I'm the villain's mother.

At noon, everyone arrived at the main city of the Cangshan faction, and Wang Buliu left.

It's just that today's Wang Buliuxing is more deserted.

A group of people stood in front of the city gate, and the young gatekeeper blinked in bewilderment.

After yawning and stretching, he casually said, "Please show me the token."

Song Zhujun stepped forward and put his token on it.

The man glanced first, then rubbed his eyes.

"Little Miss?"

He looked up and saw that it was Mr. Song Zhu, and immediately knelt down.

"Is this the demeanor of our Wang Buliuxing goalkeeper?"

The sweat on the man's forehead had already fallen to the ground, he had always heard that the little lady was under strict rule, and now that he had suffered this, he was afraid that his job would be lost.

Immediately, the howling of ghosts and wolves began.

"Miss Mingjian! These days, I am the only one in charge of receiving various sects and factions. It is really hard. The children at home are crying every day, so they don't have enough sleep. I didn't see many people today, so I squinted slightly. for a while."

Song Zhujun smiled indifferently: "In this case, let's press it and not mention it, and continue to check now."

The goalkeeper hurriedly got up from the ground and took the token from Jingshen's hand.

At this moment, his attitude suddenly improved a lot: "Please, Elder Han Po."

After the group of people entered the city, Mu Wanwan was relieved to see the man and collapsed on the chair.

But the expression on Song Zhujun's face was not very good.

Mu Wanwan reached out and pulled Song Zhujun's sleeve.

"Don't be angry."

Song Zhujun forced a smile: "It's just that I didn't expect people to see a joke at my door."

In the middle of Wang Buliuxing was a huge martial arts arena, which was also the main venue of the Immortal Clan Conference.Going to the left, on the side near the top of the mountain is Fufang Xiaozhu, the city lord, who is the head of the Cangshan School.Built against the mountain, it is very magnificent.

Song Zhujun led the way to the door.

There is red silk hanging on the plaque of Fufang Xiaozhu, and if you look inside, you will feel beaming.

The little boy standing at the door greeted Mr. Song Zhu immediately when he saw him: "Miss, you are back!" Then he looked behind Mr. Song Zhu: "Are these all your friends?"

There was a hint of joy in Song Zhujun's voice: "No, these are the distinguished guests of Taiyan Palace." After a pause, he still asked softly: "This is it?"

Seeing Mr. Song Zhu pointing at the red silk hanging in the mansion, the boy thought for a while before saying: "Miss, you are back this morning."

The smile on Song Zhujun's face was almost unstoppable, Mu Wanwan saw the corner of Song Zhujun's mouth raised again, and finally twisted out a not-so-good-looking smile: "Understood, I will take the distinguished guests there first, hard work gone."

With an apology on his face, the little boy said, "It's not hard."

A group of people followed Song Zhujun through the medicine garden, through the water pavilion, and turned a few more turns before arriving at Shijunziju.That was the place where Fufang Xiaozhu held a big banquet.

Sure enough, before the people arrived, the commotion inside was already heard.

Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun's face, but found that it was paler than before.

Stepping through the main entrance, I saw a family of three sitting on the Lord's seat.

The woman's hair is full of jewels, and she smiles kindly.

The man picked up a chopstick to eat, and put it in Song Lanjun's bowl beside him.

"Sect Leader Song's daughter is indeed a dragon and phoenix among men. I heard that she is the head disciple of the Beast Master Sect?"

"Hahaha, yes, Lan'er has always been promising."

"Don't say it, now I see him quite like my father."

"It's a shame, it's a shame."

Guests are happy.

The red-carpeted road seemed to be filled with red-hot charcoal, making it difficult for Song Zhujun to walk.Mu Wanwan helped Song Zhujun walk that distance, and she could feel Song Zhujun's powerlessness even more.

When the gentleman was in the center, Song Zhujun let go of Mu Wanwan silently, and then knelt down.

"My son has seen it, father, mother."

The person above had a smile on his face, but it was not easy to tear his face.He could only raise the corner of his mouth stiffly.

"My son please get up."

Seeing this, Jiang Yingsi immediately took a step forward: "Under the door of Xia Taiyan Palace, the head disciple of Master Huimu, Jiang Yingsi, has met the head of Song."

Mu Wanwan also stood up at this moment: "Hello, Master Song, I am the disciple of Taiyan Palace, the first disciple of Daoist Hanpo."

Su Hu couldn't hold back for a long time, and immediately walked up and said, "I'm Xia Su Hu, a disciple of Master Cuiwu. Not the first disciple! But the other identity must be familiar to everyone, the son of the richest man in the world, Su Yan, Su Hu."

Huaiyu also followed up: "I'm Huaiyu, under the gate of Taiyan Palace, the first disciple of Immortal Cuiwu, I have met the head of Song."

Seeing this, Feng Yuan smiled slightly, took a step forward, and said slowly: "In Xia Fengyuan, under the gate of Taiyan Palace, Taoist Qinghui's first disciple, I met the head of Song, the head's wife."

Seeing this, Xiao Fengyu moved forward helplessly: "Xiao Fengyu, under the gate of Taiyan Palace, the first disciple of Master Mingzhao, met the head of Song, the head's wife."

Seeing this, Jing Shen also took a step forward: "Song Wang, do I need to report my name?"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to help Song Zhujun who was on the ground, and bent down to help Song Zhujun pat the ashes on his skirt.

"Brother Song Wang, don't be surprised, we Taiyan Palace disciples are afraid that you don't know each other, so we introduce ourselves, there is no other meaning."

Daoist Qing Hui coughed at this moment: "Stop making trouble, come and sit here. I received a letter from Feng Yu saying that you will come today, and specially asked Master Song to reserve a seat for you."

Song Zhujun looked up at the seat, this banquet was always held for one person only.

Even if her paper cranes are turned to ashes, even if the sum of them will turn into ashes only after seeing it.

Even if her parents knew she would come back today.

Still, only one seat was secured.

"Oh, you're coming back, why didn't you tell us in advance?" Mrs. Song's voice was abrupt and harsh.

Seeing the silence in the hall, Mr. Song Zhu smiled decently: "Mother is right, I didn't inform you in advance. My son suddenly felt unwell. I was afraid that I would lose my manners, so I won't stay here. I'm rude."

Mu Wanwan held Song Zhujun's hand tightly, and Song Zhujun turned his head, but Mu Wanwan's hand could no longer be held.

The hand that slid down, slid across the last corner of Song Zhujun's clothes, and slowly clenched into a fist.

After walking a few steps, he grabbed Song Zhujun's hand.Song Zhujun shook his hand violently, and Mu Wanwan quickly cast a spell to get the ashes of the paper crane out.

"What is this?" Mu Wanwan's voice was full of surprise, as if she had never seen this thing before.

When Feng Yuan heard this, he knew what Mu Wanwan was up to, and walked over slowly.

"Oh, this is the unique white crane paper of the Cangshan School. As long as you say what you want to say, there will be traces on the paper and it will turn into a white crane. After the recipient reads it, the paper crane will become a white crane. Ashes, and the traces will not disappear due to turning into ashes, and the paper cranes will remain the same and will not disperse. I just don’t know what Miss Song wrote?”

Song Zhujun hurriedly reached out to take the paper crane back, but Fengyuan obviously didn't intend to let her succeed.

Quickly picked up the paper crane and took it apart.