The little old man was extremely fast, and just remembered the cry, he had already threw himself down in front of An Qisheng, and he was crying while keeping his thigh.

It's a tragic situation, tears are heard when it is heard, and those who see it are saddened.

Qiao Qi'er, who let the donkey come in with his hind feet, listened and licked his teeth, and his cheeks were sore.

This old man can cry too...

"..."

An Qisheng's brows twitched, but he didn't make a sound. When the little old man's cry subsided, he sighed and said:

"How many are still alive?"

This is the trouble left over from the predecessor.

The predecessor was born in the 'Hunyi Sect' and was the last disciple of the head of the Hunyi Sect. Because of his average talent, he had only entered the Dao for more than a hundred years, and he was not the candidate for the next head of the sect.

For many years, he has been walking in the world, rarely returning to the door. When he went back once before, he found that his teacher was severely injured.

No, I just ventured into the mountains to take the tree heart of the thousand-year-old demon as my teacher to prolong the life.

However, this is just what the predecessor thought.

An Qisheng, who spied on the trajectory of his destiny with a picture of Daoyi, can see more things from it...  

huh~

The crying stopped abruptly.

Then the little old man raised his head, wiped his tears from his wide sleeves, and the old tears flowed: "That's it, only the old slave and the big flower are left..."

"Ah ah~"

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The big donkey raised his head and called out at the right time.

One person and one donkey looked at An Qisheng eagerly, with a sad face.

"Get up first, sit down and talk slowly."

An Qisheng tugged his sleeves and said solemnly.

The old man who was less than four feet in front of him was called Gong Yang Yan. He was a mixed-up housekeeper. He was nearly three hundred years old and his lifespan was exhausted.

Although he has been in the Dao for many years, his body and energy have declined due to his old age.

In his opinion, at most, he has seven years to live.

"Door, doorkeeper. You, your eyes, your eyes."

As soon as Gong Yangyan stopped crying, he looked up and saw An Qisheng's dark eyes, and fell to the ground in horror, his hands trembled:

"You, your cultivation base, where did your cultivation base go?"

Gong Yangyan was anxious and startled, almost out of breath, and his eyes were flushed with anxiety.

At the same time, he was also shocked by the calmness of the 'Sect Master'.

In the face of such heavy losses and setbacks, he did not feel depressed at all.

"Something went wrong, it's okay."

An Qisheng didn't care, and instead asked, "Old Yan, what happened in the door?"

"Ugh."

Gong Yangyan let out a long sigh, and the whole person looked a few years older again, his lips trembling: "Hungry, it doesn't exist anymore..."

"The patriarch of my mixed school was first a disciple of the Anning Palace Master's 'Pingbo Building', and then he left the 'Pingbo Building' and opened up a new school for me. But even if the teacher went out of the same school, the Pingbo Building still treated me in the same school. There is great hostility..."

Gong Yangyan's emotions fluctuated greatly, and he was obviously unable to let go. His words were filled with fear and a touch of hatred:

"The injury of the old sect master was caused by the eldest disciple 'Lin Baimei' of Pingbo Tower... On the third day when the sect master went out to find medicine for the old sect master, a group of mysterious people attacked , In the first battle, the mountain gate was completely destroyed, and all the disciples were killed!"

"The one who shot must be someone from Pingbo Building!"

Gong Yangyan's voice was hoarse, but his breath was a little unsteady. Qiao Qi'er, who was not far behind, only felt a blackness in front of him, the chill was piercing to the bone, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Yes?"

An Qisheng glanced at Gong Yangyan, although he had no eyes, it gave the latter a sense of being seen through his body and mind.

"Old slave, I was out shopping at that time, and when I returned to the mountain, I saw a lot of devastation. When I buried the corpse of the sect, I saw the dying flowers, and the old sect master's decree located in you.... .."

Gong Yangyan was a little anxious: "The old slave was afraid that you would also be killed, so I hurried here just now. Sect Master, you can't doubt this old slave."

Gong Yangyan was angry and anxious, and was shocked by An Qisheng's calmness.

An Qisheng didn't say anything, just took a deep look at Gong Yangyan.

Following his thoughts, a faint imprint of the primordial spirit has risen in his heart.

He believed in what he saw with his own eyes more than his one-sided words.

"Mr. Monster, this little old man didn't lie to you, but he didn't tell the truth either."

Sanxin Lan Lingtong, who had not entered An Qisheng's mind long before the two entered the door, has swept the brand and shook his head:

"This old man clearly hasn't had a good life for a few years, yet he's still so greedy for money? There's nothing left, and some things left by the sect are hidden in his arms!"

"Get old, Yan."

An Qisheng got up and picked up the little old man, motioned him to sit down, and then said: "Although Hunyimen and Pingbolou hate each other, there has been no large-scale conflict for thousands of years. in."

"Ok?"

Gong Yangyan was stunned, looking at An Qisheng as if he had seen him for the first time: "Hong, Hongxuan! Well, that is the gate that raised you, Master, you, you actually excused the Pingbo Tower? "

This time, Gong Yang's anger went bad, and the door owner didn't cry anymore.

He couldn't understand how Hong Xuan, who had a hot personality in the past, could become so calm, and even made him feel chills.

An Qisheng was still calm, and his emotions didn't fluctuate too much. Although he was in this body, he did not refuse to do something for him to repay the kindness of Lushe.

But this doesn't mean that he has to take the place of the former master.

Not to mention the death of the former master's body, even if the memory remains, it will not affect his mood.

Therefore, he only glanced at Gong Yangyan lightly, and then said to himself:

"The Great Zhou Dynasty, divided into various sects to govern the world, seventy-two roads, six hundred continents, and tens of thousands of prefectures and cities, like spiders knotting webs, intimidating the world, ordering everyone to obey..."

Da Zhou is undoubtedly a behemoth overlooking the world.

No matter if you mix one, Qunxingmen, Pingbolou, or even Tiangangmen, Brahma Martial Dao and other tyrannical sects are all part of the Great Zhou.

Indispensable, yet insignificant.

"you....."

Gong Yang Yan's anger remained unabated: "This, this is a well-known thing, what are you talking about?"

'I don't know...'

Qiao Qi'er replied silently, but did not dare to speak, and quietly listened to An Qisheng's opening.

"Old Yan, don't forget. Except for the imperial court, which is not easy for a long time, all the sects, including the Brahma Martial Dao, are fixed up and down, not forever!"

An Qisheng's tone was calm, but Gong Yangyan's brows were wrinkled, and he was a little surprised: "Wanfa Chaozong?"

An Qisheng nodded: "Yes."

The imperial court gathered all the sects in the world and managed the world by division, and each of the major sects became the top officials of the frontier. This system was the first time An Qisheng had seen it.

However, no matter what kind of system, if there is no opportunity for promotion, it will be difficult to maintain it for a long time.

The way for Da Zhou's promotion lies in the 'Wanfa Chaozong' conference.

This day is the day when the Great Zhou sacrifices to the sky, and it is also the day when the various sects compete and are divided into high and low.

"It has only been twenty-four years since the arrival of the Wanfa Dynasty once every eight hundred years."

An Qi sat down again and sighed softly: "Before the conference, the group of demons danced wildly, but some things are unclear."

The 800-year-old Wanfa Dynasty, the Great Zhou sacrifice to the sky, is too important for the conscientious person.

This point, even if there is no hope, he can guess the imprint of the primordial spirit of black and white.

Not to mention, from the imprints of the primordial spirits of these three people, he saw many things that ordinary people did not know.

"Yes, but I'm in the same class, and I don't have the heart to fight, nor the strength to fight..."

Gong Yangyan's face turned pale, but he still shook his head and retorted: "The old sect master would never be so unwise."

Although theoretically any sect holding the Great Zhou decree is eligible to participate in the battle of the government, the state, the Tao, and even the kings.

However, the threshold is invisible, such a small sect with only two or three monks condensing into a great alchemy, such as a mixed sect, is not qualified to participate in such a big event.

"Yes or no, it won't be long before I think it will be verified."

An Qisheng did not intend to explain too much.

He slowly lay on the rocking chair, kneading his eyebrows, soothing the stinging pain in his eyes, and said softly:

"The principle of cutting grass and eradicating the roots is understood by the villagers. Those monks who have killed the sect have no reason to understand..."

shuh~

Gong Yangyan stood up suddenly, his face instantly turned pale as paper, and his eyes showed horror: "The door, the meaning of the door owner is that they deliberately did not kill me, just to..."

Gongyang Yanru was struck by lightning, only to feel his body freezing to the bone and his lips turning blue and purple.

He was just old and frail, not stupid, and quickly thought of this possibility.

"If so, if so..."

His lips trembled, and before he finished speaking, he turned around suddenly, held the big donkey with horror in his eyes, and was about to leave.

But he was called by An Qisheng:

"Old Yan left at this time, how can it be in time? Let people break it down and mix it up, it's really nothing."

Pfft!

Gong Yangyan swayed and knelt on the ground, unable to hold back his tears: "Sect Master, it's me, it's me who hurt you. It's me who hurt you..."

"How can I have the face to meet the old sect master..."

This cry, but can not stop.

He was not a very tough person. The reason why he was able to cultivate and enter the Dao was mostly because he was a servant of an old sect master in the world, and was taken care of by him.

If not, it would not be impossible to condense a great elixir for nearly three hundred years after entering the Dao.

I was already exhausted by the disaster, and at this time, I heard that it was very likely that I would end up destroying the whole family.

I couldn't hold it any longer, and cried a few times, before fainting.

The big donkey behind him who was frightened changed his face~lightnovelpub.net~ Ang'er' 'Ang'er' kept calling, Qiao Qi'er didn't notice for a while, and was almost ridden by the donkey.

For a time, chickens and dogs jumped in the yard, so it was not noisy.

"Mood, really has nothing to do with age."

An Qisheng rubbed his brows, waved his hand with a headache, and motioned to hold the big donkey. Qiao Qi'er, who was still in shock, helped the little old man into the room.

He stretched out his hand and took out a palm-sized bronze mirror covered with many unknown patterns and talismans from the little old man's arms.

This bronze mirror is the magic weapon of the 'Dust Mirror', which is unique, but there are some remnants of the sect.

All the troubles are taken, and the inheritance is naturally unreasonable not to leave.

"Pfft~"

The big donkey lowered his head and snorted, his eyes fixed on An Qisheng like a copper bell.

The saliva flowed down to a length of three feet.