Chapter four hundred and eighteen the gossip elders
"Oh, that's it. I'm responsible for this. You can go back. I'll be here in the afternoon. I'll recruit twenty seventh-level monks for you." Hun Qi said.
"Yes, elder." Yang Hui said.
"Don't call me elder." Hun Qi said to Yang Hui.
"What?" Yang Hui didn't know what to call him instead.
"Just call me Hun Qi." Hun Qi said.
"This...isn't appropriate..." Yang Hui said.
"There is nothing inappropriate. Everyone in the Qianzong family calls me Hun Qi." Hun Qi said. "But the only people who know that I am Elder Kun are my weeding team and the sect leader. You are the first one.
exception."
"Oh, okay." Yang Hui said, since everyone in Chengqianzong called him that, and Hun Qi didn't want to reveal his identity, he had no choice but to call him that.
"Okay, you go back and clean up." Hun Qi said.
"Pack it up?" Yang Hui looked confused. What to pack up?
"Yes, pack your bedroll, you have been promoted to a formal disciple now." Hun Qi said.
"What? When did this happen?" Yang Hui was a little confused. He had been promoted to a formal disciple. How could he not know it?
"That's what I said just now." Hun Qi said.
"Oh, okay." Yang Hui finally understood that this was the special care Hun Qi gave him, "Thank you, Elder Kun."
"Huh?" Hun Qi glanced at Yang Hui.
Yang Hui understood immediately. "Thank you Hun Qi."
Hun Qi nodded with satisfaction.
Yang Hui went down. Yang Hui always felt that there was something about this Soul Seven that made him seem to be attracted to him.
Just after Yang Hui left, Hun Qi's pupils flashed with a strange light. That was unique to the Hun clan.
Obviously, Hun Qi also knew that Yang Hui was a descendant of the Hun clan, but Yang Hui didn't know that.
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Wait until everything is sorted out.
Yang Hui took a rest, and soon it was afternoon, so Yang Hui went directly.
"Soul Seven." Yang Hui saw him again.
"Yes." Hun Qi nodded. "These are the monks I gave you. Hurry up."
"I understand." Yang Hui said. "Hun Qi, how should I command these monks?"
"Hahaha, how to command? Do you want someone to teach you this?" Hun Qi said.
"Okay." Yang Hui understood what Hun Qi meant, which was to direct it himself.
"You guys, follow me." Yang Hui said.
"Yes." The answers of these guys were surprisingly unified.
"Let's go." Yang Hui said.
The pace of these guys is also surprisingly uniform.
"What is going on?" Yang Hui said in confusion.
"Sir, we are the weeding team directly under Master Soul Seven. The role of the weeding team is to weed out all those who rebel against fate." One person said.
"I understand." Yang Hui knew that these guys would kill without batting an eyelid. They only served Hun Qi.
"It's easy for things to go wrong with your uniform pace. Your goal is too big," Yang Hui said.
"You want us to be more casual?" one of the leaders said.
"Well, that's it." Yang Hui said.
In an instant, the group of people, who were as neat as an army, turned out to be as lazy as hooligans, and some of them even flirted with the monks next to them.
Yang Hui is actually very helpless, and the goal of doing this is also very big.
"Please... you are actually more likely to be taken seriously this way, okay?" Yang Hui said.
"Understood." The leader said. Then with a movement of the leader, these people seemed to have turned into normal monks, and they didn't know anyone around them. If it weren't for the fact that they were together now, Yang Hui wouldn't Treat them as real ordinary monks.
"Very good." Yang Hui said.
Now Yang Hui wants them to monitor the fourth elder.
"Target, Qianzong Guest Room No. 1, mission, monitor the movements of people inside. Time, three days. Start now." Yang Hui knew that these guys were purely militarized, so he told them like this, They can still understand it.
"Yes." The leader agreed.
"Disperse your actions and pretend to be ordinary monks." Yang Hui continued to order.
"Yes!" Then these guys disappeared in front of Yang Hui's eyes in an instant.
The weeding team is indeed a good thing. This kind of team is similar to the special forces. Their combat effectiveness can be as close as that of monks who are one level higher than themselves.
Yang Hui asked the weeding team to go, but of course Yang Hui himself would not go.
Now Yang Hui has more important things to do.
Yang Hui is going to do something now, of course, to meet Mu Qingting.
He had something he wanted to tell Mu Qingting.
"Yunshan?" Mu Qingting stared at the scenery in a daze.
A large piece of lawn makes people feel the vitality of spring. Walking on it, it feels soft, as if walking on water, and it makes you feel like you can’t bear to step on it. The plum trees on the edge of the lawn are in full bloom, and under the trees Walking down the lawn, a few petals floated down from time to time. There was another orchid under the tree, exuding bursts of fragrance, making people feel relaxed and happy. The orange tree on the other side of the lawn was full of white flowers, symbolizing the autumn harvest. There was a trail to the left of the orange tree. Quiet and quiet, there is a small bamboo forest next to you. Walking in it, you can't help but slow down, cluck, cluck, cluck... A few hens are chirping leisurely and pecking at bugs in the grass, and the birds on the trees are chirping. , dancing, the singing is very beautiful. There is another breeze, taking a deep breath, it immediately refreshes people. After the breeze, one or two leaves flutter down, like a few butterflies flying, very beautiful, people feel I am in a fairyland. At this time, my heart is as level as a mirror like the West Lake. Looking at the sky, it seems that the sky is bluer; looking at the mountains, it seems that the mountains are greener; looking at the grass, it seems that the grass is greener .
It seems that Mu Qingting is also resting very leisurely.
"Sect Master." Yang Hui came over.
"Huh?" Mu Qingting didn't expect that Yang Hui would come to find him now.
"I forgot to tell the sect leader before. The fourth elder said that he wanted to chat with you or one of the elders and enjoy the scenery together." Yang Hui said.
"Well, I understand, but I don't think I need to go." Mu Qingting said. "Someone will go." Mu Qingting smiled strangely and then said nothing.
"Sect Master..." Yang Hui wanted to tell Mu Qingting that he was Yuncheng's "true identity", but thought about it and shut up.
"Huh?" Mu Qingting looked at Yang Hui, wondering what Yang Hui wanted to say.
"That's it..." Yang Hui didn't know how to speak. After all, for Mu Qingting, this was a deception.
"Okay, I know what you mean. You want a reward, don't you? I promised you before that I would accept you as an inner disciple." Mu Qingting said.
"No..." Yang Hui thought to himself, that's not what you meant.
"Okay, let's go down. I have something else to do and I won't talk to you anymore." Mu Qingting said, and then left directly.
Yang Hui was stunned on the spot, okay, I won’t tell you if I don’t want to know.
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"Okay, don't dwell on such meaningless things." Xuanli said.
"Is it something meaningless?" Yang Hui was in a daze. "I think it's very meaningful. Because at least if I tell them, they won't have any doubts about me."
"Let me ask you, are you short-sighted?" Xuanli asked. "If you tell them your identity, do you think they will still believe you?"
"This..." Yang Hui didn't know what to say.
"Okay, you can decide for yourself." Xuanli disappeared directly.
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Yang Hui is also doing nothing here, just to pass the time.
Moreover, Yang Hui discovered a very funny thing.
I don’t know whether Cheng Qianzong is too close to the people, or Mu Qingting likes this style.
Whether it is a grand palace or a short farmhouse that is ignored by others, they all have a simple and down-to-earth style, matching the rhythm of the yellow earth, coupled with the soft hum of the Baqiao weeping willows, the bright red
The peppers drying on the door and the golden corn cobs hanging on the wall of the courtyard are really full of sound and color. The combination of manpower and nature is so perfect and natural that people can't help but admire it.
There are some things hanging at the entrance of the sect... They are really friendly enough...
Yang Hui also expressed that he was speechless, but the scenery here was really nice.
Furry soft grass covers the yard, and morning glories scramble to climb up the apple-green fence; and every autumn, the old maple tree in front of the house always warmly envelopes the entire cottage and garden.
In the colorful clothes woven by red leaves, the loneliness and longing of strangers are transformed.
"Alas..." Yang Hui couldn't help but sigh, what are Jing Lanqing and Yang Xin doing now... Could he have to struggle here for months alone for the earth soul?
By the way, I still have the seeds that Mo Nianshan transformed into. I don’t know when I can send them to the Wanhua Sect so that the people of the Wanhua Sect can give Mo Nianshan a new life.
Yang Hui regretted it now. He should have given the seeds transformed by Mo Nianshan directly to Xiao Qian's sister. In this case, Mo Nianshan might be able to be resurrected as soon as possible.
However, after all, Mo Nianshan saved him with his own life, so Yang Hui did not dare to hand over the seeds easily. He had to see Mo Nianshan resurrected with his own eyes.
Yang Hui cherished his thoughts there, and then kept wandering there. He saw a small flower.
The flowers stretch out, the petals are pure and smooth, like carved jade and qiong, and the stamens are yellow, with yellow and white contrasting each other. They are elegant and ice-clean, graceful and moving. The breeze passes through the courtyard, and the delicate white flowers are like the icy pose on the hair of a beautiful woman.
Juanjuan's hostas are like white butterflies fluttering among the green leaves.
It seems like Mo Nianshan... I don't know why Yang Hui actually has some lingering feelings for Mo Nianshan in his heart.
Alas... Yang Hui has no choice at all. Now he can only improve his strength to have his own world, for himself, for Yang Xin, for Jing Lanqing, and for the real reason why his parents died at that time.
Yang Hui adjusted his breath and then went to find the weeding teams.
After all, the current goal is to monitor the actions of the four elders.
Soon, the sunshine passed.
"Sir, there is nothing unusual at the moment." The captain of the weeding team said.
"Well, continue to monitor." Yang Hui is not in the mood to know these things now. He is very confused now.
That sense of confusion that arose spontaneously appeared in Yang Hui again.
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"Okay, let's make this decision." In Tianhua City, the elders and heads of the four major families discussed together.
"I don't understand why you made such a decision." The head of the Shen family did not understand the attitude of these heads and elders.
"The power of the Demon Sealing Valley is too great. We have to succumb to them. Do you think I am willing? Isn't my Yang Xin also in the Wan Teng Sect?" Jiang Tianhua said angrily.
"Why do we have to be their pawn? Isn't it good for us to remain neutral?" said the head of the Shen family.
"No," the head of the Jing family said. "The Demon-Sealing Valley is really too domineering. If we don't submit, maybe our entire Tianhua City will be destroyed by the Demon-Sealing Valley."
"Destruction? Isn't that too exaggerated?" the head of the Shen family said.
"Isn't it true? Do you think that Feng Mo Valley doesn't have the ability or the courage?" Jiang Tianhua retorted.
"No, they are about to start a war now and have no time to spare their hands." The head of the Shen family said.
"There is no time now, will there be no time in the future? The most powerful person among us has only just approached the seventh level. The other party sent a seventh-level monk, which can almost wipe out our group." The head of the Jing family said.
"Well, I agree with the Jing Family Patriarch. We must do this." Jiang Tianhua said.
"Then it's decided." The head of the Jing family said.
"That's it," Jiang Tianhua said.
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"Sect Master, the war is about to break out. Now we only have Sifang Pavilion and Longyin Temple have announced their support for us. Although Cheng Qianzong has also said so, I am not sure whether Yuncheng can allow Cheng Qianzong to fight alongside us."
The minister of Yuheng Department said.
"That guy named Yun Cheng, I believe him." The sect leader said.
"How can the sect master be so confident?" said the Minister of Yuheng Department.
"Of course, you don't need to worry about this." The sect master said. "You just need to know that he will definitely not let us down."
"Yes, I understand." The waiter said.
"Even if the people who inherit Qianzong don't come, our idle monks can still match their role." The sect leader said.
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"Grandpa, maybe the fourth elder will fail this time." Ren Xiaotian said.
"I understand." Valley Master Ren said. "Even if we inherit the Qianzong, so what, we are not trying to eliminate the Wan Teng Sect at all, we are just trying to attract attention. Now almost everyone in Tiantong Continent believes it.
We are here to attack the Wan Teng Sect, not what we want to do."
"Is this enough?" Ren Xiaotian asked.
"Yes, that's enough." Valley Master Ren said.
"Okay, I understand." Ren Xiaotian walked away angrily.
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When the breeze blows, there is no sound here, because there is not a holly branch or an evergreen tree to make a whistling sound. The hawthorn and hazel bushes with no leaves left are as silent as the worn white stones in the middle of the path.
The sound of the rushing water on the mountain peaks and the squawking of the water birds hovering by the water's edge make people feel extremely quiet. The afterglow of the setting sun shines brightly and dimly in the east due to the obstruction of the mountains and rocks.
On the cliff on the bank, it then bounced from the cliff to the river surface, and then reflected from the river surface to the trees on the other side, making the cliffs, water surface and trees look strange.
The color of the mountain gradually becomes softer, and the shape of the mountain gradually becomes softer. You can reach out and touch the feeling of gelatin. The stream here is slow, lingering around the foot of every mountain. On the west bank of the gently rippling stream, there are many trees taller than horses.
The wild flowers on the head are colorful, red, yellow, blue, white and purple, stretching like an endless tapestry.
As dazzling as the colorful clouds on the horizon, as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky. These densely packed wildflowers are tens of feet high, and the flowers are as big as an eight-inch agate plate. A horse walking in the sea of flowers looks extraordinarily vigorous, and a person floating in the sea of flowers also looks extraordinarily graceful.
Spirit. You don’t have to leave the saddle on a horse. You only need to stretch out your hands to hold your most beloved flowers in your arms.
It was almost dusk, and looking around, layers of clouds dyed colorful by the setting sun lingered among the green mountains, weaving an intoxicating scenery. On the way back, a red moon loomed in the dense cypress forest.
, accompany you all the way.
There were very high mountains on both sides, and the further we walked, the more woods there were. The gurgling water was sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right. In the narrow strip of sky covered by the mountains, Jing Lanqing felt that there seemed to be something here.
He was staring at her, but when she looked in that direction, she couldn't find the other party at all. A slight south wind blew diagonally behind her, always carrying something familiar but she couldn't tell what it was.
fragrance.
The sun was climbing on the mountain, making all kinds of strange faces. It looked at the quartz stone, and its eyes immediately shone with brilliance; the mountain forest was airtight, shining with a dark green, alluring color. It looked at the leaves in the mountain forest, showing
Looks very mysterious.
The sun is just warm, but never too warm; the wind is gentle, and often because it blows from the flowery mountains and forests, it brings a distant light fragrance, along with a breath of moist water, to caress your face.
, gently around your shoulders and waist.
"Sir, there is still no movement, you should go back and rest first." The leader said to Yang Hui.
"No need, I'll just stay here." Yang Hui was struggling here and didn't know what to do. So he might as well stay here.
"Um."
Soon the sky gradually dimmed and the moon came out.
The bright moon like a hook, the tranquility like a virgin, the grace like a princess. If the stars are the harmony of this nocturne, then the moonlight is the beautiful main theme. She is rippling in the valleys, in the woods, and traveling through the northwest
On the plains, she sang a soft lullaby to the farm baby in the cradle, she guided the nocturnal creek in the mountains, she covered the birds on the branches with a warm autumn quilt, and she summoned the wind.
Yang Hui almost fell asleep, it was very boring here after all.
"Someone is coming." The leader said to Yang Hui.
It was finally coming. Yang Hui was very excited. In this case, he would have handed in the assignment earlier.