Qianyu was about to inquire about information related to Leiyu. On the street, two cultivators wearing Tang family costumes suddenly appeared and stopped him.
"The second young master invites fellow Taoist monks to go to Zuimenglou for a talk." One of the cultivators said.
"I wonder why Master Tang Wu can't find a certain place?"
"Fellow Taoist, we'll find out when we get there." The two cultivators were just following orders, and they didn't know why Tang Wu was looking for Qianyu.
Qianyu felt curious: "How did you know I was here?"
"There is no one in this sand city whom the Second Young Master cannot find." Another cultivator said proudly.
Qianyu was even more curious. He didn't notice anyone following him along the way, so how did they find him? Could it be... the Tang family token?
"It's most likely because of the token..." Qianyu secretly guessed. In doubt, following the footsteps of the two cultivators, he appeared in front of the bustling Zuimeng Tower.
The two middle-aged practitioners only took him to the stairs on the first floor and then let him go upstairs by himself.
Tang Wu was waiting for him on the third floor, and he was alone.
Qianyu was about to knock on the door, but the door just opened.
Tang Wu wore an extremely gorgeous embroidered gown, exposing his rough chest, and sat at the table with a solemn expression. A table of good wine and food was already placed on the table.
"Please take a seat." Seeing Qianyu come in, Tang Wu smiled and motioned for Qianyu to take a seat.
After Qianyu sat down, Tang Wu had a drink first and said with a smile: "You must really want to know why I invited you here, right?"
Qianyu didn't answer. No answer usually means acquiescence.
"Although I, Tang Wu, like to make friends, I never make friends randomly. The friends I make must be valuable and come in handy at critical moments." Tang Wu drank a glass of wine and continued casually:
"Brother, you are a third-grade spiritual gathering master, right?"
"Yes." Qianyu answered truthfully.
"Fellow Taoist, I have something to trouble you with."
"Please say."
"Have you ever heard of King Qingpeng?"
"I'm afraid there are not many people in Shacheng who have never heard of King Qingpeng."
"King Qingpeng has outstanding cultivation at a young age. He likes to find people to spar with, and the people he seeks are all those with advanced cultivation. Therefore, he is often injured and needs to seek treatment from a spiritual gathering master. Three months ago, he made a special trip to the East China Sea to find a spiritual master.
An unborn powerful man was fighting against each other, but he was seriously injured by that powerful man. If Uncle Lang hadn't rescued him, he would have probably died in the East China Sea."
"Since he returned to Shacheng, the Qingpeng Gang has summoned all the third-grade spirit gathering masters in Shacheng to heal King Qingpeng's injuries. Unfortunately, King Qingpeng's injuries this time are more complicated than before, because the man who fought with him
The powerful man not only severely injured him, but also injected cold poison into his body."
"The third-level spiritual gathering masters can only help King Qingpeng recover from his surface injuries, but they are helpless against the cold poison in his body. Even the fourth-level spiritual gathering masters can only return without success."
Tang Wu sighed and said: "If the cold poison is not removed, King Qingpeng's cultivation will be eroded by the cold poison, and his lifespan will be shortened sharply."
"I have known King Qingpeng for many years, and he has a deep love for me. As a friend, I can't bear to see him decline like this. Therefore, I would like to ask fellow Taoists to drive away the cold poison from King Qingpeng."
Qianyu smiled bitterly: "Young Master Tang, you are too flattering to Bu X. Bu X is just a third-grade spirit gathering master. King Qingpeng's injury makes even a fourth-grade spirit gathering master useless. Bu X's going is just in vain.
"
"You don't have to be humble, fellow Taoist." Tang Wu looked at Qianyu, "I just want you to give it a try, so don't refuse."
"Then I just have to do my best." Unable to refuse, Qianyu could only bite the bullet and agree.
"Follow me, I will take you to see King Qingpeng." Tang Wu took Qianyu downstairs, exited Zuimeng Tower, went straight to the right, and approached the center of Shacheng. The central area was almost all within the sphere of influence of the Qingpeng Gang.
, the Qingpeng Gang does not look as grand as the Tang family, and there is no special area divided into them. The houses are next to each other, and a plaque is hung on the door of one of the houses: Qingpeng Gang.
This is the headquarters of the Qingpeng Gang.
This house is no different from other houses. The decoration is simple and elegant. There is not even a gatekeeper in front of the door. As soon as you enter the door, you are greeted by a flower-scented courtyard with unknown flowers planted in it. Walk straight along the courtyard and there is
Spacious lobby.
There are several practitioners with sad faces sitting on both sides of the hall. Some of these people are young and some are old. They have one thing in common - they are all third-grade spiritual gathering masters!
After Tang Wu led Qianyu into the lobby, he sat down on the side. The other spirit gathering masters all glanced at Qianyu, and Qianyu also looked up at them, seeing the look of contempt in their eyes.
Qianyu didn't care and waited with Tang Wu in the lobby.
"Alas... the cold poison in your young master's body is a cold poison that will last for thousands of years. There is nothing I can do..." A middle-aged man walked out from behind the lobby dejectedly, followed closely by a gray-haired old man in civilian clothes.
The old man also had a sad look on his face and said: "Is the cold poison in the body of the Young Gang so dangerous that even Master Liu can't do anything about it?"
Qianyu's expression changed when he saw the middle-aged man. This man was actually Liu Zhenhai!
"There is a way." Liu Zhenhai paused and said: "It's a pity that this method is more difficult than climbing to the sky. The thousand-year cold poison in your body can be driven away by the fire of the thousand-year red sun. It's a pity that in this world,
It is extremely difficult to find the fire of the red sun, and the fire of the thousand-year red sun is even more difficult to find. It only appears in legends."
After hearing this, the old man's face became even more bleak, and Liu Zhenhai felt helpless. He sighed and left. Qianyu lowered his head deliberately so that Liu Zhenhai didn't notice him at all.
If Liu Zhenhai recognized him, it would be difficult for Qianyu to explain.
"Uncle Lang, how is Brother Qing's condition?" Tang Wu stood up and greeted the old man.
Lang Bo replied: "The young gang leader's condition is becoming more and more serious. If this continues, he may not survive for three months."
"Alas, Brother Qing, a genius of the generation, never thought that he would end up like this just because of competing with others. He is really jealous of talents." Tang Wu sighed, and then said: "Uncle Lang, I happen to know a fourth-grade spirit gathering master.
Today I specially invited him to come here to drive away the cold poison for Brother Qing."
"Invite him in quickly." Uncle Lang seemed to see hope.
"Uncle Lang, please allow me to introduce to you, this is the fourth-grade spirit gathering master - Master Bu." Tang Wu came to Qianyu and introduced him solemnly.
Lang Bo glanced at Qian Yu in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief. Not only him, but other spirit gathering masters also expressed doubts. They had never seen such a young fourth-grade spirit gathering master, and they did not believe Qian Yu.
Yu's spirit gathering master has reached the fourth level.
"Uncle Lang, don't be surprised. Although the master is young, his attainments in the spirit gathering technique have reached the advanced level, and he has the level of a fourth-grade spirit gathering master." Tang Wu boasted, Qianyu could only smile bitterly, and said: "Tang Wu
Brother, I’m exaggerating, I’m just a…”
"Master, there is no need to be modest. You can quickly exorcise Brother Qing's poison now." Tang Wu interrupted Qianyu and said with a smile.
Although Uncle Lang didn't believe Qianyu, he could only act like a dead horse and choose to believe Qianyu for once.
"Master Bu, please come here. If Master Bu can really get rid of the cold poison in the body of the Young Master, the Qingpeng Gang can meet all of Master Bu's requirements." Uncle Lang bowed and invited Qianyu to enter the inner hall.
"Senior has praised me too much. I am not absolutely sure, so I can only do my best."
"No matter what the result is, I will give Master Bu a generous reward. Master Bu, please feel free to diagnose and treat the young gang leader." Uncle Lang did not force it.
Qianyu nodded. He was being chased by Tang Wu and could only give it a try. (To be continued)