It's a month.

For a month, Su Cheng has not left an inch, paying attention to the progress in the soul coffin all the time, and the Bibo Gate has not been alarmed, waiting up and down, waiting for the movement in the head of the quiet room, waiting for a final answer.

Wu Ming didn't show up for a long time, and the disciples only thought that he was protecting Yu Decheng, in case he wanted to do something unbearable, with him on the first scene, it would be good to complete the replacement of the old and new heads of the three or four generations nearby.

It's just that, under the calm that everyone seems to have accepted, it is not without undercurrents surging in private.

Lianshuifang, the 'Ziyunzhai' store under Bibomen.

It was nearly noon, the whole market slowly became deserted, there were few pedestrians on the street, most of the stalls on both sides of the main street had been collected, and most of the monks who were still lingering were scattered cultivators at the bottom, shy in their pockets, and the heroes were short of breath, and only they were keen to try their luck, and when they saw a suitable thing, they would not give up easily, and often bargained and entangled repeatedly for the sake of a few first-order spirit stones.

Not to mention some monks who follow their feet, even the mortal children of Ziyun Zhai don't have much respect for these people, no, the shopkeeper dressed as a little girl in Tsing Yi carried a door panel, and seemed to be respectful and arrogant and said to the two monks who occupied the position at the door of the store: "Two immortal masters, please let me go, the shop is about to close." ”

One of the two low-ranking monks was a stall owner, and he rented the square inch of land in front of Ziyun Zhai to do some small business, and he did not dare to offend the landlord.

One person is a low-level casual cultivator about forty years old, full of wind and frost, and when the stall owner was about to leave, he gritted his teeth and bought the things that had been grinding for a long time.

The shopkeeper waited for the two to leave, and inserted the door panels one by one.

When the last door panel was closed, he looked up at the sky, and saw that it was still early, and his business ended early today.

Lianshuifang is naturally the Xiuzhenfang city established by the Lianshui League.

At the beginning of its establishment, the production of spiritual objects in Lianxia Lake was quite rich, attracting a large number of scattered cultivators to come here to make a living, plus Lianshui Alliance has dozens of large and small sects, dozens of Xiuzhen families, and many monks, and the products in each door are sold in Lianshui Fang, which has caused the prosperity of Lianshui Fang.

It was only later that the production of spiritual objects in Lianxia Lake was increasingly depleted, and the casual cultivation of begging for a living gradually decreased, and the location of Fang City was not on any transportation artery and important route, so it became increasingly decaying.

Up to now, although the shop is open every day, it can't even maintain its business for half a day, which makes the shopkeeper, who has experienced his business from boom to decline, infinitely sigh, and sighs with emotion.

said that he is a junior two, he is actually not young, and he can guard such a fat shortage for decades, and the relationship in the sect is naturally unusual.

I saw that he closed the front door of the store, but opened the back door facing an alley, dressed up, and began to wait solemnly.

At noon, a miscellaneous disciple of Bibomen took his place, impatiently drove him and all the mortal acquaintances away, and kept watch for about an hour, when monks arrived one after another.

They are all from the same sect, from the outer sect to the miscellaneous disciples, all of them are monks with miscellaneous surnames, and none of them have the surname Xue.

After all the numbers arrived, the miscellaneous disciples closed the back door, activated the magic circle access in the store, and went up the stairs to hear a quarrel coming from the third floor.

“…… Senior Brother Wu is a waste of his life, how can he be the choice of the next generation of leaders?"

"Abolish the natal life, why did Senior Brother Lin say this? It's just that the calculation of the natal thing is wrong, and it is just a matter of slowly looking for a reliable person to pass on the gong in the future. ”

"What if this reliable transmitter never been found?"

"Senior Brother Lin, what do you mean by this?"

"I have a word in my throat, and I don't vomit or be unhappy. In terms of cultivation, qualifications, and contributions, what is not better than Senior Brother Wu? Why can't you be the candidate for the fourth generation of leaders?"

As soon as the words came out, there was silence upstairs, and the miscellaneous disciples who came up hurriedly activated the soundproofing charm on the second floor, and when the faint blue light was flashing, they went up to the third floor.

As soon as he walked away, he saw that all the senior brothers had solemn faces, but there was no room for him to speak, so he had to silently find a corner and sit down, pricking up his ears.

After a while, he saw that the senior brother Wang just mentioned coughed and was about to say something, when a burly monk in a blue robe next to him stood up with a snort, "The sect has always been discussed by the head and the elders, and the meaning of the head is the main thing. Now there is no elder in the sect, and the matter of inheritance, the senior brother in charge of the sect can completely decide with one word. We don't dare to gather here today, do we still have to secretly conspire with him and force him to fail?"

"Senior Brother Ma!!"

The blue-robed monk ignored it and said to himself: "Now that the senior brother in charge is in retreat, the impact on the foundation is not far away, it is really ridiculous for us to do this. If the head of the family builds a foundation and adds a hundred years of longevity, don't talk about Senior Brother Wang at that time, even Senior Brother Wu will die in front of the senior brother in charge, don't you think it's funny to fight for the choice of the four generations of heads now?"

"Senior Brother Ma doesn't know, it's true that the Xue family has joined forces with the Lianshui Alliance's sects, and Senior Brother Wu can't convince the public, so we do this as a precautionary measure. ”

"Hehe!" Senior Brother Ma raised his head and smiled, laughed, his face turned grim, and said: "The sect is the ancestral inheritance of his old Xue family, since they are all willing to give up, what do we miscellaneous surnames have to say? If something really unbearable to say happens, we just have to do our duty, and when we have done our duty, we will join this Laoshizi and even what about the water gate? ”

"Senior Brother Ma's words, forgive my brother and dare not agree......"

"That's it, all of you, farewell!"

"Senior Brother Ma, Senior Brother Ma......"

Senior Brother Ma strode away, and the person who initiated the gathering behind him was eager to stay, and as soon as he left, the remaining monks with miscellaneous surnames got up one after another to say goodbye, and after a while, only three or four people including Senior Brother Wang, who was plotting, were left.

Senior Brother Wang's face was pale, and the rest of the people looked at each other embarrassedly, for a long time, "Bah!", Senior Brother Wang dropped the teacup, waved his sleeves, snorted coldly, and left.

It's still in Lianshuifang, but it's on top of another attic, and the miscellaneous disciples over there broke up unhappily, and they got the news right away.

The old Xue family is now in the core of the sect, and the old man named Xue Zhan is sitting in the center, closing his eyes and sticking his beard, "Ma Lin did a good job, stirred up the tandem of that group of anti-bone boys, and gave him a credit." ”

When the female cultivator who used to take care of the "female fairy" heard this, she said on the side: "Senior Brother Ma's words are not unreasonable, Senior Brother, are we too careful!"

The old man opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "What will happen if the senior brother in charge succeeds in building the foundation?"

"Naturally, everything dissipates. ”

"What if you can't build a foundation?"

The nun hesitated for a moment and said, "If you are damaged, the sect will not be able to protect ......."

"Yes!" the old man clapped his hands and stood up, his face gloomy and his eyes were grim, "They think I am looking forward to the death of the master?" Ridiculous, ridiculous, the foundation of the head of the sect is successful, and the sect is from my Xue family sooner or later, how can I hope that the senior brother of the head of the sect will die? However, there is a possibility of overturning, so we can't help but prepare early. ”

The female cultivator said: "If the head of the sect fails to build a foundation and dies, the sect cannot be guaranteed, so it is better to sell himself to take refuge." Selling to the Lianshui Alliance is better than those jackal-like loose cultivators. ”

"If only you understood!"

…………

In this way, thousands of calculations and preparations are waiting for the heaven and earth to change at a certain moment.

In this way, another half a month passed.

On this day, Su Cheng, who was sitting and waiting, suddenly opened his eyes, and the coffin in front of him flashed a red light, which slowly opened, and the original boiling green liquor in the coffin became calm, and in the calm, a fresh body that was unconscious and whose soul had melted slowly surfaced.

"It's done, it's done!" Su Cheng smiled happily in the reflection of the green light.

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