The only way to choose them all without any burden, other than to become the kind of person that Huang Fu hates from the bottom of his heart, is in his dreams.
"Why worry about this in life? Just live up to the pain of today."
The shopkeeper shook the tea cup like a wine glass. After speaking, he raised the cup and drank the tea in one gulp.
"Thanks."
Huang Huan thanked him.
After all, the shopkeeper was able to comfort him once in a while, and his hostile view of the world was reduced a lot.
"It's rare that I drank a cup of tea from you today. As long as it's not too expensive, I can treat you to a pot of tea."
The shopkeeper smiled.
Nowadays, his face is old, and when he grins, he looks a bit childish.
"Shopkeeper, are you really here to comfort me just because I consumed spiritual stones from you before?"
Huang Fu raised his head, took a sip of tea, and asked him.
"You will have life and death in the future. As for revenge or something, just kill the person involved. After all, they share the same enemy."
After the shopkeeper said a bunch of confusing words, he stood up and went to get another pot of tea.
"Calamity of life and death? So what if we share the same enemy? As long as I finish killing people and hide for a while or go farther away, that's fine."
Huang Fu smiled and shook his head, a hint of confidence appearing on his depressed face.
After drinking tea with the shopkeeper for a few days, Huang Hui left.
Before leaving, the shopkeeper stood in front of the door, looking at Huang Fu's increasingly smaller black dots.
"Secrets must not be revealed.
If you reveal the secret, even a living immortal will still be obliterated. Boy, it is rare that you have such a powerful talent and spiritual root, I hope you can react."
The shopkeeper murmured to himself, then turned and went back to the teahouse.
After Huang Fu left the Three Thousand Mountains, he went to Cai's house.
It took more than half a month for Huang Hui to arrive at Cai's house.
On the way, Huang Fu also inquired about the situation of Lingyun Sect. Unexpectedly, Shengxian Sect sent an elder to take charge and recruited powerful casual cultivators to serve as elders.
Lingyun Sect also officially became a part of Shengxian Sect and was completely controlled.
The original Lingyun Sect disciples, who belonged to the previous sect master's lineage, became ordinary inner disciples.
As for the disciples of the current sect master's lineage, they are a few who came from Shengxian Sect and are the disciples of the previous elder.
It has to be said that Shengxian Sect made this calculation very high.
Train the disciples of your sect, and then let them take care of the Lingyun Sect so that they will not have any thoughts of betraying the sect at will.
As for the Qing Yuan Dynasty.
The huge Qing Yuan Dynasty was either occupied by the neighboring Nanyuan Dynasty, or it was divided and enfeoffed, and those princes and princesses became emperors or queens.
Moreover, they did not care about family ties, and civil wars continued. Each of them wanted to occupy other people's territory, and then merge the Qing and Yuan dynasties.
It's just that their wars have brought suffering to the mortals and weak monks in each of their kingdoms.
They had basically no resistance and were captured to serve as soldiers and became the dead souls of their struggle.
After hearing the news, Huang Hui, the person involved, didn't pay much attention to it.
Now that what has been done, it will be very difficult to undo it.
In addition, he is not sure whether he has the ability to govern.
And he's not famous.
He can't just raise his arms and have people immediately support him, and then start to integrate these divided dynasties, right?
Even if there is, he doesn't want to go to such trouble, and he has no interest in these powers.
His top priority now is to find ways to resurrect Sister Feng. As long as it's not about his own Sister Feng, then he won't care about anything.
But he himself didn't know that his reputation had spread privately.
If it weren't for the silence orders of these princes and princesses, they would be killed immediately if they said such words. I'm afraid Huang Fu would know about it when he passed by.
Huang Fu didn't think much. He exuded his spiritual consciousness and found that there seemed to be no god-transforming monks in the Cai family.
However, there are about three Yuan Ying Yuan who are perfect. As long as you have the opportunity, you may be able to step into the God Transformation at any time.
Huang Fu recalled the aura of Saint Caiqi from before and found that no matter how much he searched, he could not find it.
Huang Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly asked, "Is it possible that he is already dead?"
Since his spiritual sense couldn't detect it, Huang Fu could only find someone to inquire about it.
He sneaked into the Cai family's mansion.
After a while, the Cai family's servant was found.
"Say, I want all the information about Saint Caiqi."
Huang Fu took this slave to a place where no one often came, shielded the surroundings, and asked aloud.
"Sir, I don't know about the situation of the seventh young master. Over the years, I only know that the seventh young master has gone to retreat, and there is no further information. I really don't know anything else."
The servant knelt on the ground and cried out in reply, without any intention of deceiving Huang Fu.
"Then where did he retreat?"
Huang Fu asked again, staring intently at the slave.
This time the slave cried loudly and begged for mercy, almost wiping his tears and snot on Huang Fu's clothes.
However, Huang Fu kicked him away, which prevented him from succeeding.
"You really didn't lie to me? The person who lied to me died miserably."
Huang Fu stared at this slave with cold eyes and said coldly.
The slave's whole body went cold, and then he cried for mercy: "It's really not, really not! I'm just a servant of the Cai family, how can I know anything deeper!"
"I'll let you go this time."
Huang Fu knocked him out and then walked deeper into Cai's house.
After a while, he met a man wearing a robe made of fine fabrics.
He is obviously a collateral or direct descendant of the Cai family.
Huang Fu immediately locked onto him.
His figure flashed.
When I looked again, the Cai family member had disappeared.
"Tell me, where is Saint Caiqi?"
Huang Fu narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke.
"Who are you?"
He scolded angrily, without fear of Huang Huan, and asked coldly.
"If you don't give me the answer I want to know, then I will be the one to kill you."
Seeing him like this, Huang Fu immediately released his pressure and said coldly.
His body felt as if it was suddenly pressed down by a heavy mountain, and he let out a muffled groan.
"Don't, don't kill me, I said, I said everything, as long as I know, I will tell you, and I also know who my mother has had an affair with over the years, I will tell you everything I know, please
Don’t kill me!”
After Huang Fu released such powerful pressure, he blurted out the little secret in his heart.
However, Huang Fu didn't have much curiosity about this. Instead, he felt disgusted and disgusted by the fact that his mother was having an affair with anyone.
"I'll say it again, where is Saint Caiqi?"
Huang Fu asked coldly.
"He is in retreat."
"Where to retreat?"
"Tianya Ridge, south of Caijia, is inside the big rock on the top of Tianya Ridge."
"If you dare to lie to me, wait for death; if you want the power of the family to kill me, be prepared to be exterminated by me."
Huang Fu made a cold voice, like the voice coming from the devil in the netherworld.