Li Yaoqing, the current leader of the Wenshi Sect, is a handsome man who looks to be in his middle age. He is tall and tall, with a white and beardless face. He is gentle yet majestic, close yet distant.
He had been standing in front of the main entrance of Taiyi Hall for a long time, looking up at the sky and quietly listening to the bells that resounded throughout the Wenshi Sect.
A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one bells, a bell that would only be rung for a major event such as the annihilation of the sect. In the entire tens of thousands of years of the Wenshi sect's history, the bell has not been rung several times.
He never expected that this bell would ring when he became the leader.
He still remembered that at the grand ceremony when he became the leader, the bells in the sect were ringing for a long time. The entire Yunmengze sect, large and small, sent people to watch the ceremony. The bells at that time only tolled forty-nine times.
In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred years have passed.
For more than two hundred years, he has never had the chance to leave the sect, because there are so many things inside and outside the sect that he has no time to spare every day, because the people who want to see him have been scheduled for two years, because... because he is
The leader of Wenshi Sect, one of the four major sects. His personal safety comes first. His life is no longer his own. He has no freedom since he took the position of leader.
But he enjoyed it very much.
Li Yaoqing looked at the Wenshi sect's disciples gathered in black crows below who came after hearing the bell, and fell into faint memories.
He is different from many disciples. He was born in the sect, grew up, practiced, and lived in the sect. Even if he later traveled around the world, his roots were still in the sect.
And his cultivation qualifications are only average, and he has probably reached the end of his cultivation of the golden elixir. Instead, he prefers to deal with people, and is also good at those twists and turns of power and balance, and is even more extraordinary in handling mundane affairs.
Because of his talent, he gradually rose to the position of leader.
What he wants to say is that this seat is not easy to sit in.
Wenshi Sect, one of the four major sects in Yunmengze, is also basically one of the oldest and largest sects in this interface. In addition to the numerous affairs within the sect, there are also two God-Transformation Grand Masters and several Nascent Soul monks.
Now, it's not his turn to make the decision in big matters. There are more than 20,000 disciples watching below, and he can't do anything wrong in small matters. This position is a bit embarrassing, but it's not like no one is watching from the side.
If this were the case, he would be like most of the leaders of the Wenshi Sect. In another hundred or two hundred years, he would be able to step down from his responsibilities, and with the honorable title of former leader of the Wenshi Sect, he would be able to travel around the world and visit relatives and friends.
Whatever he wants.
And when the ninety-nine and eighty-one bells rang, he already knew that his name would become more prominent among the previous heads. Everything he did and every word he said would be remembered by future generations.
People took it out and commented on it one by one, all because of: the border war.
The bell finally stopped ringing, and the entire Taiyi Hall was silent. Everyone raised their faces and looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
He cleared his throat, and countless words came to mind. All the nice words, words of encouragement, and words of incitement he could open his mouth to say, but when he looked at the young faces below, these words suddenly disappeared from his mind.
I felt my throat was clogged and I couldn't say a word.
It was a war to seal the world, a war in which countless people would die due to the catastrophe of annihilation! He didn’t know that many of the children standing in front of him today were one or two hundred years younger than him, and some were only in their teens.
Having just embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, I looked at him with admiration and hope.
And they are about to experience a cruel war, and how much can they survive after the war? Seventy percent? Fifty percent? How could he say those words that told them to die!
But he still spoke, hiding his trembling so that no one could hear: "On the fourteenth day of June in the Bingxu year of the mainland era, all members of the Wenshi sect and I, the monk Yunmengze, must remember this day...
"
He spoke slowly, knowing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, including all the disciples from Jindan and above who were in the sect around him at the moment, and he could also feel those who were too late to come back.
Liu Qinghuan could only see the side of Li Yaoqing from his position. He listened to the steady and calm voice talking about what had just happened today and speaking words of encouragement to calm the uneasiness of the young disciples below. But his mind slowly drifted away.
, thinking about what my friends are doing at the moment.
Has Yun Zheng returned, has Mu Yinyin returned to Xingyue Palace, is Mo Qianli still in Jade Dragon City in the Ice and Snow North, have Lele and the others returned to Sao Feng Continent, and where has Jing Jue been after missing for so long...
At this time, in the entire Yunmengze interface, countless sects were summoning disciples, and countless monks were conveying the scene that happened in Qianye Mountain.
They are terrified, their blood is boiling, and their fighting spirit is high!
Li Yaoqing abandoned all the gorgeous nonsense and quickly talked about the future arrangements of the sect: "From now on, all disciples of our Wenshi sect, whether they are in the sect or not at the moment, will not be allowed to retreat, travel, travel, or act privately.
Waiting for the order from the door, everything will be arranged according to the wartime order!"
The gathering in front of the Taiyi Hall broke up within half an hour. The low-level disciples dispersed in groups. Liu Qinghuan followed a group of monks above the Golden Core back to the side hall.
After that, the tasks were assigned. Li Yaoqing sat at the top and gave instructions one by one in an orderly manner. They had been preparing for a long time, and the strategies and arrangements had been set beforehand, so they didn't appear panicked when it came to the end.
Liu Qinghuan received the order to go to Yandang City immediately.
When walking out of Taiyi Hall, he asked in a low voice: "Brother Xuan, are you going to the Eagle's Nest City?"
Xuan Bo said: "Well, I would like to go to Yandang City, but I don't know why I am asked to go to Eagle's Nest City."
Liu Qinghuan thought for a while: "It's probably just in case. If everyone runs to Yandang City and there is no one to defend other places, it may give people an opportunity to take advantage of."
Xuanbo spread his hands and said: "Well, it's a pity that I have to miss the excitement of Qianye Mountain. Haha, there is an invasion from another world, which we will not encounter once in tens of thousands of years."
Liu Qing laughed happily: "I'll help senior brother watch the excitement and tell you later."
"Hehe, you don't know this, right?" Xuanbo said with a smile: "A few years ago, there was a Yunmeng Zedi newspaper, which was run by Xiling Commercial Bank. It was published every half month, and all major and minor events were recorded as fresh news.
Up there, I heard that the idea came from the Sao Feng Continent. So there’s no need to trouble Junior Brother, it will definitely be in the newspaper when I get there.”
Liu Qinghuan said: "Haha, when I saw this in Saofeng Continent, I thought it was a good idea. I didn't expect Xiling Trading Company to learn it so quickly."
"No. It can also record battle scenes. The spells used are quite sophisticated. I don't know what those people were thinking."
"Well, the battle scene?"
Seeing his curiosity, Xuanbo took out a small booklet with yellow light from Najie: "This is from the last issue. If you turn to the nineteenth page, it is about the two golden elixir cultivators who were there some time ago.
The scene of a big fight in Haoyuan City."
Liu Qinghuan turned to that page and saw that two monks were actually fighting on the thin paper. The dazzling light of magic was flying around, and Haoyuan City below could be vaguely seen, but there was no sound.
He clicked his tongue and said in surprise: "This is better than the newspaper run by Sao Feng Continent. They only use ordinary paper."
Xuanbo sighed: "It's almost the middle of the month, and the new issue of Yunmeng Zedi Newspaper will definitely have a scene of the space cracks being torn open on the Thousand Pages Mountain."
The smile on Liu Qinghuan's face faded, and the two of them were silent for a moment before walking to the teleportation array in the side hall of Taiyi Hall.
Before Xuan Bo entered the teleportation circle, he patted his shoulder: "Junior Brother Liu, I don't know when we will meet next. Let's take it seriously."
Liu Qinghuan cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Xuan, take care of it!"