Li Yangli stood up, lowered his head and stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on the Taoist robe, and sighed: "Everyone on the mountain said that I, Li Yangli, have a perverted personality and are in chaos in practicing Taoism. Some people say that I am moody and difficult to deal with. Lao Song, come and judge, are they right?"

Song Changqi held the armrest of the Taishi Chair with one hand and the forehead with the other, smiling without saying a word.

Li Yangli finally brushed his Taoist robe, straightened his back, and said calmly: "Of course I'm wrong. People like me are the best to deal with, either reasoning or... fisting. On the contrary, people like you, Song Changqi, are the hardest to deal with, and it's too difficult to communicate with each other."

Song Chang smiled gently, "Would Master Li be willing to tell me?"

Li Yangli glanced at Song Changqi, turned around and went opposite him, shook his head and said, "Buddha said he can't say..."

Bang!—

Li Yangli's voice had just come to the ground. In the Ancestor Hall, among the rows of ancestors' spiritual positions on the altar, three of them fell from the lowest row of five spiritual positions.

Seeing this, Li Yangli immediately shut up and rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, okay, let me tell you the truth. I know this person, but I can't tell you, I can't tell you, nor can I say it. How weird is the world now? I think you, Song Changqi, as the head of the Song family, should know more or less, so I can't tell you anything."

"According to this," Li Yangli sat on the chair, raised his foot and stepped on the ground, "Below our feet, somewhere on the earth, or in some strange place, the location of the underworld that people often say is slowly rising."

"Now in a peaceful and prosperous era, and there are many monks and strange people, so some people naturally look down on us, so they secretly made a lot of small moves, and the acceleration of the underworld is one of the means of "theirs"."

Song Changqi leaned forward, his face remained unchanged, and nodded and chuckled, "It's really important. Since that's the case, then this matter will end here. When I go back, I'm talking about Yu Nuan carefully. This matter will be over."

As he said that, Song Changqi got up from the Grand Master's chair, smiled and shook hands with Li Yangli, exchanged a few more greetings before turning around and leaving.

Song Changqi slowly walked down the mountain until he walked to a pavilion on the side of Qingliang Mountain. He stopped and turned around and walked into the pavilion. He sat down in the pavilion, with his elbow lazily pressing against the pavilion guardrail.

The middle-aged man leaned back and happened to see a branch of a green apricot tree that had just been borne, hanging not far from his head. After thinking about it, Song Changqi reached out to pick a green apricot and handed it to his mouth, and took a bite. The sourness made the middle-aged man frown.

But after a moment, the man might have felt that his current appearance was very interesting, and he couldn't help laughing and thought to himself.

Things have been resolved and the truth has been discussed. So, the rest should be discussed how he, a father, should avenge his daughter.

Anyway, that person is probably in Qingliang Mountain. No matter how exaggerated the sloppy Taoist Li Yangli said, how important it is. As long as you find this person, put a sack on him, and beat him up, right?

If it really doesn't work, it's okay to get rid of a blow, right?

Song Changqi sat in the pavilion while eating green apricots while secretly pondering his own calculations. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his father was a heroic Yuntian. Finally, he couldn't help but laugh and praised him.

"All fathers are heroes! Cough cough... hiss... this apricot is too sour..."
Chapter completed!