The pedestrians on the street have all dispersed, only Pang San is still standing in place, a wisp of charred dust on the ground has been gently blown by the street wind, and has already turned into dust in the air and disappeared without a trace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was terrified to the extreme, but at the same time he was secretly glad that he had noticed that the man from the village seemed to have shown mercy to his men, and did not use the end of the burning stick to emit white smoke, otherwise he would have turned into a puff of dust in the dust and wind now.

Most importantly, he was sure that the burning stick was a rare fire artifact, which was likely to be a lifesaver for him.

"What now?"

Pang San's mind was flying at an extremely fast speed, the middle-aged man who was turned into nothingness by the village man just now was Qing Feng, the only son of Qing Yaozhi, a highly famous Taishang elder of the Divine Sword Sect, and he was also one of the several sect queens that the Divine Sword Sect valued a lot, but now he was wiped out on the street?

Never going to look for flowers and ask about Liu's leisurely feelings, Pang San's face was gloomy, and he was constantly thinking about how to put this matter aside when he told his elder uncle, and at the same time, he was also weighing how much money he had to spend this time to be able to save his life.

None of the several deflated people who followed behind him dared to say anything more, and they hurriedly returned to the Divine Sword Sect with Pang San.

The Divine Sword Sect has been rooted in Baichuan City for thousands of years, although compared to the three powerful clans of the ancient times, the power is still a little weak, but under the wise decisions of generations of Divine Sword Sect Sect masters, the power has gradually grown, and there are thousands of disciples, and the founding sects are all over the major ancient countries in the Star Field, as if it has become a rising behemoth.

Maintaining the operation of this behemoth naturally requires huge expenses every day, so the Great Elder, who is in charge of the sect's purse, has naturally become an indispensable and important position of the sect, and fortune is the most important thing for these elders.

Pang San, a group of people with deep pockets but no background to rely on, took the initiative to send money to the door, and naturally became the object of great reliance in the hearts of these elders.

"Tell me, what difficulties do you have that the elders need to solve for you recently, and my old bones also need to be moved!"

Elder Qian has been in the position of the Supreme Elder for many years, and has always been in charge of the money bag of the Divine Sword Sect, he is quite shrewd and capable, good at attacking and scheming, and has made great contributions to the operation of the behemoth of the Divine Sword Sect.

Today, as soon as Pang San returned to the Divine Sword Sect, he hurriedly found this elder who valued him very much, the old man was practicing tuna in the house, Pang San pushed the door and entered, startling Elder Qian from his cultivation.

Being disturbed in his practice was the most taboo thing for a monk, but Elder Qian did not show the slightest unpleasantness, and always had a warm smile on his face.

Seeing Pang San's hurried appearance, Elder Qian waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down and take a sip of tea to calm his mood.

"Elder Qian, you save me this time!"

Pang San took a sip of the warm tea on the table, the fragrance of tea in his mouth overflowed, for some reason the waves in his heart quietly stopped surging, and the paleness on his face was slightly less obvious, with a little blood.

"Oh, how big of a problem did you kid get into again?"

Elder Qian tasted the weight of Pang San's words, and the abacus in his heart began to calculate at the same time.

Pang San didn't dare to hide it at all, and said the whole thing clearly from beginning to end, it was a matter of life and death, which he himself knew very well, and he was also observing Elder Qian's expression as he spoke.

After Elder Qian heard Pang San's description, his heart suddenly exploded, Qing Feng was killed because of you, how could he take care of this matter!

Qing Feng is Qing Yaozhi's only son, you Pang San let the white-haired people send the black-haired people, just by virtue of this Qing Yaozhi can let you die a thousand times, even if the sect master comes to intercede, I'm afraid that old guy won't sell a little love!

Qing Yaozhi and he are both a generation of Taishang Elders, with the same status and seniority, in the past, he always lived alone, did not talk to the elders at all, and his personality was extremely withdrawn, if it were not for the task of the sect, he would not show up at all.

"This old fellow is not easy to mess with! As his nephew, you should know this best!"

Elder Qian said with some embarrassment, his eyebrows began to wrinkle, but the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

When he said this, he glanced at Pang San, and began to look at the lotus flowers in the pool outside the window and was slightly stunned, and sighed again and again.

"Elder Qian, you have to save me this time, my family is still counting on me to glorify my ancestors, well, I beg you!"

Pang San cried with a sad face.

"This is a small part of my filial piety to your old man, and the rest is being sent to you from home! Our family knows that you are very good to me here, and we all say that we want me to thank you very much!"

Pang San shuddered and took out a few pieces of golden paper from his sleeve and stuffed them into Elder Qian's hand.

"Three, what do you say I usually do to you?"

Elder Qian didn't even look at it, put the golden paper on the table, but suddenly asked.

"Needless to say, you're my reborn parents!"

Pang San seemed to hear a hint of something else, and hurriedly took Elder Qian's hand and said gratefully.

"Then you're hiding something from me!"

Elder Qian's face changed slightly, his eyes were like torches, staring at Pang San, as if he had seen through everything.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered that the white smoke burning stick in the hand of the village man should be a fire treasure, and the son of Qingfeng was burned to death!"

Pang San concealed the details of the burning stick just now, because he had to intercede with Qing Yaozhi when he went back, and for his uncle who practiced the fire exercises, this burning stick was Pang San's last life amulet.

"White smoke?"

Elder Qian squinted, as if he was trying to remember something.

"Could it be that the descendants of that line were born?"

Elder Qian muttered, his face somewhat subtly changing.

Walking out of Elder Qian's room, Pang San's heart was still unsettled, Elder Qian's answer to him just now was very vague, and he always felt that the later burning stick made Elder Qian recall something.

Having made up his mind, Pang San hurriedly walked to his uncle's elder's courtyard again, and all kinds of results flashed in his mind along the way, and he returned to the familiar door in the blink of an eye!

"Come in!

Before he could push the door, his uncle Qing Yaozhi in the house came out.

Pushing open the door, there was a faint smell of wine in the room, a stove with warm wine on a small antique table, and two old men were sitting around the fireplace, slightly drunk.

"I've seen two elders!"

Pang San saluted respectfully, and secretly glanced at the old man sitting opposite Qing Yaozhi, this old man was quite similar to Qing Yaozhi, and he was a little puzzled.

"Tell me what's going on, shall we?"

Qing Yaozhi took down the warm wine, poured a glass for the old man opposite, poured some more for himself, put down the wine beard, picked up the wine bottle and squinted and sniffed the fragrance, before saying slowly.

Pang San recounted the matter from beginning to end again, and even the conversation between him and the three of them didn't dare to fall, especially focusing on the weirdness of the burning stick, and after saying it for a while, his back was already soaked in cold sweat!

"Big brother, it should be the descendants of that lineage who were born!"

Qing Yaozhi picked up the wine bottle and respectfully toasted to the old man, and then drank it himself.

"Qing Yaozhi's eldest brother, no wonder they look so alike!"

Pang San muttered in his heart.

"I know from afar, that vein has not been out for a long time, and it is almost difficult to find its traces in future generations, so you can conclude that it was done by the descendants of that vein with a village burning stick, I'm afraid it's a bit arbitrary!"

The old man looked at his younger brother with a somewhat solemn expression.

"Big brother, based on my understanding of that lineage, I am very sure that the burning stick is a flint drill, and I have already predicted that there is indeed something big going to happen in the sect recently!"

"Feng'er, it was indeed killed by that line, as his own uncle, you can't help but make a difference!"

Qing Yaozhi's snort was a little short, his eyes were anxious, and his voice became hoarse because of the urgency.

"San'er, you step back first!"

After retiring from Pang San, Qing Yaozhi looked at his eldest brother, and knelt down with tears in his eyes.

"Get up, Yaozhi! Feng'er is my own nephew, how can I stand idly by and watch his affairs!"

A brilliant fire rose on the old man's body, a flame above his head was burning slightly, and the wine bottle in his hand turned into nothingness in an instant when he touched the flame.

"Thank you, big brother!"

Qing Yaozhi stood up, wiped the corners of his eyes, took another wine bottle, and filled it again for the old man.

"It's a pity that the fire of that vein has not been found by anyone since ancient times!"

The old man seems to have infinite emotion, but he seems to feel very pity, the yearning in his eyes has already traveled through time and space, to the ancient era!

"Flint Drill ......"

The old man diffused and drank the already cold wine in his hand.

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