"There's something I have to make clear."
Bai Lan raised her head and said firmly,""Even if you agree to this, I won't agree.”
What a joke.
He wanted to find his own wife. He would not accept an arranged marriage!
"Hahaha!"
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said,""I'm just teasing you. How could I agree?!”
As he spoke, his expression suddenly turned cold."Miejue has a sharp eye. She saw through your Sixth Martial Uncle's honest personality and had some feelings for Ji Xiaofu, so she used love to entrap him.”
"You must know that your Uncle-Masters have always been of the same breath and branch, advancing and retreating together. With this relationship, Emei and Wudang will have an unbreakable connection in the future.”
"Hey!"
"Again and again, not again and again!"
"Who knew that this old nun actually had designs on you. She intended to tie the future of my Wudang Sect to her Emei Sect firmly. I will never agree to this no matter what.”
Hearing this.
Bai Lan relaxed. He couldn't imagine the scene of Ding Minjun being entangled with him. If that happened, he would want to kill her with a sword.
There would always be women, but they had to be the ones he liked.
Thinking of this, although he was furious, he admired the other party's methods.
First, he used the founder of Emei and the inheritance of Emei to withstand Zhang Sanfeng's thunderous anger. Then, he used the relationship between the Six Heroes of Yin and Ji Xiaofu to resolve the possible conflict between Wudang and Emei. Thus, the big issue was resolved.
Then, he would exert his strength again and try to rebuild the marriage of the next generation with the infatuated girl under his sect. This way, he could lock the long-term relationship between Emei and Wudang. At least for a long time, with the help of Wudang's reputation, Emei could develop in a wretched manner without worry.
Haha!
It had to be said that Mistress Miejue's hair-catching skill was beautiful.
"Bai Lan."
"Hmm?"
Bai Lan, who was in a daze, suddenly heard Zhang Sanfeng call out to her. She quickly looked up and saw him saying seriously,"Back then, I had an agreement with Emei Sect's founder. If Emei Sect faced the danger of losing its legacy one day, my disciples could take over Emei Sect. On the contrary, if Wudang falls, the descendants of Emei can also take over Wudang.”
"Now that Emei has a third-rate sect leader like Miejue, it will only decline day by day. If that day really comes, I hope you can take over Emei.”
"Um…"
Bai Lan's face stiffened. It seemed that Emei's days were not over yet. Why did Zhang Sanfeng ask him to prepare so early?
Although he couldn't figure it out, he still nodded and said,"If that time comes, I will not shirk my responsibilities.”
Zhang Sanfeng nodded in relief. He picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. Usually, when an elder did this, it meant that he had said what he needed to say.
Thus, Bai Lan took her leave.
He returned to the True Martial Palace.
It was still lively here, but there were more indistinct fights.
Uncle Master Song Yuanqiao's face was slightly red, and Shaolin Temple's San Kong was also spinning the prayer beads in his palm.
Other than that, the heavyweights of Huashan, Kongtong, and Ming Cult were also gathered together. Although their saliva was flying everywhere, they still had a smile on their faces.
Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were sitting upright at the side. They would say a few words from time to time, but they would soon be choked back by the crowd. Their faces darkened visibly.
Bai Lan glanced in this direction and understood that the sect leaders had started a war of words.
At the moment, he couldn't be bothered with these trivial matters. In any case, he had his uncle-master and the others to take care of it, so he didn't have to worry about it, so he went straight back to his original seat.
Lu Xiaofeng and Blooming Flowers didn't leave.
Bai Lan sat down and the three of them started drinking.
Lu Xiaofeng was very talkative, Blooming Flowers was knowledgeable, and Bai Lan had heard a lot of legends. The three of them chatted freely, and finally, even Invincible East joined in.
Invincible East.
Although he had not joined the Sun Moon Sect, he was already a first-class expert and had a small reputation in the martial arts world.
She untied her long hair and revealed her beautiful face. She drank one glass after another. Her heroic bearing left a deep impression on Bai Lan and the other two.
Gradually.
As they downed jug after jug of sake, Bai Lan and the other three were a little tipsy, especially Dongfang Bubai. An intoxicating blush appeared on her pretty face, and she exuded a soul-stirring charm.
At this moment.
Among the group of sect masters, the creaking sound of tables and chairs frequently touching the ground could be heard. When Bai Lan raised her head again, Song Yuanqiao's face was already red, and Shaolin Sankong's eyes were bright. Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu's faces were ashen, and they secretly clenched their fists.
Beggar's Sect's Qiao Feng and Ming Cult's Yang Dingtian were trying to smooth things over and prevent the situation from developing further.
Zhang Sanfeng was not in the True Martial Palace.
Every afternoon, the old man would take a 25-minute nap. He should be resting now.
Bai Lan glanced at the scene in the hall and smiled coldly. She could not help but tighten her grip on the True Martial Sword.
"Wait?"
The feeling in his hand was not the coldness of the scabbard, but warmth.
Bai Lan quickly lowered her head and was shocked to find that Invincible East had come up to her, half-leaning on the table in a drunken state.
What he had just pinched was not the True Martial Sword, but Dongfang Bubai's soft hand.
"Ahem…"
Bai Lan, who was slightly embarrassed, quickly coughed twice, trying to cover it up.
However, Invincible East was already alarmed. Soon, a pair of watery eyes fell on Bai Lan.
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