When Zhang Xiaofan saw Qingyun Mountain again, it had been several months since he last went down the mountain with Lu Xueqi, Qi Hao, and Zeng Shushu.
The mountain peaks that were still towering and towering into the clouds were still ethereal and solemn, but Zhang Xiaofan's situation had completely changed.
After Tian Buyi discussed with Taoist Cangsong and Xiao Yicai, Zhang Xiaofan was temporarily brought back to Dazhu Peak by Tian Buyi. Taoist Cangsong and Xiao Yicai went back to make a detailed report to the leader Daoxuan Zhenren before making a decision.
Because Zhang Xiaofan lost his fire stick, he could not fly in the air along the way, so his senior brother Song Daren always took him back.
Dazhu Peak towers into the clouds and is surrounded by cliffs on all sides. Zhang Xiaofan, who has lost his fire stick, seems to be under house arrest at this moment.
Waves of light flashed by, and everyone in Dazhu Peak finally returned to Dazhu Peak after a long absence.
Zhang Xiaofan walked down from the stopped Ten Tiger Immortal Sword of the senior brother with an expressionless expression and stood aside silently. Tian Buyi didn't even look at him, his expression was extremely ugly, and he walked directly back to the "Shouhu Sword". "Quiet Hall".
Wu Dayi and others who were staying on Dazhu Peak were stunned for a moment when they came up to greet them, and they all cast confused eyes on Suru and Song Daren.
Suru sighed slightly, shook her head, and had no intention of talking. She turned to Song Daren and said, "Daren, I leave this place to you."
Song Daren responded quickly.
Suru turned her head and looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was standing silently next to her. She saw that he looked haggard. He had lost weight in the past few days. She felt a little unbearable and subconsciously took a step forward, but then stopped. He came down, shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked away. Tian Linger turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, and then followed her mother without saying a word.
Song Daren laughed dryly, with a rather strange look on his face, and said to Zhang Xiaofan: "Junior brother, since we are back, you should go back to your room and rest! But you... you'd better not wander around."
Zhang Xiaofan raised his head, nodded slowly, and said: "Elder brother, I understand."
As he spoke, he walked alone towards the residence of the disciples at Dazhu Peak. He didn't go far when he heard low voices behind him. Wu Dayi and others, who were obviously full of questions, were questioning Song Daren and Du Bishu.
Although he couldn't see it, the invisible gaze behind him seemed to be like a needle piercing Zhang Xiaofan's back.
Just when he had gone not far, two cheerful barks suddenly sounded from Dazhu Peak. Zhang Xiaofan's heart was moved, he raised his head and looked forward, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He saw Xiao Hui, a monkey he hadn't seen for a long time, riding on the big dog with his mouth open. On Rhubarb's back, both hands grasped Rhubarb's shiny fur, while Rhubarb stuck out half of its tongue and rushed over, barking loudly and excitedly.
Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt heat in his eyes, and his body was trembling slightly.
Soon, Da Huang ran in front of Zhang Xiaofan, and Xiao Hui screamed "Zhi Zhi" repeatedly, and with a "swish" he jumped onto Zhang Xiaofan's shoulders and laughed happily, habitually placing his paws on Zhang Xiaofan's head and messing around. Touch. As for Rhubarb, he was also very affectionate towards Zhang Xiaofan. A big dog head kept rubbing and rubbing at Zhang Xiaofan’s feet.
I wonder if it is missing the meat bones made by Zhang Xiaofan again?
Zhang Xiaofan felt excited, squatted down, and gently stroked Dahuang's head with his hand. Dahuang hummed twice, and his ears lowered obediently, rubbing against Zhang Xiaofan's palm.
Xiao Hui, on the other hand, was squeaking and laughing, swinging his tail sideways, and wouldn't let go of Zhang Xiaofan.
Wu Dayi, who was standing far away, muttered something and whispered: "I have taken good care of these two beasts for several months, and they have never been so affectionate to me!"
Soon, under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Xiaofan stood up and walked towards his residence, while Xiao Hui sat on his shoulder and Da Huang followed.
It seems that only at this moment, Zhang Xiaofan's figure does not look so lonely.
In the distance at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, Baguio and the mysterious woman in black, You Ji, were standing side by side, looking at the mountain tops hidden deep in the white clouds.
Baguio's face looked slightly pale, his brows were furrowed, he looked haggard, and his expression was a little dazed. After staring for a long time, he slowly said: "I don't know how he is now?"
The black gauze on You Ji's face moved slightly, she turned her head and looked at the girl beside her who was suffering from love, and said softly: "It's okay, Baguio, don't think too much."
Baguio bit her lip and suddenly said: "Where is my father?"
You Ji said: "The sect leader went to Heyang City today to meet with the old monster from Wandu Gate who recently arrived."
Baguio was startled and said: "What, the 'Poison God' is here too?"
You Ji smiled faintly and said: "It's not just him. According to what I heard privately, in the past few days, even the sect leaders of Changsheng Hall and Hehuan Sect will come."
Baguio was even more shocked and said after a while: "How could this happen? I know that my father has secretly transferred all the main combat forces of the Ghost King Sect to the vicinity of Qingyun Mountain. If these three sect masters come, the masters under their sect will definitely be They will also follow, so wouldn’t it mean that all the strength of our four major... no, simply the Holy Cult is concentrated here?"
Youji's face was hidden behind her black veil, and her expression couldn't be seen clearly, but her voice was still calm and calm, and she said calmly: "Not bad."
Baguio suddenly lowered his head, and after a while, he slowly said: "So, dad's main purpose of coming here is not to save Zhang Xiaofan."
Youji said calmly: "Baguio, don't think too much. The sect leader is true to his word, and you are his only daughter. He will not lie to you. As for the fact that our holy sects have given up their previous views this time, it is also Your father strongly advocated that in order to avoid the shame and humiliation of a hundred years ago, the four sect leaders made a strong oath together under the throne of Ming Dynasty, and took advantage of Qingyun's unpreparedness to catch him off guard."
Baguio was silent for a moment and said: "If this battle is successful, my father's reputation in the Holy Cult will naturally rise. Even if he loses, he will have a good reputation of avenging his predecessors. But..." She suddenly raised her voice, her expression as if Somewhat excited, he said: "But I don't care about any of this, and I don't want to care about it. I just want Zhang Xiaofan to be well and not to be here..."
"Baguio!" You Ji suddenly shouted. Baguio was startled for a moment and looked at her. Finally, he didn't say anything more. He turned his head and looked at the misty white clouds in the distance. He was so crazy for a moment.
In a secluded large house in Heyang City, the Ghost King and Qinglong slowly walked in. Someone along the way introduced them respectfully and walked straight inside.
This house is naturally the stronghold of the Wan Du Sect in Heyang City. That is to say, today, the leader of the Wan Du Sect, the oldest Poison God among the four major sect leaders of the Demon Sect, came here.
A hundred years ago, the Demon Sect and the Righteous Way fought in Qingyun Mountain. They fought directly against the sky and the earth, but in the end the Demon Sect was still defeated. After that, the Demon Sect's vitality was severely damaged. Among the four major sects, three of them changed their sect leaders. It was at that time that the Ghost King took over as the head of the Ghost King Sect.
But among all the sects, only the old monster Poison God of the Wandu Sect has survived. However, in recent years, he has changed from his arrogant style. Even among the demon sect, the Wandu Sect has unexpectedly maintained a low profile. , ordinary disciples rarely see this old monster.
Thinking of this, Qinglong couldn't help but frown slightly. The title of Poison God had been resounding throughout the Demon Sect hundreds of years ago. When he followed the previous Ghost King to conquer the world, this Poison God was already a member of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. He was a capable general who later took over the position of the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and even fought fiercely with the Ghost King Sect in the internal strife of the Demon Sect. How many conflicts were secretly forged?
I just didn't expect that as time passed, I would actually cooperate with this old monster.
Qinglong has not seen the Poison God for nearly a hundred years, and he is quite curious. He wonders what the Poison God has become over the years. If calculated based on his age, this old monster is probably close to five hundred years old.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked at the Ghost King who was walking half a body in front of him. He saw a faint smile on his face and his expression seemed very relaxed, but he could not guess what he was thinking in his heart. What?
Along the way, through the courtyard and into the inner hall, the surroundings were silent and there was not a single person in sight. The place where this high-ranking person lived was unexpectedly deserted.
Soon, the two of them saw eight men in yellow-brown clothing standing at the door of a seemingly ordinary bungalow in front of them, and the person leading the way also led them towards the house. It seemed that the Poison God should be It's in this house.
Walking closer, the eight men bowed and saluted the Ghost King together. Obviously, the Ghost King, as the leader of one of the four major factions of the Demon Religion, had a very high status in the Demon Religion. However, the Ghost King did not look arrogant. Everyone nodded slightly, smiled easily, and walked in with Qinglong.
In this room, there are windows on the east and west sides, and the light shines in. The room is very bright, and there is no feeling like the people in the legendary demon sect in this world who always stay in the dark.
As for the furnishings, they are extremely simple. In the middle of the huge room, there is only a table and a few chairs. In addition, there is a recliner next to the table. An old man with white hair like snow is lying on it with his eyes closed. Sitting next to him There was a fair-faced young man in his early twenties, playing with the tea set on the table. The aroma of tea wafted quietly from time to time.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a peaceful picture of grandparents and grandchildren resting, without the slightest hint of evil!
The Ghost King smiled slightly and walked over. When the old man heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes and glanced at the Ghost King. A smile appeared on his face and he said with a smile: "Are you here?"
The Ghost King smiled and said: "Old senior, we said goodbye to you in the temple, and we haven't seen each other for a long time. How are you doing?"
This old man is naturally the poisonous god whose reputation is spread all over the world. At the moment, he seemed to have a wry smile on his face and said: "I am old and no longer useful."
As he spoke, he seemed unwilling to bring up this topic again, and changed the topic: "Brother Ghost King, now you are already the sect leader of the Ghost King Sect, and you have the same status as me. If you don't mind, just call me brother. Don’t ever call me an old-timer again, I can’t afford it.”
The Ghost King laughed, looked relaxed, sat down on the other side of the table, and said to the Poison God: "Old senior, what you said is wrong, who doesn't know that you are highly respected, and we are still counting on you to take charge of the overall situation of this big event! "
The Poison God's face seemed to be startled, and he immediately shook his head and said: "No, no."
The Ghost King was waiting to say something else. The young man at the table opposite had already made two cups of tea. He brought it over and said calmly: "Sect Master, Holy Envoy of the Azure Dragon, please use the tea."
The Ghost King and Qinglong stretched out their hands to take it. The Ghost King looked at him a few more times and saw that the young man had handsome features, but his face looked a little pale, but he who could accompany the Poison God here must naturally have a close relationship with the Poison God.
The Ghost King immediately turned to the Poison God and said, "This is..."
The Poison God smiled and said: "He is a closed disciple that I accepted ten years ago. His name is Qin Wuyan. When I saw that he had good qualifications, I accepted him. Wuyan, I have not met these two seniors recently. They are members of our holy sect." If you can take care of famous people in the future, it will be better than you having to do hard work for a hundred years."
Qin Wuyan lowered his head slightly, and the expression on his face could not be said to be pride or shyness. Even his voice did not change, still calm and gentle, and said softly: "I have met the sect master, the holy envoy, I didn't know the etiquette just now, please don't blame me."
The Ghost King chuckled and shook his hand, Qinglong also smiled and said: "This little brother can have a bright future if he can join the old master of the Poison God!"
The Poison God chuckled and said to the two of them, "Don't take offense to the fact that children are ignorant."
The Ghost King waved his hand and smiled and said: "Where did you go?" He paused and then said: "But senior, I came here today because I really sincerely want you to take charge of the overall situation. Let the four major factions of us join forces to clean up the situation together. At that time, Qingyun was defeated and the temple was humiliated."
The Poison God was silent for a moment, his face seemed a little desolate, and he said after a long time: "Brother, I am already half disabled, and I am really not of much use. This time our four major factions secretly discussed besieging Qingyun, so naturally I can't fall behind others. , otherwise I would be sorry for the Holy Mother Youming and the Heavenly Evil King Ming, and I would be even more sorry for the successive patriarchs of the holy religion. It is just the position of presiding over the overall situation! I think except for your great talent and strategy, no one else can take this position!"
The Ghost King frowned, shook his head and said: "Senior, you are giving too much reward. I am the least qualified among the four sect masters, how can I take on the responsibility? Let's do this! Wait for the 'Yu Yangzi' of the Changsheng Hall and the 'Hehuan Sect' Fairy Sanmiao has arrived, let’s discuss it together!”
The Poison God pondered for a moment and said: "That's good. They should arrive in the next few days. We will meet again then. This great shame and humiliation of the Holy Religion for hundreds of years must be paid back to the Qingyun Sect this time."
The Ghost King smiled, sat here for a while, chatted for a few words, and then said goodbye to Qinglong. The Poison God did not force him to stay, and ordered someone to see the guest off.
After leaving the Poison God's mansion, the Ghost King and Qinglong merged into the crowd in Heyang City.
The Ghost King suddenly sneered and said, "This old monster is indeed becoming more and more difficult to deal with."
This sentence was incomprehensible, but Qinglong seemed to understand what he meant, and nodded: "Yes, when our Ghost King Sect and Wan Du Sect were fighting to the death three hundred years ago, the old monster was the most ferocious and impulsive, and he always rushed in the last moment. In the front, even a hundred years ago, the battle with Qingyun was initiated by the leader of the Wandu Sect. It seems that he also lost a lot of energy in that disastrous defeat."
The Ghost King shook his head and said: "This is not called sacrificing energy, this is called gaining skills. After that battle, the old monster seemed to wake up, and his whole temper suddenly changed. He kept a low profile and kept a low profile. In the past hundred years, except for us, the Ghost King, Zong, the one with the fastest recovery in strength is the Wandu Sect. But he refuses to sit in this seat, which is very troublesome!"
As he said that, the Ghost King frowned and said calmly: "Forget it, we have to wait for those two people to arrive before we can discuss important matters. Let's wait for a few days! Well, by the way, where is Baguio? It seems like there is no one here all day today. See her."
Qinglong said: "I didn't see it either, but Youji has been with her all the time, so nothing will happen to her. Don't worry."
The Ghost King shook his head, sighed softly, and said nothing more.
After watching the ghost king and Qinglong disappear, the Poison God, who had always been calm and even a little kind, gradually turned gloomy, but he didn't say anything for a long time.
As for the young man next to him, he seemed to have an even weirder temperament. Even though the Poison God didn't speak to him, he was content with himself and patiently brewed tea on the table without any sign of impatience.
I don't know how long it took, but the Poison God suddenly let out a loud sigh and said: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!"
The young man named Qin Wuyan turned his head, glanced at the Poison God, and said calmly: "Oh! Is that humane practitioner very powerful?"
The Poison God snorted and said: "His spiritual practice is naturally very high, but no matter how high his spiritual practice is, we are not afraid of him. It's just that this person is too deep in the city. You must be careful and careful in the future!"
Qin Wuyan smiled slightly, but his tone was still so calm, and said: "I understand, Master."
The Poison God glanced at him and suddenly sighed: "If those incompetent senior brothers of yours had your qualifications, why would I have to endure all these years?"
Qin Wuyan received the Poison God's praise, and there was no trace of pride on his face. He said calmly: "Senior brothers are working hard for you, Master."
The Poison God snorted, and suddenly stretched out his hand to lift the blanket covering his legs. He actually got off the chair and stood up. Only then did he see that he was actually quite tall, with a straight back. How could he look like he was sick? It seemed that he was quite tall. All the actions just now were done to deceive the Ghost King and Qinglong.
The Poison God was pacing back and forth in the middle of the room, but Qin Wuyan seemed to be much quieter than his master. The only sound of the Poison God's footsteps echoed in the room.
At this time, suddenly, a strange sound sounded from beside Qin Wuyan, which seemed to be the harsh sound of summer cicadas chirping.
The Poison God's expression changed and he turned around to look.
Qin Wuyan took out a small yellow box from under the chair, one foot square, and this strange sound came from here.
The Poison God walked over, reached out and gently opened the lid. Shockingly, in front of the two of them, on the yellow soft silk in the box, there was a colorful centipede. But the most strange thing was that the centipede had something on its tail. Seven branches.
If Zhang Xiaofan saw this thing at this moment, he would be shocked and inexplicable, because he had seen this thing before when he was a child, and it was the "seven-tailed centipede", one of the most poisonous things in the world.
Qin Wuyan frowned and said: "Ever since we came near Qingyun Mountain, Xiao Qi seems to be restless, as if he has been stimulated by something."
The Poison God looked at the seven-tailed centipede carefully, then took out a small lavender pill from his arms, put it into the box, and then closed the box. Soon, a strange sound came from the box. , gradually became lower, and then disappeared without a trace.
After Qin Wuyan carefully put away the box containing the seven-tailed centipede, the Poison God said calmly: "These seven-tailed centipedes are a rare thing in the world. There is only one pair left in the world. They will stay together until death. If they are separated, they will be together for a hundred years." There must be a feeling inside. Xiaoqi's uneasiness these days must be because of this matter."
Qin Wuyan glanced at the Poison God and suddenly said: "So, that person is now on Qingyun Mountain?"
The Poison God smiled and said: "Yes, the seven-tailed centipede is a unique species in the world, there is no mistaking it."
As he said that, he turned his head and slowly stared into the distance. In the distance, the towering Qingyun Mountain outside Heyang City reached straight into the sky. It was so majestic that it was almost incomparable, surrounded by white clouds and floating in the air.
"It's been a hundred years, and in the blink of an eye, it's been another hundred years!" The old man whispered to himself in a low voice. (To be continued)