Neither Holy Master Yunluo nor Holy Master Yaochi opposed the Taoist Sect's move to Zhongzhou, and even expressed their support.

Among them, Ye Changqing's food is on the one hand, and on the other hand is the arrival of Dao Yizong, which has no impact on Yunluo Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land.

Because judging from the current situation, if Dao Yizong settles in Zhongzhou, there is only one option, which is to replace Qingtian Holy Land.

Taking over the resources of Qingtian Holy Land does not conflict with Yaochi Holy Land and Yunluo Holy Land.

Looking at the foolish-looking Holy Lord Yunluo, Qi Xiong and others showed a strange smile, but Li Zhengqing and others couldn't stand it anymore, so they stepped forward and pulled Holy Lord Yunluo away.

"Holy Lord, you are the Holy Lord of our Yunluo Holy Land after all. Can you not be so embarrassed?"

"What's the point? Food is the most important thing for the people, God knows, right? What's wrong with me just wanting to eat?"

"you............"

While being dragged away by Li Zhengqing and others reluctantly, he complained unhappily.

"He really doesn't look like the Holy Lord of the Holy Land at all."

Looking at Holy Lord Yunluo walking away, Qi Xiong smiled, but was knocked back by Mo Yun the next second.

"You can't be much stronger, senior brother. Our Daoist Sect has suffered a lot of shame."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Xiong's face turned dark instantly, and he glared at Mo Yun fiercely. This guy is good at everything, but why does he have a mouth?

Qi Xiong has already planned to contact Wu Shou, Shi Song and the others.

In the Dao Yizong far away in Dongzhou, several months have passed. At this time, the Dao Yizong has long lost the vitality of the past.

Not to mention the disciples, even the horse farm at the foot of the mountain looked lifeless.

Those spirit horses were all dejected, and the deacon on the side couldn't help but cursed.

"What the hell are you a bunch of bastards? None of you wanted to go out before, but now no one comes to ride on you, but you're not used to it?"

The deacon was also helpless. What had happened to the disciples? The mission was not completed. The racecourse was deserted every day. It was completely the opposite extreme from before.

On top of the major mountain peaks, one disciple could be seen, although he was still working hard to practice, but his face looked like his parents were dead.

"Alas, another day of missing Elder Changqing."

"Who says it isn't?"

"Hey, senior brother, do you have any dry food somewhere?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Hey, I've finished eating here and want to buy some with you."

"Not for sale."

"You...senior brother, you did this to me?"

"Everyone's share is the same. If you don't take care of yourself, it's none of my business."

"I can't help it."

After a few months, no matter how delicious the dry food was, the disciples were a little tired of it. After all, it was not as delicious as the freshly fried food.

What's more, there are still some disciples who don't even have dry food.

They described it euphemistically. Whenever they think of Elder Changqing, they can't help but want to eat. It feels like they are in the cafeteria.

But it is like this. After a few months, the inventory is gone, which makes it even more uncomfortable.

As for the main peak, outside the cafeteria, at some point, the disciples spontaneously erected a portrait of Ye Changqing, and flowers were placed around the portrait.

This looks like a memorial ceremony at first glance, and disciples come almost all the time.

He said to the portrait with a sad face.

"Elder Changqing, we really miss you."

The expression and the language were all the same as real ones, as if Ye Changqing had really traveled westward.

Being in Zhongzhou, Ye Changqing probably didn't expect that all the disciples had already set up a tombstone for him, and they even came to send flowers every day, and some even directly offered incense.

Why the hell don't you just erect a tomb?

But the weirdest one is Wenyuan Peak.

Because just three months ago, a group of weirdos suddenly came to Wenyuan Peak, wearing animal skins, led by a middle-aged woman who claimed to be Mo Yun's Taoist monk.

This immediately confused all the disciples.

At this time, in a cave at the top of Wenyuan Peak, a beautiful middle-aged woman was practicing, and beside her was an elegant man drinking tea quietly.

"I tell you, old village chief, you still need to be relaxed and relaxed in your cultivation. If you practice hard, be careful not to fall into extremes."

"I want to become stronger. Only in this way can I be worthy of Brother Yun."

If Ye Changqing, Qi Xiong, Mo Yun and others were present, they would definitely recognize that this elegant man is Shan Hu's grandfather.

And this beautiful middle-aged woman...the elegant man calls her the old village chief, so her identity is already clear.

But this change is really quite big.

In fact, this is not surprising. After all, the old village chief had never practiced cultivation before, but after coming to Dongzhou, the old village chief and the others came into contact with cultivation and the culture of the outside world.

Not to mention, although the old village chief and the others have never had contact with the outside world, their learning ability is really strong.

What's even more outrageous is that the cultivation talents are also higher than the others.

Can you believe that a person who is buried up to his neck in dirt has a talent for cultivation comparable to that of a direct disciple of the Taoist sect?

Anyway, the elegant man was stunned at first. He didn't expect that the old village chief's talent was so strong.

What’s more, she also has a special physique, the Hundred Battle Body.

Although it is not as good as Shanhu's immortal fighting body, it is definitely better than ninety-nine percent of the people in the world.

With his powerful talent and Hundred Battle Body, in just one or two months, the old village chief went from an ordinary person with no cultivation to the current state of perfect Qi Sensing, which is far away from the Chongmai state. Far.

As one's cultivation improves, one's longevity naturally increases, and people naturally become younger.

However, when talking about Mo Yun, the old village chief still looked affectionate.

There was only an elegant man not far away who was full of complex thoughts and didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

"Sect Master Qi, Xiaoyou Ye, and Peak Master Mo, you really can't blame me for this."

He really didn't expect that things would develop to this point. He deliberately set off to Dongzhou with the old village chief and his entourage just to avoid Qi Xiong, Mo Yun and the others.

They were all prepared to die, but who could have imagined that with just a few small wooden boats, they could actually cross the boundary sea and successfully reach Dongzhou.

When I first logged into Dongzhou, the entire pier felt as if they had seen a ghost.

Seeing several small wooden boats floating slowly from a distance, everyone was dumbfounded.

Are you sure this isn't a joke?

Needless to say, after that, who would have thought that Qi Xiong, Mo Yun and the others were from Dongzhou, not Zhongzhou.

In this way, under the leadership of the old village chief, people from a whole village came to Daoyizong.

The elegant man would have a headache if he thought about what Mo Yun would know about these things in the future.

"Master Mo Peak, I really didn't do this on purpose. Maybe it's fate."
Chapter completed!