After a long time, Liangchen finally recovered from the shock.
He tried hard to recall, and seemed to have found the culprit.
After another search, he checked every corner of the dantian, sea of consciousness, meridians, blood, flesh, and bones from head to toe, but he still couldn't find the green seed.
"What on earth is this!" He finally became a little discouraged and stopped thinking about this problem.
Thinking of the clouds and rain last night, he suddenly felt confused and a little uneasy. He even hoped that it was really a dream.
But the scent of the saint was permeated in the mountains and forests, reminding him all the time that this thing really happened.
He felt as if he had lost something and gained something.
But what exactly it was, he couldn't tell.
He was just like this, thinking wildly. He didn't know how long it took, but he finally accepted this fact, then shook his head and smiled wryly at himself.
"Obviously you took advantage of it, but you seem to have suffered a huge loss!"
"In that case, let's do it over there!"
Liangchen's whole body flashed with light and disappeared directly from the valley.
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After three months.
Wanren Mountain in Zhongzhou.
A ray of golden light scattered across the world like morning light, directly hitting the colorful Zhuxian formation.
Surprisingly, the sword formation did not react at all. Even though the golden light drove straight in, Shi Ranran landed on the south peak.
There are people waiting by Sunset Cliff.
An old man and a middle-aged man sat at a long table, and three others stood with their hands tied.
They were the three disciples of Kun Wuya, Qianqiu Sect Master and Liangchen.
"Haha! My little friend really did not disappoint me! To be able to escape from the Saint of Light is truly impressive!" When Kun Wuya saw Liangchen's familiar figure, he did not get up. Instead, he shrank his body and lay down lower. His small eyes were almost narrowed to a slit, and he let out bursts of hearty laughter.
"Junior brother, are you okay?" Qianqiu Sect Master stood up and walked forward. After a little inspection, he found nothing unusual, but he still asked a little uneasily.
"Let Ancestor and Senior Brother worry! Thanks to the two Hongfus, they are safe and sound." Liangchen said with his hands in hand.
"Disciple, I have seen the master. Please give my regards to the master!" The three disciples shouted in unison, their brows and eyes full of joy. It seemed that they had been worried a lot these days.
Liangchen nodded gently, but did not sit down. Instead, he bowed deeply to Kun Wuya, who was reclining in the armchair.
"Wanren Mountain can be kept safe only because of the help of our ancestors. Please accept my worship."
"Hehe~~ Can the old man take it seriously?" Kun Wuya grinned and asked.
"That's right!" Qianqiu Sect Master also bent down towards Kun Wuya.
"Then you're welcome, old man." Upon seeing this, Kun Wuya sat up a little straighter, with a solemn expression on his face, and accepted the courtesy from the two of them.
Then he gently raised his sleeves, like a master, and said to Liangchen: "Hurry up and sit down, your delicious tea is waiting for you!"
Liangchen didn't care when he heard the sound, he sat down directly, picked out a can of spiritual tea from left to right, and placed it directly on the long table.
Han Mei'er next to her immediately stepped forward to make tea and scald cups, and waited on her skillfully.
Everyone watched Han Meier's movements intently and remained silent.
When the spiritual tea was put into the pot, a strong fragrance lingered, and it was as white as the lid of a steamer being lifted.
"This is..." Ancestor Wuya immediately sat up after smelling the fragrance and sniffed it repeatedly.
After receiving the spiritual tea, he blew it gently and took a sip.
"Look around for tea." Liangchen slowly said the name of Lingcha.
“The aura in tea is ordinary, but the taste is unique, and the name is perfect!
Looking around is a blur, like the miasma in the northern border, like the steaming fog from the West Sea, like the east city that haunts the soul in dreams, like the dew on the sand in the southern wilderness. Something interesting! Kun Wuya said shaking his head.
"Haha. My ancestor has traveled all over the world and is really well-informed. However, ordinary spiritual tea can actually help this junior to achieve such a grand performance! I'm sorry!" After Liangchen said this, he raised the spiritual tea in the cup and said to ancestor Wuya. Drink it all.
"Thank you again, ancestor, for your help, otherwise Wanren Mountain would have been destroyed by swords and everyone would have died. This junior is either a prisoner or a bereaved dog at this moment." Liangchen thanked him from the bottom of his heart.
"It's just a piece of cake, little friend, don't mention it again! Have tea, drink tea~" Kun Wuya waved his hand.
"Brother, how is it in the mountains?" Liangchen asked Qianqiu Sect Master.
"The Sword Sect disciples suffered very few casualties. They just consume sword energy to replenish the sword formation and need to cultivate for a period of time."
"After a great battle, three beautiful peaks in the mountain were broken, six halls collapsed, and half of the ancient giant trees in the mountain were reduced to ashes under the magical power. I'm afraid it won't be able to be restored in a short time." Qianqiu Sect Master said slowly.
This time the opponent stormed into the mountain with a powerful lineup of six god-transformation monks, and almost the entire army was wiped out. Except for the death of several Ye family disciples, the Sword Sect only had sporadic casualties. This was simply the most perfect result.
Liangchen felt relieved when he heard this.
"But... your old friend is in a bad situation!" Qianqiu Sect Leader said as if he remembered something.
"Old friend?" Liangchen was stunned.
"That's the man in black robe." Kun Wuya explained. He also remembered that Liangchen had been trapped in the golden armor by the temple at that time, so he briefly explained what happened after he was bound. Everyone was amazed and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I secretly admire Patriarch Wuya’s careful thinking and lobbying ability.
"I moved Xiaozhi with emotion and reason, and finally persuaded him to join forces with me. As a result, the Holy Lady of Light was too powerful, and finally used divine magic to severely injure him. Now he is seriously injured and dying, and has been unconscious." Ku Wuya. said.
"This man is the King of the Witch Territory. He has strange and unparalleled magical powers, but he has a bloody evil aura that is difficult to control... I never thought that he would be in such a dangerous situation now!" Liangchen secretly exclaimed.
After a moment of silence, Liangchen spoke again:
"How is Father?"
"My uncle has been hiding in the Jingzhi Sword Sect. There is no serious problem. I heard a few days ago that the Sword Master is about to return to the mountain. Master Muchun has already brought his uncle here. He will probably arrive in half a month." Qianqiu Sect Master replied.
"That's good." Liangchen felt relieved when he heard this.
"By the way, the great elder is still in the sword prison. After I used the soul search technique on him, I also learned something about my junior brother's early years." Qianqiu Sect Master looked at Liangchen and spoke slowly.
"Early years?" Liangchen was startled when he heard this.
"tell me the story."
