The next day, early in the morning.

The mansion of Yanzhou Sang Wuyan.

A monk dressed as a doctor strode through the courtyard, first stepping over a pontoon bridge to an attic built in the middle of the lake.

This three-story attic called "Wanjuan Zhai" is the study room of the owner of this courtyard, Sang Wuyun, and the place where he reads, draws talismans, and meets guests.

Why do you say that once, it is because ten years ago, he colluded with the Immortal Alliance to seize the position of the head of the family, and not only did he not succeed, but he was also trapped in this attic by Sang Buchao with a "golden soup talisman", and he did not take a step in ten years.

"Teacher, teacher, student has something urgent to tell you. ”

The cultivator shouted at the attic with excitement on his face.

"Is it Sun Ruoshui?"

A very indifferent voice floated from the attic.

"It's the disciple. ”

Hearing Sang Wuyan's response, Sun Ruoshui immediately knelt down.

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

Sang Wuyun's voice was still calm.

"Teacher, the disciple stayed in front of the night before the Nasang room, and finally found out that he had died last night and returned to Huangquan!"

Sun Ruoshui's eyes were red, and he was extremely excited.

However, Sang Wuyun in the attic was silent for a long time.

"Teacher, you can finally get rid of this ten thousand scrolls, no one in this Yanzhou can trap you anymore!"

That Sun Ruoshui couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and continued.

But Sang Wuyun in the attic still didn't speak.

But at this moment, six or seven more people hurried to the attic.

"Senior Brother Eleven, you are also here to give the teacher good news?"

A short and fat cultivator asked in surprise when he saw Sun Ruoshui.

"Third Senior Brother, you all know about it?"

Sun Ruoshui was also a little surprised.

"This news spread throughout the Sang family early in the morning. ”

Without waiting for the third senior brother to answer, a middle-aged man of medium stature walked up to the two of them.

"Senior brother, you're here too!"

That Sun Ruoshui and his third senior brother all said with a look of surprise.

"Well, it's not just me, it's all here. ”

The senior brother pointed to the few people who came behind him one after another.

These people, like Sun Ruoshui, are all disciples of Sang Wuyan.

One of Sang Wuyun's biggest hobbies in his life is to accept apprentices, and over the years, there have been two or three hundred disciples one after another.

Because he didn't like the title of master, his disciples called him teacher or sir, and when he taught his disciples, he would gather all these disciples in one place to teach classes.

And in the years that followed, as these disciples of Sang Wuyun grew up one by one, the strength of Sang Wuyun's lineage also changed from the initial unknown origin to the existence that could directly challenge the head of the Sang family.

However, in the rebellion ten years ago, Sang Wuyun's disciples suffered heavy casualties, and there were no more than 30 of the 300 disciples left.

The people who came here at this moment were undoubtedly the elite of his remaining disciples.

During Sang Wuyun's imprisonment, his lineage could continue to be maintained or even secretly, and a large part of it was due to the credit of these disciples.

"But senior brother, the teacher doesn't want to come out. ”

Sun Ruoshui looked at the master brother helplessly.

"The news that Sang Buchao is dead, did you tell the teacher?"

Brother Master asked.

"I said it, I said it all, but after I finished speaking, the teacher didn't speak, and he didn't say a word inside. ”

Sun Ruo waterway.

"Then let's invite the teacher out together, the humiliation that the teacher has suffered with us over the years must be compensated for with blood!"

The senior brother said with a cold look in his eyes.

As he spoke, he knelt on the ground, and then said in a loud voice:

"Senior disciple Xie Mingxuan, I respectfully ask the teacher to go downstairs and wash away the shame of these ten years for us!"

As soon as he spoke, the juniors and disciples behind him all knelt on the ground one by one.

"Second disciple Feng Lianggong, respectfully invite the teacher to go downstairs. ”

"The third disciple Mao Zhenghao, respectfully invite the teacher to go downstairs. ”

"Fifth disciple Zhu Han, respectfully invite the teacher to go downstairs. ”

"Eighth disciple Miao Bai, respectfully invite the teacher to go downstairs. ”

"Ninth disciple Gu Ping, respectfully invite the teacher to go downstairs. ”

"Eleventh disciple Sun Ruoshui, respectfully ask the teacher to go downstairs. ”

......

"Get up. ”

Finally, Sang Wuyun in the attic spoke.

"If the teacher doesn't come out, we can't afford it!"

The three disciples, Mao Zhenghao, said resolutely.

"The teacher insists on not being able to unravel, is it because he can't unravel this golden soup talisman?"

Sun Ruoshui wondered.

However, as soon as he said this, the "Golden Soup Talisman" posted on the gate of the Ten Thousand Scrolls Zhai instantly cracked.

A rather heroic wind broke through the door, blowing the clothes of the disciples kneeling in front of the door, and swept past the lake.

The water lilies, which had already withered, bloomed in unison.

Then a middle-aged man with upright and elegant eyebrows and a tall figure stepped out of the Wanjuan Building in a gray cloth shirt.

"It's just a golden soup talisman, even if Sang doesn't mess up and doesn't die, it can't stop me, I'm just thinking about it, this time, whether it is advantageous for me to continue to stay in this 10,000-volume building, or go out more happily. ”

Sang Wuyun glanced at the disciples kneeling in front of him, stroked his long beard and smiled.

"Congratulations to the teacher, the cultivation has reached another level!"

The eldest disciple, Xie Mingxuan, got up and looked at Sang Wuyun with an excited expression.

"Living alone in silence, reading books, drawing talismans, I finally realized something. ”

Sang Wuyun said disapprerovitically.

"How did I do the things I told you before? The little girl of the Sang family is naturally not afraid, but the Zhao family behind him and those clan elders are still a little difficult. ”

He then asked.

"What the teacher explained, we naturally dare not slack off. ”

Xie Mingxuan immediately said:

"After our planning during this time, there are already three of the eight elders in the clan who are willing to stand on our side, and the other two are hesitating, as for the Zhao family, the Immortal Alliance is already helping us deal with it, presumably they have no time to care about it at this time. ”

"Good. ”

Sang Wuyun nodded, then took a deep breath greedily, and said to himself:

"The air outside the building does taste sweeter. ”

He turned his head to look at Xie Mingxuan and asked:

"By the way, the batch of corpse god Gu that the Immortal Alliance talked about before has already been transported?"

"Half a month ago, Ma Lao had already taken the young man to pick it up in person, if the Yellow Bird Camp could get out of the valley smoothly, it should be there in the next few days. ”

Xie Mingxuan said.

"It doesn't look like it's going to be a few days anymore. ”

Xie Mingxuan's words fell, and Sang Wuyun suddenly looked behind him and said.

I saw that on the pontoon bridge leading to Wanjuan Pavilion, Ma Yu and Songhailou were rushing over with the seven feathers of the Yellow Bird Battalion.

"Dad, you're finally out!"

Song Hailou was far away and began to shout.

He took three steps and made one step, and rushed to Sang Wuyun's side.

"Well, it's out. ”

Sang Wuyun patted the dust on his body for Sang Hailou with some doting.

"Dad, let me tell you, I waited with Ma Lao in that barren mountain for half a month, and finally got those corpse god Gu!"

He said with a smug face.

"Then I'll have to give me a lot of credit this time. ”

Sang Wuyun patted Sang Hailou's shoulder with satisfaction.

"What are you rubbing about? Why don't you give that soul lock bell to my father!"

Sang Hailou turned to look at the seven feathers and "Lu Sheng", and his face instantly turned cold.

Lu Sheng didn't say anything more, and directly handed over the soul lock bell to Sang Wuyun.

Seeing that he was doing well, Sang Hailou didn't embarrass them anymore, and asked them to take them to the Sang family's guest room to rest.

"I always felt that something was wrong with this group of people. ”

Sang Wuyun glanced at the soul lock bell in his hand, and then at the group of people in the Yellow Bird Camp and frowned.

As he spoke, he tentatively shook the soul lock bell in his hand, and nothing unusual appeared except for a crisp bell that rang suddenly.

"Don't worry, Dad, I've been observing them for a long time along the way, it's a group of country buns, and they were lucky enough to dig out this corpse god Gu from the cemetery. ”

Sang Hailou said with disdain.

"Hmm. ”

Hearing this, Sang Wuyun finally retracted his gaze and didn't look at the group of people in the Yellow Bird Camp again.

......

Li Yunsheng, who was waiting outside the mansion for the group of people from the Yellow Bird Camp to come out, exhaled a long breath at this time, and a big stone finally fell in his heart.

He secretly rejoiced:

"Fortunately, before they went in, I took out the Corpse God Gu and directly controlled these people with their divine souls, otherwise they would really have to be exposed in advance, this Sang Wuyun really has some doorways. ”

But only when he thought about it, Sang Wuyun's voice passed through the transmission note he placed on Sang Hailou's body, and came again:

"Find an opportunity to let this group of people disappear, the fewer people who know about the Corpse God Gu, the better. ”

Li Yunsheng couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, and said secretly:

"This person is too suspicious. ”