"Then what to do! Don't we have nothing to do with this so-called Young Master Chi Yan?"
Many disciples in Yaoyue Palace are peeking at the position of palm reserve, and Bilan is no exception. She gritted her teeth and said, "If he's here, wouldn't we have nothing to do with that stinky bitch Han Dong?"
"Not urgent."
Daoist Ziyu frowned and said: "A few days ago, I heard from the second elder that there are many doubts about this so-called young master Chiyan, not only his identity as the heir of King Chixiao is a bit suspicious, but even whether he is the real Chiyan or not. Mr. Yan is probably an unknown number."
Hearing this, Bi Lan was a little surprised, and asked, "Second Elder suspects that Mr. Chi Yan is a fake?"
Daoist Ziyu nodded and said: "That's right, Mr. Chiyan disappeared three years ago with the collapse of the Taixuan Monument. Although the cause of death is still a mystery, many people saw that Mr. Chiyan really disappeared three years ago. A person who is ashes, with his body broken and his soul broken, is considered dead. Even if he has the ability to reach the sky, he may not be able to die and come back to life again? Even if he is really the descendant of King Chixiao, it is impossible for him to have such ability, I am afraid But even King Chixiao himself may not have such supernatural powers."
"If it's fake, it shouldn't be hidden from the eyes of the second elder, right?" Bilan may be a bit arrogant, but she is not the kind of blind and conceited woman. She thought for a moment, and then said: "Besides, the woman who was in Yaoyue Palace three months ago At that time, I also witnessed with my own eyes that the strength of Mr. Chi Yan really possessed the absolute power of invincibility as rumored, and the seven orifices of the three elders of our Yaoyue Palace were shocked to bleed with one punch. If Mr. Chi Yan is fake, it should not There might be something like that.”
"It's very good that you can think of this." Ziyu Daoist gave him an appreciative look, and continued: "This is what the second elder has been unable to figure out."
"What is the second elder planning to do?"
"Hehe... It may be difficult to verify whether this young master Chiyan is the heir of King Chixiao, but..." Daoist Ziyu said with a smile: "It is much easier to verify whether he is the real young master Chiyan." It's... just wait, things will come to light soon."
"If this Mr. Chiyan is really a fake, hehe..."
There was a sneer in the blue eyes, and he sneered and said: "I must let the people in the whole northwestern frontier know how this stinky bitch, Han Dong, deceived everyone... He even found a fake Mr. Chi Yan and claimed to be It's a pair of monks... Hehehe... I really look forward to this day coming soon... "
In the evening, the sun sets again.
Xingyue Dayu, in a manor.
Looking at the dusk of the sunset, Han Dong frowned slightly. On his cold and beautiful face, his expression was a bit bleak, and his ice-like eyes were full of confusion and hesitation.
She doesn't know what to do with herself...
He didn't know how to deal with the many elders in Yaoyue Palace in the future, nor did he know how to face the expectations of his master.
In the garden, Ouyang Ye lay back on the chair, closed her eyes and pressed her forehead, thinking about where to find another person to continue pretending to be Mr. Chi Yan. She thought about all her friends, Either the cultivation level is not right, or the temperament is not suitable, or it is not trustworthy. After much deliberation, I can't think of a suitable candidate.
"Damn it! It's really difficult to find someone to pretend to be Gu Qingfeng!" Ouyang Ye said helplessly and sadly: "I always thought that Gu Qingfeng was ordinary, except for his mysterious identity and strength. It's weird, the others are no different from ordinary people, but now that I think about it, I realize that this guy is really different."
"You say this guy looks like an ignorant second-generation dandy, but he is unparalleled in music and rhythm, and he seems to know everything."
"You said that he is a noble son from a big family. He looks like a fool all day long. He doesn't sit or stand up. He's either drinking or basking in the sun. He has nothing to do with your noble son."
"You say he is a master, but since he doesn't have the breath of reincarnation, nor the breath of seizing the house, only the pure breath of golden core, the key is that he really doesn't look like that kind of unfathomable Master, it doesn't look like one at all."
"Call him arrogant. He has never been arrogant. In the time I have known him for more than a year, I have never seen him arrogant, nor have I seen him arrogant."
"If you want to say that he is not crazy, but that guy is really scary when he gets angry. Compared with usual, he is so different. It's like a different person. It's just... just... unbelievable."
To this day, although three years have passed, Ouyang Ye still clearly remembers Gu Qingfeng's situation when Fengyun split the helm.
Facing the countless fairy arts, he didn't even blink his eyes, just stood there quietly in the air, letting the endless fairy arts attack him, but he couldn't shake him at all.
When he started, the situation changed, as if the sky was crying and the earth was trembling, like a true god who looked down on the world, like a god of war who looked down upon the world, like a lonely and domineering demon god, and like an evil god who drank blood from the sky...
Ouyang Ye was fascinated by that unique charm, moved his heart, and couldn't forget it.
Thinking about it so far, my heart is still a little surging.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, calmed her surging heart, and murmured: "When he smiled, there was a sense of randomness and meaninglessness on his body, as if he didn't care about anything, and he didn't care, it's true, then A random and senseless feeling, as if the sky is falling, and he doesn't even bother to take a look."
"When he is angry, there will be a feeling of aloofness and domineering on his body, as if he doesn't pay attention to anyone in the world, and that attitude of looking down on everything in the world is really... really this kind of Feeling lonely and domineering, as if the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, or even God, came down, and he would kill him."
"Where can I find such a person who is random and meaningless when he is happy, arrogant and domineering when he is angry, mysterious and weird, unknown and terrifying, and unpredictable? Who can pretend to be him?"
"Yeye, you don't need to worry about my affairs anymore, you have done enough for me...really..." Looking at Ouyang Ye in distress, Han Dong softly persuaded: "Don't go find anyone to pretend to be Mr. Chi Yan." Alright... I know you're doing it for my own good, but I... really don't want to implicate you or anyone else. "
Han Dong has a somewhat lonely and cold temper. Due to her personality, she will not ask for help, let alone involve others. No matter how difficult her own affairs are, she will bear them by herself.