Everyone looked at him in confusion.
Uncle Zuo was indeed crazy. He couldn't be pretending. From the sudden confusion and bewilderment in his eyes, it was clear that he really felt like someone was shaving his head.
Zuo Suer jumped up and looked around, but found nothing.
Nowadays, there are not many people in Dongyun who can escape his eyes.
And the feeling of having my head shaved was still there even after I jumped up. But when I touched it, I found that not a single hair had been cut.
Am I really crazy
He landed on the headmaster's throne, stepped on the chair and sat on the backrest. He inspected everyone in the hall, including the headmaster's wife, and everyone was silent.
After the battles with Changfengmen in the past few days, everyone has gained a deep understanding of Zuo Suer's madness and Taoism.
Don’t mess with this madman!
Zuo Suer searched for a long time but couldn't find the source of the perception. He had some guesses in his heart, but he temporarily suppressed his fear and waved his hand, saying, "You can take the brat from Changfeng Sect and sell him at Qingyuan Sect for a good price. When my brothers arrive, we will go to Zhaoyao Sect and kill him. I have a grudge against Mutu. Why did Zhaoyao Sect get involved in the affairs between Fuyang Sect and Changfeng Sect? Do you want to warm my bed? I'll give them a chance."
The headmaster's wife's expression changed: "Don't create hatred with other sects anymore!"
She had a very bad premonition these days. Ever since Zuo Suer came back, the Fuyang Sect had been at war. Although they could bring back various treasures every time, more than 90% of them were refining materials, and they could not form a fighting force at once, which was of no benefit to the sect. On the contrary, they had lost more than 200 disciples in the past few days.
The Fuyang Sect is not a big sect, with only a thousand or so disciples in total, so this is already a serious blow.
"Okay!" Zuo Suer said with a grin, "Then there's no need for the Fuyang Sect to get involved. I'll go back to my village and be the king again. If the Changfeng Sect and the Zhaoyao Sect come again, it has nothing to do with me. They'll rob you and ravage you. Don't call me by my name. Uncle Shi knows that I don't like women. If you call me that, I'll get goose bumps."
The headmaster's wife's expression changed instantly.
Zuo Suer spat at the disciples in the hall and said, "What are you standing there for? Go sell the prisoners?! Are you waiting for me to take you there? Do you think I'm stupid? You just escaped and now you're going to Qingyuan Gate to fall into their trap! I just lost my treasure, not my brain!"
Everyone lowered their heads instantly, without even looking at Zuo Suer, and hurriedly escaped, carrying the captives towards the Qingyuan Sect's base for purchasing prisoners.
Zuo Suer grinned and looked at the headmaster's wife: "Uncle, I lied to them. My baby is still there, and I like women too. If you don't believe me, you can try it."
The headmaster's wife turned away with a cold expression on her face. She didn't want to stay in the same room with him for a moment.
The Qingyuan Sect set up a station to purchase prisoners every five thousand miles. There were figures swaying near the station, they were from several surrounding sects.
The Fuyang Sect disciple approached cautiously: "Disciples of the Changfeng Sect, three of them are Qi Ling, twenty-seven of them are above Yi Qiao, and thirty-eight of them are below Yi Qiao. Do you want to accept them?"
"Shh!" The disciple in charge of registration made a gesture: "Don't tell me which sect they are from. Next time, just strip them of their clothes, cover their faces, and send them over."
"Do you want spirit stones? Yuan crystals? Or materials?"
"Yuan Jing!"
A disciple handed him a bag. The Fuyang Sect disciple counted the pieces and looked up: "Here, there are too many!"
Have you encountered a honey trap? There are always merchants who deliberately give too much money to customers, and then when they are about to leave quietly, they shout that their money is lost, and then take it back with interest.
The disciple shook his head: "Two hundred and thirty-seven black crystals, not too much, the price has gone up."
The eyes of the Fuyang Sect disciples lit up and their breathing became heavier. This was more than twice as high as the notice sent by Xuantian Sect to the other sects!
A sword beam shot towards the station, and a fat monk on the sword beam shouted: "Put down the Xuanjing, no more buying and selling! This is a trick of Qingyuan Sect! In just the past six or seven days, Dongyun Mountain has been completely in chaos, and you are not allowed to buy and sell fellow Taoists. We are all fellow Taoists of Dongyun League, and we are killing each other just because of a piece of paper from Qingyuan Sect?"
The people below were silent for a moment. In the past few days, there were similar guys shouting at every station.
I know it's Qingyuan Sect's trick, but... what does it have to do with me? Even if Dongyun League defeats Qingyuan Sect, won't there be another sect to take that position
It can't be me.
If we capture Qingyuan Gate one day, can you give me two spirit stones
It would be better to seize the opportunity and make a fortune, and then improve my cultivation. When my cultivation level is higher, maybe I can make more money when I fight Qingyuan Sect again.
It has been unknown how long since Dongyun Mountain fell apart, and hundreds of sects were in chaos. The idea of "holding on to the spirit stones in front of you" has long been deeply rooted in people's minds.
Someone sneered, "Where is Qingyuan Gate? Haven't you seen the prison ghost? Go towards Qingyuan and you will see it. I hope you survive."
Another person laughed and said, "Qingyuan Sect is already struggling to take care of itself. It's hard to say whether it can overcome the current difficulties. How can it still exist in Dongyun League? Will it continue to stay in the league and wait for you big sects to exploit it?"
The fat monk looked depressed: "Stupid! Do you know if this continues..."
“Brother!” Before he could finish his words, a hurried voice came: “Brother! This is bad. Master has been captured and sold to Qingyuan Sect.”
The fat monk was stunned.
"Brother, what should I do?" The younger brother's face was filled with tears.
The fat monk's face turned pale as he looked towards the disciples stationed at the Qingyuan Sect's base—they were not disciples of the Qingyuan Sect. None of the disciples of the Qingyuan Sect had come out, and they were all hiding inside the Qingyuan Sect.
These are the sects that are affiliated with the Qingyuan Sect and are specifically responsible for doing hard labor for the Qingyuan Sect.
The disciple seemed to feel sad for him, his face was filled with sorrow: "It cannot be redeemed with spirit stones and Yuan crystals, Qing Yuan Sect will not accept it, but it can be exchanged with two cultivators of the same realm."
"Master... Senior Brother?"
The fat monk's pale face turned even paler. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Contact the Seventh Master and ask them to take the young and old in the sect and leave Dongyun Mountain immediately! Head west to Yunmengze!"
I can’t stay in Dongyun Mountain anymore!
In the past two days, three or four families have packed up and moved to Yunmengze. Small sects have their own advantages. If they want to leave, they can leave immediately.
"Well, what about you, brother?"
The fat monk uttered a few words from between his teeth: "I'll go catch him and change the master!"
He gritted his teeth and flew away on his sword. If he didn't leave now, he might destroy the Qingyuan Sect's outpost, which would lead to the destruction of the entire sect. At this moment, the Qingyuan Sect must be waiting for someone to cause trouble so that they can openly destroy the sect and capture the person!
Why didn’t Xuantian Sect care
He just didn't believe that Xuantian Sect had no way to deal with those prison ghosts, so why should he give Qingyuan Sect the opportunity to weaken the Dongyun sects
At this moment, on the nameless mountain of Xuantian Gate, the head of the Foreign Affairs Hall slaughtered a hen with his own hands and was making soup in a casserole. Beside the stove, Qiu Hu bowed and clasped his hands, with sweat dripping from his temples.
Dare not move.
He took the charcoal fire from the stove, turned it to low heat, and slowly cooked the casserole. The hall master wiped his hands and looked back at Qiu Hu: "Don't be afraid, I just saw you reporting the situation of Qingyuan, so I called you to ask, in your opinion, how much bloodline does the Qingyuan Dragon Turtle have?"
Qiu Hu bent his waist even more: "Disciple does not know how to check the blood of divine beasts, but judging from the performance of the dragon turtle, Yunmengze and Qingyuan's reactions, disciples guess that there is at least a 50% to 60% chance of turning into a pure-blood dragon turtle."
(End of this chapter)