In the room, Zhao Sheng touched Wei Ling's forehead with his toes, and quietly sent in a spiritual power.

In the next second, Wei Ling groaned, slowly woke up, and sat up from the ground.

Zhao Sheng stood in front of the bed and looked at the two corpse collection disciples with a calm face.

Seeing this, the two black-robed people paused, and one of them suddenly said in a dry voice: "Uncle Shi, the master of the Wei courtyard has gone to the immortal, and I am ordered to escort the body of the master of the Wei courtyard back to the mountain for burial."

"Brother Wei died a moment ago, and the two of you came, could it be that you would not know the prophet?" Zhao Sheng asked bluntly.

He knew that it was a bit taboo to ask such a question, but the opportunity was rare, and it would be a waste of time not to take the opportunity to probe the situation.

The two black-robed men were silent for a moment, and only then did one of them reply: "Uncle Shi, we are just acting on orders, and we don't know anything else."

"Grandpa... Whining! ”

At this moment, Wei Ling suddenly threw himself on the side of the bed, crying and shouting loudly.

Then, there was a commotion outside the room, and there was a faint cry, obviously the people outside already knew that the old master of Wei was dead.

Zhao Sheng took the opportunity to say: "The master of the Wei Academy has presided over the Lingyun Academy for decades, and he is highly respected in the hearts of his disciples. Today he unfortunately passed away, and all the disciples were extremely sad. How many days is it possible? Wait until seven days after stopping the spirit to worship, and then bring it back to Moya Mountain for burial. ”

If he could have seven days, it would be enough for him to study that weird blood pill well.

"No! The sect has rules, and those who fall outside must be brought back for burial as soon as possible. Uncle Wang, don't make me wait! The black-robed corpse collector disciple immediately rejected Zhao Sheng's proposal, and his tone was extremely firm.

Zhao Sheng groaned, and probably had some speculation in his heart.

"Well, in that case! Ling'er, get out of the way! ”

"Master, I don't! , my grandfather's bones are not cold, and they want to snatch my grandfather's body! They are not people! Wei Ling lay on the bed, holding Wei Youquan's right hand tightly with both hands, crying stubbornly with a stubborn face.

"Offended!" After speaking, the two rubbed their bodies and stepped forward......

……

Seven days later, when the Lingyun Academy ushered in a new master, Zhao Sheng returned to the Guiyuan Sect in a very low-key manner.

Thirty years have passed, and the Moya Mountain, which was originally barren, is now a fairy family.

On the top of the mountain, the Guiyuan Hall is full of aura, the light is magnificent, a large area of colorful clouds surrounds the mountain, the crane and the spirit bird on the square are flying up and down, leading to singing.

When night falls, in the cliffs up and down the cliffs, colorful brilliance emanates from caves, trees, cliffs and other hidden places.

Beneath the splendor is the monk's cave.

At the foot of the cliff mountain, countless palaces and pavilions stand like mountains, stretching for dozens of miles. Looking down from the sky, the ground is brightly lit, almost like a city that never sleeps.

The Guiyuan sect is not enough to build a family, the prosperity is long, and the mountain gate is grand. Not to mention that outsiders couldn't believe it, even Zhao Sheng, who had just returned, felt incredible.

It was late at night, but the Hall of Merit was still very busy, and the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect were bustling, constantly going in and out, and it seemed to be even more lively than during the day.

Zhao Sheng specially used a magic talisman, changed his image, and mixed in the crowd to enter the Hall of Merit.

An hour later, Zhao Sheng left the Hall of Merit in an unusually low-key manner.

As soon as he left, the Hall of Merit exploded.

"The Golden Crow Burning Heaven Recipe was exchanged for someone!"

"That's right! A full 800,000 merit points! ”

"Do you know which god in the sect it is?"

"I don't know! But this man must be a foundation monk! ”

"That makes sense!"

The news that the Golden Crow Burning Heaven Recipe had been exchanged quickly spread among the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect, and spread throughout the entire Guiyuan Sect in a short period of time.

For whom it was redeemed? There are different opinions in the sect.

The Qi Refining Disciples may not know, but the Foundation Building Cultivators of the Guiyuan Sect have a few suspicions, and Zhao Sheng is one of them.

So, at a party half a month later, Feng Yu Lao Dao teased Zhao Sheng tentatively: "Senior Brother Zhao, you haven't been back to the mountain for decades, but you didn't expect to make such a big move as soon as you came back!"

I haven't seen him for many years, and the old way of Feng Yu is already old, and there is a faint breath of death in his breath.

Facing a dying person, Zhao Sheng was very careful, shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are laughing." Even if I chop and chop my whole person and sell it, I can't afford to exchange it for "Golden Crow Burning Heavenly Formula". ”

"Don't hide it, who else can you be? We started together, can't we still believe in the old way! ”

Although Feng Yu asked again and again, Zhao Sheng still denied it.

Feng Yu Lao Dao was unwilling and just wanted to ask again, but Zhao Sheng suddenly showed sadness on his face and sighed: "Senior brother, did you ever know that Brother Wei of Lingyun Academy has passed away!"

Feng Yu Lao Dao was very surprised: "What are you talking about, Wei Youquan is actually dead!" When did you die? How to die! He's just passed two jiazi! ”

"Seven days ago, I died of blood blight!"

Old Dao Feng Yu was shocked when he heard this, and a look of fear and horror suddenly appeared on his face.

As soon as Zhao Sheng's words were finished, there was a dead silence in the gathering place, and all the foundation building monks present looked very unnatural, and even showed a look of fear like Feng Yu Lao Dao.

There is no doubt that blood blight has become a secret word within the Guiyuan Sect.

Zhao Sheng can say it so calmly.

Old Feng Yu Dao was frightened, and he no longer had the heart to ask about the Golden Crow Burning Heavenly Technique.

He wanted to leave, but Zhao Sheng's purpose of attending the party had not yet been achieved, so how could he let him go.

"Senior brother, wait, I still have something to ask?"

Old Feng Yu frowned, "Senior brother, what do you have to ask?" ”

"I heard that more than ten years ago, Senior Brother went to the Heavenly Desolate Domain to open a branch, but is there really such a thing?" Zhao Sheng asked with a serious expression.

After listening to Old Feng Yu, his brows furrowed even tighter, and his mood was even worse!

This thing is a shame to him,

Sixteen years ago, in order to earn merit, he rushed to the Heavenly Desolate Domain to make meritorious deeds. Unexpectedly, he was squeezed out by the local forces, and finally he couldn't stand up and retreated to Moya Mountain in embarrassment.

"Well, that's probably the case." Old Feng Yu said perfunctorily.

Zhao Sheng's eyes lit up, and he said in a sincere tone: "Senior brother, don't be weird, I also have the same thoughts as senior brother." It's just that I don't know much about the customs and customs of the Heavenly Desolate Domain, and I still ask my senior brother to give me advice! ”

Feng Yu Lao Dao's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said: "Since the senior brother wants to ask, the old Taoist naturally knows everything and has nothing to say. But..."

His tone was elongated, and he didn't say anything further, but looked at Zhao Sheng with blazing eyes.

Zhao Sheng knew what he was aware of, and his heart was clear.

"As long as the senior brother tells the truth. I've got a few gadgets here that I don't use. I simply gave it to my brother to enjoy. ”

Old Feng Yu shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Not enough! Although the Poor Dao has failed, there is still a group of available manpower in the Heavenly Desolate Domain. If the junior brother wants to take over, he can take it, but this little thing is far from enough. ”

Zhao Sheng was overjoyed, the reason why he took the initiative to find Feng Yu Lao Dao was precisely for the manpower in his mouth.

So, he immediately and decisively agreed.

Since this is not a place to talk about things, the two of them immediately got up and left, and after finding a private place, sat down and began to negotiate with each other.

After some bargaining, Zhao Sheng spent a lot of merit and finally met the requirements of the old way of Feng Yu.

Then, Old Dao Feng Yu explained to Zhao Sheng with great interest the customs of the Heavenly Desolate Domain.

This lecture was enough to talk about for a day and a night, and only when the things in Feng Yu Lao Dao's head were hollowed out did Zhao Sheng let him go with satisfaction.

……

Half a month later, Zhao Sheng took the initiative to find the head Jin Chenzi and proposed to him to open a branch in the Heavenly Desolate Domain.

Jin Chenzi appreciated Zhao Sheng's initiative to serve the sect, and immediately agreed.

In a sense, the Guiyuan Sect very much welcomes the disciples of Zhuji to open branches in various realms of Central Continent.

The Sorting House is open casually, but there is one thing... The annual "performance" must be met.

The so-called performance refers to the essence of blood beads.

According to the number of disciples, the sect will require a certain number of essence blood beads to be offered in the branch courtyard.

If the performance is up to standard, the head of the hospital can receive a large amount of merit.

If the quota is exceeded, the owner will not only get half of the excess share, but also enjoy the qualification of "discount" exchange in the Hall of Merit.

Zhao Sheng's connections in the Guiyuan Sect are limited, and he doesn't even have a few personal disciples.

However, there are too many disciples of the Guiyuan Sect, and the competition is too fierce, among which there are many "ambitious" generations.

After Zhao Sheng released the wind, more than a dozen Qi Refining Great Perfections came to the door that day, and they volunteered to follow him to "make meritorious contributions".

Zhao Sheng didn't mean to do this, but in the face of these activists who brought their own dry food, of course he gladly accepted it.

People are not expensive!

After some interviews, Zhao Sheng only accepted four of them, and the others sent a few essence blood talismans each and sent them away.

Just as Zhao Sheng was concentrating on preparing for the affairs of the Heavenly Desolate Domain, a sudden bad news interrupted his plan.

This afternoon, Zhao Sheng was concentrating on refining a batch of blood refining talismans.

Katsa

A jade pendant hanging from his waist suddenly shattered into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Zhao Sheng's face suddenly changed greatly, he threw down the talisman pen, and rushed out of the talisman room.

Two breaths later, on a cliff somewhere on the mountainside of Moya Mountain, a cloud boat suddenly soared into the sky, flew up to the high heavens, and then galloped towards Dongtian City.

……

Six days later, Taiwu Mountain,

In the courtyard on the top of the mountain, all the immortal cultivators of the Zhao clan appeared here. At this time, everyone looked grief-stricken.

At the same time, in a bedroom in the courtyard, Zhao Jinjian was lying stiffly on the bed, his face extremely pale.

At this time, Zhao Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, bowing his head slightly and not saying a word, but his expression was unusually calm.

Behind him, Zhao Xuanjing, Zhao Xuan'an, Zhao Keru and other important figures of the Zhao family all stood solemnly.

After all, Zhao Sheng didn't have time to catch up to see Zhao Jinjian for the last time.

Seeing that Zhao Sheng was silent and waited for a long time, Zhao Xuanan couldn't help but persuade: "Seventh Uncle, don't be too sad!" The fourth grandfather finally left with a smile. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng suddenly laughed, and two tears overflowed from the corners of his laughing eyes.

"Of course your fourth grandfather is going to laugh. Not only does he laugh, but I laugh too. He can hold his head high and tell his ancestors with a smile, saying that he is worthy of his ancestors' expectations. The family has not declined in his hands, but has become more and more prosperous, and has laid a foundation for future generations. He... He's proud! ”

After speaking, Zhao Sheng stood up, turned around and looked at Zhao Xuanjing and the others one by one with a look of relief.

Zhao Keru, three layers of foundation,

Zhao Xuanjing, building the fourth layer of the foundation,

Zhao Xuan'an, the second floor of the foundation,

Zhao Xuance, the Great Perfection of Qi Refining

Zhao Tongxian, the Great Perfection of Qi Refining

……

Thirty years have passed, and in addition to him, the Zhao clan has three people who have built the foundation, four people who have refined the Great Perfection of Qi, and eighteen people who have been in the late stage of Qi refining...... There are more than 100 people in the family cultivating immortals.

In addition, there is a piece of spiritual land in Taiwu Mountain, covering an area of 100 miles, with more than 200,000 ordinary people, and the sphere of influence is thousands of miles away.

The Zhao family is prosperous and has successors. Zhao Jinjian can die with a smile, and Zhao Sheng can also unload the burden and do a big thing.

A day later, Zhao Jinjian was buried in a beautiful manner, and Taiwu Mountain was lit up with lights and beaming with joy on the same day.

A month later, Zhao Sheng appeared on the mountainside of Taiwu Mountain, quietly sneaked into Bitan, and buried the first batch of "back hands" at the bottom of the pool.

Three months later, Zhao Sheng resolutely left Taiwu Mountain despite Zhao Xuanan and others.

Before leaving, he had a long and secret talk with Zhao Xuanjing and Zhao Xuanan for two days.

When Zhao Sheng left, Zhao Xuanjing then also returned to the Zhao Clan's secret mansion in Tianzhu Mountain. He is the leader of the dark tribe and is willing to be lonely all his life.

Seven days later, a cloud boat quietly landed on the shore of Longli Lake.

After the Zhao family moved away, the Ziyang Sect took back Longli Lake, but did not move to a new Xiuxian family, but re-established it as a residence for foreign disciples.

Zhao Sheng didn't stay here for a long time, and after burying the second "back hand", he drifted away.

When he reappeared, he had already appeared in Nanyang City, thousands of miles away.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the Liang State has long been a thing of the past, but the Nanyang Zhao family is still standing, known as a thousand-year-old family, and dominates one side in Ganzhou.

After hundreds of years of continuous expansion, the Zhao Cemetery has encompassed the entire mountain.

Although there are many tombstones and more than 10,000 tombs in the cemetery, the most conspicuous are always the two most central mausoleums.

As the sun set, the dim sunlight shone obliquely on the surface of the tombstone, Zhao Sheng sat on the stone steps, looking at a few lines of text on the tombstone, his expression was a little complicated and inexplicable.

"Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have a saying:

Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go? ”

Looking at the tombstone of his "wife" Wang Yuqi, Zhao Sheng was silent for a long time.

When the sun set and twilight fell, Zhao Sheng suddenly stood up without saying a word and walked down the mountain step by step.

When his figure gradually elongated and dissipated under the blood-red sunset, a gust of wind blew, and a soft sigh suddenly came from the air, and a whisper slowly echoed in the cemetery,

“…… After all, it is difficult to settle! ”