The oldest backbone of the Luo Sect, Qi Xuan, who is more than seventy years old, can be regarded as a teacher who has been teaching for decades, and has seen the glory and downfall of the Divine Sect.

From a small peripheral disciple, little by little to the master of the branch hall. The hardships and sufferings are not enough for outsiders. He was also powerful and powerful, and he was also depressed and desolate, fleeing in all directions. Seeing him rise up a tall building, watching him feast guests, watching his building collapse, watching him, like this, struggling little by little, recasting the cause that had been brilliant countless times and was on the verge of destruction countless times.

All the glory, all the pain, all the struggles, all the struggles, he was part of it.

As the only few remaining branches of the Shura Sect with the longest seniority, even the kings of the main altar have to give him some face. Over the years, with the disappearance of the old sect leader and the hidden power of the sect, he has been struggling to support Dai Guo and rebuild the strength of the sect. Seeing the years getting old, watching the years go by. Seeing that his ambition passed away in a blink of an eye, he finally waited for the news of the succession of the new leader.

The first stop of the new leader's tour of the world was Zhao Guo, and as the oldest important minister in the church, he was full of urgent hope and admiration for the new leader, hoping that the leader could recast the glory of the Divine Sect.

However, as soon as he arrived in Zhao State, he found that the branch master of Zhao State was no longer able to serve the council, and when he saw him, he hurriedly begged him for help and handed over all the affairs of the hall, so that he could settle down and recuperate.

And the reason why the mild-mannered and Confucian rookie was bedridden was said to be completely angry with the new leader.

In the past 20 years, the Cult has struggled. The remnants of the tribes, the masters of various countries, all concealed their identities and secretly developed their power. However, without strong backup, most of them suffered a lot in the conflict with the original local forces.

The former branch hall master of Zhao State, in order to stabilize the power of the Divine Sect in Zhao State, in order to protect a group of disciples, happened to fight with the open and secret, the Jianghu sect, or the local wealthy faction, and fought many times, and his body was seriously injured both internally and externally. In this way, they struggled to support their injuries, led their cronies and neighbors, welcomed the new leader, and wholeheartedly hoped that the new leader of the heroic world would bring them hope and a bright future, but they were hit so hard that they vomited blood, and they no longer had the strength to support the director.

Qi Xuan hadn't seen the situation with his own eyes at that time, but the disciples of Zhao Guo had described it vividly.

How the sect leader is not amazing, how he behaves lazily, how he is confused, how he gets by, and all kinds of places that people look down on are now listed one by one, which is simply outrageous.

The hall master presented all the account books that he had prepared with his injuries, and he didn't even bother to raise his eyes, and without looking at them, he threw aside the painstaking efforts that the people in the branch hall had carefully prepared for more than half a month.

The hall master talked about the pain that everyone had endured and lurked for many years, and when he talked about the tears that broke down in his eyes, he talked about his determination to follow the sect master and take revenge on the shame, and he spoke impassionedly. And the sect leader also nodded slowly in agreement, and just as the hall master was full of enthusiasm, ended his complaint, and waited for the sect master's lecture, what he heard was, one after another, the heavy snoring of Xiangmeng. The hall master was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot and almost fell to the ground.

And the sect leader woke up, and after a period of panic, he figured out what was happening, of course, there could be no guilt and anxiety, and he was not even angry and angry because of the hall master's misconduct. However, it is estimated that the hall master would rather be held accountable for the crime of disrespect, and is not willing to let the sect leader hold hands, Chunchun taught that killing is not good, fighting and killing is very immoral, everyone should coexist peacefully, everything is easy to discuss, this kind of terrifying truth.

In short, in the end, the hall master endured some admonitions, and the injuries were worse, and the internal force went wrong, and he almost went crazy on the spot.

I don't know if he really can't support it, or if he doesn't dare to joke with his life anymore, and accompany this sect leader for a long time. In short, as soon as Qi Hao arrived, he hurriedly used his serious injury as an excuse to throw everything away to Qi Hao.

Poor Qi Hao, at the age of seventy-three, as one of the oldest members of the Shura Sect, not only had to work hard and miserably to manage the Dai Guoshen Sect's forces, but also temporarily managed the affairs of the major altars of the Zhao State for others, and he also had to accompany the sect leader and his party all the way, slowly inspecting the various sub-altars across the country.

In fact, although the Shura sect branches and altars are good, they have long lost the scenery of the past. The huge Zhao Kingdom, they only have five altars.

Finally, I had walked around, and when I got to the last place, my ass was not yet hot, and I made a shameful thing to show the new master.

Qi Hao sighed in his heart, led the sincere and terrified altar master of the Daimyo's Mansion, and stood in front of Di Jiu.

After listening to their reports, the man with a high-crowned and indifferent expression had said lightly: "How did my Shura Divine Sect fall to such a point, even the rich and powerful local businessmen can be bullied wantonly?" ”

Duan Tiancheng, the main body of the altar, trembled, his knees were bent together, and the whole person bowed to the ground. "The incompetence of his subordinates is a disgrace to the Cult."

Even if the knife is cut to the neck, this kind of heroic man may not have such a frightened and humble expression, but this young king, although there is no anger on his face, he can raise his hand and throw his feet, show his eyes and raise his eyes, and he has an incomparably soul-stirring power

But Duan Tiancheng was so obedient to him, not just because of fear, but even more because all the disciples of Zhao Guo had a secret expectation.

The soft pillow on the gorgeous bed, who ate and slept all day long, and the sect leader who slept and ate was just a stand-in, and the great man in front of him, who made people frightened and admired at first sight, was their real master.

In legends, don't big shots always have stand-ins? Isn't there always a king and prime minister in the storytelling, when receiving foreign envoys, let his subordinates pretend to be himself, but he pretends to be a guard next to him?

Did the Sect Master use this too?

The person who said that he was the leader of the sect didn't look like a single hair on his whole body. will always only eat, sleep, sleep, eat, eat, and live, as if a starving pig was reincarnated. I don't care about any official business, and I don't ask about any affairs. At first, he still rode horses, and then asked for a carriage with a high bed and soft pillows, but in the end, he couldn't even get on and off the carriage by himself, so he simply lay on the soft couch and continued to sleep, and was carried in and out by the winners.

If this kind of person is really the sect leader, what kind of desperate will these disciples who are loyal to the Divine Sect be, just wipe their necks with a knife.

But this Di Gongzi is different. Handsome appearance, not angry but mighty, born heroic, this is not to mention. Along the way, all the things that should be done by the sect leader were done by him alone. The names of the accounts of each altar are all by him, carefully checked, and the details are exhaustive, and every time there is a mistake that everyone omissions, he will point them out one by one and re-check. All the important people in the altar were received by him. Laughing and talking, talking about the origins of everyone, old things, relatives and friends, all like a number of family treasures, discussing the merits of everyone for the Divine Religion, they all blurted out, remembering all the chest, so that people feel and admire, willing to serve the dead. He also has instructions on all issues in the altars, and whenever he speaks, he is all to the point, which is pleasing and convincing, and admired.

Such a character, he is not the leader, who will be the leader.

Moreover, he handled all affairs completely on his own, from beginning to end, without any action of asking for instructions from the so-called sect master. How could he not be the leader of the sect with such an act?

In fact, not only Zhao Guoyi and others have these ideas, but even Qi Hao is secretly suspicious.

As the oldest disciple of the Divine Sect, he had seen the two old sect masters with his own eyes, and knew that each of them looked similar. Therefore, this time, as soon as he saw Di Jiu, he remembered the looks of the two sect masters he had seen a few years ago, and immediately knelt down and bowed.

Although he was stopped in time, although Di Jiu had explained countless times to the new disciples who had come to greet him all the way, he still had patience and once again affirmed to this old courtier the fact that he was not the sect leader.

Qi Hao has a high status, he knows his identity as the Heavenly King, and he doesn't dare to doubt his words too much, but this person obviously has the face of a sect leader again, and it is true that every generation of sect leaders is concurrently served by the Heavenly King, and what he is doing now has indeed been the work that the sect leader should do, but it is impossible to make Qi Hao completely believe that he is not the sect leader.

It's just that Qi Hao hides his doubts in his heart, and it's not easy to ask them openly. Secretly, only the Taoist leader has some strange plans to arrange, and it is inconvenient to show his identity.

This time, for the first time, he brought Duan Tiancheng to ask the sect leader for instructions, but as a matter of course, he came to Di Jiu, which, in addition to respecting the young heavenly king, was not without temptation.

Di Jiu didn't seem to have a trace of awareness of his complicated thoughts, and said lightly: "Speaking of which, this is not a big deal, but even if it happened during the Sect Master's patrol, I always had to ask the Sect Leader what he meant, and then I would fight back." He raised his voice and called out, "Lingxiao!" ”

"The disciple is here." The person arrived, and as a strong wind swept by, the young and handsome elite guards in the sect were already respectfully saluting.

"What is the Sect Master doing now?"

What else can I do, Ling Xiao secretly rolled her eyes: "I've been full for a short time, and I'm sleeping comfortably now." ”

As a guard, although he tried to be respectful, his tone was too unkind when he talked about his master.

can make the most important and strict disciples of the Divine Sect become like this, and the unpopularity of the so-called sect leader can be seen.

Di Jiu's always cold face unexpectedly flashed a smile: "The sect leader is generous and kind, I don't think he will blame us for disturbing the rest, the situation is urgent, we don't have to be limited to etiquette." ”

He got up, led the way first, and went to Fu Hanqing's bedroom.

Thinking of the depression and helplessness that Fu Hanqing might have expressed when he had just fallen asleep but was innocently woken up, the corners of his lips involuntarily hooked slightly, alas, when did he start to take pleasure in watching that guy make a fool of himself and interrupt that person's sweet dreams?