Even these disciples have noticed that the master of the three peaks is stronger and his perception is naturally more acute.
He glanced pityingly at the people on the street downstairs who were hurriedly and greedily heading out of the city with happy faces, shook his head, sighed, and turned around.
"This town will soon turn into a battlefield. Qinglan, please take all the disciples to pack their things. We will leave here in half an hour."
"What?!" Qing Ling and others were shocked.
"Uncle Third Master, what do you mean by this? What kind of battlefield?"
"Is there going to be a war?" someone asked.
"Impossible! With the Netherworld Mountains blocking the way between the four countries, ordinary armies can't get through at all, not even warrior armies. How can we start a fight?" Some people immediately refuted.
This is true.
The existence of the Netherworld Mountains is a natural danger for the Four Kingdoms, but it is also the best line of defense, completely dividing the territory of the Four Kingdoms.
If you can’t get through here, you can’t get through there either.
Even if any country is ambitious and wants to attack a neighboring country, even if it takes tens of thousands of miles to detour, it is absolutely impossible to attack across the Netherworld Mountains.
But if it’s not a war, what does it mean to be reduced to a battlefield?
The disciples were puzzled and looked at the Lord of the Three Peaks blankly.
The Lord of the Three Peaks smiled gently, but his eyes were indifferent, like a superior immortal, he said calmly: "This is a disaster for the Cangyun Kingdom and has nothing to do with us. You don't need to ask any more questions, just follow me and leave quickly.
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"But, Sister Yunluo and the others are from Cangyun Country..."
Qingsu couldn't bear it and wanted to ask more questions.
The Lord of the Three Peaks said calmly: "In the face of disaster, only strength can protect oneself. Take care of yourself first, and then worry about others, do you understand?"
Qingsu bit her lip and could only nod.
At the request of the three peak masters, a group of Qingyun Sect disciples quickly packed up and saluted, mixed in with the people leaving the city, and left Xishu City silently.
But the direction they were going was not the Netherworld Mountains that everyone was rushing towards, but the opposite, far away from the Netherworld Mountains and deep into the territory of Cangyun Kingdom.
At the same time, in the quiet courtyard.
Jun Wuchen, Yun Luo, Long Yi Yunque and others gathered in the main hall. Everyone's expressions were solemn. Even Yun Xiaomo and Jun Buli sat obediently aside, not daring to say a word.
The atmosphere in the hall was stagnant, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Xiaotuanzi changed into a small snow-colored brocade robe, with two small buns in her hair, holding a fluffy white beast in her arms, and a pair of big, jewel-like purple eyes that moved flexibly, exuding full aura.<
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He stroked Gungun's fur with his little hands, and secretly communicated with Gungun's soul in his heart: [Gungun, what big thing happened, are you so serious, mother?]
Gungun was lying in his arms. Although his furry little face had no expression, his black eyes were wide open, rarely looking serious.
Hearing Xiaotuanzi's spiritual message, Gungun raised his little head, but he didn't have time to speak.
Jun Buli was keenly aware of it, turned his head slightly, blinked his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Mo, are you talking to Gungun?"
"I'm not talking to you, so don't interrupt." Xiaotuanzi pushed his head away angrily.
"Oh." The corners of Jun Buli's eyes drooped slightly, feeling a little aggrieved.
"Your Majesty, it's basically confirmed!" Long Liu walked in hurriedly, his expression tense and solemn, followed behind him by young Bai Hu, who also had an unsightly expression.
