Volume 1: The Forsaken Land Chapter 50: Gathering
"According to the time calculation, Qinglingmen should have arrived by now, could it be that something happened on the road?"
The old woman's face was old, and when she raised her eyes to look at the sky, the three wrinkles on her forehead were extremely obvious, and when she spoke, her tone revealed a little dissatisfaction.
"Qinglingmen is located in Qingzhou, there is a distance from this disaster state, it is normal to be a day or two late, junior sister don't worry. ”
Beside him, the old man said softly, as he spoke, glancing at the young man who was still practicing with his eyes closed not far away, and nodded secretly approvingly, but then sighed a little helplessly.
"Ugly, come here as a teacher!"
As soon as the words fell, the young man who was originally closing his eyes and exhaling slowly collected his strength, and the spiritual power around his body was completely absorbed into his body.
"Master, are you looking for me?"
The young man's voice was like a drum, he was naturally loud, and it was not obvious when he sat cross-legged just now, but when he stood up at this moment, he was two heads taller than ordinary disciples, and he was very burly.
"Chou'er, you have a dual-attribute spiritual root of wind and thunder, what is even more surprising is that the two spiritual roots actually account for half of each, the score is exactly the same, the spiritual root attributes have reached an absolute balance, and they do not affect each other, which is equivalent to the existence of two heavenly spirit roots in one, so that not only can the cultivation speed be comparable to those disciples of the heavenly spirit root, but the strong foundation is twice as strong as theirs. However, although you are said to be extraordinary, the obsession in your heart is too deep, for the teacher to let you polish your mind when you were young, until six years ago you were allowed to cultivate, in just six years, you will cultivate the two attributes of wind and thunder to the realm of the eighth layer of qi refining, for the teacher should be happy for you, but you are too desperate to cultivate, and even took a lot of pills for the growth of strength, pulling out the seedlings to help it, and the damage is the foundation in the future. In the future, once the realm is unstable and demons breed, what is the use of even the highest level of cultivation? Don't cultivate these days, and stabilize the realm well. ”
The old man persuaded bitterly, and in the end, his tone was already three points stern.
Hearing this, the young man frowned without a trace, and seemed to hesitate a little, but when he met the old man's serious eyes, he finally nodded helplessly, and said in a muffled voice, "I will listen to the master." ”
"When this trial is over, after returning to the sect, help you get rid of these knife wounds on your face!"
After a moment of silence, the old man spoke again, but as soon as the words fell, the young man raised his head suddenly, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, but he reacted immediately, lowered his eyebrows, and said in a firm tone, " The master should know that when those blood-clothed warriors slaughtered the entire village, my parents, brothers and sisters all died tragically under the bloody knife, and even these scars on my face were left by those blood-clothed swordsmen. The disciple was reluctant to erase these scars, just to remind himself that the revenge had not been avenged and he did not dare to slack off. Those blood-clothed swordsmen have not been killed for a day, and these scars on the faces of the disciples must be kept for a day!"
As he spoke, the young man knelt down directly, as if he thought of the tragic scene at the beginning, his arms were bruised, his face was covered with a layer of blood, and his whole body was a little terrifying.
"Alas, when I rescued you from the pile of dead people for the teacher, I watched you grow up, I really don't want you to be immersed in hatred all the time, I have also inquired about the whereabouts of those blood-clothed swordsmen everywhere over the years, but the other party is extremely mysterious, and I can't find out my heels at all, can't you put down this hatred?"
The old man sighed lightly, his tone a little low.
"The murderer is free, the dead are unsafe, as a son of man, killing relatives and blood feuds, you must not fail to revenge!"
After saying this, the young man kowtowed three times to the old man.
"Alas, okay, you get up first, since hatred has become your obsession, you can only completely cut it off, if you trace the whereabouts of those bloody swordsmen in the future, the teacher will definitely help you. ”
The old man was silent for a moment, exhaled his turbid breath lightly, and slowly spoke, with a hint of doting in his voice.
This time, the young man did not refuse the old man's kindness, his face showed a touch of gratitude, he opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when the old woman on the side looked towards the southwest suddenly, "Hmph, it's finally here." ”
As soon as the words fell, in the blue void, the cyan streamer drew a long line, which had appeared at the end of the sight of the three of them, seemingly far away in the sky, but only half a cup of tea had already come to the front.
At this moment, whether it was the two elders of the Liuhe Sect, or the 100,000 disciples who were chatting idly, they all looked up at the sky, and their faces were unabashedly shocked, obviously, it was the first time for these disciples of the Liuhe Sect to see such a huge flying magic weapon.
"Luo Daoyou and Xu Daoyou, I haven't seen them for many years, but the two of them are still the same. ”
At this moment, the Flying Giant Boat slowly fell downward, and at the same time, a deep sound came from the Giant Boat, which was not loud, but it was extremely clear into the ears of the two elders of the Liuhe Sect below.
"Hmph, your Qinglingmen is such a big shelf, twelve years ago, in the disciple test of our three sects, you came with this broken ship, and now after so many years, this broken ship has not been dismantled?"
The old woman said lightly, without the slightest politeness in her tone, but the voice on the giant boat didn't mind, but smiled, "Xu Daoyou is still the same, and he hasn't changed at all." ”
After saying this, he didn't say more, as the giant boat landed, those outer disciples couldn't wait to get off the boat one by one, looked at the disciples of the Liuhe Sect who were also not very old, and hugged each other, and they were clearly distinguishable from each other, and they seemed to have some competitive meanings, and they didn't talk to each other.
As the two elders finally got off the boat, they put away the flying boat magic weapon and fell towards the place where the two elders of the Liuhe Sect were together.
"Hehe, Luo Daoyou, Xu Daoyou. ”
Approaching, the four of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Elder Lei, who was dressed in black robes, looked around and asked casually, "Hasn't the Qinyang Dao Palace arrived yet?"
"They're always the last to show up, and they're very arrogant, and you don't know it. ”
The old woman spoke, with a strong dissatisfaction in her tone, but as soon as the words fell, in the void, a somewhat ethereal voice suddenly came, "Hehe, Xu Daoyou is still so fast-talking, but it's a little inappropriate to talk about it behind this back, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate, right?" If Xu Daoyou has an opinion about my Qinyang Dao Palace, why don't you say it in front of the old man?"
The voice fell, above the nine heavens, among the long white clouds, a black dot like ink suddenly appeared in everyone's sight, just a blink of an eye, the black dot rapidly enlarged, turning into a three-legged black tripod, like a stretch of mountain oppression, no smaller than the flying giant boat of Qinglingmen.
The giant tripod in front of him seems to be cast in Ugin, surrounded by black lines, faintly flashing a dark golden light, at the same time as the sound fell, the giant tripod has come to the top of everyone's heads, three feet fell to the ground, rubble splashed, the whole mountain seemed to shake, some unstable Liuhe Sect disciples even sat on the ground, looking at the mountain-like giant tripod in front of them with a somewhat pale face.
Immediately, the black light around the giant tripod flashed, and countless disciples of the Qinyang Dao Palace in dark yellow robes came out of the mouth of the tripod one after another, and a few dodged and landed firmly on the ground.
These disciples are also not very old, but they are all good-looking, and their momentum is extraordinary, just to go to that station, inadvertently, it gives people a faint sense of oppression, and a kind of grandeur that belongs to the superior is vividly reflected in these disciples.
Unlike Qinglingmen and Liuhe Sect, these disciples of Qinyang Dao Palace have cultivators and martial artists, and the number of martial artists is also quite large, almost half of each, but compared to the tens of thousands of disciples of Qinglingmen and Liuhe Sect, the disciples of Qinyang Dao Palace are only three thousand, which makes the disciples of the other two sects secretly relieved.
"Hmph, how dare the old woman have an opinion on your Qinyang Dao Palace, who knows if your bull's nose will go to King Qin to sue the old man. ”
The old woman surnamed Xu frowned and said, although her attitude was tough, but her tone was vaguely jealous, obviously she knew the bull-nosed Taoist in front of her very well.
At this moment, the Taoist has come to everyone, forty or fifty years old, wearing a purple robe, a wooden hairpin inserted in his bun, red face and thick lips, invisibly revealing a bit of oppression.
"Hehe, okay, let's not say a word, it's not that Qin Daoyou doesn't know Xu Daoyou's temperament. ”
The woman in the green skirt who had not spoken a word since she came here from Qinglingmen started a round, looked in the direction of the disciples of the three sects behind her, and spoke again, "Since the disciples of our three sects have arrived, let's discuss the next matters." ”