"Shaoye..."

Mingchi looked at the cup at the bottom and blinked at Yun Ye opposite him.

"Master, I'm here."

Yun Ye held the yellowed ancient book in his hand and read it carefully, without raising his head.

When Ming Chi heard Yun Ye’s call of Master, he felt warm in his heart. He was bored back then and sneaked to see the newly acquired disciples practice martial arts.

They were all half-grown boys, and they were chattering and bitter after being teased by themselves. Only this boy was so quiet that he was really interesting, so he secretly taught a sword technique and forced him to call him master for two years.

Later, Yun Ye learned that he was the leader of the Li Sect and stopped talking anyway.

Now, I actually heard the word "Master" from him again, how can I not be moved?

"Shaoye..."

Thinking of the past, Ming Chi sighed slightly. When he was young, he always felt that the vast world was in control. Now, no matter how many storms and clouds are, they are not as dull as this cup of tea and pot of wine.

"Master, if you have something to do, just say it... Yun Ye listen..." Yun Ye raised his head from the book, glanced at the empty wine glass and Ming Chi who shook his head alone and sighed.

"This wine is the only remaining pot on the mountain. If you want to drink it, you have to go down the mountain by yourself."

Go down the mountain?!

When Ming Chi heard that he was about to go down the mountain, he was almost standing up with a frightened beard. He didn't want to go down the mountain even if he beat him to death.

"Don't you have disciples going up and down the mountain every three days? Can't you bring some to the old man?"

Lixinyuan is so boring that I can only drink some wine to pass the time. These bastards, from Mingyu to Mingshuo, to Yun Yeyunqi, and even Yun Huan and Yunjing, are not willing to bring some wine to me. They are really filial!

"Oh, Lord Sect Master, you drank too much wine in March of the previous year and made a big fuss in the chicken coop. You stripped all the chicken feathers and let us eat chicken for five days."

"Last May, taking advantage of the inattention of the accident, the owner of Mingyu, who was drunk and ran down the mountain, peeping at the village woman who was bathing and was chased by people from the whole village.

"Three months ago, you said in the Lixinyuan that you were drinking to relieve your boredom, but you were trying to fly to Wuling. The four disciples couldn't stop you and almost fell off the cliff. Who would dare to bring you wine..."

Yun Ye sighed, put down the book, poured a cup of tea from the teapot, and pushed it towards Mingchi. Regardless of Mingchi's beard and glared, he put away the wine pot and glass on the table, turned around and put it into the small cabinet.

The Lord Mingyu Pavilion was always soft-hearted to the Sect Master, allowing him to make trouble again and again.

"Didn't that bastard Mingyu say that he would not be allowed to leak it?"

When Yun Ye mentioned the embarrassing incident, Ming Chi jumped up and slapped the table with a palm. The teacup was so shocked that it didn't overflow with a drop of water.

"No support to the table!"

Ming Chi withdrew his palm and pointed at Yun Ye who was sitting in front of him and said angrily.

Yun Ye reluctantly withdrew his hand pressing on the table, "Please calm down."

After saying that, he stood up and stood respectfully with his hands hanging down.

"snort!"

Ming Chi ignored Yun Ye, picked up the tea and drank it all, "Do I know how capable your Zhishu Pavilion is? It would be a miracle to avoid it and not let you know."

Yun Ye stood aside and smiled slightly, without saying a word. The sect leader had a quick temper and went there quickly. Just listen quietly.

"Maintain the management! You and Ming Yu are so strict that you don't let them drink wine. Are I the sect leader or you are the sect leader!"

Ming Chi slapped at the table again with anger. The empty white porcelain tea cup popped up from the table, turned around for a few times, and suddenly fell under the table.

Ming Chi slapped the table without expecting it. The noise was so loud that he was stunned when he looked at the teacup that was about to be crushed to pieces.

Alas... Yun Ye sighed silently in his heart. The sect leader's temper became stronger and stronger. He even knew the ability to implicate people.

This white porcelain cup is the only product of Master Mei Xunhai. If one is broken, it can't be collected.

The sleeves standing in front of him moved lightly, quietly behind him with his hands behind his back, and waved a touch of energy without any trace, preventing the momentum of the white porcelain cup from falling.

The porcelain cup rolled on the floor twice, but it ended up not in a safe end.

Seeing the porcelain cup land safely, Ming Chi snorted coldly, "Hmph, you don't know that you care so much about me."

"The sect leader manages the vast Wunian Mountain, and is the most special existence in the hearts of his disciples."

This person is old and likes to be coaxed. It is absolutely right for him to say this. Yun Ye kept a gentle smile on his face, as if he was talking about the truth.

"snort!"

After living for so long, I can still distinguish between true and false. If I care too much about life, I will lose my fun.

However, Yun Ye is always so calm. If he had not seen him establish this well-informed bookkeeper in Yanque Tower in the past few years, he would have thought that he was just a gentle and harmless gentleman who was immersed in ancient books like a bright and bright one.

As he gets older, some things within the sect can't keep Mingyu busy. It's time to find a successor and entrust Wunianshan to the point of being in charge.

Among the Yun generation, I naturally belong to Yun Ye. Although Yun Ye was born in the Book Pavilion, his martial arts skills were not as good as Yun Qi Yunhuan, and he might not even be as good as Yun Jing.

But after three hundred years of the reign of the sect, it was not only about establishing the sect by martial arts, but more about the word "Zang" and the word "Yan".

It has a hundred years of glory and has been passed down from generation to generation.

Yun Ye is very talented, but he does not show any scenery. If Li Zong handed it to him, his master would also feel relieved...

"Yun Ye..."

Mingchi touched his gray beard and looked at Yun Ye with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

Yun Ye frowned instantly. Every time the sect leader showed such an expression, it meant that someone was going to suffer, but he really didn't want that person to be him.

Although he had some ways to let him give up his thoughts, he would not be purified according to the sect leader's nature without rushing for ten days and half a month.

"I am old and I know my destiny in my nearly fifty years old..."

Ming Chi paused, glanced at Yun Ye's reaction with a slanted eye, and said, "All people should enjoy their grandchildren at this time and enjoy the peace and happiness. Thinking about the fact that although the teacher has never married for life, he still watches you grow up and treats you as his own children. You must not want to see the teacher work harder at such an old age..."

Yun Ye's eyelids twitched, and he began to rely on his seniority to make things happen. As expected, there was nothing good. But he kept playing with Mingchi without any fun. The sect leader would not let himself quietly finish reading the Haizhou record that he had just obtained today.

"The sect leader is in his prime and in his prime..."

"You should not deceive your teacher. You know your own body, and you have long been unable to do it..."

Ming Chi waved his hand, coughed twice as if he was weak, and sat down with the table.

"Looking at your Yunsheng's children, they are all very elegant and have great martial arts skills, it is time for me to take off my heavy responsibilities and leave them to you to experience..."

While speaking, Yun Ye picked up the white porcelain cup that had just rolled down from the ground, connected a pot of four cups on the table to put it in the cabinet, took out a set of celadon-patterned celadon on the table, and put it on the table, making tea for Mingchi again.

Everyone in the world says that the Leaving Sect is far away from the right and wrong in the world, and lives in seclusion in the Wuming Mountain. But in the world, how can we stay away from the right and wrong in the world? From a clear perspective, the Li Zong holds books, jade, martial arts, and law, and only wants to cultivate oneself, not seeking to be prominent, but the Li Zong has been reborn for hundreds of years. If he only seeks to cultivate oneself, how can he stand for a hundred years without falling?

It is said that wizards appeared in the Martial Arts Pavilion, but how many people know that these wizards came from the cruel fights and killings of thousands of children again and again?

There is also Zhiyu Pavilion. How many people know that Zhiyu Pavilion secretly controls most of the economic lifelines of Southern Qin, from salt mines to canal transportation, from porcelain to rice and grain, all involved. If this is not the case, just relying on the same clan and vein of the same clan and vein three hundred years ago, can the Qin family, who are very eager to be in trouble, will Zhisuyu come?

And how many people know that the people who are laughing and scolding in front of them will let go of them?

Mingchi was not aware of what Yun Ye sighed in his heart, and he was still making a plan for what he wanted.

"I think, your junior brother Yun Qi is too casual. If you find a sect leader like this, Li Zong will probably be ruined; Yun Huan is too rigid. If you make Wu Nianshan like the Wu Alliance, you will have to piss off the ancestors to death, no, no..."

"Five years ago, Master Huikong's words must still remember them."

Seeing that he was about to point to his head, Yun Ye quickly interrupted Mingchi and sacrificed Master Huikong's proverb.

The sect leader of Wunian Mountain is not something that ordinary people can do. Otherwise, during the years when the master was in charge, he had never tried his best to replace him with the talent of Mingyu, Mingshi, and Minglang Pavilion Master. He could see how thankless it was.

Regardless of Master Huikong's saying "seeing and killing each other", he still has something he has to do. He doesn't even dare to guess what the future will be. How can he take over the Wuming Mountain that Master has protected for his whole life?

"Yun Ye and the young master of the Qin family are incompatible. If there are too many involvements, will the sect leader not be afraid that Yun Ye will destroy Wunian Mountain?"

Yun Ye looked at Ming Chi who was talking to himself in front of him with a smile. Although he didn't know whether the old monk Huikong had really seen through the secrets or was pretending to be mysterious, at least in this regard, he really helped him a lot.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ming Chi scratched his head awkwardly. Only he knew Huikong's motto back then, but even Mingyu didn't tell him, because the theory of numerology is illusory and can be solved.

Although I didn't believe it, I was unwilling to let Wunianshan take this risk for a ignorant boy, so I let Yun Ye enter the Zhishu Pavilion five years ago.

However, in the past five years, seeing such a smiling young man strategizing step by step and establishing the current "Shu Pavilion", I am afraid that no one in the sect is more suitable for this position than him. As long as he does not enter the world, it should be safe to maintain a century-long foundation in the sect.

"There is a certain number when you hit it, and you can't avoid what you should avoid."

Ming Chi stroked his beard mysteriously and looked at the old monk Huikong with a profound look. Why did he always not learn to be like him?

"Besides, Master, am I still here? Mingyu can't tolerate you doing things randomly."

Ming Yu looked at him with a harsh and ruthless attitude, but over the years, he has been oppressed and controlled by himself, so he hopes that someone can save him from the fire and water...

"Yun Ye has entered the Zhishu Pavilion. All the sect leaders of the previous sects are from Zhiwu Pavilion. The sect leaders should not break the rules of the sect."

Yun Ye looked at Mingchi with a smile, turned around and picked up the half-read ancient book from the low table, determined not to pay attention to the person in front of him.

Seeing Yun Ye changed his name back to "Sect Master", Ming Chi touched his nose tactfully and said no more.

Anyway, everyone in the Lizong has the final say, right? Yun Ye, this child, can escape besides Wunian Mountain? The future is long, so why bother to be anxious for a while!

The sea changes, and the world is unpredictable.

When someone stepped onto the Book Pavilion of Wunian Mountain a few years later, things had changed, and the yellowness could not be restored.
Chapter completed!