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Chapter 1210 Sitting in Jingwei, Quanzhen

Xiang Que and Wu Qiao took a breath of cold air at the same time. The sense of oppression brought by the sudden appearance of the old man was too strong. It was a pure crushing that made them unable to resist at all.

idea.

However, since he said he doesn't care, he definitely won't care about it now. Anyone who has reached a certain level of strength and status will always talk nonsense, and going back on their word is not suitable for their status.

Wuqiao picked up a broad-backed long sword, pointed at Chen Mingyin from afar, and said: "I have been neighbors with Gujingguan for more than ten years. If you are in trouble, I will help. Just leave this old bastard to me. I will be here."

If he can't go beyond the limit, I won't care about the rest and will do my best to add a little bit."

"Hey, Mr. Qiao, I found that you, a hermit, have cultivated in vain. Why can't you control your pretense?" Xiang Que asked in confusion.

Wu Qiao said calmly: "Because I have been neighbors with you for too long, those who are close to Zhu will become red."

"Damn" Xiang Que's speechless mouth twitched, Zhang Qingfang fell down from the hall and said: "Last time you impressed me a bit, this time I don't plan on any surprises, Xiang Que, you have to understand a truth

, if you win by trickery once, you will be caught off guard. The second time, do you really think that I, the Heavenly Master, is a fool? Absolute strength will not make people make the same mistake twice."

Xiang Que grinned. He really wanted to tell Zhang Qingfang that he did treat him as a fool. These people didn't seem to understand the situation. This was the Gujing Temple, which they had managed for countless years.

, this is also the reason why Xiang Queji Baba rushed back.

In front of the Taoist temple, Mr. Kong Da rushed over with the remaining disciples of the Kong family. After taking a look at the situation in front of him, he frowned and said, "Qingfang, is this the time to talk about the morality of the world?"

"The world has never been clean, so where is the morality?" Zhang Qingfang said calmly.

Mr. Kong Da smiled sinisterly and said: "Well, let's take action together with you. Before the people from Gujing Temple come back, we can get rid of Xiang Que first. Without him, we will avoid such a rat excrement.

After that, we got rid of his small role. Later, we will concentrate on dealing with those three old guys... Dejing, King Yan, you go and fight side by side with Headmaster Chen."

"You shameless old man, your Kong family has been destined to go down the shameless road to the end since your ancestors, bah" Xiang Que spat a little angrily.

"It's just a matter of words. History has always been written by the victors. None of you Gujingguan people can get out today. You are doomed to be nailed to the pillar of shame of history. You have no right to right or wrong.

"Excuse me." Mr. Kong Da waved his hand and said, "Qingfang, don't waste time now, right?"

"Okay, I am willing to fight side by side with Mr. Kong Da." Zhang Qingfang had a whisk in his hand this time.

The war was about to break out. Xiang Que faced Zhang Qingfang and Mr. Kong Da alone, while Wu Qiao forcefully stopped Chen Mingyin, Kong Dejing, Yan Wang and several other disciples of the Kong family.

Although Xiang Que seemed to be very supportive, he still couldn't help but mutter: "Old Taoist, uncle, senior brother... where are you?"

Xianyang is located in the hinterland of Qinchuan, which is 800 miles away. The Wei River runs through it to the south, and Mount Wei stretches to the north. The mountains and rivers are both sunny, so it is called Xianyang.

The intersection of the Jing River and the Wei River is called the Jing and Wei Rivers, as an ancient saying goes. The blending of two rivers of different colors makes the world look like it divides the world from mid-air, which is really spectacular.

At the intersection of the two rivers, there is a small village named Zhucun.

Two hurried figures got out of a taxi and went straight to a piece of yellow land behind Zhu Village. After about ten minutes, several raised earth bags appeared on the yellow land, with weeds growing around them.

It is extremely desolate, as if no one has taken care of it for many years.

Among the two figures, one of the younger figures walked up to a few dirtbags, put his legs together, knelt down with a "pop", and kowtowed three times respectfully.

The old man behind him stroked his beard and said with a smile: "You kid is really thoughtful."

"Once you are a master, you are always a father. My master's parents and grandparents are naturally my relatives. It is appropriate to kowtow a few times." Qi Changqing stood up and said solemnly.

The person who came to Zhucun with Qi Changqing was Wang Chaotian whom he specially invited from Lingnan. The two of them rushed from Lingnan non-stop to build Zhucun at the intersection of the Jingwei River in Xianyang.

Wang Chaotian put his hands behind his back and began to measure along this piece of yellow land. Qi Changqing followed him without saying a word, but his face was slightly sad and longing, his mind was very restless, and he showed a rare anxious look.

For a long time, Wang Chaotian walked back and forth on this piece of yellow land several times, then returned to several earthen graves and sighed heavily, frowning together.

"The old guy gave me a huge problem. Didn't he put me on the fire? It was a good thing for him to get out of the incident and have nothing to worry about, but he cheated us old guys."

Qi Changqing laughed twice and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty. My master can make few friends in his life. You must be the best one. If I don't bother you, who can I trouble?"

"You're talking nonsense, huh." Wang Chaotian put his hands behind his back and snorted.

Qi Changqing's face straightened and he said seriously: "Your Majesty, I will leave immediately and rush back to Gujing Temple. I ask you to stay here at the place where my master's ancestral grave is. It is estimated that something will happen tomorrow at most..."

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"In the world of Feng Shui, who is better than my dynasty? Even your master, that old bastard, would not dare to pretend to be superior to me in front of me. You can rest assured that I am here to take charge," Wang Chaotian said proudly with his hands behind his back.

It can only be said that he has dabbled in Feng Shui and Gujing Guan. Yang Gong's Feng Shui inheritance is intermittent. If he is proficient in Feng Shui, Tian Ke from the Lingnan Dynasty can be called the first person in Feng Shui in the world.

At this point, Wang Chaotian is sitting at the grave of the old Taoist ancestors!

Zhongnan Quanzhen Sect, in the Big Dipper Formation behind the Chongyang Palace of the Ancestral Court, Yu Qiuyang sat cross-legged on the ground. There was an ancient bronze lamp in front of him. The candlelight on the lamp was already dimmer than before, and the flame was pale yellow and withered.

"Fellow Daoist Yu, do you need Pindao to help you?" Xu Beili asked.

Yu Qiuyang smiled and said: "Don't bother Master Beili. Qiuyang can handle it alone. No matter whether it succeeds or not, Quanzhen's great kindness to Gujing Temple will be remembered by everyone. Three years later, I will personally dedicate it to you."

"Notes on the Double Ninth Festival. If Quanzhen asks Gujing Guan for help again, he will not refuse and will definitely help with all his strength."

Xu Beili said with a smile: "Yu Daoyou is joking. It is a great blessing for Beili to see this grand event in his lifetime."

Yu Qiuyang laughed and said: "Okay, I will invite Master Beili to witness this feat tomorrow night."

Xu Beili nodded solemnly and said: "Great kindness!"

At this point, Yu Qiuyang was sitting in charge of the Big Dipper Formation with his One Life Soul Bronze Lantern.

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