The night is endless.
Yunjian City, Yunzhou, in front of the city lord's mansion.
In the vast wind and snow, Zhao Wujiang seemed to hear some call and turned around to look at the way he came.
A gust of cold wind passed by, and the snow instantly filled his robe.
He couldn't help but shudder, and he endured it, but in the end he did not use his cultivation to keep out the cold.
He didn't know what he was suffering from, he just wanted to keep himself awake and remember that he was a human being.
He turned around again, his pupils suddenly shrinking.
In front of the gate of the city lord's mansion, a dim candlelight lit up.
In front of the originally empty gate, a cart and a small table suddenly appeared.
The old man Wonton was leaning against the door, smoking a cigarette and looking over.
There were double pupils in those eyes, and at a glance, you felt like you were being sucked into the vortex of eyes and couldn't extricate yourself.
"Are you Yunzhou Mu Zhang Yuanqing?" Zhao Wujiang frowned and asked uncertainly.
The old man puffed out smoke and shook his head:
"Zhang Yuanqing is in seclusion, this is just a clone of him.
You can call me clan leader, or you can call me...
Third uncle..."
Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled violently, his breathing became rapid for a moment, and he said in a trembling voice:
"Third uncle?"
"Ah Wu, you have grown up." The old man's face was filled with joy.
"How can I trust you?" Zhao Wujiang grabbed Feng Xue with his left hand, and his hand was full of wind wadding and his body was full of sword energy.
"You don't need to believe me." The old man Wonton didn't get angry when faced with doubts, but smiled kindly:
"You will come to Butian Pavilion to see me."
Zhao Wujiang's heart was trembling. The person in front of him should be the senior of Butian Pavilion mentioned by Emperor Master Zhang Xukun.
He recited the Calming Mantra silently and took a deep breath:
"Clan Lord, Third Uncle...
In this case, you must know the truth back then.
What exactly is disaster?
How did I die? "
"I really want to tell you the answer." The old wonton man knocked on his pipe, shook his head and said:
"What a pity, Ah Wu, I just wanted to come and see you.
Zhang Yuanqing's clone cannot bear me for long.
I can't even bear the consequences of the answer.
Cause and effect will implicate him in retreat.
If he dies, there will be one less Supreme Being in the future.
Many more people will die. "
"I will come to Butian Pavilion in person." Zhao Wujiang was silent for a moment and replied.
He didn't need to know the answer urgently, because he was destined to know the answer.
But if more innocent people lose their lives because of this, it goes against his principles and his true intentions.
And he also learned a lot of information from the old man.
The first is that the old man is most likely his third uncle who has died.
In this matter, the old man didn't need to lie to him to take advantage of him.
Secondly, Zhang Yuanqing's retreat is real. He is overcoming the tribulation of the Ninth Level Venerable and moving towards the Supreme.
That's why this retreat lasted so long.
The third is the old man’s identity and strength.
The old man should be the old man who has spanned a long time.
That senior's cultivation is absolutely beyond all the supreme beings appearing now, and he should be in the supreme realm.
"Ah Wu." The old man's eyes were trembling, as if they were about to become cloudy again.
With a thought in his mind, he crossed a large territory from the Fairy East Territory and possessed Zhou Mu's clone, but he could not exist for long.
The injury was too serious and he suffered a road injury.
The wounds on the road were difficult for him to heal.
He also had to guard Butian Pavilion, so Wu Xia was too distracted.
He took a deep look at Zhao Wujiang and finally said:
"Ah Wu, what's going on here is that in this city, you go find a man named Sikong, and he brings a little boy with him.
He has a letter for you.
This letter is extremely important and must not be missed. "
Zhao Wujiang stared at the old man closely, and suddenly noticed that the old man's aura was changing rapidly. The breathtaking double eyes disappeared and turned turbid.
"Third uncle?" He tried calling, but there was no answer.
The old man Wonton slumped down against the door.
"Ah Wu..." Zhao Wujiang murmured. This name was so long ago and so hazy. The memories surged and made his nose feel sore.
He shook his head and smiled, and slowly walked towards the old man Wonton.
He helped the old man up, tried to wake him up, and shouted:
"Zhang Yuanqing?"
