When it reached Youshi, the sky gradually darkened.

When Ye Hongjian returned to the small porch window, the courtyard was surrounded by the crowd.

Amongst them, there were also a few disciples in green.

In Chongju Peak, Tsing Yi represented the Sword Hall. Many things related to the rules of the Sect in the Exquisite Pavilion, or some external actions, were mostly carried out by the Sword Hall.

Ye Hongjian was stunned and quickly thought of something. She could not help but quicken her pace towards the courtyard.

"Yes, it's him. I saw his servant sneaking around outside the courtyard today. When I ordered the number, I found that there was a chicken missing." A young man dressed in white pointed at the courtyard and said loudly, his expression somewhat excited.

"That's right, one of the ducks in our courtyard has also disappeared. Look at the food on his table, it's clearly my duck!" Immediately after, someone echoed.

"Yes, and the fish in the fish pond."

"And my bowl!"

"And the firewood in my courtyard!"

The voices in the crowd grew louder and louder, their expressions filled with indignation as if they were about to rush into the hospital and find out the culprit they were talking about.

The disciples exchanged glances and revealed bitter smiles.

These junior disciples outside didn't know, but they knew very well that this courtyard had already been assigned to Ye Hongjian yesterday. After she passed through the ceremony of becoming a master, she would be a person of the Martial Uncle generation. How dare they, the disciples in green from the Sword Hall, offend her?

However, the group of disciples in front of them had spoken very clearly. They did not dare to force them to disperse. They could only guard the entrance of the courtyard to prevent any accidents from happening.

Song Yueming glanced at his senior brothers beside him and resisted the disciples who wanted to rush into the hospital several times. He whispered, "Senior Brother Hong went to invite Martial Uncle Ding for so long, but why hasn't he returned yet? It's impossible to continue like this!"

Song Yueming was very helpless. He had finally emerged from the crowd of inner sect disciples and was chosen to enter the Sword Hall. On the first day, he had encountered such a task, which was completely different from the majestic disciple of the Sword Hall that he had imagined.

The disciple next to him was called Gu Jiaqing. He was slightly older and had stayed in the Sword Hall for quite a few days. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes at Song Yueming and said angrily, "How did I know that he hadn't returned after so long?"

Gu Jiaqing was also depressed in his heart. He had not eaten lunch before noon when he received the notice and hurriedly ran over. He never thought that it would be the residence of Ye Hongjian , the young martial uncle.

Yesterday, the scene of Masters coming down the mountain to welcome Ye Hongjian was still vivid in his mind, how could he dare to offend such a person..

He could only stand guard at the door with Song Yueming, appease these excited outer sect disciples, and ask Hongtu to invite Martial Uncle Ding to make a decision. However, he did not return this time, causing Gu Jiaqing and Song Yueming to suffer unspeakably. In their hearts, they even cursed Hongtu a thousand times.

"What's going on?" Ye Hongjian quickly walked to the front of the crowd and asked in a calm voice.

Her voice was not loud, but it carried an innate dignity. The crowd immediately turned around and looked at Ye Hongjian .

Today, Ye Hongjian was wearing a long red dress. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail and tied with purple string. Although her face was not powdered, it was still beautiful. Standing there, it was like a ball of flame, dazzling.

The surrounding atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Ye Hongjian frowned and walked to the front of the two green-clothed disciples. She asked again, "What's going on?"

Song Yueming felt very strange.

The moment Ye Hongjian appeared, he felt that the world around him seemed to have changed.

The heavens and earth spun, and everything was silent.

It was as if only this fiery red figure was left in front of him.

He felt..

He seems to be in love with her.

Bang!

Not long after this heartbeat lasted, a burst of heart-wrenching pain came from his head.

"What are you looking at? Little Martial Uncle is asking you a question!" Gu Jiaqing scolded angrily. Ye Hongjian was beautiful, but what was her identity? What was Song Yueming's identity? It was said that the toad wanted to eat the swan meat, but it raised Song Yueming high. Moreover, she already had an engagement. Gu Jiaqing didn't want his junior apprentice-brother to offend Ye Hongjian, so he couldn't take it anymore, so he slapped Song Yueming's head fiercely.

Only then did Song Yueming regain his senses. Looking at the frowning beauty in front of him, he knew that he had lost his composure.

Only then did he understand that this beauty in front of him was the closed door disciple Ye Hongjian that Sikong Bai had accepted.

He hastily tidied up his mind, but his cheeks couldn't suppress the crimson color.

Afterwards, he stammered out everything about this place one by one, but his gaze couldn't help but fall on Ye Hongjian 's beautiful face from time to time.

Hearing Song Yueming 's words, Ye Hongjian frowned even deeper.

She probably knew a little about what kind of person Chu Chouli was. She did not find it strange that he could do such a thing. However, this was the Linglong Pavilion after all, and it was hard to explain if it landed on her head. At this moment, she regretted bringing that drunkard to Linglong. She feared that the rest of her life would not be peaceful anymore.

Thinking of this, Ye Hongjian felt a headache.

However, there was still a gentle smile on his face. He said softly, "I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding. My husband lives with me, and he doesn't do such things. But since all the disciples have said so, I can't argue with him. How about this, I have some silver here. If you take it and share it with the disciples, it can be considered an apology on the Hongjian ." Hong Jian has just arrived at Linglong Pavilion, so I'll have to trouble you all to take care of him in the future. As for whether or not the servants did anything, Red Note will definitely discipline him with her husband. Please forgive me. "

After all, Ye Hongjian was everyone's daughter, and her words were impeccable.

However, at that time, everyone's thoughts were no longer on the chicken, duck, fish, and meat, but on the word'husband 'in Ye Hongjian 's mouth..

Song Yueming was even more stunned on the spot. Just now, his face was still flushed red. In an instant, he was knocked off the cliff and his heart was as ashen as death. Facing the money bag that Ye Hongjian handed over, she seemed as if she hadn't noticed it and was stunned on the spot.

The nearby Gu Jiaqing saw his junior brother lose his composure and secretly hated him for not winning. However, he hurriedly took a step forward to receive the money bag and said, "Little Martial Uncle, don't worry. I will definitely help you deal with this matter properly."

Seeing this, Ye Hongjian smiled brightly and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

This title was a bit strange, but it was reasonable.

Sooner or later, Ye Hongjian would be a disciple of Si Bang. At that time, his seniority would be comparable to that of the sect leader. However, Gu Jiaqing did not have any problems calling her Little Martial Uncle. After all, Ye Hongjian had yet to become a disciple, so calling him Senior Brother was reasonable.

Gu Jiaqing still had a good impression of Ye Hongjian 's courtesy. In the end, he was not as arrogant as he imagined. However, the more he liked Ye Hongjian , the more hostile he was towards Xu Han, who was hiding in the courtyard. After all, rumors about Xu Han had already spread from Tong Tiexin and the others.

In their words, a good cabbage was arched by a pig, but it made people somewhat unhappy.

However, Ye Hongjian did not care about Gu Jiaqing's thoughts. She nodded at him, apologized to everyone, and then turned around and walked into the courtyard.

After entering the courtyard, Xu Han, who was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard like an old monk, looked at the sumptuous food on the stone table that had turned cold. Ye Hongjian was furious.

She sat down at the stone table angrily. She could no longer find the gentle expression on her face. Instead, she said angrily, "You guys are really good at fish and meat. You ate a lot."

The sarcasm in these words was not concealed at all.

Hearing this, Xu Han slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ye Hongjian . "Don't you know what kind of virtue you brought with you?"

The tone of the hidden needle in Xu Han's words made Ye Hongjian furious, and even felt somewhat aggrieved.

Chu Chouli said that she was the one who brought them, but in the final analysis, it was sent by his Tiance Prefecture . However, she was unable to say it openly. For a time, she could not find any rebuttal. She could only glared fiercely at Xu Han, then stood up, slammed the door and returned to her room.

Xu Han shook his head helplessly as he watched Young Miss Ye leave angrily.

This young lady's thoughts were a little strange. Sometimes, the city was as deep as the sea, and sometimes, she was very loyal, causing people to be puzzled.

However, Xu Han quickly put away his thoughts. He closed his eyes again and calmed down.

Although the matter of heavenly thunder had already passed, there was something strange that was still entrenched in Xu Han's heart that he could not undo.

Regardless of whether the heavenly thunder dissipated or not, he had already been injured by the heavenly thunder at that time, which was why he had fallen into a coma. What kind of power was there to cure the injuries in his internal organs? The demonic energy absorbed from Xuan'er's body?

Xu Han felt that this wasn't the case. Although he couldn't control the power to repair him, he could vaguely sense that it was completely different from demonic power. Xu Han couldn't say exactly what it was, but he was sure that the level of that power was much higher than demonic power.

But was there something else hidden in his body that he didn't know about? Xu Han could not think clearly. If so, where did the power come from?

Of course, the biggest doubt was why lightning descended, and what was the voice that responded to him at that time?

All of this was an unsolved mystery to Xu Han.

As long as he didn't understand, he wouldn't be able to live peacefully.

Just as Xu Han was trying to figure out what was going on, a gentle sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the courtyard entrance.

Xu Han's perception was so sensitive that he immediately opened his eyes. He turned around and shouted in a low voice, "Who is it?"

"Shh." But at that time, a familiar face appeared outside the door. It was Chu Chouli, who had disappeared for an entire day.

At this moment, he was looking at Xu Hanshi with thieving eyes, signaling him not to make any noise. He was holding a large bag full of things in his hand.

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