"Let's go up the mountain."
At the foot of Shuangtuo Mountain, Su Qing greeted Yan Zhen.
The secret of Disheng Qianzhou is unknown, but Qingzhou in the northern region is not hindered. The young man looked forward to it, and Su Qing felt something in his heart.
That child has great opportunities, and those who have great opportunities will have great sufferings.
But whether it’s opportunity or suffering, it’s all in the future. What needs to be done now is to leave a mark on Di Sheng Qian Continent. Only then can we break through the limitations and gain insight into the secrets of heaven.
Shuangtuo Mountain is the base camp of the Beihai Sword Sect and is famous for its back that resembles a camel. Now occupied by the Beichuan faction, Yan Zhen can leave his first trace by recapturing this place.
"You, do you really want to go up with me?" Yan Zhen was frightened.
As the head of the Beihai Sword Sect, he certainly wants to regain the sect's foundation. By the way, I wanted to find out what happened in these years, but I didn't bother to ask when I was angry just now.
However, I did not expect that the Lord of Penglai would accompany him.
If this person is willing to help, let alone Shuangtuoshan, he can dominate the entire Qianzhou. Of course Yan Zhen didn't dare to think that, but he couldn't figure out what this person meant.
"I am just a passerby and will not interfere in human affairs." Su Qing said, "But if you can re-establish your foundation, I can give you a gift."
"Really?" Yan Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt the blood all over his body was burning.
A gift from the immortal!
Not to mention there is only one Beichuan faction on the mountain, even a hundred must be defeated.
"Let's go." Su Qing said.
"I dare not walk in front of the Immortal Lord." Yan Zhen stood still.
Su Qing took the lead in walking up the mountain, and Yan Zhen followed carefully.
Yan Zhen is very cautious and is always on guard against anyone coming out. Although he was walking behind, if someone blocked the way, he would definitely be the first to take action. If the opponent's sword is pointed at the Immortal Lord, it's not because the opponent wants to die, but because he is a useless follower.
As a result, I walked past the mountain gate and didn't see anyone guarding it.
"what happened?"
Yan Zhen was extremely puzzled.
The terrain of Shuangtuo Mountain is dangerous, and the mountain road is narrow and difficult to defend and difficult to attack. In the past, he specially had some hidden sentry posts built to guard against possible foreign enemies.
When I came up, I found that all the sentry posts were there, but I didn't see anyone. Even if it is occupied, someone should do basic guarding.
When we reached the main hall on the top of the mountain, we finally knew what was going on.
"Drink, give it to the uncle...hahaha..."
"My little girl is so disobedient. I have to teach her in the room. You drink first."
"Why haven't the people who went down the mountain to inspect come back yet? Time seems to have passed."
"It's better not to come back. It's time for us to go when they come back."
"If you ask me, there is no need to do this. What's the point of patrolling this broken place? There is not much oil and water to open up the wilderness in the poor mountains, and no one will come to rob it at all..."
Yan Zhen's face turned red and his beard was trembling.
I had suffered a lot of humiliation over the years, and I thought I had already calmed down. Unexpectedly, when he returned to his hometown, he became more and more angry every time.
The Beihai Sword Sect's main hall is built on a lower mountain peak, facing another peak in the distance. It is originally a solemn and solemn place. But what has it become now? It’s simply a gangster’s den!
Wearing clothes similar to those of the Beihai Sword Sect, he did dirty things in broad daylight.
"Hey, there's no more wine... You old immortals, hurry up and get the wine..."
The people in the main hall didn't notice anyone coming up, and only urged a few old servants to get the wine quickly.
Yan Zhen turned his head to look, and his figure couldn't help but tremble.
Although the clothes are ragged and old, the pipa is still tied with an iron rope. But he still recognized them at a glance. They were all disciples of the Beihai Sword Sect.
At that time, these few people had few cultivations, but they were very practical and handled many chores in the sect. But I didn't expect that it would look like this now.
Several old servants didn't see Yan Zhen and tremblingly went down to get the wine. One of them seemed to be weak and accidentally fell down.
After the others helped him up, they couldn't help crying.
"Grandmaster, Grandmaster... open your eyes... look at what these beasts have ruined this place..."
The old man cried and cursed, but the Beichuan disciples were not annoyed, but laughed.
The two men got up drunk and started punching and kicking each other. Several other old people tried to pull him away, but they were all knocked down.
"Old guy, his skin is itchy. He won't be able to get beaten for a few days, isn't he?"
"The Beihai Sword Sect used to be so glorious. I was envious of it when I was young. But now that I think about it, it would be much more interesting to trample you under my feet."
"Hey, take it easy. If one of these old guys dies, there will be no more fun in the future."
Yan Zhen gasped and looked at Su Qing inquiringly.
Su Qing said: "Do it yourself."
Yan Zhen nodded and walked forward.
"There is another old guy from the Beihai Sword Sect here. If you want to play, I will accompany you."
Those people turned their heads and laughed again when they saw Yan Zhen's appearance.
"Where did this crazy old man come from? He's here to seek death."
"I just told you to put a few people at the mountain gate to guard it, and put all this mess up the mountain..."
A few old people, on the other hand, rubbed their eyes vigorously.
"Zhang, leader?!"
The people from the Beichuan faction were completely unaware of the danger and were still laughing drunkenly.
"Master? What master? The one from the grave?"
"Just pray slowly and see if you can crawl out... huh? Wait, this old man looks familiar. He seems to be from the Beihai Sword Sect."
"Yes, I have the same impression. When I was young, I wanted to join the Beihai Sword Sect, but I was eliminated. I saw him at the selection ceremony... He, he... he was Yan Zhen?!!! "
Some elderly people recognized him and were instantly stunned.
"The leader of the Beihai Sword Sect?! He's not dead yet?!"
Yan Zhen took action.
He didn't point out that the sword energy could hurt the enemy, and went straight forward to twist his head off.
Since the Yuanshen realm, Yan Zhen has never killed anyone with his bare hands. If you don't have a sword in your hand, use your sword energy to kill him.
Maybe it’s because of anger today, maybe it’s because of decades of experience in the market. Like a tiger, it rushed into the crowd and broke one neck after another.
The disciples of the Beichuan Sect completely sobered up and fled in panic. There were also some who heard the noise and ran out from the back hall to support. Several of them seemed to have high status at first glance, and they seemed to be elders or even leaders.
But the result is the same, if you meet him you will die.
There is no close contest, only one-sided massacre.
"Such a bunch of trash can actually take over my Beihai Sword Sect?" Yan Zhen was puzzled and became angrier at the same time, and his attacks were even more merciless.
After a while, his hands were covered with blood, and he looked like a madman.
Several old men from the Beihai Sword Sect were very excited at first because their old leader was back. But as they looked at them, everyone showed hesitation and fear.
In their impression, although the leader has a strong temperament, he can fight with others with great grace. A sword that kills people is not stained with blood, and he had a reputation of being a bit red when he was young.
But look now, wherever there is a little red, it is all red. His teeth were grinning, his beard and hair were dancing wildly, like a devil.
"Could it be that he really crawled out of the grave..."
The return of the king turned into the return of the dead, and a few old men suddenly panicked.
Over the past thirty years, I have become accustomed to being wronged, and I simply cannot believe that there are miracles. Even now that Yan Zhen is back, he still has some unreliable thoughts.
Yan Zhen slaughtered all the disciples of the Beichuan Sect, and then he felt relieved.
Seeing his hands covered with blood and even brains, his expression did not change at all.
When I was struggling to make a living in Green Island, I had caught even dirtier things than this. If the Immortal Lord hadn't been present, he would have even wanted to use more violent methods.
"Immortal Lord."
Yan Zhen came to Su Qing, bowed and raised his hands to pray.
"Because of the righteous indignation in my heart, I acted too cruelly. I ask the Immortal Lord to punish me."
Su Qing said: "As a passer-by here, I don't care about worldly affairs. Just do whatever you want, don't worry about me."
"Yes." Yan Zhen was relieved and turned to look at the old people.
I thought that these old acquaintances would run over excitedly, just like he did when he faced the Immortal Lord. Unexpectedly, the old people ran away, but in completely the opposite direction.
The old people did not see the respect for the immortal, they only saw the master talking to the air.
No need to doubt it, it came from the grave.
"ghost!!!"
All ran away.
…
Strangers return home in old age, wild dogs chase their friends, and fight with each other. The dog eventually died, with blood splattered all over its body and a hideous appearance. My friend said, you are dead, are you a ghost now? Startled away. The guest sighs, how sad it is that humans are not as good as dogs.
"Qianzhou Menghualu"
