the bamboo building where he once lived.

Gu Ying's heart jumped wildly, clenched her fist, slowly raised her head and looked at the fifth floor of the bamboo building.

The bamboo window had been blown open by the wind. Through the tumbling curtains, he saw the people drinking, talking and laughing in the Pavilion Hall on the fifth floor.

Zhuo Laosheng, Su Gu and other prospective teachers have always shown their calm and steady image. At this time, they have drunk three or four rounds of wine, with a faint blush on their faces, whispering, talking and laughing, free and easy.

The descendants of young emperors such as Rong Yinglong and Yan Xiaoyi have also drunk their faces red, faded their usual pretense of maturity, laughed and laughed.

What attracts the most attention is that more than a dozen tall monks in white robes and green clothes are unrestrained. They sing when drinking and hit the fou. They are intoxicated and unrestrained. The more so, they are born with a superior demeanor, which is more and more obvious. They are not born in a family with millions of soldiers, and it is difficult to develop when they live in the strongest body for nine days.

Gu Ying's face turned pale, her shoulders trembled, and her eyes were full of shock and panic.

In the crowd on the fifth floor, he saw the cloth robed boy sitting in the core circle. While talking to the ugly and majestic monk in front of him, he drank the wine poured by the beautiful woman in white on his side. He always had a shallow smile on his face. His eyes seemed intoxicated. Like everyone else, Gu Ying could vaguely see the clear light in the bottom of his eyes, More sober than anyone.

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Gu Ying seemed to be hit in the chest by a giant hammer, subconsciously retreating several steps, and the fear in her eyes gradually turned into despair and deep regret.

"He is... Why is it him!" Gu Ying smiled miserably and punched the bamboo beside him. The bamboo shook slightly but left no trace. On the contrary, it made his fist numb.

On the fifth floor, Huang Wei, blushing and bewildered, relying on Liu Yufa, a descendant of the emperor, who was sleeping, fell into Gu Ying's eyes. He didn't want to know that if he could drink a meal of wine from the descendants of the emperor, they would not worry about their future, and might even prosper as a result.

Also shocked on the spot were all the friars of the Qianlong Academy. How could they not guess the true identity of the young friar who had lived with them for more than two months.

Two months ago, the mysterious genius who turned the tide and spread a lot of news has been living with them all the time! Daily life and practice were under their eyes, but until more than ten days ago, he was still so low-key, leaving early and returning late, which did not attract attention at all.

The most unbelievable thing is that when the monks living in several nearby bamboo buildings stared at Luo Chuan, thousands of words could not express their feelings at the moment.

After being shocked, regretful and incredible, the disciples of the Qianlong academy turned their eyes to the three dragon leaders.