In Shenfu Sect, surrounding the three tallest green mountains, there are peaks floating one after another. On each different peak, there are pavilions, ancient trees, and waterfalls, each of which is different.
Among the many blue-tiled palaces, there seemed to be a large courtyard in the shape of a magic rune. Within and outside, disciples in blue robes looked sad, holding swords and looking around with solemn eyes.
In the large courtyard of Shenfu, Yan Songzi, who used to have white beard and hair, a calm and majestic face, was lying on the cloud bed in the inner room of the inner courtyard with a disheveled look on his face.
Xialuo, Xiahong, Xiading, Xiatai and Xiage, all of the Xia generation, all stood aside.
Not only were Yuan Xiangyi and Mi Yue, the second-generation direct disciples of Xia generation, they also looked at the extremely weak Yan Songzi on the bed with beautiful eyes.
Yan Qingzi's spiritual energy flowed freely into Yan Songzi's body, hoping to cure Yan Songzi, but found that it was in vain.
Yan Songzi looked at Yan Qingzi and said with a helpless smile: "Senior brother, there is no need to waste spiritual energy. The fire of origin of Old Golden Wing is really not something that our Tianyan realm can stop."
Yan Qingzi let out a long sigh and put down his palms helplessly.
Xia Luo, on the other hand, had a look of astonishment on his face. He looked at Yan Qingzi and said accusingly: "Uncle, you can't even cure this minor injury? How can you claim to be the best among mortals?"
"Presumptuous!" Before Yan Qingzi and the others could speak, Yan Songzi, who was lying on the bed, suddenly shouted angrily.
"Ahem," Yan Songzi was excited for a moment and coughed out a few strands of blood from the corner of his mouth, but still looked at Xia Luo angrily and said angrily in a deep voice: "Why don't you quickly apologize to your uncle?"
Hearing this, Xia Luo muttered with great reluctance: "Master, please don't blame me. I am worried about the safety of the master."
When Yuan Xiangyi and Mi Yue heard this, they looked at each other and sniffed, "cut" softly.
Yan Songzi saw everything in his eyes, looked at Yuan Xiangyi and said: "My nephew, you can be said to be a genius. It is incredible that you can draw real martial arts talismans just after entering the divine talisman. However, according to the observation of the veteran, you
Good at maneuvering."
Hearing this, Mi Yue chuckled and said, "Uncle Master, you are right. Our family, Xiangyi, was in a chaotic land before, but is the master of a continent with an army of millions of monks."
"Oh, that's true. However, Senior Nephew Miyue, you are not bad either. You are so noble and you seem to have endless foundation inside!" Yan Songzi looked at the two of them weakly and said softly.
Hearing this, Yuan Xiangyi had already guessed what Yan Songzi was thinking. She looked at Yan Songzi with eyes like autumn water and laughed.
"Uncle Master, your guess is very accurate. Mi Yue is the supreme god of this big world. However, for some reason, his power has been sealed."
"Sure enough, sure enough, cough cough, so, so, I'm relieved!" Yan Songzi coughed suddenly.
Yan Qingzi looked sideways at Yan Songzi and said calmly: "What are you worried about? Stop thinking about it and take good care of yourself."
Yan Songzi was silent for a moment, shook his head and said.
"In the past, senior brother was quiet and averse to action, and was too lazy to take care of the sect's affairs. But now, junior brother, I am seriously injured, Dongsheng Shenzhou is in troubled times again, and you and your nephews, not to mention their personalities and abilities, are just in this state of creation.
It’s difficult to hold a big position despite your cultivation..."
At this moment, Yan Qingzi had not yet spoken, but Xia Luo said anxiously: "Master, our cultivation level is low, but with the help of our uncle, there is no problem. You think so, how many junior brothers?"
At this time, several junior brothers from Xia generation not only did not support Xia Luo, but instead showed some disgusted expressions.
"Pa," Yan Songzi suddenly gathered his strength, sat up on the cloud bed, slapped Xia Luo on the face, and shouted angrily: "You are talking nonsense, what virtue and ability do you have, let your uncle help you
?Why don’t you kneel down and apologize to your uncle?”
"Master, don't worry. If you ask my uncle to assist me, I guarantee that I can make the Shenfu Sect stronger."
"Ahem, get out, get out..." Yan Songzi never wanted to see this great disciple, so power-obsessed.
Yan Songzi looked at Yan Qingzi with some embarrassment and said, "Senior brother, this kid Xia Luo just can't think about it for the moment."
"Uncle, this is not the case. Last time in Guan Strait, the real sambar who attacked the master was the one who was threatened by Xia Luo. If you don't believe it, you can ask some of Xia Tai's junior brothers!"
Yuan Xiangyi saw at a glance that Yan Songzi wanted to save Xia Luo's life, but a person like Yuan Xiangyi had already seen through Xia Luo. If he was not eliminated, Shenfu Sect and his master would be in chaos in the future.
Yan Songzi was startled when he heard this and looked towards the Xiatai people. Sure enough, the Xiatai people lowered their heads in shame.
Seeing this, Yan Songzi felt a little depressed and waved his hands.
"Senior brother, I have no control over Xia Luo's affairs. It's up to you, but please be sure to take over the position of leader, otherwise the Shenfu Sect will collapse. Besides, you have two nephews to assist you. This sect has no
How difficult can it be?"
Yan Qingzi was about to speak, but was stopped by Yan Songzi. Yan Songzi turned to look at the disciples and said seriously: "You must remember to listen to the words of the senior uncle and assist the senior and second senior sisters."
"Yes, Master!"
Several disciples of the Xia generation suddenly looked at Yan Songzi with tears in their eyes and burst into tears.
Yan Songzi chuckled, took off the leader's ring, and put it on Yan Qingzi's left thumb tremblingly.
"There is no joy in life, no fear in death. It is enough for us to meet each other and build together to maintain the strength of Shenfu Sect. We are destined to be brothers and masters in the next life."
Yan Qingzi looked at Yan Songzi, shook his head and said, "You have been really tired these years, now you can take a rest!"
Yan Songzi smiled slightly and said: "Senior brother, thank you very much. Originally, you were the leader of Shenfu Sect, but you knew that I wanted to be the leader, so you gave it to me."
Yan Qingzi shook his head, chuckled and said, "You idiot, why are you talking about this..."
Yan Songzi burst out laughing when he heard this.
At first he chuckled, then laughed again, and finally laughed heartily, smoking pine nuts, but his seriously injured body had not coughed once at this time.
When Yan Songzi's smile solidified, Yan Qingzi stood up and sighed: "Xiangyi, Miyue, let's send your uncle on his way!"
"Boom," at this moment, the door was violently opened.
Xiatai and others looked angrily, but it was Xialuo.
I saw Xia Luo rush up to the cloud bed in panic, hurriedly stretched out his hands, and pinched Yan Songzi's left hand, but saw that there was nothing on his left hand.
"Where is the leader's ring? Which of you took the master's leader's ring?"
Xia Ge and others were immediately blushing with embarrassment at Xia Luo's behavior.
"Senior brother, the master has passed on the position of sect leader to the great uncle. Besides, even if it was not passed on, how could you come in and snatch it away?" Xiatai, who was tall and tall, couldn't help but shouted angrily.
Hearing this, Xia Luo glanced at Xia Tai with disdain and didn't care.
However, Yan Qingzi has a good temper and can't bear it anymore.
"The ring is in my hand, do you still want to come and steal it?"
Xia Luo looked at Yan Qingzi and muttered: "Uncle, please give me this ring. If you want money and beauty, I can satisfy you. You are too old and not suitable!"
"Xia Luo, I don't know, what is the crime of assassinating the leader?" Yuan Xiangyi looked at Xia Luo with a smile.
Xia Luo looked at the incomparably beautiful Yuan Xiangyi, and was suddenly startled, and said with some confusion: "It's a capital crime, there's no need to ask!"
"Then how many times will you die when you threaten the Water Deer Master of Shuihua Sect and set up the Water of Creation Formation in Guan Strait?" Mi Yue's round eyes opened angrily and she looked at Xia Luo.
Xia Luo said with a "chee" sound: "My uncle was not the sect leader at that time. Besides, Master Sambar is dead, who still knows?"
Yuan Xiangyi smiled and said: "You mean, if you are not the sect leader, you can ambush the sect's great elder?"
"Although Master Shuilu of Shuihua Sect committed suicide, his disciples are still alive, and, at this moment, they are in the master's courtyard." Miyue's white index finger pointed towards the void, pointing at Yan Qingzi's residence.
"What?"
Xia Luo was surprised. He didn't expect that a disciple of Shuihua Sect would actually fall into the hands of Yan Qingzi. His heart suddenly became cold, but then he said: "So what?"
Xiahong couldn't help but said at this time.
"Senior brother, have you been blinded by the position of sect leader? How can you secure the position of sect leader in the realm of creation? Who among the thirty-six sects will obey you, and what confidence do you have to frame Uncle Grandmaster?
?”
"Yes, senior brother, now that the master has passed away and the great uncle is the leader, you actually dare to be so disrespectful and don't take the great uncle, the current sect leader, seriously at all. Are you obsessed?" The thin and thin Xia Ding also felt pain.
Authentic.
Xia Luo then remembered that his master, Yan Songzi, had just passed away, and he couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart, feeling a little hopeless.