Before the sleeping Tianyun Mountain woke up, Wang Qiang had already left for dozens of miles.
The cold autumn wind came towards him, but it could not stop his overwhelming passion. He had been suffering on the bamboo peak for an unknown length of time, just like Wang Qiang who had died once and came back to life in an instant.
Whether it was Senior Brother Tian from Tianyun Holy Land or Miss Chen from the Loulan family who broke their engagement, to him, they were all the autumn wind behind him and could no longer affect his state of mind.
He couldn't wait to rush to Baixue City and witness with his own eyes that Sima Jingyun broke through the tribulation in one day.
I can't wait to see the old monk deep in the snowy mountains and step into the legendary threshold. From now on, whether I am with the headmaster or Ximen Wuhen, I am a person from two different worlds.
Because Old Man Meng told him that with the current cultivation levels of him and Sima Jingyun, they might not be able to refine one-tenth of the elixir.
In other words, within the next hundred years, he and Sima Jingyun will no longer have to worry about cultivating elixirs.
It wasn't until he was far away that Wang Qiang roared to the sky a few times, releasing the depressed energy that had been held in his chest for several years.
...
Just three days after Wang Qiang left, Sword Lord Hu Bugui, dressed in a green shirt, descended from Tianjian Peak and came to the library.
Old Man Meng was hiding with his eyes closed and concentrating, but he said: "Is it possible that you, like Yaozun, are looking for trouble for the old man because of Tiandao Peak?"
A magic pill restored the vitality of Hu Bugui, who was about to grow old. Not to mention breaking through, his appearance also returned to that of a middle-aged man.
In Old Man Meng's view, this was all a favor they owed Li Xiuyuan.
With a long sigh, Hu Bugui sat down on a chair nearby and smiled: "How about I accept Wang Qiang as a closed disciple for the headmaster?"
"Pity......"
Old Man Meng shook his head and replied coldly: "You don't know how good young people are, and only regard evil wolves as treasures. If you had said this last year, there would still be a glimmer of hope."
"How do you say that?" Hu Bugui was surprised when he heard this. He frowned slightly and had a bad premonition.
"Because from now on, you are no longer worthy to be Wang Qiang's master..."
Old Man Meng sighed and said calmly: "In less than two months, the old monk on the Snow Mountain may accept Wang Qiang as his disciple. From now on, no one in Tianyun Holy Land will be worthy of being his husband."
After speaking, he sat up from the recliner, looked at the sword master in front of him and said: "I'm warning you, and I'm also warning those who are interested in Tianyun Mountain, whoever dares to harm Wang Qiang on his way to the Snow Mountain Holy Land, I will kill his whole family with my own hands!"
Upon hearing this, Hu Bugui couldn't help but frown and asked: "Isn't Wang Qiang at Zhufeng? When does he plan to leave for the Snow Mountain?"
"You don't have to trick me, old man. That kid was afraid that you would harm him, so he sneaked away a long time ago."
Old Meng stretched his waist and continued: "When you harmed my disciples, I admitted it; someone encouraged the Chen family in Loulan to withdraw from Wang Qiang's marriage, and the old man also admitted it."
After clearing his throat, the old man said seriously: "This time, whoever dares to harm Wang Qiang again, let him test my anger, old man, who of them can withstand it!"
When Hu Bugui heard this, he was surprised at first, and then couldn't help but sigh.
He smiled bitterly and said, "What if this is what the headmaster meant?"
"Bullshit, that's your head teacher, not mine."
Old Man Meng shook his head and shouted coldly: "If it weren't for the fact that you all look so worthless, and because their master and disciples harmed my disciple back then, and caused the headmaster to run away from home, I would have killed him with one slap, old man! "
This time, Old Meng didn't even make tea before he chased people away.
He said sternly: "You are all people who have seen the threshold, and you will be able to break through it in a short time. Don't act like a boneless woman, making me look down on you, old man."
When Hu Bugui heard this, he was stunned and speechless for a moment.
He was unwilling to accept the medicine master, so he asked him to be the lobbyist for the headmaster to get the last panacea.
Unexpectedly, before he could say anything, Meng Shentong scolded him so much that he was speechless for a moment.
Old Man Meng smiled coldly: "Think about it carefully, my disciple has received favors from any of you, and who of you will repay my disciple for the kindness of being reborn?"
Waving his hand, Old Man Meng cursed: "Get out of here, don't let me see you looking like a coward again."
Hu Bugui sighed thoughtfully, knowing that he had been scolded in vain. Wang Qiang had left Tianyun Mountain long ago, and Yaozun was still kept in the dark.
After thinking for a long time, he put down the spirit wine in his hand and put it on the table. Without saying a word, he walked out of the building.
Old Man Meng thought for a while and said again: "Remember what I say, don't try to take advantage of that boy Wang Qiang, you are not worthy!"
Hu Bugui was so angry that he spat out blood.
It wasn't until I left the library and looked at the increasingly gloomy sky that I sighed quietly.
He thought that if Wang Qiang really became a disciple of a saint, I am afraid that the old guys on Tianyun Mountain would no longer be worthy of being his master.
I murmured to myself: "If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"
Depressed, Hu Bugui no longer had the intention to go to Tianxiujian to see Yaozun, but returned to his own Tianjian Peak.
But on the way, I communicated what Old Man Meng said to the Medicine Master on Tianxiu Peak.
Finally, he warned: "Junior sister, you have to warn the master and the apprentice not to try to take advantage of Wang Qiang, otherwise Old Meng will get angry, and I guess he won't even want to be a head coach..."
When Yu Furong heard this, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Did that boy Wang Qiang really leave Zhufeng so quickly?"
"What do you think?"
Hu Bugui replied coldly: "If it were me, I would be afraid of death and would definitely leave early... I'm afraid that only if you become a disciple of a saint, no one will dare to try against him."
Upon hearing this, Yu Furong slumped down on the chair and said with a wry smile: "This is really not as good as God."
I don't know how long it took, until it was time to light the lanterns, and then I sighed quietly.
Send a message to the headmaster of Tiandaofeng and tell him about Old Man Meng’s decision and Wang Qiang’s departure...
However, the disappointed woman forgot to speak out Old Meng's warning amid her nagging.
Both the Medicine Master and the Sword Master thought it was just a joke from Old Man Meng, that the headmaster would not do anything inappropriate, and that the young man who had left would never come back.
...
It was late at night, and the entire Loulan City had sunk into thick night fog. There was no sound in the apricot garden, and even the last chilling cicadas on the trees were silent.
At this time, Wang Qiang was still on his way to Loulan.
Following the order of Old Man Meng, he brought a letter to the Lord of the City, Situ Tianxing, and also asked the Lord of the City what he meant face to face.
Therefore, Wang Qiang, who originally did not want to come to Loulan, had to go here.
The master and maid in the apricot garden had all fallen asleep. A messenger bird flew over and landed at the window of the flower hall. A slender hand reached out and caught the bird.
After taking down a letter, he took a plate of spiritual rice and placed it in front of the letter bird without saying a word.
The bird came all the way and was already hungry. At the moment, it didn't care about its owner's thoughts and lowered its head to look at the spiritual rice in the plate.
Silently, he read the letter in his hand twice, and then a woman-like hand stretched out to the oil lamp on the table.
As a flame burns, there are no more secrets in this world.
Too much blood was shed on this land back then. Not to mention before, countless blood was shed just after Li Xiuyuan took over.
It's just that as time goes by, some people have deliberately forgotten what happened back then.
The blood of the past has seeped into the black soil of the apricot garden. Later, the city lord was entrusted by Li Xiuyuan to plant countless apricot trees here, making the spring here full of fragrance.
The owner sitting in the flower hall only knows one thing but not the other.
The first is that the massacre of the Chen family was well known in Loulan City. Even after all these years, old people still mention it from time to time to warn their descendants.
The funny thing is that those idle people who should be forgotten cannot forget it.
But the owners back then, just like the story told by the storyteller in the teahouse, the scars healed and the pain was forgotten. From top to bottom, they deliberately erased this trace of blood and tears from their memories.
Only in this autumn, when the heaven and earth are in a state of silence, will the blood that has been buried underground for more than ten years appear in this lonely night.
From under the cracked lawn, from under the bluestone slabs, from the magic circle imprinted with murderous intent, he sneaked out.
And this faint smell, as bloody as smoke, can only be smelled by the monks who emerged from the pile of dead people.
However, the people sitting in the flower hall obviously don't like this smell. Compared with the apricot blossoms in spring, this smell is indeed not a good one.
As the night progressed, a man in black came into the flower hall.
Hidden by the window, a man in white clothes spoke softly and explained something.
The man in black nodded and replied: "Leave this matter to those guys outside the city..."
With a wave of his hand, the man in white waved his fingers like the woman's, letting the man in black leave.
Just like in his eyes, no matter how many people died here, the blood was not his fault, and it could not stain his hands red.
Likewise, if he doesn't want to, he can leave. No matter how much blood there is, it won't be able to splash on his white clothes.
As the night progressed, a call came from inside, and the man in front of the window sighed.
After muttering a few words, he raised his hand and put out the oil lamp on the table.
...
Although the autumn wind is blowing, fortunately, the autumn rain has not fallen yet.
Wang Qiang, who was originally confused and didn't know what kind of path he wanted to take, had already made his own choice from the moment he left Tianyun Mountain.
Riding on the autumn wind of the city, at this moment, Wang Qiang led the horse into the gate of the city lord's mansion.
Just when Master Song Qianshan was about to go out, Wang Qiang quickly explained his purpose to the master after being introduced by the guard.
Upon hearing this, the master immediately asked the guards to take the horses to feed them. Without going out to do anything, he took Wang Qiang to see the Lord of the City, Situ Tianxing.
Although Situ Tianxing didn't know Wang Qiang, fortunately Wang Qiang brought Meng Shentong's letter.
After reading the letter from Tianyun Holy Land, Situ Tianxing asked the master to go about his business. He had something to talk to Wang Qiang.
When the maid brought Wang Qiang a cup of hot tea, Situ Tianxing had already read Old Meng's letter twice, with a strange smile on his face.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Wang Qiang and asked: "So, you are the guy whose engagement was annulled by the Loulan Chen family?"
Wang Qiang smiled faintly, put down the tea cup in his hand, and replied: "Yes, it is you. Now I am not even the senior brother of Tianyun Holy Land..."
Like Li Xiuyuan back then, Wang Qiang did not hide his current identity in front of Situ Tianxing.
In his opinion, he is just an ordinary person, a monk who goes to the snowy mountains to practice Buddhism and learn the Tao.
Situ Tianxing put down the letter in his hand and laughed loudly: "Your temperament reminds me of Li Xiuyuan who has been away for more than ten years. I don't know when he will come back here."
Wang Qiang blurted out: "My master said that the relationship between that brother and Lou Lan is not over yet, and I'm afraid he will have to come back sooner or later."
Situ Tianxing was stunned when he heard this, then sighed and said, "If he comes back, I will have hope."
Wang Qiang felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask: "Is it possible that my brother still owes the city lord the money that he has not paid back?"
