A year later, Liu Qinghuan stood on the path outside the mountain village and bid farewell to the poisonous lady Di Rou: "Thankfully, I have lived up to my destiny this year. Miss Di Rou is now well and can practice cultivation in the future. And I have been out for a long time, and I have received
If you go to the sect for a summons, you have to rush back to get your orders back."
The poisonous lady sighed and said nothing more. She pulled Dirou and asked her to come forward and lick her head.
Di Rou knelt on the ground. Liu Qinghuan hurriedly stepped forward to pull her up. Lady Poison stopped her and said, "Liu Xiaoyou, you are my daughter's savior and my Yang Meng's rebirth benefactor. Just let my daughter eat three heads for me. Thank you."
You have worked tirelessly for such a long time."
While speaking, Di Rou had already taken three solid sips. When she raised her head again, there was a red mark on her fair forehead. With tears in her eyes, she said with great reluctance: "Sir, do you really want to leave? Nannan can't bear to leave you."
Di Rou once wanted to take Liu Qinghuan as his master, but she had a very strong witch blood, and if she didn't practice witchcraft, she would be abandoning her roots for the sake of others, so he naturally disagreed. But the little girl was very stubborn, and later she insisted on calling him master, and finally gave in.
He immediately called sir.
Liu Qinghuan pulled her up and looked at the little girl he had rescued with his own hands. The two of them got along very well these days. The little girl always had all kinds of weird ideas, and she pulled him to practice them together. He also found it very interesting to accompany her.
Make a fuss together.
"Although I can't accept you as a disciple, if anything happens in the future, you can come to Wenshipai to find me."
With that said, he gave her a copy of his identity plate.
Lady Poison was so happy that she smiled so much that wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes. It was only good for her daughter to fall in Liu Qinghuan's eye. As a true disciple of Ming Yangzi of the Wenshi sect, Liu Qinghuan's status was already higher than that of many others.
Dirou happily took the nameplate and said with a serious face: "Sir, I will come to you when I learn witchcraft well. Well, also, I already have a rough idea of the Qianye Mountain formation, and I will design it later.
I’ll find you when I’m done.”
Liu Qinghuan laughed dumbly: "Okay, then I'll wait."
Lady Poison said: "It may take several years before the Yin Yin retreat comes out. Don't worry, little friend, I will take good care of her."
Liu Qinghuan looked behind the mountain and nodded.
After bidding farewell to the two of them, he rushed to the Eagle's Nest City non-stop. Now Xiao Hei and Chu Yi were preparing to attack the third level, so now he could only run by himself, and the speed was naturally much slower.
Yunzheng was still building a cross-continental teleportation circle. This time he was so busy that he didn't even have time to meet him, so he only sent him a teleportation talisman.
The letter said that he would build the formation as soon as possible, and then retreat to attack the golden elixir. He might miss the opening of the Eastern Wasteland by then.
This is a pity. But when the opportunity comes, you must first improve your cultivation. As for opportunities and other things, if this one disappears, there will still be that one, but it is not that important.
Liu Qinghuan stayed soon and went directly to the coast of the East China Sea through the teleportation circle and returned to the Wenshi Sect. Ming Yangzi was not on the mountain and went straight to the Foreign Affairs Hall. The person who received him turned out to be an acquaintance.
Deacon Lu was already a little older and his cultivation had not improved much. When he saw him, he smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. He poured him tea diligently: "Brother Liu, you must have been rushing back from outside. It has been a hard journey."
Got it!"
The two chatted for a while, and Liu Qinghuan asked: "I only received an emergency message from one sect, what kind of mission is it?"
Speaking of business, Deacon Lu seemed a little curious: "I heard that when the Eastern Wasteland reappeared, Senior Brother Liu happened to be there to witness it?"
"Well, that's right."
"Then you were missing for so many years and you were on Dongya Island on the other side of the sea?"
Liu Qinghuan frowned slightly, but he didn't know why Deacon Lu didn't talk about the mission directly, but rambled on. He briefly introduced the situation of Dongya Island and Donghuang Land to him.
Deacon Lu looked fascinated when he heard this and kept asking questions. Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to answer patiently. After a long time, he smacked his lips with unsatisfied thoughts: "Brother Liu, don't blame me for being verbose. I'm actually already in the sect."
I haven’t been out here for many years, so I’m really curious about the outside world.”
Liu Qinghuan smiled and said it wouldn't be a problem.
Deacon Lu then straightened his face and said: "Speaking of this mission, it was directly issued by the leader, asking you to rush to Lansha Island as soon as possible."
"Oh?" Liu Qinghuan wondered: "Is there something going on over there?"
"I heard that they are discussing cooperation with Dongya Yidao, and Senior Brother Liu has some connections with the sect there, so I asked you to help."
"Is that so?"
As a result, he didn't even understand what the mission was for a long time.
Liu Qinghuan was also helpless. After saying goodbye to Deacon Lu, he went back to the back mountain and then teleported to Turtle Island.
As soon as they came out of the teleportation array, they found that the area of Turtle Island was several times larger than before, and they couldn't help but be shocked.
The last time he passed by here, he was in a hurry to return to the sect, so he didn't look carefully. Now he looked at it: the entire Turtle Island is no less than an immortal city!
Disciples of the Wenshi sect dressed in black sect costumes were walking back and forth, all very busy. Many of them looked like they had just returned from overseas. Judging from their expressions, they should have gained a lot.
Liu Qinghuan only stood for a while, then turned around and entered the room next to him, teleporting to Lansha Island.
The area of Lansha Island has expanded even more, with tall and short buildings covering several hills on the island. Because it is the island closest to the Eastern Wasteland, monks from the entire Yunmeng Ze gather here, making it extremely lively.
Liu Qinghuan walked around the island, found the Wenshi faction's headquarters, and finally figured out what his mission was.
When he returned to the Yunmengze Continent, he took a boat from the Seven Star Alliance and introduced everyone from the Seven Star Alliance to the sect. Now the Seven Star Alliance wants to form an alliance with the Wenshi Sect, but the Wenshi Sect is inferior to the Seven Star Alliance.
It is a behemoth. There is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, and it is basically impossible to have equal status.
People from the Seven Star Alliance thought of Liu Qinghuan and insisted on letting him participate in the negotiations between the two parties.
After Liu Qinghuan thought about it carefully, he knew that the Seven Star Alliance wanted to use him as a middleman to see if he could get some more favorable benefits for them. However, the other party was also very measured and did not make excessive demands. He just asked him to help pass a message.
In other words, when encountering sharp differences, both parties have room for maneuver.
Fortunately, it was just a mediator, and it didn't mean he had much to do. It would just take up some time, so Liu Qinghuan naturally accepted it.
After finding out about the mission, he met his senior brother.
Zuozhishan now relieved of his duties as the master of Bamboo Forest Mountain, felt relaxed and comfortable all over. He had already traveled back and forth to Dongya Island with the ship. When he saw Liu Qinghuan, he laughed boldly and said: "Junior brother, you came just in time, I am missing
Someone to drink with me."
"Senior Brother, did you steal Second Senior Brother's wine and drink it again?" Liu Qinghuan blinked and asked.
Zuo Zhishan immediately felt guilty and shouted: "What do you mean by drinking secretly! As a junior brother, shouldn't Second Junior Brother honor me with some wine? Besides, he has saved so much wine, drinking one, two... uh, three or four jars is enough."
You can’t tell.”
Liu Qinghuan shrugged: "That's right."
Although he knew how to not see it, Ji Yue treasured his wine the most. But because the wine became more fragrant with age, it could not be placed in a storage bag, but could only be placed outside. Even if it was protected by numerous magic circles,
How could he possibly stop a senior brother with a higher level of cultivation?
"Oh, where is the second senior brother, and where is the master?"
Zuo Zhishan said lazily: "The second junior brother went to sea with others, and the master and a group of monks went to the Eastern Wasteland."
Liu Qinghuan stood up immediately: "Ah, can we enter the Eastern Wasteland?"