Chapter Seventy: It turned out to be a gossipmonger

  "It seems that the scenery here is a bit weak! Kong Zuo seemed like an art critic, muttering to himself with his mouth open, while Zhu Zi Fan walked in front, seemingly not hearing anything. As for Kong Zuo's provocative behavior, except for Ling Jia Shang Ren frowning and looking displeased, the other four members of the Luo Fu Wu Jian did not show any intention of stopping him."

  The six major sects, although they are of the same origin, are not one entity after all. In secret, there is still competition between them, which makes the disciples more hostile to each other and stimulates their fighting spirit. This is not necessarily a bad thing, nor is it good for everyone to be in harmony.

  The older generation has been through this, now it's the turn of the younger generation.

  But this was another identity of Zhu Yifan, which made Ling Jia Shangren somewhat suspicious.

  Logically speaking, a third-generation disciple shouldn't have the ability to enter, so why is there an embroidered crescent moon on this kid's sleeve?

  It seems that others also saw it, so they would ignore Kong Zhuang's somewhat rude behavior.

  If it were just about strength...

  He inadvertently swept a glance at Kong Zhuo. Among the three generations of Luo Fu's disciples, it was probably only Kong Zhuo who could meet the requirements?

  Zhu Zi Fan's cultivation was also covered by the Ling Symbol, so he couldn't see his own strengths and weaknesses. In that case, let's have Kong Yan fight him then, and see what his true abilities are.

  Originally, because of Kong Zhuan's existence, he had always thought that the second Xian Xing was a sure thing, but if this Emei Sect also produced a similar freak.

  "It's really interesting!" Li Yuanhua's voice that feared the world was not chaotic entered Ling Jia Shangren's ear, "Can this kid really enter with strength?"

  "That moon on his sleeve won't be fake, and those who know the inside story wouldn't dare to impersonate him, so it's real!" Ling Jia Shangren took another look at the curved moon on Zhu Zifan's sleeve, a faint, imperceptible bitter smile appearing on his face. "Letting someone from the Moon Division come to greet us, what are these old fossils of Emei thinking?"

  "You also say they're old and won't die, no need to bother with them!" Li Yuanhua said coldly, "However, this kid's target seems to be Kong Zhan!"

  "It's not hard to understand that Kong Zhuo is Mo Shidi's apprentice, and Mo Shidi's relationship with the Moon Group isn't exactly good!"

  "Not good?!" Ling Jia sneered, "He and the people of Moon Group are sworn enemies from their past lives. But if they deliberately look for trouble because of this matter, I don't mind going to burn down their houses!"

  "Haha, Big Brother Master, it seems you're really concerned about that little rascal!"

  "It's not easy for a sect to produce someone like him, it takes thousands of years to get one, I don't want him to get into trouble because of some messy things!"

  "That's right!" Li Yuanhua hummed twice, looking at Zhu Zifan with an gaze that had already begun to emit a chilling aura.

  The ten-mile road was not long, and soon a group of people arrived at the mountain gate. Ling Jia Shangren and Li Yuanhua also stopped their private conversation.

  After all, it is the first sect of cultivation, and the mountain gate has a different atmosphere from other places. Even Kong Zhuan had to admit that compared to Luo Fu, it seemed to have a few more points of grandeur.

  "A big tree attracts wind!" He let out a long sigh, with an air of being owed a beating. Meanwhile, Ling Jia and Li Yuanhua exchanged a bitter smile. After all these years, how did they not notice that this kid, apart from being gluttonous and lazy, also had a crow's mouth? But with such a good-natured personality, it was actually quite to their taste. In the future, when he became an elder, he would certainly be a protective figure. Plus, his abilities were strong, making him exactly the kind of talent all sects needed.

  So, the two of them had an even thicker smile on their faces, regardless of Zhu Zifan's already somewhat distorted face.

  "Emei is not clear, respectfully welcoming Luo Fu Ling Ga Shang Ren!" A clear voice came over, and under the mountain gate, a white-robed monk stood with a smile.

  "You old good-for-nothing, after all these years, you're still here playing the host, aren't you ashamed?!" Li Yuanhua laughed loudly as he approached, and the monk who was hosting also had a smile on his face, looking at Li Yuanhua without giving an inch, "You've been in charge of the law for 200 years in Luofu, offending everyone you could, why haven't you scrammed yet?!"

  The two of them looked at each other and burst out laughing.

  Seeing the two being affectionate, everyone else couldn't help but smile knowingly.

  Mount Emei's most famous guest monk is probably not a clean one.

  Do you know what "knowing guests" means? Simply put, it's about welcoming guests.

  A person who welcomes guests should have a decent appearance, if you put someone like Kong Rong with his big head and ears there, it would be utterly embarrassing.

  E Mei Zhi Ke was a naturally handsome monk, but unfortunately, his good looks were not proportional to his spiritual achievements. After hundreds of years of cultivation, he had no great accomplishments and remained at the bottom among his peers. As a result, from being a third-generation disciple, he was relegated to being a doorman, and over time, he became a second-generation disciple, and if given more time, it's not hard for him to become the most renowned doorman in the cultivation world.

  It just so happens that there is a good thing about this, which is that it can clearly recognize the current situation and understand contentment and happiness. So, in this position as a guest, he has been doing it until now, fully utilizing his identity advantage, and has indeed made many friends. Looking at the entire Middle-earth, there are not many people whose connections are as extensive as his.

  Li Yuanhua was very familiar with him and had even stolen chickens and touched dogs together when they were young, so there was no restraint. As soon as they met, they started joking around.

  The two of them laughed and joked for a while, until the crowd dispersed and everyone came forward. After that unclear person and Lingga Shangren had exchanged greetings, they led them up the mountain.

  The gate of Mount Emei is grand and vast, occupying a large area. In the valley between the third peak of Mount Emei, there are pavilions every five steps and buildings every ten steps; the corridors wind around, the eaves are high and steep, forming an extremely large and luxurious building complex. This complex subtly incorporates the Bagua diagram, the Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces, forming a complex and intricate layout that tightly protects the mountain's momentum.

  This is Emei, this is the number one cultivation sect in the world!

  Classy, damn classy.

  So Kong Zhan was quite jealous.

  The West Wing is very spacious, and the guest monk didn't clear it up, so he arranged for Luo Fu and his entourage to stay here. This is also one of the best courtyards that Luo Fu uses to entertain guests. The four wings of Dongnan Xibei, plus a De Ming Garden, with five major sects each occupying one, no one loses out.

  After everything was settled, Kong Zhuang thought about hurrying to go to sleep. Among the many people who came with Luo Fu, except for Wu Jian, he and Chang Yue were the only ones in a single room.

  The sword flew for tens of thousands of miles, and even with Kong Zhuo's cultivation, he felt a bit tired, so he thought about hurrying back to his room to sleep. Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, he was stopped by Li Yuanhua, who wanted to have a talk with him.

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  A certain year and month day, the Space-Time Administration Bureau's reception hall for foreign affairs.

  Fan stood foolishly in front of the window of the Entry and Exit Administration Department, waiting for the clerk to review his visa.

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  Nothing.

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  With a loud "bang", the clerk stamped a bright red seal on Fan Wubing's visa, passing the review.