Tian Yuan

Seeing Wu Junyan's hesitant look, Chen Qingyuan immediately understood. His expression was strange, and then he sighed softly and mourned for the eldest grandson Fengye. This guy's reputation was ruined.

"Aren't you usually taciturn? Why do you like to discuss gossip with others?"

Chen Qingyuan asked.

"They are all family members, so it doesn't matter if we say so."

Anyone who can talk to Wu Junyan probably knows it.

For example: some senior officials of Qingzong, Chang Ziqiu, Ye Yu, Ying Jiuye and others.

Everyone was tight-lipped, no rumors were spread, and they only joked secretly. After all, no one wants to be targeted by Zhang Sun Fengye, otherwise it will definitely be a headache.

"sharp."

Chen Qingyuan admired him.

"good."

Wu Junyan was serious and talked while tasting wine.

"If a lunatic tries to kill you in the future, you deserve it."

Chen Qingyuan joked.

"Seriously, he shouldn't be able to beat me."

Regarding this issue, Wu Junyan has already considered it. He is not afraid of fighting, but he is afraid of being annoyed all day long. If there is really going to be a big fuss, run away quickly and come back in a few years.

Wu Junyan controls the ultimate imperial art, and his strength is definitely among the top among his peers.

Of course, the eldest grandson Fengye is definitely not bad either. He has practiced the forbidden method of Piaomiao Palace and blended the two personalities, so he is very powerful.

However, if you really want to compare, Wu Junyan is probably slightly better.

"Tell me about you."

Wu Junyan changed the topic.

"What's wrong with me?"

Chen Qingyuan said suspiciously.

"A few years ago, the Ninth Princess of the Feng Clan came to Qingzong with a huge array to show her love to you."

As he talked, Wu Junyan became interested and prepared to describe it carefully.

"Stop it." Chen Qingyuan knocked on the table and stopped his behavior: "I heard about this, you don't need to say anything."

"So, how are you going to handle this?"

Everyone has a heart for gossip, and Wu Junyan is no exception.

Once upon a time, he was very cold, cherished words like gold, and only focused on cultivation.

Later, his personality changed slightly and he liked to talk about the embarrassing things about his old friends for fun.

"It is none of my business."

Chen Qingyuan responded.

"The Ninth Princess looks pretty good and can be your maidservant. This is not what I said, but the Ninth Princess proposed it herself. In public, she threatened to become your Taoist companion, and she will keep her company no matter what. I can be a maid to you or anyone else."

Wu Junyan joked: "I'm very curious whether the child you give birth to will be as perverted as you."

The talkative person at this moment was completely different from his usual cold and arrogant attitude.

Sure enough, gossip can make people excited and unable to hold back their words.

"If you have a child and the madman doesn't do anything, then it's really his fault."

Suddenly, Wu Junyan thought of another interesting story, and the corners of his mouth raised, imagining that scene and finding it very interesting.

"roll!"

Several black lines appeared on Chen Qingyuan's face and he scolded.

"hey-hey."

Wu Junyan knew that he could not continue talking, otherwise there would be a big battle today.

Enough is enough, stop it now.

No longer discussing these gossips, Wu Junyan returned to his original appearance. Every sentence he spoke was brief and indifferent.

Slowly, the two talked about the development of Qingzong.

For example, the construction of the sect, the training of disciples, and various systems.

After three rounds of wine, we reflected on the past.

The next day, Chen Qingyuan left.

Hiding his true appearance, he walked around every corner of the Qing Sect and felt very happy when he saw the energetic appearance of his disciples.

Many disciples had never seen Chen Qingyuan before and cast curious glances at him.

Some people would come over to say hello to Chen Qingyuan, which was quite polite.

For unfamiliar faces, everyone is not worried that they are spies and thieves.

As we all know, the Qingzong's sect-protecting formation was left by Venerable Chen. The sacred bridge is difficult to break and is very strong.

Most of the strangers walking struttingly on the road were guests of a certain elder and had a friendly relationship with Qingzong, so there was no need to worry.

"It's a thousand times better than it was back then."

Chen Qingyuan couldn't help but think back to the past. At that time, the Qingzong was very poor, adhering to various rules handed down from the ancestors, and living a dutiful life in poverty.

It wasn't until Chen Qingyuan gained some ability and tried every means to make money that Qingzong gradually gained some wealth.

"It's so fast!"

Looking at the young people coming and going, Chen Qingyuan sighed.

Afterwards, Chen Qingyuan walked to another courtyard.

Met Chang Ziqiu.

He was dressed in plain clothes, with a beard around his mouth, and his hair was slightly messy, dancing in the wind, looking bohemian.

"You're back!"

Chang Ziqiu was surprised when he saw Chen Qingyuan for the first time, but then he showed joy and walked quickly.

At the beginning, due to Chen Qingyuan's special status, Chang Ziqiu's movements were more reserved. After chatting for a few words, we gradually resumed our usual way of getting along and became more casual.

Later, I met Ye Yu again.

Ye Yu, a genius of the Huoling Ancient Clan. There had been friction with Chen Qingyuan before, and he was beaten many times by Chen Qingyuan later, so he "willingly" became a follower.

As time passed, Ye Yu knew that this was the biggest opportunity in his life, so he gave up the demeanor that a genius of the ancient clan should have and stayed in Qingzong shamelessly, not going anywhere.

"Boss!"

Ye Yu, who was lying in the courtyard for a nap, didn't notice any unusual changes in his surroundings. He was suddenly kicked and woke up suddenly, breaking into a cold sweat.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Chen Qingyuan, whom he had longed for, and stood up with a "swish", jumping for joy and shouting loudly.

"Your little life is very comfortable."

To be honest, Chen Qingyuan was envious.

"Just so so." Ye Yu smiled flatteringly, his face full of joy: "Boss, I miss you very much."

"Don't say this to disgust me."

Chen Qingyuan felt uncomfortable and asked him to quickly change his appearance and look normal.

After sorting out his mood, Ye Yu poured tea and said, "Boss, where have you been in these years?"

"I took a trip to Western Xinjiang."

Sitting at the table, Chen Qingyuan replied.

"The Emperor Star suddenly disappeared, and you disappeared with it. What happened?"

Ye Yu was quite curious about this matter.

"Secrets cannot be told."

Chen Qingyuan whispered.

"understood."

Ye Yu stood aside, nodded, and asked no more questions.

"What are you doing standing here? Sit down too." Chen Qingyuan pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"okay."

With Chen Qingyuan's permission, Ye Yu dared to sit down, smiling as if he had received a great reward and felt honored.

In the eyes of many people, Chen Qingyuan is a living legend.

It is a great honor to sit and talk with him.

Ye Yu was glad that she lowered her head and was willing to become Chen Qingyuan's follower. If not for this, there would be no good days today.

People from various ancient tribes who mocked Ye Yu back then are now very envious and jealous.