After three shouts, the bruised old man fainted from serious injuries!
The sixteen gatekeeper disciples looked at each other in confusion.
"Eh? He seems to be holding something in his hand!"
The disciples hurriedly surrounded the old man, and one disciple tried to take out something tightly held in the old man's hand.
However, even though the old man had fainted, he still held on tightly and refused to let go.
The disciple had no choice but to use his skills and finally snatched the "thing" out.
Put it in front of everyone and look at it by the light of lightning.
The sixteen disciples were all shocked.
What was held tightly by the old man was a robe.
"Isn't this robe... worn by our Tianzong elders?"
"Could this old man be the Tianzong elder of our Penglai Divine Sect!?"
"Look, there's something wrapped in the robe!"
Everyone spread out their robes with all their hands and feet, and inside, a waist badge showed the true respect.
There is a line of small characters right above the waist plate: Tianzong, Four Skills Qiankun Pavilion.
In the middle, there is a name written: Mo Wentian.
"Ah! He is really the elder of our Tianzong!"
"Damn it, who on earth severely injured me, the Tianzong elder, is so heart-wrenching!"
"Quick, go and notify Tianzong!"
…
The first day of March.
It’s the twenty-fifth day since the end of the Four Arts Ceremony.
Penglai Shenzong, Tianzong.
On a big soft bed, the mysterious old man Mo Wentian sat, his eyes closed tightly, and his breath was like a gossamer.
The blood on the face has been washed away, the wound has been cleaned and stitched up.
Around the bed.
Tianzong, the top ten chiefs naturally lowered their hands and stood aside respectfully.
In the middle of the ten chiefs, the sect leader Nalan Xuance looked solemn.
"Report to the sect leader." Tianzong, the chief of the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion, Yuhua City, took a step forward and clasped his fists with both hands.
"This disciple has just joined Tianzong and has only been serving as the chief of the Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion for a short period of time. Yesterday, he looked through the list of elders."
"This person is indeed thirty years ago, the second elder Mo Wentian under the chief seat of Nangong Yan of Tianzong's Four Arts Qiankun Pavilion."
Thirty years ago!
This keyword made Sect Leader Nalan's face become darker and darker.
The chief of Yuhua City continued: "According to the disciple's verification, thirty years ago, chief Nangong Yan led many elders of the four arts to excavate ancient tombs and were attacked by four god-level sects."
"but……"
Yuhuacheng looked solemn and hesitated to speak.
Sect Master Nalan narrowed his eyes and guessed some signs: "Speak directly if you have anything to say!"
Yuhua City nodded: "But Elder Mo Wentian mysteriously disappeared before Chief Nangong Yan and the others set off."
"This disciple has reason to suspect that there is a 50% chance that this person will reveal the truth about our sect's excavation of ancient tombs."
Sect Master Nalan clenched his fists tightly and said in a deep voice, "Why is this person not awake yet?"
Yuhuacheng looked ashamed: "Disciple has tried his best, but this person's injuries are too serious, the meridian palace soul is broken, and the disciple does not know what kind of strength he relied on to escape back to our sect overnight."
"Alas... with my disciple's ability, I can't revive him."
Sect Master Nalan nodded, his face extremely gloomy: "Go find Luo Fu!"
…
On the first day of March, at You hour, the setting sun is like blood!
Half an hour after taking the next dose of elixir, Mo Wentian woke up leisurely.
The pair of tightly closed eyelids finally slowly lifted up.
What caught his eye were the top ten chiefs of Tianzong and the gloomy-faced Sect Master Nalan.
Mo Wentian's eyes swept across the crowd, and when his eyes rested on Nalan Xuance and the calm-looking Luo Fu, his psychological defense finally collapsed and he burst into tears.
"This disciple is a sinner! This disciple is an eternal sinner of the Penglai Divine Sect!"
"Back then, Emperor Yuwen personally promised that his disciple would be the leader of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace and the Four Heavenly Arts. The disciple was confused for a moment and committed such a crime of betraying Shenzong."
"Disciple, I'm sorry for Chief Nangong Yan, I'm sorry for Shenzong!"
Sect Master Nalan’s teeth were almost broken when he heard this.
But he did not have an attack. Instead, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a cold voice: "Mo Wentian, you still have the nerve to come back!"
"You risked your life to rebel and escape from Wandao Immortal Palace, but you had an ulterior motive?"
Mo Wentian was startled when he heard this, with a look of extreme guilt on his face, and said: "During the Four Arts Ceremony, Luo Fu dedicated his whole life for our Divine Sect, which is touching."
"When Luo Fu, one of the four god-level sects, committed crimes one after another and used Chief Nangong Yan's alchemy furnace to refine elixirs, the disciples were already ashamed and ashamed."
"This disciple has a guilty conscience. He is ashamed of his ancestor and his chief Nangong Yan."
"For the rest of my life, I don't want to survive, I just want to make up for my sins."
With that said, Mo Wentian struggled to sit up and said, "The owner of the ancient tomb is indeed a senior member of our Penglai Divine Sect."
"During the excavation of the tomb, Chief Nangong Yan unearthed and deciphered hundreds of ancient classics."
"But these ancient classics are all written in the code words of our Divine Sect, and others cannot decipher them."
Sect Leader Nalan was furious when he heard this: "That's you, the one who helped the four god-level sects crack it!?"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with tears: "The four god-level sects once forced Chief Nangong Yan to decipher the classics on the spot, but they refused. Chief Nangong then blew himself up and died."
"It was the disciples who helped them decipher it."
"Among these classics, there are thirteen books on the outer sect's Zhenzong level and sub-immortal level exercises."
"Ten inner sect-level and sub-immortal-level exercises."
"Ten books of Tianzong Zongzong level and sub-immortal level exercises."
"Emperor Sect..."
"Zunzong..."
"The sinner's disciple Mo Wentian has secretly memorized all the formulas and formulas in his heart."
"This time I escaped back to Penglai Shenzong just to return the property to its original owner and to atone for my sins!"
Upon hearing this, Sect Master Nalan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly said: "Quick, get the blank jade slip!"
A few hours later.
Jade slips filled with sub-immortal-level skills are already placed beside the bed!
Everyone in the hall was silent.
Mo Wentian memorized these many exercises and millions of words of formulas word for word!
Although this man's sins were heinous, his sincere act of atonement left people with mixed emotions.
Mo Wentian's face was extremely calm at this moment, with a sense of relief.
He turned to look at Luo Fu and said, "Luo Fu, it was you who inspired me."
"And when you faced the four god-level sects, you offered generous terms and rejected them outright, which made me even more embarrassed in front of you."
"You are very good. With you here, you can strengthen the character of my Shenzong!"
After saying that, Mo Wentian looked at Sect Master Nalan again, and suddenly looked calm: "Sect Master, this disciple has one last thing to do."
Mo Wentian smiled calmly: "Then, go to Jiuquan and apologize to Chief Nangong Yan."
After saying this, Mo Wentian suddenly frowned, with a painful look on his face, and strange bright green venom overflowed from the corner of his mouth!
The next moment, Mo Wentian died.
In the entire hall, no one stopped Mo Wentian.
However, they all had extremely complicated emotions regarding Mo Wentian's suicide.
Luo Fu looked at Mo Wentian's body silently without making any comment.
Sect Leader Nalan glanced at the large number of jade slips beside the bed and said, "Come here, please distribute these jade slips to various sects, especially the inner sect."
"The ancient secret realm is about to be opened, and the disciples of my inner sect will enter it and participate in the battle for the treasure among the five god-level sects."
"Pass this order, our Divine Sect has opened Tian'en. There is no need to do any tasks. All disciples who meet the qualifications to practice the sub-immortal-level Zongzong Kung Fu can practice for free!"
"At the same time, open the inner sect's Mustard Seed Time and Space Tower and let them practice in the tower. They must practice the nine-level sub-immortal level skills as much as possible in the shortest possible time!"
"As you command!"
Nalan Xuance let out a long breath and said, "I hope that before the secret realm is opened, the disciples of my inner sect can achieve success in their studies."
"Luo Fu, you go too."
"You can choose from all the sub-immortal-level sect-suppressing techniques within the inner sect."
"Thank you for your hard work again this time."
Luo Fu smiled faintly and said: "This disciple also wants to practice in seclusion, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve it."
He knew that the medical sage Sun Haoran was about to bring several old friends to seek treatment.
This was agreed upon in advance.
"Report to the sect master!"
Before Master Nalan could ask why, a Tianzong elder stood respectfully outside the door.
Sect Master Nalan frowned: "What? The technique is wrong?"
The elder of that day's sect said hurriedly: "Let me tell you, sect leader, there should be no problem with the technique."
"This disciple is here... for the inner sect disciple Luo Fu."
"There is someone outside our Shen Sect asking to see me. He claims to be Luo Fu's father-in-law and biological father."
"Disciple heard that Luo Fu was here, so he came to see him rashly."
"Oh!?" Sect Master Nalan was slightly surprised and looked at Luo Fu with questioning eyes.
Luo Fu laughed dumbly and said, "I'm afraid, nine out of ten of them are true."
It's not hard to guess.
Luo Fu shines in the Four Arts Ceremony, and the change of attitude of the Canglan Kingdom Lord can be expected.
Luo Fu was not surprised that the king brought his father to visit Shenzong.
Immediately, Luo Fu clasped his fists at Sect Master Nalan: "In that case, the disciple will leave first."
Sect Master Nalan smiled slightly and said, "I will accompany you."
Luo Fu hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Thank you, Sect Master."
The leader of a majestic god-level sect is willing to accompany an inner sect disciple to meet his family!
What a glorious honor this is!
However, Sect Master Nalan's move was also to send a signal to Luo Fu and everyone.
He attaches great importance to Luo Fu.
…
Penglai Shenzong, outside the door.
Thirty million young people who came here with admiration have already surrounded the entire sect!
These young men come from various small, medium, large, and super countries and dynasties across the Canglan Continent!
This is the first month that Penglai Shenzong has been surrounded by thousands of young people.
But today's situation is different.
The hundreds of elders responsible for receiving defectors were not as busy as usual today.
All because, all the young people who came to seek refuge with Shenzong were collectively looking up at the sky quietly.
Among the spirit boats that filled the sky in various countries, there was one that looked a little shabby, but it was extremely eye-catching!
All because, on the outer wall of the spirit boat, there are four big characters of "Canglan Ancient Country" written with flying dragons and phoenixes!
Everyone knows that Luo Fu was born in the ancient country of Canglan.
There are two figures on the bow of the spirit boat.
One is the leader of Canglan Kingdom.
The person in the wheelchair beside him was Luo Xiangtian, the father of Luo Fu.
"Wow, is that the spirit boat of the Canglan Ancient Kingdom?"
"They are here to see Senior Brother Luo Fu, right?"
"Stop fucking yourself up, the Penglai Shenzong has confiscated you, how can you deserve to call Luo Fu senior brother!"
At this time, I don't know if it was the clever young man who suddenly felt blessed.
This man, in the crowd, suddenly knelt down towards the spirit boat of the Canglan Ancient Kingdom: "Disciple Yang Zhenling of the Canglan Ancient Kingdom, pays homage to the Lord of the Canglan Kingdom!"
Tens of millions of young people were stunned.
You, a citizen of the great Canggu Kingdom, do not need to pay such a great courtesy to the Lord of Canglan Kingdom...
I... my grass!
In an instant, all the teenagers reacted!
Thirty million young people knelt down in collective worship and shouted loudly!
"Greetings to the Lord of Canglan!"
To please the leader of the Canglan Kingdom is to please the Penglai Divine Sect’s most popular disciple, Luo Fu!
To please Luo Fu is to please the Penglai Shenzong!
And if you please the Penglai Divine Sect, you can join the sect and learn the four heaven-defying skills!
Countless young people who harbor dreams of becoming "Alchemy Saints", "Weapon Saints", "Array Saints" and "talisman Saints" in the future, seem to have grabbed the ticket to great success!
On top of the spirit boat.
The Lord of Canglan laughed heartily at such a scene. If it wasn't for the dignity of the Lord, he would have danced with joy.
"Pingshen, let's all be flat."
"Hahaha, all you young talents, please get back on your feet!"
"Oh ho ho ho~"
"Thank you Lord Canglan!"
The Lord of Canglan Kingdom pointed at Luo Xiangtian: "This person is the first-class Duke Zhenguo and the first-class national master of our ancient Canglan Kingdom, Luo Xiangtian!"
"And he is Luo Fu's biological father!"
