Lao Wang is still the same, unchanged at all.
The same goes for Fu Ji and several women. They seem to be no different from two hundred years ago.
Ibsen was much older, and his face no longer had any luster. He was just like the other people he saw when he first came here two hundred years ago, with a sallow complexion and thin skin.
Seeing Song Pingcun appear in the cave, Ibsen didn't say a word except for being slightly surprised.
Every time Song Pingcun appeared, Ibsen felt as if he had been abandoned by Song Pingcun and was all alone. Fortunately, Lao Wang did not abandon him.
He didn't believe Song Pingcun asked Lao Wang to take care of him at all. He had seen too much in the past two hundred years. No one was willing to pay for another person in vain. A piece of dried fire rat meat could be enough to fight. Every time the fight came and went quickly, but he knew that he must not be the one who started the fight, otherwise, he might just disappear.
"Brother Song is here again!" Fu Ji and a few women were drying the dried meat of fire rats outside the cave. Seeing Song Pingcun was like seeing the boy next door, and she was still so proactive. For Song Jiao and the other three people behind Song Pingcun, they only took one look and then looked away.
The original flints of the past two hundred years have long been gone, but thanks to Song Pingcun and his carefulness, new flints will always be produced at the right time without them having to ask.
The relationship between them seems to be very good, but also seems to be ordinary. Every time Song Pingcun went to the palace, there was always room for him in the innermost circle, while Ibsen had already retreated to the second circle. Except for the night when he and Song Pingcun arrived, he had never entered the innermost circle.
"Fu Ji, don't mess with those dried meats yet. Come here, I have something to discuss with you." Song Pingcun said as he walked towards the cave.
He knew that Lao Wang must be resting in the cave at the moment, because he needed to concentrate on dealing with those fire rats at night. These fire rats are also the key to his ability to remain a talkative person in this group.
Although until now, Song Pingcun still had not heard him talk about himself, and Fu Ji was not even willing to talk about Lao Wang. Fu Ji is quite calm about her identity. She is just a casual cultivator who rose from a small sect but did not join any sect. As for whether it was true or false, Song Pingcun didn't care. After all, in a land of hard labor, all identities outside were just a passing cloud.
"Are you ready?" Lao Wang heard Song Pingcun's voice, opened his eyes and saw Song Jiao and the others outside. Before Song Pingcun could speak, he spoke first.
"I need you to come with me." Song Pingcun was not surprised by what Lao Wang said. This mysterious man with a Chinese character face still maintained a don't ask, don't tell attitude, and he might not always answer all questions.
"If I don't go, they won't either." Lao Wang closed his eyes.
"Song Jiao, throw a magnetic explosive bead to Lao Wang to hear the sound." Song Pingcun ordered Song Jiao who was standing outside.
Song Jiao took the order, took out a pyromagnetic explosive bead from his arms, looked at the direction, and threw it directly forward.
There was a huge noise that made the cave tremble. Old Wang's originally closed eyes opened and he ran out like a monkey. The Fuki girls and Ibsen at the door were all shocked beyond measure. Stones flew up to a height of ten feet in the distance, and the farthest one even landed not far in front of them.
Although Song Jiao believed in Song Pingcun's ability, he was also shocked by the power of this first test explosion.
Song Pingcun felt it and nodded slightly. He didn't need to step out of the cave to know how surprised these people were.
Lao Wang, who had just rushed out quickly, watched the stones fall. He didn't need to go and take a closer look from a distance to know that it must be a big pit. And this one, the palace where we rest at night probably has a wall torn down.
"How did you do it?" Lao Wang was stunned for a long time before he asked this sentence.
"There is no unstoppable path for man, it's just a cultivation theory of some weak children." Song Pingcun answered simply. And it's useless even if you tell them the principle. It's useless if there is no fire in the body like the Heavenly Thunder Bead.
"What do you want to do?" Lao Wang did not hesitate to ask anything else, but directly asked Song Pingcun what he planned to do.
Hearing Lao Wang's question, Song Pingcun had a smile on his face. No matter how he tried to persuade him, it was useless. The best advice was to let him see hope.
"I want to travel through the entire land of hard labor and understand this place completely." Song Pingcun calmly expressed his thoughts.
"You're crazy!" Lao Wang exclaimed, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
"I know, but I have to do this." Song Pingcun's eyes were firm.
"For what?" Lao Wang asked in confusion.
"In order to stop going day after day, even if you really can't leave, you can't just wait like this." Song Pingcun said in a deep voice.
Lao Wang was silent for a moment, took a deep look at Song Pingcun, turned around and walked back to the cave. He knew that he could not persuade Song Pingcun, nor was he qualified to do so. From the first day, he had a vague feeling that this person was not simple. Two hundred years was a long time, but in this land of hard labor, there was no difference between one day and two hundred years. However, the time that Song Pingcun spent made him feel that it was too short. It was so short that even before he could see Song Pingcun clearly, he had already given him a big shock.
"You all come in." Lao Wang greeted a few people and walked towards the cave.
Seeing that Song Jiao and the others did not move, he said directly to Song Pingcun: "Let them all come in. With such a big movement, I don't know what will happen."
Song Pingcun then waved the three of them in. He imagined that this place was too close to the palace. If the Silver Birds came out at this time, a lot of pyromagnetic explosive beads would really be wasted.
Fu Ji and his daughters, and the three brothers Ibsen and Song Jiao all came in, making the cave seem a bit crowded.
"Ibsen, what do you think?" After Lao Wang came in, he surprisingly did not continue to ask Song Pingcun or Fu Ji, but looked at Ibsen and asked.
"Ah!" Ibsen did not expect that Lao Wang would be the first to ask him. The echo of the explosion just now was still in his ears.
"I don't know!" Ibsen shook his head immediately.
"Don't care about joining the Shenzong?" Lao Wang said with a hint of amusement.
"..." Ibsen did not answer. He looked at Lao Wang with his dim eyes, seemingly still a little incomprehensible.
"Does your Xinghe Shenzong have a sect leader named Wang Yijin?" Old Wang said something, causing Song Pingcun to look at Ibsen.
"How do you know?" A look of surprise appeared on Ibsen's face, how could he, a senior leader of the small Xinghe Sect, be known to Lao Wang.
"Because I am Wang Yijin."
"What? Are you the Wang Yijin who was expelled from Xinghe Shenzong as the sect leader?" Ibsen looked at Old Wang in surprise.
"Expelled? Do you know why?" Lao Wang snorted coldly and asked Ibsen.
"I don't know, this is recorded by the sect, and Xinghe Sect also began to decline from that time." Ibsen shook his head, and then seemed to remember something, "Wait, then you are not... "
"You've lived a long time, haven't you?" Lao Wang suddenly felt powerful in front of Ibsen at this moment.
"Greetings..." Ibsen was about to kneel down to greet him, but just as he bent his legs, he sat down on the ground and cried loudly, "You made Xinghe Shenzong become Xinghe Zong, I made Xinghe Sect He Zong no longer exists, we are all sinners!"
"What does it mean to cease to exist? As long as you and I are here, the Xinghe Divine Sect will still be the Xinghe Divine Sect. I'm not dead yet, so why are you crying!" Old Wang scolded impatiently. At this moment, he seemed to be just... It was as if he was scolding the younger generation, and the Ibsen in front of him was indeed his younger generation.
Song Pingcun was very surprised by this sudden news, but the expressions of Fu Ji and the girls did not change at all, as if they had known about it for a long time.
"Old Wang, you are hiding deep enough. When facing the younger generation of your sect, you won't even say a word." Song Pingcun said teasingly.
"What are you talking about? Are you saying that I was forced by others and had to let the sect announce the expulsion of a sect leader in order to save Xinghe Shenzong? Or is it that I didn't have the courage to sacrifice my life to fight, and ended up living in such humiliation?" Lao Wang seemed to vent all his emotions at once.
From his words, Song Pingcun roughly guessed the helplessness he felt back then, but Xinghe Shenzong was definitely not what he saw before he was teleported in. It must have been quite famous, and it was probably even similar to the Five Colors Palace.
For such a large sect, the sect leader was forced to live in a humiliating way. You can imagine how much pressure there was back then, and the things he faced were by no means trivial.
Perhaps speaking out the aggrieved words in his heart, Lao Wang, no, Wang Yijin to be precise, looked at Song Pingcun and said, "You only need to agree to one condition. I will accompany you through the hard labor."
"Old Wang, Sect Master Wang, you don't seem to have seen the current situation clearly!" Song Pingcun looked into Wang Yijin's eyes and said with a smile.
