See also Qingyun.
When Zhang Xiaofan saw Qingyun Mountain again, it had been several months since he went down the mountain with Lu Xueqi, Qi Hao and Zeng Shushu last time.
The still majestic and towering peaks that reach into the clouds are still ethereal, majestic and sacred, but Zhang Xiaofan's situation has completely changed.
After Tian Buyi discussed with Taoist Cangsong and Xiao Yicai, Zhang Xiaofan was temporarily taken back to the Big Bamboo Peak by Tian Buyi, and Taoist Cangsong and Xiao Yicai went back to report in detail to the master Taoist Daoxuan before making a decision.
And because Zhang Xiaofan lost his fire stick, he couldn't fly in the air on this journey, so his elder brother Song Daren always flew back with him.
Big Bamboo Peak soars into the sky, surrounded by cliffs, Zhang Xiaofan who lost his fire stick, seems to be under house arrest at this moment.
Lights of light flashed, and everyone from Dazhufeng finally returned to Dazhufeng after a long absence.
Zhang Xiaofan walked down from the Ten Tiger Immortal Sword of the big brother who stopped still with a blank face, and stood silently on the side, Tian Buyi didn't even look at him, his face was extremely ugly, and he walked back directly to the "keeper" Quiet hall".
Wu Dayi and others who stayed on the Big Bamboo Peak who came up to welcome them were stunned for a moment, and all cast their confused eyes on Suru and Song Daren.
Suru sighed slightly, shook her head, she didn't have much time to talk, she turned to Song Daren and said: "Daren, I leave this place to you."
Song Daren quickly responded.
Suru turned her head to look at Zhang Xiaofan who was standing beside him without saying a word, she saw that his face was haggard, he had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, she couldn't bear it, she took a step subconsciously, but then stopped Come down, shake your head and sigh, turn around and walk away. Tian Linger turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, then followed her mother without saying a word.
Song Daren laughed dryly, with a rather strange expression on his face, and said to Zhang Xiaofan: "Little Junior Brother, since we've already returned, you can go back to your room to 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 towards the residence of the Dazhu Peak disciples alone, and within a short distance, he heard a low-pitched conversation behind him. It was obvious that Wu Dayi and others, who were full of doubts, were asking Song Daren and Du Bishu.
Although he couldn't see it, the invisible gaze behind him seemed to stab Zhang Xiaofan's back like a needle.
Just as he was not far away, suddenly two cheerful barks sounded from the Big Bamboo Peak, Zhang Xiaofan's heart moved, he raised his head and looked forward, he couldn't help being stunned for a while. I saw the monkey Xiao Hui, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, riding on the back of the big dog Da Huang with his mouth open, his hands clutching Da Huang's shiny fur, and Da Huang stuck out half of his tongue, barking loudly and excitedly rushing over.
Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt heat in his eye sockets, even his body trembled slightly.
Soon, Big Yellow ran in front of Zhang Xiaofan, Xiao Hui yelled "Zhizhi" repeatedly, and jumped onto Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder with a "swish", laughing happily, habitually placed his claws on Zhang Xiaofan's head and messed around touch. As for Rhubarb, he is also very affectionate to Zhang Xiaofan, a big dog's head keeps rubbing against Zhang Xiaofan's feet, rubbing back and forth.
I don't know if it is missing the meaty bones made by Zhang Xiaofan again
Zhang Xiaofan felt excited, squatted down, gently stroked Da Huang's head with his hands, Da Huang hummed twice in a low voice, lowered his ears obediently, and rubbed against Zhang Xiaofan's palm.
And Xiao Hui laughed nonchalantly, and swung its tail sideways, entangled Zhang Xiaofan and wouldn't let go.
Wu Dayi, who was standing in the distance, muttered a few words, and said in a low voice: "I have taken care of these two beasts carefully for several months, and I have never been so affectionate to me before!"
Soon, under everyone's gaze, Zhang Xiaofan stood up and walked towards his own 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.
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In the distance at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, Baguio and You Ji, a mysterious woman in black, are standing side by side, looking at the mountaintop hidden in the depths of the white clouds.
Baguio's face was slightly pale, his brows were frowning, he looked haggard, and his expression was a little dazed. After staring at it for a while, he slowly said: "I don't know how he is doing now?"
The black veil on You Ji's face moved slightly, she turned her head to look at the girl suffering from love beside her, and said softly: "It's okay, Baguio, don't think too much."
Bi Yao bit her lip, and suddenly said, "Where's my father?"
You Ji said: "The suzerain went to Heyang City today to meet the old monster from the Wandu Sect who arrived recently."
Baguio was startled, and said, "What, the 'Poison God' is here too?"
You Ji smiled lightly, and said: "It's not just him, according to what I heard privately, in the last few days, even the sect masters of the Changshengtang and the Hehuan Sect will come here."
Bi Yao was even more shocked, and said after a while: "How could this be? I know that father has secretly transferred the main force of the Ghost King Sect to the vicinity of Qingyun Mountain. If these three sect masters come, their masters will surely They will also follow, so isn't it that our four major... no, it is simply that the strength of the holy religion is completely concentrated here?"
You Ji's face was hidden behind her black veil, and she couldn't see the expression clearly, but only listening to her voice, she was still calm and calm, and said calmly: "Not bad."
Bi Yao suddenly lowered her head, and after a while, she said slowly: "So, the main purpose of Dad coming here is not to save Zhang Xiaofan."
You Ji said indifferently: "Biyao, don't think too much about it, the suzerain is as good as he is, and you are his only daughter, so he won't lie to you. As for the sects of the holy sects abandoning their previous views this time, that's okay. Your father strongly advocated that for Yixue's shame and humiliation a hundred years ago, the sect masters of the four sects swear a solemn oath under the throne of Ming Dynasty, and take advantage of Qingyun's unpreparedness to catch him by surprise."
Baguio was silent for a moment, and said: "If this battle is successful, Dad's reputation in the Holy Cult will naturally increase. Even if he loses, he will have a good reputation for avenging his predecessors. But..." She suddenly raised her voice, and her expression seemed to be a little bit Excited, he said: "But I don't care about these things, and I don't want to. I just want Zhang Xiaofan to be fine, don't be here..."
"Biyao!" You Ji suddenly shouted, Bi Yao was stunned for a moment, looked at her, but finally didn't say any more, turned his head to look at the faint white clouds in the distance, momentarily bewildered.
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In a secluded mansion in Heyang City, Ghost King and Qinglong walked in slowly, and along the way someone respectfully ushered them in, and walked straight in.
This mansion is naturally the stronghold of the Wandumen in Heyang City, that is, today, the master of the Wandumen, the oldest poison god among the masters of the four major sects of the Demon Cult, came here.
A hundred years ago, the Devil's Cult and the Righteous Way fought in Qingyun Mountain, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark, but in the end the Devil's Cult still lost. After that, the Demon Sect's vitality was seriously injured, and among the four major sects, three changed their sect masters. Among them, the Ghost King took over the position of the previous Ghost King Sect's suzerain at that time.
But among all the sects, only the old monster Poison God of Wan Du Sect survived, but in recent years, he has changed his arrogant style. Even in the Demon Sect, Wan Du Sect has unexpectedly kept a low profile , Ordinary disciples can't easily see this old monster.
Thinking of this, Qinglong couldn't help frowning slightly. The title of Poison God has been resounded in the Demon Sect hundreds of years ago. When he followed the previous ghost king to conquer the world, the Poison God was already a capable general in the Wandu Sect, and later took over the Wandu sect. For the position of the head of the sect, he fought fiercely with the ghost king sect in the internal strife of the demon sect. How many beams have been formed secretly
It's just that I didn't expect that, with the passage of time, I would actually cooperate with this old monster.
Qinglong hadn't seen the Poison God for nearly a hundred years, and he was quite curious, wondering what the Poison God had become over the years? If calculated by age, this old monster is probably nearly five hundred years old.
Thinking of this, his heart suddenly moved, and 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 to be very relaxed, but he couldn't guess that he was thinking about it anyway. What
Walking along the way, through the courtyard and into the inner hall, the surroundings are quiet and silent, and there is no one in sight. The place where this high-ranking person lives is unexpectedly deserted.
Soon, the two saw eight men in tan uniforms standing at the door of a seemingly ordinary one-story house in front of them, and the person who led the way also led them towards that house. It seems that the Poison God should be in this house.
When they got closer, the eight men bowed to the ghost king together to salute. Obviously, the ghost king, as the suzerain of one of the four major sects of the devil religion, had a very high status in the devil religion. But the ghost king didn't show any arrogance, he nodded slightly to the crowd, smiled amiably, 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 that people in the Demon Cult have been staying in the dark in this world.
As for the decoration, it is extremely simple. In the middle of the huge room, there is only a table and a few chairs. Besides, there is a deck chair beside the table. An old man with white hair like snow is lying on it with his eyes closed. The young man was fiddling with the tea set on the table, and the aroma of the 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, where there is no trace of evil!
The ghost king smiled slightly, and walked over, the old man heard the footsteps, opened his eyes, glanced at the ghost king, a smile appeared on his face, and said with a smile: "Are you here?"
The ghost king said with a smile: "Old senior, it's been a long time since we left the temple, how are you doing?"
This old man is naturally the poisonous god who is notorious all over the world, he seemed to have a wry smile on his face, and said: "I'm old, I'm useless."
As he said that, he seemed unwilling to bring up this topic again, so he changed the subject and said, "Brother Ghost King, you are already the head of a sect of Ghost King Sect, and have the same status as me. If you don't mind, just call me old brother. Don't ever call him an old man again, I can't afford it."
The ghost king laughed, with a relaxed expression, sat down on the other side of the table, and said to Poison God: "Old man, what you said is wrong, who doesn't know that you are highly respected, and we are counting on you to preside over the overall situation this time! "
Poison God seemed stunned, and immediately shook his head and said, "No, no."
Just as the ghost king was about to say something, the young man on the opposite table had already made two cups of tea. At this moment, he brought them over and said calmly, "Sect Master, Qinglong Envoy, please use tea."
The ghost king and Qinglong reached out to take it, the ghost king took a few more glances at him, and saw that the young man had handsome features, but his face was a little pale, but being able to accompany the poison god here naturally has a lot to do with the poison god.
The Ghost King turned his head to Poison God and said, "This is..."
The poisonous god smiled and said: "He is a closed disciple I accepted ten years ago. His name is Qin Wuyan. Back then, I saw that he had good aptitude, so I accepted him. Wuyan, I haven't met these two seniors soon. They are members of our holy religion. If you are a well-known figure, if you can get them to take care of you in the future, it will be better than you going to penance for a hundred years."
Qin Wuyan lowered his head slightly, the expression on his face could not tell whether he was proud or shy, even his voice did not change, it was still steady and relaxed, and said softly: "I have seen the suzerain and the holy envoy, I didn't know the etiquette just now, please don't blame me."
The ghost king chuckled and shook his hands, Qinglong also laughed and said: "This little brother can enter the seat of the old poison god, the future is boundless, the future is boundless!"
Poison God chuckled, and said to the two of them: "Children are ignorant, don't take offense."
The ghost king shook his hand and smiled, "Where did you go?" After a pause, he said: "But old man, I came here today because I sincerely want to ask you to preside over the overall situation. Our four major sects will join forces to clean up the matter together. When Qingyun was defeated, the temple was humiliated."
The God of Poison was silent for a while, his face seemed a little gloomy, and he said after a long time: "Brother, I am already half-disabled, and I am really useless. This time our four major sects are secretly discussing to besiege Qingyun, so naturally I cannot be left behind. Otherwise, I'm sorry for the Holy Mother of Youming and the two saints of Tiansha Mingwang, and I'm sorry for the ancestors of the Holy Cult. It's just the position of presiding over the overall situation! I don't think anyone else can sit except for your great talent!"
The Ghost King frowned, shook his head and said, "Old man, you are too generous. I am the least qualified among the four sect masters. How can I take on the responsibility? Let's do this! Wait for the 'Yuyangzi' of the Changshengtang and the 'Hehuan' of the Hehuan sect." Fairy San Miao' is here, let's discuss it together!"
The God of Poison pondered for a while, and said: "That's fine, they should arrive in a few days, we will meet again at that time, this shame and humiliation of the holy religion for a hundred years, this time we must ask Qing Yunmen for it back."
The ghost king smiled, sat here for a while, chatted a few words, and said goodbye to Qinglong. The God of Poison did not force him to stay, and ordered someone to see off the guests.
After leaving the mansion of the Poison God, the Ghost King and Qinglong blended into the crowd in Heyang City.
The Ghost King suddenly sneered and said, "This old monster is indeed getting harder and harder to deal with."
This sentence was inexplicable, but Qinglong seemed to understand what he meant, nodded and said: "That's right, three hundred years ago when our Ghost King Sect was fighting to the death with the Wandu Sect, the old monster was the most vicious and impulsive, and he always rushed at the last place." In the past, even a hundred years ago, the battle with Qingyun was fought by him, the head of the Wandu Sect. It seems that he lost a lot of vigor in that fiasco back then."
The Ghost King shook his head, and said: "This is not called killing energy, it's called developing skills. After that battle, the old monster seemed to come to his senses, and his temper changed all of a sudden. Zong, the one who recovers his strength the fastest is the Wandumen. It's just that he refuses to take this seat, but it is very troublesome!"
As he said that, the Ghost King frowned, and said lightly: "Forget it, anyway, we have to wait for those two people to arrive before we can discuss important matters. Let's wait for a few days first! Well, by the way, where is Baguio? see her."
Qinglong said: "I didn't see it either, but You Ji has been with her all the time, so nothing will happen, don't worry."
The ghost king shook his head, sighed softly, and said nothing more.
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After watching the Ghost King and Qinglong disappear, the Poison God, who had always been calm and even kindly, gradually turned gloomy, but he didn't say anything for a long time.
As for the young man next to him, his temper seemed to be even more weird. He was enjoying himself when the poisonous god didn't talk to him, and he was brewing tea on the table patiently, without any expression of impatience.
I don't know how long it took, but the God of Poison 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 God of Poison, and said indifferently: "Oh! Is that human being very good?"
The God of Poison snorted, and said: "His cultivation is naturally extremely high, but no matter how high his cultivation is, we are not afraid of him, but this man's city is too deep, you must be careful in the future!"
Qin Wuyan smiled slightly, but his tone was still so peaceful, and said: "Understood, Master."
The Poison God glanced at him, and suddenly sighed: "If your ineffective senior brothers can have your qualifications, why should I suffer so many years?"
Qin Wuyan was praised by the God of Poison, and he didn't show any complacency on his face. He said indifferently: "The brothers are all doing their best for you, Master."
The Poison God snorted, and suddenly stretched out his hand to lift off the blanket covering his legs, got off the chair and stood up, only then did he see that he was quite tall, with a straight back, and he didn't look sick at all? It seems that the actions just now were all to deceive the ghost king and Qinglong.
The Poison God paced back and forth in the middle of the room, but Qin Wuyan seemed to be much quieter than his master, only the footsteps of the Poison God echoed in the room.
At this moment, suddenly, a strange sound sounded from Qin Wuyan's side, which seemed to be the piercing sound of Xia Chan's chirping in summer.
The Poison God's expression changed, and he turned 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 God of Poison walked over, stretched out his hand and gently opened the lid, and suddenly, in front of the two of them, on the soft yellow silk in the box, lay a colorful centipede, but the most strange thing was the centipede's tail. Seven branches.
If Zhang Xiaofan saw this thing at this moment, he would be inexplicably astonished, because he had seen this thing when he was a child, it was the "Seven-tailed Centipede", one of the most poisonous things in the world.
Qin Wuyan frowned, and said: "Since we came near Qingyun Mountain, Xiaoqi seems to be restless, as if he was stimulated by something."
Poison God carefully looked at the seven-tailed centipede, then took out a small lavender pill from his arms, put it in the box, and then closed the box. Soon, the strange sound coming from the box gradually became quieter, and then disappeared.
After Qin Wuyan carefully put away the box containing the seven-tailed centipede, the God of Poison said indifferently: "The seven-tailed centipede is a rare treasure in the world. There is only one pair in the world, and they have been together until death. There must be a feeling within the mile. Xiao Qi is restless these days, it must be because of this."
Qin Wuyan glanced at Poison God, and suddenly said: "So, that person is now on Qingyun Mountain?"
The Poison God smiled, and said: "That's right, the seven-tailed centipede is a unique species in the world, there is no mistake."
As he spoke, he turned his head and stared slowly into the distance. In the distance, the towering and majestic Qingyun Mountain outside Heyang City pierces into the sky, its might is almost incomparable, surrounded by white clouds, and it has a fairy air.
"It's been a hundred years, and in a blink of an eye, it's another hundred years!" The old man whispered to himself.