Chen Qingyuan's deeds are spread throughout the Northern Wasteland. Recently, someone has reported that the Battle of Heavenly Punishment in the Southern Territory has the shadow of Chen Qingyuan, which has attracted many monks to discuss.
Chen Qingyuan’s cultivation process is no longer a secret.
For example, he entered the abyss and was trapped for hundreds of years. After returning, he was a disabled person, his former confidante left him, etc.
Among the crowd in a corner, there was a woman wearing a long skirt and a plain veil. Whenever she heard news about Chen Qingyuan, a look of sadness and a trace of regret would flash in her eyes.
This woman was Chen Qingyuan's original beauty.
It's a pity that the fate between the two has been broken and there is no intersection between them. She herself keeps her name anonymous and dare not mention the past with Chen Qingyuan for fear of being laughed at.
Be it regret or pain.
Things have come to this point, and there is no way they can turn around.
She was very clear about this and accepted the reality. Occasionally, she would listen to the world discussing Chen Qingyuan, look into the distance, recall the past, and feel resentment towards herself.
Passers-by in life, by fate but not by fate.
Chen Qingyuan has long since let go of the past, and his current idea is to get together with old friends and earn some living expenses.
When the elder Sun Fengye was in a state of confusion, he talked a lot of nonsense.
Chen Qingyuan had the foresight to record it with a photographic stone and engraved hundreds of copies.
Now, it's time to get rid of these image stones.
This is not the first time for Chen Qingyuan to earn his brother's spiritual stone, and there is no psychological burden.
Living in this cruel world requires hard work and cultivation, which is already a painful thing. Fighting between brothers, as long as it does not hurt the harmony, anything will do, and it will add a little fun to life.
Of course, old friends may not be very happy, or even depressed.
However, Chen Qingyuan will be particularly comfortable and happy.
Piaomiao Palace, in a nearby ancient city.
The elegant pavilion in the high-rise building is filled with incense.
Chen Qingyuan dressed up in disguise, concealed his aura, secretly sent a message to his friend, and waited quietly.
After receiving the news, Changsun Fengye dropped everything and hurried over.
He pushed open the door of the Accord, closed it, placed a ban, and turned to look at Chen Qingyuan.
After looking at it for a long time, I didn't see any clues. It was very unfamiliar.
"Brother Chen?"
Changsun Fengye called tentatively.
Although there is a message, one should not believe it easily. The vigilance in his eyes has not disappeared.
"Sit down!" Chen Qingyuan pointed to the empty seat in front of him.
Today, Changsun Fengye is wearing a tight-fitting dark brocade robe. His long, thick hair is like ink dye and is tightly held by a wooden hairpin. An exquisite jade pendant hangs around his waist to set off his handsome appearance.
Because he was not sure of the identity of the person in front of him, Changsun Fengye refused to sit down. His eyes were filled with coldness, and a sharp aura spread out from his body. His face looked like that of a powerful person, and he was extremely powerful.
Over the years, with the Supreme Ancestor of Piaomiao Palace sitting in charge, the eldest grandson Fengye did not have to worry about trivial matters and could calm down and practice. He understood the forbidden skills of Piaomiao Palace, and his combat power was really amazing, and his strength far exceeded what he had before.
"This is what you asked me to say."
Sensing what Changsun Fengye meant, the corners of Chen Qingyuan's mouth rose slightly.
Talked about past losses.
For example, the scene when the two met for the first time, the experience of entering the Baimai Feast together, and they also talked about the girl that the eldest grandson Fengye was obsessed with.
"Stop it!"
Changsun Fengye heard the familiar tone and was convinced of Chen Qingyuan's identity. The wary dark color between his brows disappeared, and he changed from his previous cold demeanor, and was pleasantly surprised.
"I heard that you came out of the old land and caused a lot of trouble in the Southern Territory..."
Next, Changsun Fengye kept talking and chattering.
In this regard, Chen Qingyuan did not feel noisy and patiently answered various questions. As for whether the answers are true, it is unknown.
I am very happy to see you again, brother.
Lao Hei hid in Chen Qingyuan's sleeves. Smelling the smell of fine wine, he couldn't help but poked his head out.
"This is?"
Changsun Fengye looked at Lao Hei and didn't notice anything.
"I raised a spiritual pet." Chen Qingyuan replied: "I like delicious food."
"I didn't expect Brother Chen to be interested in raising pets."
It was just a black snake with some spirituality. Changsun Fengye stopped paying attention and continued drinking and chatting.
Lao Hei didn't care what others said, he ate delicious food happily and liked this kind of free life.
In secret, Chen Qingyuan communicated with Lao Hei via voice transmission, so as not to expose his aura and keep a low profile.
After eating something, Lao Hei rolled up a jug of fine wine, returned to his sleeves, ate and drank enough, and began to take a nap.
After three rounds of drinking, the two of them were slightly drunk, with a look of drunkenness on their faces.
"Old Chen, has Qing Zong established a foothold in the old land?"
Changsun Fengye put down his wine glass and asked seriously.
"Well, the sect is doing well." Chen Qingyuan nodded lightly.
"Liu...where's Miss Liu?"
This is what Changsun Fengye really wants to ask.
"Girl Liu is safe, don't worry!"
Chen Qingyuan said.
Qing Zong is developing slowly in the old land. When he returns one day, he will no longer be oppressed like before and will have no power to resist.
Liu Lingran is the strongest female disciple of Qingzong's generation. She has received guidance from many elders. In the future, even if she is not as good as the top geniuses in the world, she will not be far behind.
"That's good."
Knowing that Liu Lingran was safe, Changsun Fengye's slightly tense body relaxed.
"Xiao Feng, do you still remember what you did back then?"
After reminiscing about old times, it’s time to talk about business.
The sound of "Xiao Feng" made the eldest son Feng Ye's hair stand on end. His heart palpitated inexplicably and he was confused: "What did you do?"
"Here, take it and take a look."
Immediately, Chen Qingyuan took out a photographic stone and placed it on the table.
Changsun Fengye frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed the shadow stone, and a ray of spiritual consciousness entered it to observe what was engraved on it.
It's okay not to look at it, but when I looked at it, I was immediately stunned.
It records Changsun Fengye's speech and behavior when he was ill. Most of them were related to Liu Lingran, and he said some inappropriate words. The misunderstanding between the two parties was finally solved. If the photo stone fell into Liu Lingran's hands, he might be blamed again.
What kind of trouble is going to happen?
"Chen Qingyuan, you bastard!"
The eldest son, Fengye, jumped up, turned his face and cursed loudly.
"I didn't record anything secretly. I kept it all in front of you. If you think about it carefully, you should have an impression."
Chen Qingyuan looked at him without any timidity.
With a "bang" sound, Changsun Fengye crushed the photo stone in his hand with a little force. With a proud look on his face, he snorted: "Humph!"
"It doesn't matter, I still have hundreds of image stones."
Chen Qingyuan had expected this scene for a long time and said calmly.
"Old Chen, you have gone too far!"
Changsun Fengye pretended to be angry, his voice was low, and his face was full of displeasure.
"I'm tight on money right now, so I'll sell it to you cheaper. For one image stone, I'll charge you 500 yuan for a high-grade spiritual stone."