The airship that Ao Baifeng was riding slowly rose into the air, carrying twenty-one people and flew away from the boundary of Quanyang Mountain, and then several airships rose into the air from the inner and outer mountains of Quanyang Sect, flying away from Quanyang Mountain in all directions. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, the entrance of a village called Caotan Village was full of all kinds of villagers, from time to time some people looked at the sky in front of them, and some people kept walking back and forth, these villagers were their own children who were waiting to come back to visit relatives in Quanyang Sect.

Soon a black dot appeared in the sky high in front of you, and the black dot slowly grew larger.

"Here they are".

Someone among the villagers shouted, and everyone saw that the airship was approaching, and it was the airship that Ao Baifeng and the others were riding.

Ao Baifeng saw a energetic, honest and honest middle-aged man in the crowd at a glance, it was Uncle Zhu Shun in Ao Baifeng's mouth.

Zhu Shun squeezed out of the crowd, looked at Ao Baifeng, who was dressed in black coarse cloth, and glanced at the other twenty others wearing white warrior robes, his expression was stunned, and he seemed to see some clues, but Zhu Shun didn't ask much, and greeted him with a smile.

When Zhu Shun approached, Ao Baifeng's nose suddenly became sore, and he found that the hair on the temples of Uncle Zhu, who was upright and prime, had turned gray, and he thought that he hadn't even achieved the level of Qi training in two years, and his heart was full of guilt.

After returning home, Ao Baifeng slept very sweetly in his cabin, and had no dreams all night.

Zhu Shun didn't feel sleepy at all, sitting at the square table in the room, lighting a lamp, looking at the light in a daze, looking extremely anxious, as if he was recalling something.

The words of a kind old man floated through Zhu Shun's mind, "This child's life is temporarily saved, but unfortunately his cultivation has been completely destroyed, and his martial veins have been seriously damaged, and they are still spreading, I am afraid that there will be a few years to live."

As the old man spoke, a faint light flashed in his hand, and three pills appeared, and he said: "The white is the Zhenxin Pill to be taken after twelve hours, the red Life Continuation Pill to be taken after a month, and the blue Xuanling Pill to be taken after three years, remember."

The kind old man paused, and then continued: "However, this kid is gifted and has an extraordinary will, if he continues to cultivate without fear of hardships and nourishes the martial veins with martial qi every day, it is possible to repair the waste veins and survive, but this requires him to suffer several times more than others and persist several times the time of others."

Thinking of this, Zhu Shun resolutely got up, opened a cabinet in the room, removed a wooden board block on the wall, and a square appeared, and a spiritual position stood inside, which read: Second Senior Brother Aohong's spiritual position.

Zhu Shun looked at the spiritual position, and two lines of tears fell, "Senior brother, you have been away for fourteen years unconsciously, and now Feng'er has grown up, and in two more years, I am going to tell him everything about you and your sister-in-law, I hope you have a spirit in the sky, and you must bless Feng'er, so that he can turn evil into good fortune."

Then he took out a small wooden box from the back of the spiritual seat, Zhu Shun held the wooden box for a long time, and opened the wooden box and placed a blue pill inside.

In the past few days at home, Ao Baifeng has reduced the time to absorb the original qi of Wuzhi, and only accepts qi for two hours a day, and spends more time with Zhu Shun, who brought him up.

This uncle, who is like his own father, is the only person in this world who loves him, and in order for himself to be able to enter the Quanyang Sect, he didn't look at people's faces, but when he thought of more than two years in the Quanyang Sect, Ao Baifeng felt guilty.

On this day, the two uncles and nephews were chatting in the house again.

"Feng'er, I think your body has been much stronger in the past two years, in fact, as long as you can grow up healthily, it doesn't matter whether you have cultivated or not," Zhu Shun suddenly said.

Ao Baifeng didn't know how to take it for a while, he never made Uncle Zhu, who cared for him, proud, but Uncle Zhu never blamed him.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and Zhu Shun chuckled: "Feng'er, you should go back to Quanyang Sect tomorrow, we haven't sat together and talked for a long time."

Ao Baifeng's expression paused, looking at Zhu Shun's eyes a little strange, today's Zhu Shun was very different from Zhu Shun in his image.

"Uncle Zhu, I think you seem weird today."

Zhu Shun looked at Ao Baifeng's appearance and touched the back of Ao Baifeng's head dotingly.

"Hehe, no, it's just that you're going back to Quanyang Sect tomorrow, Uncle Zhu is a little reluctant" Zhu Shun said.

Ao Baifeng looked at Zhu Shun with guilty eyes, "Uncle Zhu, I'm sorry, Feng'er disappointed you."

"Silly boy, you have never let me down, you were and still are" Zhu Shun looked a little sentimental when he said this.

"Before, by the way, Uncle Zhu, can you tell me more about my past?" asked Ao Baifeng staring at Zhu Shun directly.

Zhu Shun's face changed, he was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'll talk about it later."

Then he handed a blue pill to Ao Baifeng and asked Ao Baifeng to take it.

Ao Baifeng pill was fed into his mouth, just chewed it, and instantly his mouth was filled with a heavy smell of medicine, the taste was so heavy that Ao Baifeng was difficult to swallow, and he was about to spit it out, but Zhu Shun let him swallow it in a serious tone.

In Ao Baifeng's memory, this was not the first time Zhu Shun had given him pills, although he knew that Zhu Shun had hidden many things from him, but he knew that everything Zhu Shun did was for his good.

Then Ao Baifeng asked again, "Uncle Zhu, why do you have to let me cultivate?"

This is a question that Ao Baifeng has always been puzzled about, because in the two years of cultivation, his cultivation has not changed at all, and the door has even given him the title of "waste", he once wanted to give up, this thought just flashed, and Zhu Shun reprimanded him harshly.

"Okay, there are some things you still don't know now, if you can become a strong person in the future, you don't have to ask some things, I will naturally tell you, including the things you have always wanted to know about your parents" Zhu Shun made a dumb riddle to Ao Baifeng.

Ao Baifeng knew in his heart that Zhu Shun was motivating himself in this way.

Ao Baifeng had always felt that Zhu Shun was hiding something from him before, and now it seems that his opinion is completely correct.

Living with Zhu Shun as a child, Ao Baifeng still knows a lot about this uncle's character, and knows that it will be useless for him to continue to ask, so he suddenly changed his words and said, "Didn't you say before that you were also a martial artist, so why don't you teach me?"

Zhu Shun chuckled: "Hehe, I have some small insect carving skills, and it won't be of much use if you learn them."

Ao Baifeng dragged his right elbow with his left hand, and the thumb and index finger of his right hand kept pinching his chin, his eyes kept staring at Zhu Shun, constantly thinking about something.

"Uncle Zhu, since you want me to become a strong man, there are many sects in the Eastern Qing Empire that recruit disciples, why don't you let me go, you have to send me to a third-rate sect of Quanyang Sect?"

There is a rule in the cultivation world of Haoming Continent that has been passed down for hundreds of millions of years to the present, that is, according to the size of a sect's disciples and the number of sect masters, large and small sects are divided into five levels.

The last-rate sect, the third-rate sect, the second-rate sect, the first-class sect, and the super sect with the strongest strength and the number of disciples comparable to the imperial army.

There is usually a habit among these sects, that is, the sects of the same level will communicate and exchange ideas regularly.

The Quanyang Sect where Ao Baifeng is located is a third-rate sect, with more than 1,000 disciples in this kind of sect and 10,000 people, and the inner disciples are between fifty and one hundred, and there are no more than ten disciples in the room.