Chapter 137: The Old Sacrifice
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Are there smart people on the continent? Yes, and there are quite a few, if you really want to say that Guan Yun is the smartest person in his heart, it should be Ning Fengzhi, the unmasked sect leader of the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect.
A martial soul sect with no combat effectiveness can stand at the top of the continent, even in the upper three sects, its status is second only to Haotian Sect, and it is still above the blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex.
How is the Nine Heart Begonia compared to the Seven Treasures Glass? In Guan Yun's eyes, its degree of evil far exceeds that of the Seven Treasure Colored Glass, so why can't it become the first auxiliary martial soul in the mainland? Is it really because there can only be one flower per generation?
Pull it down, this generation of Seven Treasure Glaze is not connected, and Ning Fengzhi is a soul saint, and the other old guys are at most at the level of a soul emperor.
What really makes the Seven Treasure Glass strong is Ning Fengzhi's wrist, a Contra Douluo can actually control two Title Douluo, and what others should worry about when they sit in that position should be how to keep the name of the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect, otherwise after a few decades, who knows if the Seven Treasure Colored Glass will become the Seven Killing Sect?
Compared with this, the master's cleverness seems insignificant, and it does not mean that the master is not smart, everyone's cleverness has its own place.
Ning Fengzhi is good at plotting power, so his status is respected.
And the master's wisdom lies in his research, maybe he will not achieve much status in this life and this life, but after thousands of years, the master's name must be louder than Ning Fengzhi.
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At this time, Guan Yun had already put Jia Weiyin in the back of his mind, and on the way to visit the old priest, Qian Lingxue kept pestering Guan Yun to ask about the game of chess just now, it was obviously a game that was bound to lose, why did that Jia Weiyin admit defeat?
"Because I am a king, and he is a minister."
What is the reason for this? Qianrenxue's cheeks bulged out angrily, she felt that Guan Yun was fooling herself, there must be something in that game of chess that she couldn't understand that reversed the outcome, it must be like this!!
Guan Yun's interest in receiving another peerless strategist quickly wore off, after all, when anyone walked in his hometown, everyone was looking at you with that kind of curious gaze, this feeling was not very pleasant......
Whether it was young men and women, old people and children, but anyone who saw Guan Yun did not stop the work in their hands and stared at him with a rather curious gaze, as if they were wondering why this stranger came to the Baishan Forest.
And whenever this happens, Uncle Zhulu will always happily pat Guan Yun's shoulder and introduce it to those people.
"Look! The little Wang of the old Guan family is back! β
The panic in some people's eyes instantly stung the weakness in Guan Yun's heart, but most people's eyes were a kind of surprise of reunion after a long absence, and even excitement that Guan Yun was still alive in this world.
The situation is cold and warm, and hundreds of people can see it.
"Is this really your home?"
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"I don't think so."
Qianyue's eyes became a little misty.
"Although I don't have a complete home, I have a grandfather, and I can't see that kind of family affection in them, and the excitement in their eyes is more like a relief."
This sentence amused Guan Yun, and Qian Lingxue's brain was really strange, and she always gave him a surprise inadvertently.
"You're smarter than I thought, relief? I'm really a fan of the authorities. β
Only then did he realize that the reason why the Baishan tribe was regarded by him as his second home was not because this was Baishan, but because there were traces of his parents' existence here.
It is only here that he feels that his parents are also people who have lived in this world.
Can you imagine? Two people in their thirties have lived in this world for more than 30 years, and in the end, there are only a few people who can remember them in their hearts except for his son?
Is it ridiculous? It's ridiculous, but he can't laugh.
"Xiaoyun, we're here."
Zhulu stopped in front of a slightly elaborate wooden house.
"I won't go in, there's not much space inside, and it's hard to breathe when there are too many people."
As soon as the words fell, Zhu Lu also glanced at Qianyue with a little deep meaning, and the meaning was clear.
Qianyue frowned slightly, but stretched out randomly, pretending to be indifferent and waving her hand.
"You go in by yourself, I don't like places that are too boring, not to mention that you and your elders haven't seen each other for so long, you must have to talk for a long time, I can't stand the boredom."
Guan Yun nodded gratefully at Qian Lingxue, and then stepped into it.
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The room was a little dim, it should be that the tribesmen were afraid of leakage, so they deliberately filled all the gaps, and it seems that the status of the old priest in the tribe is still very high.
A large wooden bed was placed in the corner of the wooden room, and there was an oil lamp on the wooden cabinet next to it, but the light was not bright, but it barely reached the bed.
The quilt is very thick, and from Guan Yun's angle, he can't see the faces of the people on the bed clearly.
"It's Xiaoyun......"
A weak, hoarse voice preempted the memory of the room.
"You don't know, you haven't taken this step yet, and there are already a lot of people in my little broken house."
"Sacrifice to Grandpa............"
"Ahem, ahem!!"
The old priest coughed slightly, and then slowly spoke.
"When you grow up, don't call me an old man, and you still lose that breath in your stomach after so many years outside?"
Seeing the old priest struggling to get up, Guan Yun walked to the side of the bed and gently lifted the old priest's arm.
With the help of the light, the two saw each other clearly.
Guan Yun felt uncomfortable in his heart but couldn't shed tears, the old priest's face was clearly oiled and the lamp was dry.
"Yes, worthy of being my cub in the White Mountain, sturdy! A man has to be like a man, he has to have muscles, he has to be solid. β
The old priest praised him fiercely, but at the end of his voice, he was speechless and choked.
"It's big...... It's good to be older, don't cry your nose, grandpa is afraid that when you see me like this, tears will fall again, and grandpa will have to look down on you at that time. β
"It's not good not to shed tears, people who don't shed tears are uncomfortable in their hearts, it's better to cry."
"Sacrifice to Grandpa......"
Guan Yun felt uncomfortable in his heart, he couldn't cry, not because he wasn't sad, but because after so many years of rolling and fighting, he had already understood a truth, if crying could solve the problem, what should he do with his fists?
"Good boy, come over and let me take a good look at you."
The old priest stretched out his hand and kept groping forward, but the light was dim after all, and he couldn't see clearly.
Guan Yun slowly leaned his head forward, grabbed the old priest's hand with both hands and put it on his face.
Subsequently...... The old priest clasped his fist on the top of his head.
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"Don't trust people easily."
The two said this sentence in unison, on the day Guan Yun left, this was the last moment that the old priest taught him.
When he heard this, the old priest was already stunned, and when he came back to his senses, his hand trembled and rubbed back and forth on the top of Guan Yun's head.
"Good boy, listen to grandpa's words, yes, just by virtue of this, you can't be bad in the past few years."
"Look at what you said, isn't this still what you taught?"
The old priest laughed loudly when he heard this, but he was already out of breath when he was weak.
"Foolish, I don't know what level I have? It's time to fight! I learned a southern stinky problem. β