The seven masters have been in Qingzhou for thirty-six years, walking among the streets and marketplaces. As for the great events in the world, they are just hearsay like ordinary people. I didn't think too much about Su Qing's behavior of picking up the steamed buns. I just felt that the Immortal Lord had a broad mind and was not angry at the "big devil"'s statement.
But having said that, fear is inevitable.
"There is no need to talk about what happened at Liejian Villa back then..." Yan Zhen withdrew his trembling hand, and of course everyone else did the same.
Even if they didn't tell what happened next, they could still guess pretty well.
The disappearance of the heads of the seven major sects at the same time is an earth-shattering event, and the Qianzhou martial arts community will definitely respond. Judging from what is known now, he must have been holding back a big move.
Only Xu Chuping knows how to operate it specifically. But it’s not difficult for others to imagine the end result even if they don’t know the details.
You can send seven of them away with one sleeve, and you can send away more with a few more sleeves. And everyone knew very well that that time at Liejian Villa was definitely not as simple as rolling one's sleeves.
Back then, the seven of them only attacked the magic circle on Penglai Island. And when Master Xu summoned a group of powerful men, his sword must be pointed at the Master of Penglai himself.
The little piglet goes to the butcher, looking for death and can't wait to be slaughtered.
Yan Zhen calmed down. "Just tell us if there are any survivors."
"There are four people, two each from Liejian Villa and Baihe Sect..." Someone said four names, and the expressions of the seven masters were very complicated.
When we were on Penglai Island, these four guys escaped. Unexpectedly, when I returned to Qianzhou, I was lucky enough to escape another disaster.
I originally despised their cowardice, but now I realize that they are aware of the current situation. Being able to accurately judge forms and make decisions is much better than the seven of them.
"For those who are strong in martial arts, it is not difficult to predict the chaos in Qianzhou." Yan Zhen let out a long sigh.
"The world is in chaos, and heroes are fighting each other. Those first-level warriors who have not been invited, and even those demons who are hiding in XZ, may appear. If my prediction is correct, it is not the Beichuan Sect that will destroy our Beihai Sword Sect. But the old enemies of other Yuanshen realms.”
The survivors nodded.
"What the leader said is true. The enemies are attacking the mountain gate one after another, and even united. All the brothers and sisters above the Yuan Shen realm have died in the battle."
"If all the elite were not lost, it would not be the Beichuan faction's villain's turn to succeed."
"Dishengqianzhou is very chaotic now. There are fighting everywhere and people die every day. The Shuangtuoshan side is relatively remote, and overall it is better. The closer you get to the Central Plains, the more fierce the fighting will be."
"But I don't know the details. The news here is too limited. Those bastards from the Beichuan faction have no ambitions. They only want to harm the people nearby..."
The seven masters were silent, their eyes full of worry.
If all the elite members of the sect are lost, enemies will surely come. In particular, the seven major sects have been suppressing other sects, so it is natural to take this opportunity to counterattack and rebound.
The Beihai Sword Sect is peaceful and contented with the world, but there are still enemies coming to seek revenge. Other sects have grievances and even internal problems. After so many years, it is really difficult to predict the changes.
Of course, there is no good news.
The ancestors of the third rank were all extinct, and there were only a handful of second rank masters left. The seven of them can walk sideways on Qianzhou.
"Brother Yan, now that the situation is clear, we will stay soon." Xu Chuping clasped his fists and said, "We will get together again after everyone has settled the affairs in the sect."
"Okay." Yan Zhen forced a smile. "Looking at the bright side, I'm afraid there won't even be many second-level officials in Nenggan State now. The major sects are standing behind each other, and the problems they are most worried about are no longer there. Once the disputes are settled, everyone no longer has to worry about interacting with each other."
He said goodbye to the six sect leaders and looked at the survivors of the sect.
There are not many in total, and the old, weak, sick and disabled occupy all of them. In addition to the more than one hundred people who were captured, they can be regarded as the rebuilding team of the Beihai Sword Sect.
"Hey..." Yan Zhen sighed.
Although it is not necessarily a bad thing to stand up after being destroyed, there are really not many people who are destroyed like this. Even if you can still recruit some young disciples, it won't take just a few years to train them into talents. The road to reconstruction for the Beihai Sword Sect is long and arduous.
Yan Zhen looked outside, and Su Qing was still under the tree. He was talking to the old man who gave him the steamed buns, as if he wanted to reciprocate his kindness.
"My father-in-law, do you have any wishes?" Su Qing asked.
"What is a wish?" The old man was puzzled.
"Wishes, ideas." Su Qing said.
"No." The old man said happily.
"..." Su Qing was speechless.
"Do you want to thank me for that steamed bun?" the old man said with a smile. "No need to thank you. Go do some work when you have the strength to avoid people gossiping."
"Things have to be done, and gifts of thanks are indispensable." Su Qing said, "My father-in-law is simple and deserves to enjoy his family."
"Family relationship... there is no family relationship." The old man's face darkened, "The whole family is gone, all killed by those bastards... Well, this has nothing to do with you. Forget it, go to work."
The old man was aroused and sad, turned around and walked away hobblingly.
After walking a few steps, my legs and feet felt lighter and lighter. But I was feeling uncomfortable, so I didn’t think much about it. But Leng Buding looked up and found a group of people looking at him as if he were a ghost.
"What's wrong? Why do you want to see what I do?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the old man himself was startled.
The voice is no longer old and hoarse, but as loud as a young man's.
I touched my face, and there was no wrinkle at all. Look at his hands and feet, they are as strong as when he was young.
No, not like.
He is a young man now.
"Getting younger?!" someone exclaimed.
Take ten steps and you will be young and old again.
"People cannot be resurrected after death, which goes against the principles of yin and yang. I will help you reshape your body, and then marry and have a strong heir." Su Qing's voice came.
Without even thinking about it, the young man turned around and prostrated himself, kowtowing repeatedly. "Little old man thanks the immortal for his grace, little old man thanks the immortal for his grace..."
Although he has a young body, he looks like an old man. There was no mocking or ridicule, only shock and envy.
"Meet the Immortal."
"Ask the immortal for blessings..."
Whoosh, he fell to his knees in an instant. The regret in my heart is difficult to describe in words.
Isn't it just a steamed bun, but it can be exchanged for such great benefits? I just regretted that I was so greedy just now. It would be great to give one to the immortal.
Some people even had their brains twitched and took out the unfinished steamed buns, wondering if they could change them into something.
If the old man is rejuvenated, they can pay back half of it.
Only the man who had scolded Su Qing did not move forward and lay at the back of the crowd, trembling. He even couldn't help but check his physical condition, wondering if he had exchanged his youth for someone else.
The seven masters were stunned and could not speak for a long time.
Only then did they suddenly remember the rumors they heard in Qingzhou Market.
At first I laughed at them, thinking those people were ignorant. Of course the Lord of Penglai is extremely powerful, but the theory of cause and effect is pure nonsense. How can a superior immortal talk to mortals?
Now they knew that the legend turned out to be true.
"Yan Zhen." Su Qing called.
"Immortal Lord." Yan Zhen quickly ran forward and asked respectfully. "Do you have any instructions?"
"I said that I would like to send you a gift." Su Qing said, "I want to lend you a sword."
The other heads were stunned for a moment, with a burst of envy in their eyes. Especially Song Yueyao, the master of Yaoyue Palace, subconsciously wiped the wrinkles from the corners of his eyes.
Could it be that Yan Zhen would be like that old man and rejuvenate him?
After recovering his cultivation, he lost a lot of his old look, but his age has not really changed. If given the opportunity to rejuvenate, no one would refuse.
It's just that they don't understand why they need a sword.
Yan Zhen didn't think about it carefully and just went to find it.
The Beichuan Sect left behind many weapons, many of which belonged to the Beihai Sword Sect. But Yan Zhen felt that it was already dirty and not worthy of being used by the Immortal Lord.
Looking around anxiously, I saw the statue in the hall.
That was the founder of the Beihai Sword Sect, holding a large iron sword in his hand.
Even though the Beichuan sect was so messy, no one took off the sword. Yan Zhen didn't care, jumped over and pulled it out.
The group of old men from the sect looked at him in a daze, and a little suspicious that the leader was crazy.
Yan Zhen ran back again holding the sword, carefully wiped the handle with his clothes, raised it over his head in a ceremonial manner, and handed it to Su Qing.
Su Qing took the iron sword and looked at the mountain next to it.
"Look carefully."
Draw your sword.
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The elder has two steamed buns and is about to eat them. I saw a traveler sitting under a tree for a long time, saying he was hungry and weak. If you have kind thoughts in your heart, give them some buns. The traveler said, "Those who are kind-hearted will be rewarded." Only when an elder is a child can he meet an immortal. When the villagers heard about it, they sighed, how lucky it was that this steamed bun came here.
"Qianzhou Menghualu"
