Chapter 957

Mu Qingzhuo's abnormal performance puzzled all the people who stayed in the punishment hall that day. In the past few days, if Ning Jiaoyun caught a disciple who committed crimes, he would have to use a power stick to fight the other party and complain. He just gave it up. He wouldn't waste too much time asking the reason, let alone that situation. He would praise her afterwards.

But yesterday, Ning Jiaoyun still doesn't believe it is true! At the moment, he stood in the punishment hall, his face covered with a layer of frost, waiting for the arrival of the new hall Lord

But no one knows what changes have taken place in Mu Qingzhuo's long silent heart in the face of Wu Zifeng. Once upon a time, there was a young man standing there with his neck on his back, unwilling to admit his mistakes. Whether it's accusation or punishment, even if he was beaten, his whole body was stained with blood and flesh, but he was always unwilling to lower his high head.

He is no one else, but her son Mu Qingzhuo, Yan Wu.

As the disciples of Fuzong saw, Mu Qingzhuo's temper was very irritable, and some trivial things would cause her towering anger. Only the people around don't know that irritability is just a means for wood Qingzhuo to cover up her inner vulnerability. Only in this way can she not let others see her mood like residual candles in the wind, make her increasingly rickety body look not so old, and make her no longer look so lonely when she recalls the past.

For decades, he lived alone in Fuzong. Yan Wu has never returned to Fu Zong since he was expelled from Fu Zong that time. He doesn't want to, but has no face. He doesn't have a legitimate reason to let him go back.

In the eyes of others, they all think that old Mu is very strict with her disciples, but they don't know that this is an expression of her love. It's sad that iron is not steel. It's sad to see those young girls in their prime. They don't know that if a disciple of Fuzong can only slightly adhere to his own opinions when facing cross examination, and can stubbornly express the twists and turns of things completely, then he will not be interrogated and punished like a storm, but only relieved

That's enough! Let the wood clear and turbid atrium be sealed with dust. But in the following decades, no one and no disciple could remain calm, answer like a stream, and insist on their own identity after entering the punishment hall. Only he Zifeng! Wu Zifeng, who has been late for decades!

But never thought of it. A boy is still Yanwu's disciple.

This is a kind of sadness. In the continuation of sadness, it also nourishes arrogant psychology such as Ning Jiaoyun. That is, the people in the temple of punishment are untouchable. Their decisions are correct, but no human body will feel the bitterness of Mu Lao.

One night long talk, sigh or sorrow, when the dawn comes out, a new day starts again. Zifeng didn't know what kind of mood he left, but an idea became more and more clear in his mind. One day, he must give Yanwu a legitimate reason for his teacher to return to the sect.

It was sunny and sunny the next day. When Zifeng appeared at the door of the dining hall in his gray robe, the dejected people inside were stunned and turned to yelling

"Lao Lao, boss, didn't they hit you?" Wang Qiang jumped up and looked around at Zifeng's injury, but found that Zifeng's whole body was intact and there was no trace of injury. How could this be possible? Just like the punishment hall, you can't think of it if you don't get hurt all over.

Qu you pointed to Zifeng and looked puzzled, "boss, who interrogated you yesterday? Ning Yan Wang let you go? " The tone was hasty, and the amazement in the eyes of several people could be seen.

With a slight smile, Zifeng turned into it and pulled a chair, "it's me interrogated by old mu."

"What!" When Mu Lao said the word from the air outlet, Lu Bai couldn't help jumping up, "you said yes, it was Mu Lao who interrogated you. How is it possible, boss? Don't tease us any more. What happened? If it's really wood's interrogation, you have to peel off a layer of skin! "

"Is a layer of skin enough? If you don't cramp you, beat you hundreds of sticks. I'll see if you dare to commit a crime in the future! " The description shows that several people are afraid of Mu Lao.

However, Zifeng just smiled, but he didn't mean to refute. Sometimes, things happened like this. He hasn't awakened from last night's shock. I never thought that old Mu was Yanwu's biological mother. The world is too small

"Believe it or not, I stayed at Mu Lao all night last night, chatting and drinking. All right, how's the news? When will the Danfu hegemony be held? If it's late, I'll go to the upper level to see the elder with old mu in two days. " As the Lord of the temple of punishment, although he has left now, he will still participate in the general meeting regularly held by the Fuzong in the late part of each month. At that time, the Fuzong elders will appear, which is just two or three days.

When Mr. Mu heard that Zifeng was a disciple of the Fu clan, he couldn't close his mouth because of the stolen token and the mess of enrollment. The other person would have been crazy.

Chi Yan severely kicked Wang Qiang in front of him and directly kicked Wang Qiang on the ground. He was vigorous and climbed up, "Chi Yan, you want to die! It hurts me! "

Hearing the sound, he saw Chi Yan plump and swallowed hard, "it seems that what the boss said is true! He did stay at Mu Lao all night! " With this goods, I don't want to pinch myself before kicking Wang Qiang!

"You!" Pointing to Chi Yan, Wang Qiang rolled up his sleeves and directly wrestled with the old man. The originally dull dining hall was immediately filled with the laughter of the past.

"Yes, twist his ear and hit him under with some force. Come on, now." several people were in a good mood

Qu you stood beside Zifeng in a brisk tone. "Boss, according to reliable news, Fuzong began to select Fuxiu disciples who can fight yesterday. According to the practice of previous years, I think danxiu will come today and the competition for hegemony will begin tomorrow." Fu Zong always does things like this, especially in dealing with the struggle for hegemony. He will never prepare in advance until the last minute.

"Tomorrow?" Standing up, Zifeng stretched his waist. One day he finally waited

"It's estimated that someone will come and inform us to gather at the middle level tomorrow. Hey, it's time for the boss to perform." Qu you smiled, but he never thought that tomorrow was the time for Zifeng to perform. I'm afraid the whole punishment hall would be demolished.

However, when several people were making noise, two beautiful faces suddenly came in outside the dining hall, like a wisp of spring water rippling in the chaotic dining hall