The camp is stationed on this boundary, embellished with the prosperity of civilization in the vastness, like a firelight, making the ordinary glow brightly.

And thirty or forty thousand miles away, on another camp, there are also alchemists from the medicine house who are overcoming thorns and thorns to forge the glory of their bodies.

Just last night, Shang Qu refined all the essence of a camp, impacted into the foundation building realm, and became a second-order alchemist.

"Okay, there is a successor to the medicine house."

After Chen Sheng received this letter, his heart was overjoyed and emotional, and his body trembled slightly.

So much so that he had a feeling of being old.

Connecting the previous and the next, if the medicine house wants to maintain its prosperity, there must be someone behind him.

In the past, that person was Zhou Huang, but after Zhou Huang fell, there was no trace of light.

After the logistics and pill supply strategy, Shang Qu seized the opportunity and succeeded in building the foundation, and he was extremely pleased.

In this way, after his abdication, he can be regarded as living up to the trust of Shen Lao, leaving a prosperous foundation for the alchemists of the medicine house.

"The younger generation, being able to enter the second-order alchemist rank, is not because of the talent, but because of being born in a thriving era, so that they can have the spare strength to forge ahead, thanks to the hard work of the elders, and they dare not be proud."

Shang Qu behaved very modestly in the letter, without a trace of anxiety, perhaps because Zhou Huang had too much influence on him, thinking that he was just a lucky person.

Being able to step into the realm of a second-order alchemist was the luck of the medicine house, which just pushed him forward.

"Now that you have entered the ranks of second-order alchemists, it doesn't make much sense to continue to stay in the camp, go back to the medicine house, sit in charge for me, and coordinate the Quartet."

Chen Shenghui said diligently, and in terms of authority, he also let go greatly, and once he entered the second order, it was already a different situation.

Many things that must be handled by him himself have been able to be delegated to Shang Qu to do, and they can also be used as training to prepare for the succession in the future.

In addition, there is another letter, but it is from the green beads.

Chen Sheng smiled and spread out the letters, and the words were lively and lovely, jumping on the paper.

"Somehow, this time you left, only seven or eight years have passed, but you miss it a little, maybe after seeing a white hair growing on your sideburns, you have a feeling in your heart."

"I wanted to go to Qingping Valley to find you, but I was stopped by the high-level of the Immortal Sect."

"Say, did you do what you did to let me sit in Bai Yufeng all the time, and many of the same outer sect elders as me were all transferred out to fight."

"Although I'm a little angry, you made a decision for me without my consent, but for the sake of your concern for me, I forgive you, hehe."

Chen Sheng's eyes touched every word on the letter, and his eyes were full of smiles, but when he saw Lu Zhu complaining that he had grown a strand of white hair, he changed slightly, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and continued to look at it, and a smile appeared in his eyes again.

"When the war on my side is over, I'll go back, you are good to stay in the Immortal Sect, don't go out."

He raised his hand and replied with another letter, the words were warm, and the pen was not sharp, and he could see the tenderness in his heart.

The matter of Lu Zhu sitting in charge of Bai Yufeng was something he specially instructed Chen Ergou to do, killing and robbing on the border, there were too many variables, and it was safe to stay in the base camp.

……

Time is spent in the hustle and bustle.

Over the years, the camp has experienced large and small ups and downs, but it has always stood tall, and its foundation has become more and more stable, and it has gradually grown into a prominent force.

At that time, Zhang Lu was old, his hair became dry and gray, his body was rickety, and his blood was so weak that he couldn't look good.

"In the past 25 years, I have no regrets, I am very happy, I just hate that I met the owner late, and I can't follow him for a few more years."

At the age of one hundred and twelve, looking at the towering fortress like a city, there was a trace of agitation in his heart, but he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he really couldn't do much.

Middle-aged cultivators, after several ups and downs, several of which narrowly escaped life, hurting the origin.

He could already feel the breath of death.

Looking back on the experience of his later years, he is very proud, and in the first seven years, he ran for the camp, built the initial framework, and filled it up little by little.

In the next eighteen years, he won the favor of his boss and dealt with the chores of the camp, and received a lot of respect and courtesy.

To this day, his traces, all over the camp, have been able to get rid of the knot of "rootless duckweed".

Even if he dies now, he claims to be a man with roots.

"Who's to say it isn't."

There was a hint of sighing in Ye Danshi's tone, he was a little worse after all, stopping at the threshold of a second-order alchemist.

It's not that I can't move forward anymore, but because I'm old and congenital, I'm stuck on the road to progress.

Many times, he wondered if if it would have been a different outcome if he had met Chen Sheng a few years earlier.

"Hey, I don't have your regrets, my grandson is complete."

Liao Zuofeng didn't have too many feelings, and in the seventh year after he entered the camp, he brought his grandson over to practice Dan Dao here, and for many years, he had already become a teacher.

From casual cultivation to alchemist, it is a qualitative leap, and it is a great blessing for future generations to get this opportunity.

Even if in the end, the grandson is not allowed to enter the medicine house, it is enough to cultivate richly.

"There are more and more people in the camp, but the original backbone is becoming more and more scarce."

Chen Sheng overlooked the entire camp, the spirit grass was green and green, like wild grass, and the number of monks stationed there had tripled or tripled, all of them were strong characters.

Everything is good, but there are very few familiar faces.

He saw Zhang Lu, the first person to enter the camp, with a thick dead aura already lingering on his body, obviously the end was approaching.

This is lucky, all the beards and tails have survived, and more people are in the fight and fall directly.

The first batch of recruited immortal cultivators, those who are still there, except for a few alchemists such as Ye Danshi, are still alive, and they are no more than one hand index.

"It's the owner, he's still so young, he's looking at me, is he feeling sorry for me."

Zhang Lu saw Chen Sheng, who was peerless, vaguely the same as twenty-five years ago, without a trace of aging.

He bowed from afar, and the number of times they met after that should not be much, it could be regarded as a farewell to this respectable owner in advance.

"Whoosh......"

Outside the void sky, someone came with a sword, with a slender figure, black hair half covering the handsome face, and the eyebrows and eyes were revealed, but they were sharp and indifferent.

It's Zhao Python!

Chen Sheng's mind moved, the large array of the camp dispersed, and Zhao Python flew in, like a vigorous dragon, landing in front of him.

"The Langya Immortal Sect will launch a general attack and destroy my Qingping Valley."

Zhao Python's first sentence was bad news among bad news, Langya Immortal Sect will use its strength here to launch a terrifying battle, wanting to sweep away the barrier of Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

"No, how can the situation be so turbulent."

Chen Sheng was puzzled, the battle situation was repeated over and over again, and it had entered a state of stalemate.

It stands to reason that it should not collapse in an instant and go down the path of the most destruction.

"Master, I passed away three days ago."

Zhao Python said in a deep voice.

"I see."

Chen Sheng understood that the Hengyu Dao people were the ones who suppressed the luck of Qingping Valley, and their combat power was extremely high, and they were the existence of the peak of the foundation realm.

The death of this person was a great loss to Qingping Valley, and it was also the time when the cultivators' mood was at their lowest.

The people of Langya Immortal Sect, if they are not stupid, will definitely attack on a large scale, and strive to destroy Qingping Valley in one battle.

"When the ancestor left, he left the Qianyuan Dragon and Tiger Great Dan to me, and asked the juniors to hand over this Shui Yuan Crystal to the seniors."

Zhao Python told all the instructions of Hengyu Daoist when he left, and according to the instructions of the elder, he handed over Shui Yuanjing to Chen Sheng.

"What a venerable elder."

Chen Sheng guessed the thoughts of Hengyu Dao people at once, and handed over the Qianyuan Dragon and Tiger Great Dan to Zhao Python, which was to pave the way for this junior to advance and plan the Jindan Realm, which was as difficult as ascending to the sky.

handed over Shui Yuanjing to him because he knew that he needed it, so he bought a favor.

And this favor is not for individuals, but for Qingping Valley.

Originally, Hengyu Daoist could live for another five years, but he refused, and was willing to die of old age for the sake of his descendants.

That's why he said that Hengyu Daoren was a respectable elder.

"I have to go back to Qingping Valley, and the battle will be extremely miserable."

Among them, Zhao Python also understands, that is, he understands, there is an unspeakable grief in his heart, and there is an obsession, he wants to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the future of Qingping Valley and insist on moving forward.

Before leaving, he was very calm and said: "You can't do anything, the seniors can withdraw in time." ”

The offensive of the Langya Immortal Sect must be turbulent and terrifying, Qingping Valley may not be able to resist, if it really comes to that point, he will choose to burn the jade, but for Chen Sheng, he hopes that this elder can be safe.

"The turmoil will dissipate."

Chen Sheng watched Zhao Python leave, the figure of the young man was still upright, but between his steps, he had been pressed a little heavy.

He was silent in his heart, and then made a sonorous and powerful word, and he would do his best to break through the predicament and lead everyone on a bright path.

The death of Hengyu Daoren, as many expected, became the flashpoint of the decisive battle on the border.

The majestic army of monks, under the inspiration of the Langya Immortal Sect, pressed through the battle line and constantly bombarded the defense line of Qingping Valley.

Chen Sheng felt a kind of danger like an egg!

Because, on the side of Qingping Valley, there has not been a letter for a long time, quietly.

In the past, the more dangerous the situation, the more frequent the letters were transmitted, and at this time, there was no movement, and it could only be said that it was so dangerous that there was no time or opportunity to send out a letter.

There is also a point that proves that the frequency of attacks on the barracks is constantly rising, and it is thought that the defense of the side line has been broken through, like a sieve, to cause such a appearance.

"Bell ......"

The golden bell rang and a loud sound rang out.

Chen Sheng looked outside the camp, and if it was an enemy attack, a group of monks and horses invaded, led by a monk in the middle stage of the foundation building realm, and all the people under his command were wearing armor and were all strong.

It's another elite film, and it shouldn't be underestimated.

"This is the barracks."

When he came, he was turbulent, but when he stood here, Song Shuwen maintained a cautious attitude, and there were already many foundation building realm monks who turned over the river ditch here and fell miserably.

"Boss, I'll kill him."

In the camp, there are also monks looking at Song Shuwen, who is an impatient character, called Niu Liu, who has only recently taken refuge.

"Let someone go with you."

Under Chen Sheng's command, there are already four foundation building realm cultivators, who have been recruited one after another in the past eighteen years, and Niu Liu is one of them, with an impatient temperament and not many eyes.

There are also two foundation building realm monks, one is called Hou Yi and the other is called Gongsun Mu, both of whom are delicate and delicate, and they can be matched with Niu Liu.

"Why do you have to do that?"

Niu Liu refused, the momentum was like a black cloud pressing on the top, although it was an impatient temperament, easy to be used, but a reckless atmosphere, extremely strong, reckless, many conspiracies were directly broken.

"This brute ......"

Yi Yuanlu wanted to remind him of the last two sentences, the battle situation is dangerous, and he has to be cautious, but Niu Liu is impatient and walks out directly, which makes people helpless.

"Boom ......"

The camp gate was wide open, Niu Liuyi took the lead, and behind him, there was a group of people surrounding him, with a strong atmosphere, almost reborn, and he couldn't see the charm of scattered cultivation.

On the killing of all cultivators, the evil spirit was like a rolling tide, and the momentum was monstrous, and they went straight to where Song Shuwen was.

"What kind of person is Chen Sheng, who can recruit such a refined cultivator."

Song Shuwen's face changed slightly, and these camp cultivators who rushed out of the slaughter had a strong aura, and they were not weaker than the elite of the cultivation sect.

Is this a casual practice?

He was puzzled, but he didn't know that this was fed by Chen Sheng with a large amount of pills, so that everyone could follow him, although he was born in casual cultivation, but his loyalty and heritage were full, and he could compare to the elite of the cultivation sect.

"Boom"

The monks of the two sides fought together, and the fluctuations of the spell were everywhere, and if you didn't pay attention to it, it would be blood splashed on the spot.

Song Shuwen is majestic and domineering, the mana is poured into the sword, and the sword is slashed, and the void is lit up with a crescent-like brilliance, and the sword intent is sharp, containing the artistic conception of the circle and the deficiency, indicating the withering of the opponent.

Niu Liu is a reckless person, seeing the sword intent in the sky, killing every step, but he can't avoid it, mana protection, lifting a pair of Xuanhua axes, like a demon cow running on the vast plain, shaking the sky and the earth.

"Bang"

Under the blow, the sword intent shattered, and Niu Liu let the edge be finely shattered, killing the flesh and blood, and there were blood plums one after another.

Song Shuwen was not easy, his body was concussive, his bones creaked, and he was beaten extremely uncomfortably by the huge force that was lifted, and he wanted to vomit blood.

"Come on, come on, let me chop off your head."

Niu Liu shook his body to sober his head a little, opened a pair of bull's eyes, and stared directly at Song Shuwen, with a sense of enthusiasm and excitement in his eyes.

The next moment, he killed, and a pair of Xuanhua big axes flipped over again and again, as evil as knives, and the wisps were extremely fierce, and Song Shuwen was about to be crushed and beheaded.

"Maniac!"

Song Shuwen had not yet encountered such a passionate enemy in battle, and he had no sense of urgency in the life-and-death crisis.

He used a sword weapon to oppose two Xuanhua axes, but he hit walls everywhere, and was crushed by the enemy's heaviness little by little.

Forced to be in a hurry, he stabbed with a sword, like a bird's nest piercing through the air, and went straight to Niu Liu's vital point.

"Hahaha......"

Niu Liuda laughed, avoided it a little, and protected the vital point without losing it, but a pair of Xuanhua big axes shrouded Song Shuwen, and he wanted to exchange his life for injury.

Song Shuwen was very aggrieved, collected the sword momentum, flipped over, and was cold, but he was pulled by Niu Liuyi's axe to the juniors, like a broken sack, rolling down several times, and vomiting blood again and again.

(End of chapter)