"Senior brother, please take care of yourself. Everything will be as arranged by senior brother." Liangchen simply replied and took away the sword talisman. His thoughts were slightly disturbed by the news, but after a moment, his eyes fell on the scroll in his hand again.
For a while, the fragrance of tea was faint, and it was as quiet as an empty room.
In contrast to the tranquility of Liannan Peak, the other peaks are very lively with people coming and going.
Some close friends received the news early and had already entered Wanren Mountain.
Naturally, the East Sword Sect would not send anyone here, but people from the other three major sword sects of the West Sword Sect had already moved into Yingke Ridge in Beifeng.
It is said that people from Qingfeng Sect, Guyue Pavilion, and Jintian Sect, the three major sects of Fazong, are also on their way and will arrive at Wanren Mountain in the near future.
Sunset Sword Master inherits the sword and returns to Nanfeng. This matter is not a big deal or a small matter.
Although Liangchen's birthplace is unknown, Sunset Sword Master is famous far and wide. Back then, everyone in Jiandang Demon Cave praised him. Now that his descendant has returned, he is the same generation as Qianqiu Sect Master Xiling, and is already the leader of the Sword Sect.
Although there is little contact between the Sword and Fa sects, the friendship between the Sword sect and the Fa sect has become more and more obvious in recent years. In addition, the Sword sect personally sent people to send Wan Jian Tie, so the Fa sect still has to worry about some feelings. Most sects Mendu sent disciples to watch the ceremony.
The first is to see if he can get back a few weapons that were taken away before, and the second is to meet the successor of the Sunset Sword Master.
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Magic Dragon City, City Lord Hall.
A capable man was flipping through a thick red leather scroll in his hand, but suddenly he stared at one of the pages and slapped his head.
"No wonder it looks so familiar, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before!"
"It turned out to be him!"
After solving the questions that had been lingering in his mind for the past few days, the man was immediately overjoyed and smiled broadly.
This red book records all important matters. Once one of them is completed, there will be very generous rewards.
He immediately held the book in hand and walked quickly towards the round-faced old man behind the counter who was concentrating with his eyes closed.
"Chief steward, I have something to report to you." When he arrived, he covered his face with joy and said respectfully.
"What's the matter?" The round-faced old man slowly opened his eyes and asked.
"A few days ago, this person went to my subordinates to apply for a city entry token. At that time, I felt that the name was familiar, but I couldn't remember it. It wasn't until I sorted out the red books from previous years that I saw that it turned out to be a reward. Man." He said and handed over the page of the book.
"Oh? Which volume is this?" When the round-faced old man heard that there was a reward in the red volume, his spirits perked up. He reached out to take the thick book and looked at the portraits on the pages carefully.
"Return to the Chief Steward, Volume 83." The man replied.
"Are you sure it's him?" the old man asked again.
"My subordinates have painted his portrait before, so I can confirm it." The man nodded heavily.
"Well, go ahead and go, I understand." The round-faced old man looked thoughtful, and after a moment he closed the book and handed it back. He once again changed into his previous Gujing Wubo appearance, closed his eyes and rested.
Seeing that the chief steward let him leave so lightly without any mention of claiming the reward, he suddenly became a little confused. But he didn't dare to ask. He respectfully put away the red book and walked towards the counter. When he left, he heard a vague whisper, which seemed to answer the question in his heart.
"It's been too long, it's useless..."
"Has the client behind it been found, or has it been cancelled?" The man was happy in vain, but he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged when he heard this.
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Far west, a deep mountain cliff.
Thick fog lingers between the cliffs, and the depth is bottomless. The cliffs seem to be in the shape of a half-moon arc, getting deeper and deeper as they go lower.
But somewhere on the top of the cliff hangs a dilapidated wooden house with three rooms and three floors. It looks like a birdcage or a basket hanging on the cliff.
There is an altar table in the wooden house in the middle. On the table is a Buddha statue with a round face and a big belly, and a smiling Buddha. There are a few words engraved at the foot: abandon this aggregate and return to other aggregates.
An old monk and two young monks sat in front of the Buddha.
The old monk has a kind face and kind eyes, with a long beard and long eyebrows. There are two young monks, one fat and one thin. One is so round that his monk's robe is full, and he has a cinnabar petal between his eyebrows. The other is as lean as a monkey, and his monk's robe seems to be hanging down on his body, but there are two cinnabar petals between his eyebrows.
The three of them were sitting quietly chanting sutras when suddenly the old monk strung beads in his hands and slowly opened his eyes.
"The days are short."
"Master, my disciple is here." The fat monk responded.
"How long has Senior Brother been gone?" the old monk asked.
When the fat monk heard this question, he immediately counted his fingers and replied:
"Back to master, the senior brother has been gone for ten years."
"The night is long." The old monk turned his head and whispered.
"Disciple is here." The thin monk responded.
"How long has Senior Brother been gone?" the old monk asked again.
The thin monk heard the sound and murmured, then opened his mouth and replied:
"Back to master, the senior brother has been gone for ten years, eight months and thirteen days."
"Yes." The old monk showed a hint of satisfaction when he heard the answer, and then moved his fingers slightly as if he was deducing something. After a moment, he spoke again: "Then you can go too!"
"Master, where are you going, disciple?" The fat monk asked with confusion on his face when he heard this.
The thin monk next to him walked directly to the next room, and then started to pack his clothes and things. He finished it in a moment, put everything into a khaki cloth bag on his waist, and returned to the Buddhist hall again.
"You go east and bring someone back." The old monk said.
"To the east? How far? What does that man look like?" When the fat monk heard this, he had a few more questions in his mind.
"When you see him, you will naturally know what he looks like." The old monk replied with a smile.
"Master, please stop playing riddles! Do you dislike my disciple for eating too much? Isn't it okay for my disciple to eat less in the future?" The fat monk begged with a sad look on his face.
"Master, my disciple is gone." After hearing this, the thin monk immediately put his hands together in salute, then turned around and opened the door and walked out.
Outside the house was a cliff of ten thousand feet, but the thin monk didn't care. He stepped out, and the clouds and mist suddenly gathered under his feet, condensing into a white cloud to hold him up.
Every time you take a step, there will be a white cloud under your feet. From a distance, it looks like you are walking on a ladder in the sky.
The fat monk in the room looked at his senior brother with a troubled expression as he walked away, then looked at the master who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and then hurriedly rushed into the room to dig around, and hurriedly put some miscellaneous items into his bag. Then rushed out.
"Senior brother, wait for me!"
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