There are of course many people in the world who know how to repay their kindness.
Naturally, not all of them are prostrating themselves on the ground at this moment, or some of them are sincere, but there are more people who take the opportunity to make friends.
Yu Baimei knew this very well, and Yang Yu also knew it well.
However, after the battle in Dingyang City, those who still dared to gather here would not be any worse in terms of character or conduct.
Therefore, even though he had complicated thoughts, he did not leave, but raised his hand to help everyone.
But it was just to support him, and he did not promise anything. He just asked those who were willing to serve him to go to the northwest road.
The most critical point in establishing the kingship is naturally the establishment.
With the system in place, the sea will naturally be open to all rivers, and even though he is the king of the northwest, he will not go beyond the system to recruit anyone.
The more insurmountable a system is, the more likely it is to last forever. He naturally understands this.
"Master Yang."
After everyone had dispersed and the sky was already dark, Yu Baimei approached and slightly cupped his hands: "The person who wanted to save the old witch in the end was Lu Chen?"
He kept this question in his mind for half the night. At this moment, everyone dispersed, but he still couldn't help but ask.
"It's probably him." Yang Yu nodded.
The old woman Liansheng has lived in this world for more than three thousand years. No matter how miserable she is, she will never fail to recognize Lu Chen who lives with her in this world.
Since she said so, that's probably it.
"This person is very dangerous."
Yu Baimei looked moved.
Lu Chen's name was far more resounding to all the warriors than the old woman Liansheng's name.
Judging from her last action, her practice is probably not inferior to that of the old witch, or even better than that of the old witch.
However, such a dangerous person is still hiding in secret. In the thousand-year inheritance of Xuankong Mountain, there is no information about his possible existence. This is too terrifying...
"He may not be stronger than this old witch, otherwise he wouldn't be able to escape." Without a clue, Yang Yu didn't think much about it.
Jiuyao is the limit before the heaven changes, and even the old woman Liansheng cannot surpass it even after three thousand years of accumulation.
Lu Chen, I can’t do it myself.
And as long as you haven't taken that half step, even if you practice longer and have a deeper foundation, you won't be invincible after all.
"It's been such a troubled time." Yu Baimei sighed: "I don't know how many of these old monsters there are, but there are probably still more, right?"
The person suspected of being Lu Chen clearly understood the essence of the Seven Tribulations Sword Technique, but at this moment, he still had some lingering fears.
In the hands of his orthodox successor, the Seven Tribulations Sword was almost taken away by him. How could he feel at ease?
"It won't happen again!" Zhang Dong said hoarsely. He took out a raincoat from nowhere and put it on, and put on a bamboo hat, hibernating his breath: "It's a lucky coincidence that these two old guys can survive to this day.
Fortunately, there is absolutely no chance that there will be more!”
After hearing his words, several people present couldn't help but glance at him.
Having lived for more than a thousand years, aren't you an old monster yourself?
"Master Qiankun Cave." Yang Yu looked at him calmly.
Of course he was no stranger to the Qiankun Cave. He had met the people in it many years ago.
This is an organization that secretly collects supernatural power masters and is a dangerous organization that pursues world unity.
call.
The latter retreated several feet as if struck by thunder, and his raincoat and bamboo hat couldn't help but tremble...
"King of the Northwest, I have no grievances with you in the past and have no enmity in recent times. We have just joined forces to fight against the enemy. You are not going to take action against me, are you?"
Zhang Dong's heart skipped a beat.
Of course he didn't know anything about Yang Prison.
In fact, after encountering insane monks and sloppy Taoists one after another, he valued intelligence no less than Xuankong Mountain.
He knew all the masters in the past few hundred years, and of course he was more familiar with this famous Northwest King.
This is a very dangerous person!
"Yang has a few doubts that need to be answered by the cave master. He needs to ask before he knows whether to take action."
Shaking his sleeves and robe slightly, Yang Yu asked before he could answer: "More than a thousand years ago, the crazy monk practiced and killed the eight demons. It is said that you were the master. What was your ritual?"
"Ritual?" Zhang Dong was slightly startled.
For magical power masters, rituals can be said to be the most taboo among taboos. After all, once the ritual is leaked, it is difficult to say that it will not be targeted.
But this is for a person who is trapped before the 'second step of becoming an immortal'. He has achieved all ten things. He will not care whether the ritual of the year is obtained by others, and he immediately answers:
"In the past, there was indeed a theory of nine demons, and my Taoist fruit and rank were indeed that of demons taking the yellow. However, I don't recognize the so-called theory of demons."
What kind of person Yang Yu is is almost unknown to many powerful forces, so Zhang Dong certainly doesn't know him.
"My magical power does have the effect of absorbing the life of others and extending one's own life. But I have never forced it on anyone in the past thousand years!"
"You mean, someone is willing to give you his life?" Yu Baimei couldn't help but sneer after hearing this.
"Does Master Yu think that everyone in this world wants to live forever, and everyone cherishes their lives and is unwilling to give up?"
Zhang Dong sneered again and again:
"We are poor in literature and military, but the emperor seeks immortality! There are so many people in this world that they don't want to live and can't survive!"
"sophistry!"
"Sophistry?" Zhang Dong shook his head and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Yang Yu and said:
"If you live a long life of over a thousand years, this life is not given by God, but by man! Zhang's ritual is to buy the lives of thousands of people! A person's life span of a hundred years can extend my life by one year! The mad monk regards me as
The devil is actually not bad, I bought the lives of thousands of people!"
Yu Baimei's expression suddenly changed, but Yang Yu nodded, expressionless: "Continue."
"I'm not taking life, I'm buying life! There are too many miserable people in this world, and they don't care about their lives! It's like this in prosperous times, and it's even more so in troubled times! In that troubled world that lasted for hundreds of years, human life is as humble as
Damn it. It only took me three years to buy the lives of thousands of people!"
Under the raincoat, Zhang Dong sighed slightly: "In those three years, the cheapest life I ever bought was a load of millet. That was an old woman. She worked hard to save her grandson. The child's parents wanted to change their son's life.
Meat to serve the mother.”
The Martial Saint's will surged in front of everyone, and in a trance, there seemed to be light and shadow intertwining.
What he said in his words is exactly the description of the scene inside. In troubled times, people changed their sons to eat, and the skinny old woman worked hard to save her grandson.
"you……"
Yu Baimei was silent.~~
"King of the Northwest, do you still want to watch? More than a thousand years have passed, and the voices and faces of those thousands of people are still sealed in my heart."…
"No need." Yang Yu interrupted him and asked his second question; "How much do you know about Lu Chen?"
Unlike the old woman Liansheng, who has existed for three thousand years and has been recorded by many major forces, Lu Chen is like a ghost, seemingly never discovered by anyone.
In the past few years, Yang Yu has read countless books, but he has not found any clues about Lu Chen's death.
"He..." Zhang Dong paused slightly and composed his tone: "More than four hundred years ago, I woke up from a deep sleep. In troubled times, there were many people who sacrificed their lives. Within a few years, I recovered from my injuries and the old witch also
Then they came to my door and almost beat me to death several times..."
Speaking of this, he gritted his teeth: "After that, Lu Chen showed up. At that time, I didn't know who this person was, but his appearance allowed me to escape the disaster, and the price was to help him find someone."
"who?"
"Zhang Yuanzhu!" Zhang Dong said calmly: "Zhang Yuanzhu, Chen Xuanying, and many other powerful figures in the world have asked me to send them many magical secrets and pills."
"What is he going to do?"
Yu Baimei and Lu Qingting looked at each other, especially the latter, whose expression became more and more unnatural.
"I didn't understand it at the time, but later I slowly came to realize that the troubled times back then were created by him, and the person who ended the troubled times was also chosen and pushed out by him!" Zhang Dong said his guess.
"Starting troubled times, and then ending troubled times. He takes the initiative to teach martial arts, but never shows up."
Yang Yu frowned and thought, but did not show it. He continued to ask the last question: "You have endured it for hundreds of years, but why did you come forward today?"
There are various reasons for living a long life. The reason why the Master of Qiankun Cave lives a long life is purely due to his special magical powers and his cautious nature.
This is what Yang Yu analyzed from his words.
Because, for more than a thousand years, he has either been seriously injured and fell asleep, or he has been hiding.
Avoid the crazy monk, avoid the sloppy Taoist, avoid the old woman Liansheng, avoid Zhang Yuanzhu, and avoid Zhang Xuanba.
"It's...Hanyue Sanren."
Zhang Dong hesitated for a moment, but still answered.
'A fellow Taoist who is poor but not dead...'
Thinking silently in his heart, he did not hide anything because he was keenly aware of the danger of the person in front of him.
"He said, this is my death disaster. If you are defeated in Dayan Mountain, there will be no escape."
"Hanyue Sanren..."
Lu Qingting's heart moved slightly. He remembered that the old man also made a fortune for himself a few years ago.
"Do you trust him so much?" Yu Baimei was a little doubtful.
"It's not that I believe in him, but that I believe in his magical powers."
Seeing that Yang Yu stopped asking questions, Zhang Dong breathed a sigh of relief and had no intention of staying any longer. He slightly cupped his hands, turned around and left, disappearing into the vast mountains after a few ups and downs.
"In the Qiankun Cave, there are at least more than seventy masters of magical powers gathered together, and there are even more practitioners who know how to do magic. It is very dangerous, but it is not a vicious sect like the Liansheng Sect." Lu Qingting softly told the information in the Hanging Mountain:
"In the past few years, various Taoist fruits have emerged one after another, the power of Qiankun Cave has greatly increased, and there have been many conflicts with Guan Qi's Mitian Sect."
The information on Xuankong Mountain was naturally much more detailed than that on the Northwest Road, and Yang Yu couldn't help but nod his head in thanks:
"Thank you, Brother Lu, for clearing up the confusion."
"Brother Yang is too polite..."
Lu Qingting wanted to say something else, but Yu Baimei bowed long:
"God treats me well. At the end of my life, I can see that old monster being punished, and I can see an extraordinary hero like Yang Daxia..."
"Thank you, thank you!"
After saying this, without waiting for Yang Yu's help, he turned around and disappeared into the forest with Lu Qingting.
"If you need help in the future, just write a letter and I, Xuankongshan, will do my best to help you!"
call!
The clouds and fog that had shrouded Dayan Mountain for many years finally dispersed under the shining of the red sun.
Yang Yu stood in the ruins for half the night, and when the sun rose, his heart moved and he found what he wanted.