Chapter 640 Granny Mai, killed the genius of the ancient clan
Before recovering from his injuries, I met with Lao Hei.
"Brother, why don't we brothers have a drink?"
Chen Qingyuan carried several jugs of good wine to Lao Hei's quiet residence and pushed the door open.
"I thought you weren't coming."
Lao Hei snorted softly. Chen Qingyuan had been back for a while and had not come to say hello to him. He was slightly angry.
"I'm busy with things, so I only have time to come here in the past two days. Don't blame me, brother."
After finishing all kinds of trivial matters, you can relax and have a drink.
"What's your fault? Did you bring something delicious?"
Lao Hei has become accustomed to the human form, wearing black clothes and having a cold temperament.
"Bring it." Chen Qingyuan threw out a Qiankun bag, which was full of delicious food.
"Hehe, that's pretty much it."
With good wine and delicious food, Lao Hei immediately smiled.
The two brothers sat facing each other, drinking wine and chatting.
We drank for several hours, chatting about major events in various places and some interesting things.
Late at night, Chen Qingyuan put down his wine glass and walked out of the door slowly.
A gust of cold wind blew away Chen Qingyuan's drunkenness.
As he walked, he appeared in the mausoleum of the Academy.
The last time Chen Qingyuan was surrounded and killed, a melee broke out, which led to the death of seven Mahayana sages in Daoyi Academy.
Chen Qingyuan felt extremely guilty.
Standing in front of this row of newly built tombs, I felt mixed emotions.
Get the wine, bow to each other one by one, scatter the wine on the ground, and pay sincere tribute.
"Don't be sad, this is the best destination for them."
Suddenly, a soft breeze came, accompanied by a low and hoarse voice.
The visitor was an old woman dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a cane. Her face was wrinkled, her teeth had fallen out, and she was very old. She was thin, and the cloth shoes on her feet were faded. This outfit had been worn for many years, and it was full of wrinkles. The traces of the vicissitudes of time.
She is the elder who guards the cemetery. Very few people know her name.
Everyone in the academy calls her Granny Mai.
Even the dean is very respectful to him.
According to reliable information, Granny Mai was the confidante of the previous dean and the first head of the sword hall. She had lived for nearly 30,000 years, and her seniority was frightening.
"Mother-in-law."
Chen Qingyuan immediately bowed and bowed very respectfully.
"They are all old, and their life span is about to come to an end. Instead of dying in the academy, it is better to go out and fight to the death, shine out the last light of life, and live a life in this world in vain."
Granny Mai faced these graves, her sunken eyes were very turbid, without any emotion. She had seen them too much and was already numb.
"After all, it's because of the younger generation that I can't bear it."
Chen Qingyuan said ashamedly.
"They should thank you." Granny Mai's voice was extremely low, like a beast about to die, and there was a breath of death all over her body: "Without you, the strength they have cultivated all their lives will be useless."
The rules of Daoyi Academy are aloof from the world and do not interfere in worldly affairs.
If nothing unexpected happens, most of the elders in the academy will have no choice but to hide in this remote place and not be known to the outside world after practicing hard for a lifetime.
In this melee, the elders who were about to die tried their best, not only to vent their anger on Chen Qingyuan, but also to have a hearty fight to prove that they had been in this world.
Even if there is only a moment of bright light, it is worth it.
"Child, you don't have to blame yourself, you should be happy for them."
When Granny Mai said this, there seemed to be a trace of envy in her eyes. If possible, she would also like to lie in the coffin and sleep forever.
People of the same age have all passed away. Familiar faces can only be found in vague memories.
Living is an endless torture.
However, Granny Mai cannot commit suicide and must slowly wait for the end of her lifespan. She once promised to take good care of Daoyi Academy and not do stupid things when she became the dean.
The promise you make to your lover cannot be abandoned halfway. You must stick to it to the end.
Staying in the cemetery and guarding the resting place of acquaintances can make Granny Mai feel a little warm and feel less lonely.
"What your future will be like, I can't predict it at all. It's full of variables." Granny Mai turned her head and looked at Chen Qingyuan, looked at it carefully, and whispered: "Work hard and find a path that belongs to you. In this era, due to the
Your arrival makes a difference."
After saying these words, Granny Mai slowly turned around and walked towards the depths of the cemetery with her crutches.
It's late at night and the cold wind is howling.
Watching Granny Mai leave, Chen Qingyuan's heart became particularly peaceful.
Perhaps Granny Mai secretly took action to erase the guilt and self-blame, allowing Chen Qingyuan to stabilize his Taoist heart and look forward.
Whoosh——
After standing for a long time, another gust of cold wind hit my face.
Chen Qingyuan's consciousness returned to reality and prepared to retreat.
Before leaving, he bowed deeply to each of the tombstones with deep respect.
Recuperate in seclusion, and then go to Tianyuan for a trip after your health is fine.
I wonder what the girl in red is doing now.
...
Dizhou, somewhere.
The two monsters from the immortal ancient clan have a good relationship, so they always go together.
On this day, they received a piece of news, and their expressions changed with shock.
"Shen Jiang, he's dead."
The first batch of geniuses arranged by the Immortal Ancient Clan to investigate the situation were fifteen people in total, from different ethnic groups. The selected characters were selected through layers of selection, and they were not necessarily the strongest among their peers, but they were definitely at the forefront.
Before coming, we exchanged life contracts with each other.
If someone dies, the life tablet will be shattered.
Although the Immortal Ancient Clan has competition, they are very united and help each other at critical times.
"Could it be that some old guy took action?"
The rest of the ancient geniuses all received the news of Shen Jiang's death. Some were indifferent, while others were nervous.
"He has the body-protecting treasure of the ancient clan. Even if the old man kills him, he still has a chance to escape!"
The heritage of the Immortal Ancient Clan is far beyond the imagination of the world.
"Let's be careful and take this as a warning so as not to conflict with the old thing."
In everyone's opinion, Shen Jiang's death must be related to powerful people with Mahayana and above cultivation levels.
As everyone knows, the real situation is not like this.
Dongtu, a remote place.
A desolate star that is about to collapse, Wu Junyan is wearing a white robe, standing on a high place.
The clothes were stained with blood. I don't know if it was his own, Shen Jiang's, or both.
There is a huge crater on the ground, no less than ten thousand miles in diameter.
Countless long cracks spread to every corner of Desolate Star.
This desolate star may collapse at any time and turn into powder in the starry sky.
In the deepest part of the huge pit, lying a bloody corpse, it was Shen Jiang.
After fighting for a long time, Wu Junyan completely obliterated him without mercy.
Shen Jiang of the Kunpeng Ancient Clan was concerned about the fragment of the imperial weapon, and tried his best to find Wu Junyan, assuming a superior attitude. In the subsequent battle, Shen Jiang found that he was outmatched, and used various means to avoid it.
However, Wu Junyan persisted in pursuit and had no intention of stopping.