Ye Feng turned around and saw a monk standing in front of him. It was none other than Monk Yue Xin, the new abbot of Xuankong Temple.
Seeing Ye Feng, Yue Xin was pleasantly surprised: "Amitabha, it's really Sect Master Ye. I'm so sorry, so sorry. I'm here to show my respect."
"Oh, it's Master Yue Xin, how is your master, Master Yue Kong?"
"My master is in retreat now."
"I heard that you became the abbot of Xuankong Temple? Congratulations."
"Then I have to thank Sect Master Ye for saving my life. If it weren't for Sect Master Ye, I would probably be stuck in the Immortal Realm."
Monk Yue Xin bowed to Ye Feng again.
Monk Yue Xin saw the white-haired old man, his face straightened, and he quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, could you be the Sword Master of the South Sea, Senior Dongfang?"
The white-haired old man nodded, looking arrogant.
South Sea Sword Master? Ye Feng remembered that there was such a person in the ancient martial arts world.
Nanhai Sword Master is Dongfang Jian's eldest senior brother and a disciple of Nanhai Sword Master. Ever since Dongfang Sword Master left for another school, Dongfang Compound has become Nanhai Sword Master's territory.
Actually, Nanhai Sword Master is the great uncle of the Dongfang Zhongyu brothers.
Nanhai Sword Master stroked his white beard, and his sinister expression seemed to brighten up a little: "Monk Yuexin, you have become the abbot of Xuankong Temple at such a young age. You are young and promising."
In fact, Nanhai Sword Master did not want to pay attention to Monk Yuexin. Only if Zen Master Zhikong and Master Yuekong were here would they be qualified to talk to him.
Monk Yue Xin was the abbot of Xuankong Temple and represented Xuankong Temple, so Nanhai Jianzun pretended to praise him a few words. In fact, he had already condemned him to the eighteenth level of hell in his heart.
"Amitabha, thank you for the compliment, Senior Sword Master. I heard a lot of noise here, so I rushed over to take a look, and found that Senior had an argument with Sect Master Ye. May I ask what happened between Senior and Sect Master Ye?"
Nanhai Sword Master snorted coldly: "Sect Master Ye? Master Yuexin, you are a disciple of Master Yuekong and represent Xuankong Temple. I call you Master Yuexin. How can this young man be called the Sect Master?"
Monk Yue Xin looked unhappy. Ye Feng was his savior. No matter how high the other party's seniority was, if he was disrespectful to Ye Feng, he would be disrespecting himself.
"Senior, heroes have always emerged from youth. Ambition is not limited to age, and living without ambition is in vain. Don't underestimate this Sect Leader Ye, as he is young. He is the Supreme Ancient Martial Artist in our ancient martial arts world, and the Sect Leader of the two major sects, Yihua Palace and Taiyi Sect."
Ye Feng laughed loudly. The news that he had become the leader of Taiyi Sect had spread so quickly. However, Taiyi Sect had already been destroyed by him, and he was left alone.
"Master Yue Xin, you are praising me. How can I be the leader of Taiyi Sect? I have already wiped out Taiyi Sect. There is nothing left. I don't want to be the leader of Taiyi Sect."
After hearing Ye Feng say that Taiyi Sect had been completely wiped out, Nanhai Sword Master's face turned stern and he looked doubtful.
He was suspicious and thought, how is it possible? Brother Yue Zhuoqun, where are the Black and White Impermanence? How come after just a few years of seclusion, the ancient martial arts world has undergone earth-shaking changes
His expression was uncertain, but in fact he had already been a little wary of Ye Feng.
Being able to easily throw his servant into the distant lake with his mind requires a level of telekinesis that not everyone can achieve, which is why he hesitated to act. If it were someone else, they would have drawn their swords long ago.
A clear cough was heard, and a group of people slowly walked over. The lights on this side of the woods came on, making it as bright as day.
The thin butler walked over with a respectful look, leading an old man with half-white hair.
The old man had a stately face, a burly figure, tall and mighty, and walked with great vigor. He looked a bit like Dongfang Zhongshu. When he saw the white-haired old man, he quickly clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Uncle Master, Dongfang Yueshen, respectfully welcomes you out of seclusion."
Nanhai Sword Master snorted coldly: "Nephew, you didn't stay overseas with my old ghost brother, so why did you think of coming back? Have you forgotten our agreement?"
Dongfang Yue looked a little embarrassed. She looked at Ye Feng and Monk Yue Xin, as if she had something to hide.
Ye Feng understood that Dongfang Yue and Nanhai Jianzun were probably going to talk about some family matters. It would be inappropriate for an outsider like him to bring up the subject here, so it would be better for him to leave as soon as possible.
He laughed and said, "Hello, Dongfang Yue, my name is Ye Feng. I won't disturb you from reminiscing about the past. Master Yue Xin, let's go to the front hall and have a couple of drinks."
Shakes hands with the host Dongfang Yue.
Monk Yuexin also smiled and clasped his hands together: "Senior Dongfang, hello, I am Yuexin from Xuankong Temple."
Dongfang Yue couldn't remember Ye Feng's name and thought he was a disciple of some sect. When she heard Monk Yue Xin introduce himself, she remembered that Monk Yue Xin was the new abbot of Xuankong Temple.
You may not have heard of Monk Yue Xin, but you cannot neglect the abbot of Xuankong Temple.
Dongfang Yue quickly clasped her hands together and said, "It turns out to be Master Yue Xin. Please forgive me for not coming to greet you."
"You are too polite, senior."
Ye Feng took Monk Yue Xin's arm and walked away: "Let's go, it's a family gathering, it's not convenient for us outsiders to be there."
Although he was walking away with Monk Yue Xin, Ye Feng, who had the blood of the ancient gods and had extraordinary senses, could hear the conversation between Dongfang Yue and Nanhai Sword Master behind them.
Nanhai Sword Master said in a gloomy voice: "You forgot the agreement between us and Taiyi Sect. If you and your son dare to step into China again, Taiyi Sect will massacre the Dongfang family."
Dongfang Yue said calmly, "I haven't forgotten. However, I heard that two days ago, the entire Taiyi Sect attacked Fangcun Mountain with the intention of robbing Fangcun Mountain of its ancient martial arts resources. Unexpectedly, they were defeated by Fangcun Mountain and all of them were wiped out. Since Taiyi Sect is gone, why should I abide by this agreement? If the skin is gone, the hair will wilt."
That means that the previous agreement was made with the Taiyi Sect that we could not return to China, but now that the Taiyi Sect is gone, this agreement no longer exists.
When Dongfang Yue spoke, she couldn't contain the excitement on her face. She could finally go back to China.
However, there was a hint of regret in his expression.
His father passed away a few years ago, dying in a foreign land. If he had held on for a few more years and returned to his hometown now, he would definitely be as happy as he is. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.
The housekeeper also smiled and said something fair for the master: "Yes, the Taiyi Sect is gone, so we won't mention it. The past events are just like turning the pages of a book."
Nanhai Sword Master shouted fiercely: "Who do you think you are? You have no place to speak here."
The housekeeper was so frightened that his face turned pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he dared not even breathe.
He understood that if the Sword Master of the South Sea got angry, even if his lord tried his best to protect him, he would probably not be a match for the Sword Master of the South Sea. This old monster must not be provoked.
Nanhai Sword Master glared at Dongfang Yue, then strode back into the depths of the woods, saying, "You may as well come back, but this is no longer the Dongfang family's residence. I am part of this place as well."
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