Since the introduction of mahjong, the level of entertainment activities for everyone in Wei's house has taken a big step forward.
Liang Qin, in particular, really couldn't stop playing. In addition to practicing swordsmanship every day, he also played games. Later, he taught this "quintessence of Chinese culture" to Liang Zhen. It is said that it has now set off a "Mahjong storm" among the Qingpao Army. .
Good guy, the army has fallen but it's still okay.
Wei Changtian himself did not spend too much time and energy on this matter. Most of the time, he was forced to be beaten several times by Liang Qin on the grounds that "three are missing and one is missing".
However, compared to poker, his Mahjong skills were really not that good, and within a few days he started to lose more than he won.
A man should have great ambitions, how can he be addicted to this small card table!
This was Wei Changtian's heroic words after he hit seven shots in a row. Although he didn't know where his ambition was, he rarely participated in card games after that.
Time passed like this for another ten days, the New Year atmosphere in Shuzhou City gradually faded away, and the shops on the street reopened for business.
For Wei Changtian, he can decide what he wants to do every day. If he wants, he can even play mahjong at home for a whole year.
But for ordinary people who "can't help themselves", the pressure of life forces them to continue to work and rush day after day after a short rest, and so on, until they turn into a wisp of loess between heaven and earth. .
This is an inescapable cycle.
It is in this cycle that the new year, which seems to be no different from the past, begins quietly.
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In the sixteenth year of Tianji, on the twelfth day of the first lunar month, Jiuding Mountain.
In the majestic main hall, Qin Zhengqiu was looking at Wei Changtian sitting next to him with a smile on his face, his expression was extremely kind.
"Changtian, have you ever felt that your fortune has changed recently?"
"That day after you killed Xiao Feng, I seemed to see majestic luck pouring into you. It must be the remaining half of heaven's luck!"
"..."
Did you see it? Where did you see it?
Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, thinking that if he told Qin Zhengqiu that there were thirteen sons of heaven, the old man would probably slap himself to death...
After hesitating for a moment, an enigmatic smile appeared on his face.
"Grandpa, I'll be honest with you. Transcendence from the mortal world and becoming an immortal is nothing to me at the moment. It can be said to be a certainty."
"I estimate that it will only take fifty or sixty years at most."
I'll brag about my awesomeness first, it doesn't matter whether it can be realized or not.
It may be difficult to predict what will happen to him fifty years from now, but Qin Zhengqiu must have returned to the West.
"Fifty years..."
Qin Zhengqiu's face was somewhat disappointed, as if he was regretting that he could not see with his own eyes what a true immortal looked like.
Wei Changtian really wanted to satisfy his curiosity in advance, but it was a pity that the ceiling of combat power in the original work was only the "half-immortal" of the first level, and the "true immortal" was not mentioned at all.
Or maybe there will be no one in this world who can become an immortal.
I am afraid that my cheap grandpa will be disappointed...
Shaking his head, he coughed and changed the subject.
"Ahem, grandpa, how is your injury?"
"It's no longer serious."
Qin Zhengqiu gathered his thoughts and shook his head with a smile: "It's just a minor injury."
"That's good."
Wei Changtian nodded slightly, but his tone this time was quite sincere.
Although no one on my side died in the battle at Yanyun Mountain that day, everyone was injured.
Everyone else was okay, but Qin Zhengqiu seemed to be injured a bit seriously. He had been in seclusion to heal his injuries since he came back from Yanyun Mountain, and he only came out yesterday.
"Grandpa, if you have any other hidden injuries or illnesses, you can tell me and I might be able to help."
After thinking about it for a while, Wei Changtian still added a little uneasily.
Qin Zhengqiu laughed twice when he heard this, full of energy.
"Hahaha, I know it myself."
"Although the masters on the other side that day were at the second level, I'm afraid they haven't fought against each other for a long time. Every move is no longer what it used to be. How could I be seriously injured by them!"
"Just rest assured, Changtian, don't worry about me!"
"..."
Qin Zhengqiu had expressed his position like this, and Wei Changtian couldn't say anything more.
But while talking here, he suddenly thought of something.
The sword-wielding scholar Chang Shuan, the white-clad Wu Tianqing, the poet Li Mingchun...
He had already found out the identities of the five masters on the other side that day. Based on the content of the original work, he also knew that the other side was from an ancient mysterious organization called "Kui Long".
The problem now is that I know too little about Kuilong.
"Grandpa, have you heard of Kuilong?"
"Kui Long?"
Qin Zhengqiu frowned and asked, "But what kind of monster?"
"No, it's the name of the organization that Chang Shuan and the others belong to."
Wei Changtian said truthfully: "Grandpa, although we didn't find anything useful from each other that day, I later found out through other methods that they both belong to a mysterious organization called Kuilong."
"I'm afraid this organization has existed for more than a thousand years and is very secretive. I haven't found anything except a name."
"Kuilong..."
Qin Zhengqiu murmured the name to himself again, his expression not showing much surprise.
After all, five second-grade people appeared at the same time, and even a fool knew that there must be a powerful force behind them.
"I will send people to investigate. As long as this organization does exist, it will definitely leave traces no matter how hidden it is."
After thinking for a while, Qin Zhengqiu said seriously: "Until a thorough investigation is carried out, Changtian, you should be more careful on weekdays."
"Yes, I know."
Wei Changtian nodded, knowing that Qin Zhengqiu was worried about his safety.
But he himself was not very afraid.
There are still more than 2,000 system points, which can be exchanged for at least four "divine strikes".
Even if that Kui Long sent the Jade Emperor to find trouble for him, the outcome would be nothing more than "death".
"..."
The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sky is filled with colorful clouds.
The two chatted for a while and Wei Changtian saw that it was getting late, so he stood up and prepared to say goodbye and go back.
Qin Zhengqiu did not try to persuade him to stay, and ordered the two inner disciples to send Wei Changtian down the mountain, while he walked slowly back to the bedroom.
However, as soon as he entered the room, the leader of Tianluo Sect, who was full of energy just now, was like a deflated balloon, and his whole person instantly became shaky.
Take a deep breath and sit cross-legged on the futon.
After a long time, Qin Zhengqiu's breathing gradually returned to steady, but his face was still pale.
Yes, his injury was actually quite serious. Although it was not fatal, he probably had only a few years left to live, and the strength he could display had also dropped from the late second-grade to the early second-grade.
How could he not pay a price for killing four second-grade men at once?
As for the nonchalant look just now... that was forced on by internal force to force the circulation of blood energy.
Qin Zhengqiu did not tell anyone that he was seriously injured because he knew very well that once the matter was leaked, especially if it was known by those so-called decent people... the Tianluo Sect would probably be destroyed.
I can hide it for a day.
Take out a breath and slowly open your eyes.
Thinking again of the little story about "meeting an immortal in a dream and competing for destiny", Qin Zhengqiu suddenly smiled.
After all, he has lived for nearly a hundred years and is still the number one master in Daning. How could he easily believe such an outrageous story?
His grandson did hide a shocking secret, but it was not what he said... This was Qin Zhengqiu's judgment from beginning to end.
But even so, Qin Zhengqiu did not regret the price he paid to help Wei Changtian.
"Family love" only occupies a small part of the reason.
What's more important is that he always has a vague feeling——
Even if there is no "immortal in the dream", his grandson may really become an immortal, and the Tianluo Sect will reach an unprecedented peak.