The first one to arrive at Kunlun Mountain was Tong Xiazi.
Traveling continuously day and night, he looked dusty.
Facing the mountain-protecting formation on the stairs, surrounded by nearly a thousand inner disciples, he uncharacteristically did not force his way through.
Instead, he chose to stop in a "humble and polite" manner, lazily raised his hands and said, "Tong Xiazi, the keeper of the Tao, is here to visit Headmaster Ji. Please inform me."
"Wow."
The crowd dispersed, and a leading disciple calmly walked out and returned the greeting: "Tong Shou Lao, the master is in retreat. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for a short time."
"So, please forgive me."
The white-haired old man with dry eyes asked, "Retreat? Which one is closed?"
"You go and tell Ji Xuanqing, this is only for this time."
"A mere mountain-protecting formation cannot stop me."
"Half a stick of incense, I will wait for you half a stick of incense."
"It's up to him, Ji Xuanqing, to stay safe or to bleed into rivers."
The leading disciple looked frightened and subconsciously stepped back.
Blind Tong saw it in his "eyes" and added with a smile: "I haven't killed anyone for a long time, so my hands are really itchy."
"I have always liked the taste of blood."
"Especially the hot blood of you young people, the hot taste is really intoxicating."
The leading disciple's Adam's apple rolled, he quickly bowed and clasped his fists and said, "Tong Shou-lao, wait a minute, I, I'll report it right away."
After saying that, he tapped his toes and quickly ran towards the main peak.
Less than ten minutes later, Ji Xuanqing's voice suddenly echoed above the stairs and said: "I'm a visitor. Tong Shou Lao invites you."
Blind Tong sneered and walked straight into the formation.
Just as he stepped out with his front foot, when he appeared again, his figure had quietly gathered under the eaves of the main hall.
He was leaning on a cane in his right hand, resting his left hand on his right hand and said: "Ji Xuanqing, you are very lucky."
"Using the luck of the two peaks to forcefully kill the Xuanmen Ji Qingchi, he dies, but you save a life."
"Although it is only a short five years, it is a great gift for a person like you who should have died."
"Sure enough, God still favors you."
In the main hall, a calm and indifferent voice came out: "My life was saved by Junior Brother Xinglan and has nothing to do with God."
"The so-called gift is nothing but an act against heaven."
"Tong Shou Lao doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall because he has nothing to do. If you don't mind, come in and have a cup of hot tea."
"Ji is injured, so I cannot go out to greet him in person."
The latter stood still and said with a cold breath: "Headmaster Ji knows the true purpose of my trip."
"In this case, if you give me a pleasant word, as long as the result is what I want, I will go down the mountain and leave immediately."
"And I promise you that we will never join forces with other forces to besiege Kunlun."
"How about leaving a glimmer of hope in your desperate situation?"
Ji Xuanqing sneered: "Would you believe what I said?"
"Okay, I assume you can believe it, but I don't believe what you said."
"On the night of the Red Luan Tribulation, you were the one who caught me by surprise, and it was you who changed the situation."
"One move will kill eleven snakes and almost kill my disciple."
"Blind Tong, why do you think I should believe you?"
From Tong Shoulao to Tong Xiazi, with the simple change of two words, it is not difficult to see Ji Xuanqing's painstakingly suppressed anger.
He knelt on the futon, facing the spiritual tablets of Kunlun's ancestors, holding burning incense in his hand, and worshiped devoutly.
Blind Tong said nonchalantly: "From the beginning to the end, the only person I have to deal with is Tesco."
"Your precious disciple, your whole Kunlun, I have no interest at all."
"I might as well tell you the truth. As a Taoist, I hope to see the six meridians of China maintain balance."
"Just work as hard as before and do things as agreed."
