The autumn wind was blowing, and Wang Zhi and Zhang Yang in front of the school looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

This young student asked Yumu and claimed to be a disciple of Yumu, how did they not know that Yumu had also accepted apprentices?

Zhang Yang looked at the student's outfit, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said, "You are a student who Yumu taught before?"

The young man nodded in surprise, and the whole person was very excited, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I am Teacher Yu's student! When the teacher left, he specially arranged for us to study in the city middle school, and we were very reluctant to let the teacher leave. ”

"Over the years, I have now become a teacher, teaching in the city, coming back every month when I have free time, and now I am looking for someone to help me repair the house, thinking that if the teacher comes back one day, there will be a place to stay. ”

"It's just that after all these years, the teacher has never come back, and the beautiful gentleman who taught us a class with the teacher has never come back. ”

"Later, when I heard about spirituality in the city and met two spiritual masters in the city, I wondered if the teacher had become a spiritual practitioner and went out to travel all over the world and never came back. ”

The young man said a lot in one breath, and he didn't feel his mouth dry.

For Mr. Yu, who educated him when he was young, the young man still respects him very much in his heart.

At that time, his family did not want him to continue studying, but Mr. Yu worked tirelessly and went to his house several times, and finally persuaded his family to continue to study, and finally became a scholar.

Young people have gained some fame by teaching in the city, and their families have also benefited from moving to the city, which is already an extremely rare good errand for a child from a poor background.

Zhang Yang already had some understanding at this moment, and his eyes softened a lot when he looked at the young student, thinking that elm cultivation was really condescending, and he was afraid that teaching would be more promising.

Look, it's been so many years, and it's not easy to be remembered by this student in the bottom of my heart!

Wang Zhi was also a scholar before, so he had a better impression of this young man a year ago, and at this moment Wang Zhi said gently: "This ...... Uh, little brother, the elm we told you about is indeed a friend. ”

"Your Mr. Elm is indeed a spiritual cultivator, but now he is far away, and it is estimated that it will be a few years before he returns here. He's doing well now, and when he comes back, he'll be happy to see you as a student. ”

"That's it!" the young man was a little happy, and a little sad.

His teacher is really a monk, but it's a pity that he is not, maybe when he dies of old age, Mr. Yu will still be the same as he was back then, right?

But knowing that your teacher is doing well is good enough.

The young man politely said goodbye to Zhang Yang and Wang Zhi, and continued to do what he was doing, this time the tiles moved up were a little less, not enough, and it was estimated that he would have to move it later.

Contrary to the young man's expectations, these two guys, who didn't look like mortals, actually stayed to help the young man contribute to this school, and worked until the beginning of tomorrow, which was almost repaired.

Looking at the two busy monks, the young man hesitated for a moment, and then said politely: "Two adults, it's getting late, why don't you go to my house and stay overnight?"

"My family is in the village at the foot of the mountain, and my family has already moved to the city, so there will be no trouble. ”

The young man looked sincere, looking at Zhang Yang and Wang Zhi, these two who were not limited to their identities and helped him repair these dilapidated houses, which was already beyond his expectations.

Zhang Yang was a little moved, he hadn't been like a mortal for a long time, repairing dilapidated houses, and this feeling actually made him a little infatuated.

Wang Zhi politely excused himself, and under the pretext of having something else, he and Zhang Yang left first.

The young scholar stood on the mountainside like this, watching the two of them gradually disappear in front of him, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and the book business is angry over the hills.

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When the Qingyun Realm Lord stopped retreating, the elm that he was carrying, a magnificent mountain had already appeared in front of him, this mountain peak was red all over, towering into the clouds, giving the elm the feeling that it was like when he first saw the seventh mountain in the inner world, magnificent and majestic.

The Qingyun Realm Lord looked at the mountain under his feet, and his expression was a little dazed.

This mountain is not the Two Realms Mountain that is at war, but a sacred mountain called Longteng Mountain by the monks of the Wolong Realm, and Longteng Mountain is still a short distance away from the Two Realms Mountain.

Here, it is the place where the Qingyun Realm Lord has moved over with the sect after achieving the realm master rank, and now, the original first-class sect has become the strongest sect in the Wolong Realm, and there is no one.

And Qingyun, the master of the Wolong Realm who sits in the sect, was defeated in the battle, lost his body, and only the spirit god remained.

The sect that lost the realm master did not lose the title of the strongest sect in the Wolong Realm, and all the cultivators in the sect followed Qingyun to fight against the Divine Spirit Heaven, and they did not regret their deaths.

Therefore, now this huge sect is miserable and miserable, and it has ended up with only a few hundred primordial monks, which is too much worse than the strong strength that was proud of the realm before.

Yumu didn't make a sound, just quietly looked at the sect under this mountain, with Yumu's current realm, he could naturally see every move of the monks of this sect, the monks of this sect were nothing more than penance, there was nothing to see.

The Qingyun Realm Lord said softly: "Do you see the sect down here?"

Yu Mu nodded lightly, he is not blind, such a big sect, occupying the sect established by this majestic mountain, even if he wants to see it, it is very difficult.

The Qingyun Realm Lord slowly spoke: "More than ten years ago, in this sect, there was a realm master, a heavenly monarch, dozens of true monarchs, hundreds of real people, and more than a thousand people in the Xuanling realm. ”

"Is this strength strong enough?"

Yu Mu had a guess in his heart, this eighty percent should be the Qingyun Realm Lord's own sect.

Yu Mu opened his mouth and replied: "This kind of sect is already the strongest in the first realm. If I'm guessing correctly, this is the sect of my predecessors, right?"

The Qingyun Realm Lord nodded slowly, his face was surprisingly sentimental, and he said, "When the master handed over the sect to me, I made a heavy oath in front of the master to bring the sect to the first-class position in the Wolong Realm. ”

"When I achieved the Heavenly Monarch, the sect was already a few sects in this Wolong Realm, and when I later achieved the realm master rank, the sect was already the strongest sect in this Wolong Realm, there was no one!"

Yu Mu looked at the sect below, and thought of the scene of the Qingyun Realm Lord's heart scar that he had seen before, and at this moment he also nodded and agreed: "The senior is indeed worthy of his oath and has brought this sect to a height that does not belong to him, which the junior admires." ”

No matter what the Qingyun Realm Lord is, how much Elm Mu is not used to the Qingyun Realm Lord's means of punishing his heart, at this point, he also has to recognize the contribution made by the Qingyun Realm Lord.

Elm Mu can go to the black Qingyun Realm Lord from various aspects of personality and means, but the sect of the Qingyun Realm Lord, he can't be black.

When he was in a hurry, the Qingyun Realm Lord and Yumu had a brief conversation, and Yumu knew that it turned out that not every realm of Lingxuantian had a realm master.

There are some extremely different realms, and in one realm, there are no Heavenly Monarch monks, let alone monks of the realm lord rank.

Qingyun Realm Lord had previously said that in the Thousand Realms of Lingxuantian, there were only three hundred Realm Master Cultivators, so if he Qingyun was able to become the Realm Master, he was already the greatest contribution to the Wolong Realm.

The Qingyun Realm Lord smiled slightly and shook his head slightly, as if he didn't quite agree with Elm's statement.

In the heart of the Qingyun Realm Lord, even if the sect does not have him, it will still be among the first-class sects, without Qingyun, there may be white clouds and yellow clouds and the like, and the sect will be raised step by step.

He Qingyun is just standing on the shoulders of his ancestors and going one step further.

The Qingyun Realm Lord looked at the diligent cultivators below, a look of guilt appeared on his face, and he pointed to the monks below and said, "Elm, you are a person who is favored by God, you are different from them, you know?"

"My sect, more than ten years ago, when the Divine Spirit Heaven invaded the Wolong Realm, all the cultivators of the Soul Realm of the sect followed me to fight against the Divine Spirit Heaven Monks, knowing that they were invincible, but they still did not retreat. ”

"In the end, all the monks of my sect died in Wolong, and even I myself lost my body. ”

"But all of this is worth it, sacrificing my strength and forcibly delaying the attack of the Divine Spirit Heaven for a long time, so that there is now a situation where the two sides are facing off against the Two Realms Mountain. ”

"They die without regrets. ”

"It's just that I, the sect master, the realm master of the Wolong Realm, didn't fulfill my duty, as the sect master, I couldn't protect the sect disciples, and as the realm master, I caused a realm, and most of the territory became someone else's. ”

"I, the realm master, am a failure. ”

Yu Mu also felt the same way, and opened his mouth to comfort: "The seniors don't have to blame themselves, the gods and heavenly cultivators are overwhelming, and the seniors can do this, in the hearts of the juniors, it is already very remarkable." ”

"The younger generation used to be in the mortal realm, and I have seen the so-called wars between countries, and there is a wise saying, which the younger generation thinks can be replaced, and it is not bad to use it on the seniors. ”

"Oh, what's that?" the Qingyun Realm Lord became a little interested, and looked at the elm with a smile, wanting to hear what kind of words this little guy could say.

Yumu smiled slightly and said: "The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies." This seems to be a good thing to use for the seniors. ”

"The realm lord guards the territory, and the green clouds protect the society. ”

After listening to Yumu's words with a smile, the Qingyun Realm Lord finally nodded slightly, and said, "It's not bad, it's a little meaningful." ”

The duty is there, so I will not retreat from the fight.

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