After Su Qi observed the disciples who had overcome the tribulation, he found that the disciples who had not yet made a breakthrough in Mujian Square were practicing with their eyes closed, comprehending the secrets of the sword. It seemed that they did not want to miss such an excellent opportunity.
Even the disciples who have completed the tribulation naturally integrate into the state of enlightenment that consolidates their cultivation, and they join together on the great path without disturbing each other.
Chen Fan used the secret method of Tianming Sect to practice the art of observing luck, adding a layer of insurance for his disciples to overcome the disaster.
"Senior, master is awake."
Su Qi followed Qing Han into the Sword Emperor's Hall. The thirteen sword pillars were still stable, and the murals on the roof were still oppressive. Accompanied by the blue waves and dull bells, the old man with the sword box ran over in a rage and wrapped Su Qi around his waist.
The elder Ling who was standing there snatched it away, his teeth itching with hatred.
"I have become an elder of the Xingchen Sect. Master, where are you going?"
"Even my disciple dares to rob me. Junior Brother is getting more and more outrageous. I will go and talk to Junior Brother in depth now."
The old man with the sword box disappeared in a flash. Qinghan and Qingyun both covered their faces, really not wanting to admit that this man was their master.
"Two senior brothers, I need your help with something."
Su Qi explained the matter of abolishing the Changwang Sect and adding new servant disciples. He even planned and explained the original intention of doing so and the follow-up arrangements.
Qing Han was a little dazed when he heard it. He really didn't understand these twists and turns. It was okay to ask him to do simple things. If he was asked to manage the Qingyou Sword Sect, he would rather be a hands-off shopkeeper.
However, Qingyun's eyes shone brightly and he agreed very much, thinking that not only could his predecessor's plan be implemented, but the future would also be promising.
"Senior, then I will arrange a new place for the handyman disciples and plan the disciple promotion system."
Seeing Qingyun leaving with high fighting spirit, Qinghan didn't want to fall behind. He just thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to do. Originally, he was supposed to be the first combat force under the saint. After his master was seriously injured, it was his turn to take action. As a result, his senior appeared and Kazuo
When Guan Wanfu didn't open his mouth, Qingyou Sword Sect killed them all on the spot.
"Senior brother, there should be some trouble at Senior Sister Youlan's place. Why don't you go take a look."
"Senior, please don't worry, Qinghan will go to protect junior sister now."
With a whoosh, Qing Han disappeared, and the entire Sword Emperor Hall returned to silence, with only the dull and suppressed sounds of waves and bells.
"You said you would tell me everything when we meet again, are we meeting now?"
Su Qi, who didn't get a response, shook his head and smiled bitterly. He turned around and tried to open the Tomb of the Ancient Sword Immortal, but he couldn't open it after several attempts.
"Am I the only one who can hear the sound of waves and bells, or can anyone who comes here hear it?"
Su Qi shivered, and it wasn't until he walked out of the Sword Emperor's Hall that the tide and muffled sound that lingered around his ears went away.
Taking a long breath and dispelling the gloom in his heart, Su Qi stepped into the opened entrance of the ancient tomb under the cover of the shielding array.
"Woof woof woof!"
The little black dog, which had not seen its owner for a long time, ran over in a flash, running happily with Su Qi as the center, its hairless tail wagging wildly, as if to say that it was a long time to meet again, but Su Qi just moved away a little.
At the sight, the little black dog was like a ball thrown flatly, aiming at the exit and rushing out.
"Forget it, Mo Ran, let it go."
Dogs love to play by nature, so if Su Qi locked it up for a few days, it might have been suffocated to death.
"Come here, silly hair."
The white fur ball swirled and floated to Su Qi's head, flapped its wings and said: "Master Yin, Da Mao still wants to take a boat and drink."
Su Qi hugged the white hair ball on his head and took a look at it. He was suddenly surprised: "Dudao, what did you eat? Why have you grown so big?"
"Master Yin, Dumao, didn't, didn't eat, hiccup~"
"You said you haven't eaten yet, and you're already hiccupping!"
Su Qi had already guessed the result, and sure enough, when he called Jin Fengxue over, the other party cast a resentful look from afar, and sighed at least ten times while running over.
"Holy King, if this continues, the Holy Sect can be disbanded."
"Is it that serious? It's just a dog and a furball."
"That's it!?"
Jin Fengxue took a deep breath. She almost ran out of oxygen when she roared. During this time, she kept calculating the loss and needs of the Holy Sect, and her head was inevitably dizzy. However, the two pets of the Holy King really deserved a beating.
Most of the vegetables in the vegetable garden are spiritual plants and immortal roots, which are very precious and are of great benefit to the disciples' practice. The livestock in the livestock pen are also purebred beasts, and their meat is extremely delicious and nourishing, which can replenish blood and heal the disciples' injuries.
It is of great use.
But now, the vegetable garden is in a mess, some fairy roots have been chewed up, and the livestock pen is even more unbearable to look at. Some purebred beasts are missing arms and legs, which is terrible to look at.
"Holy King, the Holy Sect's loss of 19.6 billion source stones has not yet been replenished. Now this situation occurs again. I really don't know what to do. I have just calculated the losses in the spiritual plant garden and the animal pen.
The total loss is 50 billion, plus the original 19.6 billion. The current Holy Sect and the Holy King must provide a solution now, otherwise the Holy Sect can be disbanded immediately."
Su Qi was stunned: "Is it already this serious?"
Jin Fengxue said categorically: "If you don't believe the Holy King, just go and investigate. I, Jin Fengxue, swear to the Taoist heart that what I said before is true to every word. If there is any mistake, the Tao will collapse and people will perish."
The little fur ball was rolled into a ball and thrown out. Su Qi waved his sleeves and climbed through the passage to the Holy Mountain.
Every time I climb Su Qi, I have different feelings, perhaps because the purpose of each visit is different.
"Holy King."
Gu Canghe clasped his hands together, saluted, and then swept up the steps again, just like in the past years.
The mountains are covered with green trees, but more and more fallen leaves are falling. The stone lions in front of the courtyard gate look a little lonely, and the dark wooden door made of lightning-struck wood is heavy and depressing.
After knocking on the door twice, there were two worlds inside and outside the door, separating the past and the future, life and death.
After opening the door, the red and purple Manzhushahua in the flowerpot swayed, as if to welcome Su Qi.
Su Qi followed Sister Weiyang's example and watered several pots of flowers, and her impetuous heart slowly calmed down.
"Is it Duobao?"
Emperor Duobao, who was receiving a comprehensive massage, instantly raised his ears and waved his hands to make the girls retract their scrolls. A smile as bright as a chrysanthemum bloomed on his plump and serious face: "Brother Xiao Su, don't worry, Xi.
The uncle’s family in Liu Town have all moved into Feixian City, and nothing will happen to them.”
Su Qi hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Xiaobao. I will try to remove the blood marks for you when we meet again, but now I still need your help with something."
"We are all brothers. As long as it's something I can do, it's no problem."
The fat on Duobao's belly trembled, and he was extremely happy. The weird bloody fingerprints had always been a worry for him, and now Brother Xiaosu is finally showing mercy. It's great.
"The Demonic Evil Sect has been experiencing serious internal strife recently and is in urgent need of a way to make money..."
Before Su Qi finished speaking, Duobao's silly laughter came through the sound transmission stone: "Hey, brother, don't worry, Miss Weiyang has made an agreement with me before. She exchanged a list for 30% of the profits of the casual cultivator association.
As one of the founding elders, the little brother can also monopolize 10% of the profits. Finally, including dividends, the total is 50 billion source stones. Brother Xiao Su, how can I give it to you?"
"Send it to Qingyou Sword Sect."
The fat on Immortal Emperor Duobao's face trembled, and he blurted out: "Brother Su, didn't you plan that war too?"