Chapter 162: Conspiracy

Soon, the two of them saw eight men in yellow-brown clothes standing at the door of a seemingly ordinary bungalow in front of them, and the person leading the way also led them towards the house. It seems that the god of poison should be in this house.

Walking closer, the eight men bent down and saluted the Ghost King together, obviously the Ghost King, as the sect leader of one of the four major factions of the Demon Sect, had an extremely high status in the Demon Sect. However, the ghost king was not arrogant, nodded slightly at everyone, smiled casually, and walked in with Qinglong.

In this room, there are open windows on the east and west sides, and the light shines in, and the room is very bright, and there is no feeling that the people in this world have been staying in the dark in the legend of the Demon Sect.

As for the furnishings, it is even simpler. In the middle of the huge room, there was only a table and a few chairs, and there was a chaise longue next to the table, on which an old man with white hair was lying with his eyes closed, and next to him sat a young man in his early twenties, who was fiddling with the tea set on the table, and the aroma of tea wafted from time to time.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a peaceful picture of grandparents resting, where there is a trace of evil spirit!

The ghost king smiled slightly, walked over, the old man heard the footsteps, opened his eyes, glanced at the ghost king, and a smile appeared on his face, and said with a smile: "You are here?" ”

The Ghost King smiled: "Senior, I haven't seen you for a long time since the temple was goodbye, but your health is good?" ”

This old man is naturally the poisonous god who is notorious in the world, and at the moment, he seemed to have a wry smile on his face, and said, "It's old, it's useless." ”

Saying that, he seemed reluctant to bring up this topic again, and said separately: "Brother Ghost King, now you are already the head of a sect of the Ghost King Sect, and you have the same identity as me, if you don't dislike it, just call me brother, don't call me any more old-timers, I can't afford it." ”

The ghost king smiled, his expression was relaxed, he sat down on the other side of the table, and said to the poisonous god: "Senior, what you said is not right, who doesn't know that you are highly respected, this time the big event, we are still counting on you to preside over the overall situation!" ”

The look on the poison god's face seemed to be stunned, and he immediately shook his head and said, "No, no." ”

The ghost king was about to say something, and the young man at the opposite table had already brewed two cups of tea, and then brought them over, and said lightly: "Sect Master, Qinglong Holy Envoy, please use tea." ”

The Ghost King and Qinglong stretched out their hands to take it, and the Ghost King glanced at him a few more times, only to see that this young man had beautiful eyebrows, but his face looked a little pale, but he was able to accompany the Poison God here, and naturally had a great relationship with the Poison God.

The Ghost King immediately turned his head to the Poison God and said, "This is ......"

The poison god smiled: "He is a closed disciple I accepted ten years ago, his name is Qin Wuyan, I saw that he had good qualifications, so I accepted him." Wu Yan, I haven't seen these two seniors yet, they are well-known figures in our Holy Sect, if you can be taken care of by them in the future, it is better than you going to practice penance for a hundred years. ”

Qin Wuyan bowed his head slightly, the expression on his face could not be said to be proud or shy, even his voice did not change, it was still steady and relaxed, and said softly: "I have seen the sect master and the holy envoy, I didn't know the etiquette just now, please don't blame the two of you." ”

The ghost king smiled and shook his hand, and Qinglong also smiled: "This little brother can enter the seat of the old man of the poison god, and his future is immeasurable, and the future is immeasurable!" ”

The poison god smiled and said to the two of them: "Children are not sensible, don't be surprised. ”

The Ghost King shook his hand and smiled, "Where did it go?" After a pause, he said, "But old-timer, I came here today because I really sincerely want to ask you to preside over the overall situation." Our four major factions joined forces to wash away the shame of the defeat of Qingyun and the humiliation of the temple that year. ”

The poison god was silent for a moment, his face seemed to be a little desolate, and he said for a long time: "Brother, I am already half-crippled, and I am really useless. This time, our four major factions secretly discussed besieging the Qingyun Seven Veins when they were unprepared, and I naturally couldn't be left behind, otherwise I would be sorry for the Holy Mother of Youming and the two saints of the Heavenly Demon King, and even more sorry for the Patriarch of the Holy Sect. It's just the position of presiding over the overall situation! I think except for your brother, you can't sit at all! ”

The Ghost King frowned, shook his head and said, "Senior, you are too awarded, I am the youngest among the four major masters, how can I take on it?" So be it! When the 'Yuyangzi' of the Changshengtang and the 'Three Miao Fairies' of the Hehuan Sect arrive, let's discuss it together!" ”

The poison god pondered for a moment and said, "That's fine, they should be here in a few days, we will meet again then, this holy sect has been a great shame for a hundred years, this time we must ask Qingyunmen to return it." ”

The ghost king smiled, sat here for a while, chatted a few words, and said goodbye to Qinglong. The poison god did not force him to stay, and ordered people to send off guests.

Leaving the Poison God's mansion, the Ghost King and Qinglong blended into the crowd in Heyang City.

The Ghost King suddenly sneered and said, "This old monster is really getting more and more difficult to deal with. ”

This sentence was inexplicable, but Qinglong seemed to understand what he meant, and nodded: "Yes, three hundred years ago, when our Ghost King Sect fought to the death with the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the old monster was the most fierce and impulsive, and he always rushed to the front, even a hundred years ago, the battle with Qingyun was also the master of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate." It seems that he also lost a lot of sharpness in that fiasco back then. ”

The ghost king shook his head and said, "This is not called killing the spirit, this is called growing ability." After that battle, the old monster seemed to wake up, and the temper of the whole person changed all of a sudden, Taoguang Yanghui, in the past hundred years, except for our Ghost King Sect, the fastest recovery in strength is the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. It's just that he refuses to sit in this seat, but it's very troublesome! ”

Saying that, the ghost king frowned, and said lightly: "Okay, anyway, we have to wait for those two people to arrive before we can discuss big things, let's wait a few days first!" Well, by the way, what about Baguio? It seems like I haven't seen her all day today. ”

Qinglong said: "I didn't see it either, but Youji has been with her all the time, and it shouldn't be okay, you can rest assured." ”

The Ghost King shook his head, sighed softly, and said nothing more.

After watching the figures of the ghost king and the green dragon disappear, the poison god, who had always been peaceful and even a little kind, gradually became gloomy, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

As for the young man next to him, his temperament seemed to be even more eccentric, and the poison god did not speak to him, but he was also contented, and patiently brewed tea on the table, without any impatience.

I don't know how long it has passed, the poison god suddenly let out a great sigh and said, "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!" ”

The young man named Qin Wuyan turned his head, glanced at the poison god, and said lightly, "Oh! Is that man very good? ”

The poison god snorted and said, "His cultivation is naturally extremely high, but no matter how high the Dao is, we are not afraid of him, it's just that this person's city is too deep, you must be careful in the future!" ”

Qin Wuyan smiled slightly, but his tone was still so calm, and said, "Got it, Master." ”

The poison god glanced at him, and suddenly sighed: "If your unsuccessful senior brothers can have your qualifications, why should I endure so many years?" ”