Out of the northwest, to the southeast, the giant ship, riding the wind and waves, straight to the clouds and sails to the sea!

Endure spring and summer, stay up in autumn and winter, have been dormant for a long time, several ups and downs, break the blue sky and let me go!

In the port of Wolnoshima, a luxurious fleet of dozens of ships docked on the shore, and countless workers were busy transporting supplies to the fleet and carrying out final care.

Hu Dayuan stood on the deck of the main ship named "Mirage", facing the endless East China Sea, his eyes wandering, and through the successive sea levels, he was looking at the ends of the world in another world.

Behind him, a seemingly weak Taoist priest wearing gold-rimmed glasses and plain robes was reporting to him.

"Lord, fresh water and food have been replenished, and the fuel is still a month's worth of fuel according to the Lord's requirements, and the subordinates have conveyed it to the Ximen family and the Mobei Buddhist Sect in the northwest, and they promised to think of another way to raise it, and it is estimated that it will be in place in three days. After the Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Mansion expressed its surrender, the other sects successively handed over their disciples, and the last group of cultivators also boarded the ocean fleet. The Laoshan faction and the Maoshan faction were at odds, and there have been several troubles since they were assembled, and their subordinates have separated them into two ships, and the leader has been thrown into the spiritual prison according to the will of the lord, and they have expressed their acceptance of punishment. The overhaul work is basically over, everything is normal, and when the fuel is in place, you can set sail directly......"

Hu Dayuan seemed to be listening, but he didn't seem to be listening, he didn't look back, and he didn't express any opinions, just like a nobody.

The Taoist priest looked at his eyes for a long time, but he couldn't see anything, and his face gradually showed a tangled expression. After hesitating, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lord......"

"What?" Hu Dayuan's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was even more bland and tasteless, and he couldn't hear a trace of other emotions, but the Taoist priest was instantly frightened into a cold sweat, and almost knelt directly.

The Taoist priest swallowed his saliva, plucked up his courage and continued: "Lord, now we have got the junior cultivators of one sect, five temples and eight major sects, two mansions, three daos and four families to the ocean fleet, this is not the same as those consumables last time, in case it ......"

"Feng'er, how long have you been with me?" Hu Dayuan finally turned around, but under his eyes that were as calm as water, there was a cold wind like a winter wind.

The Taoist priest subconsciously puffed up his chest and replied immediately: "My subordinate is a member of the tenth phase of the Supernatural Supervision Division, and after the dissolution of the Supernatural Supervision Division, he has been lurking in the Quanzhen Dao of Zhongnan Mountain according to the instructions of the Lord, and it has been twenty-three years. ”

"It's been twenty-three years...... Hu Dayuan sighed and said, "Feng'er, back then, the Supernatural Supervision Department cultivated hundreds of cultivation geniuses in ten phases, do you know why the old man singled out you to lurk in the True Truth?"

The Taoist priest hesitated to speak, but finally shook his head: "My subordinates don't know." ”

Hu Dayuan suddenly laughed: "You are still so careful! Among the many disciples of the old man, I am afraid that you are still afraid of the identity of the old man's "demon"......

"The subordinates don't dare!" The Taoist priest was shocked, and immediately knelt down, sweating like rain for a while.

Hu Dayuan shook his head and said, "People, you still have to be in awe in order to live a long time." You're a smart guy. Those who were at the same time as you, or those who came before you, after decades of lurking, are almost dead. Only you are alive, but you have attained a high position in the Path of Truth......"

"The subordinates' loyalty to the Lord can be seen every day, and they definitely have no intention of changing the court!" The more the Taoist priest listened, the more wrong he became, and he hurriedly expressed his loyalty to Hu Dayuan.

The corners of Hu Dayuan's mouth hooked up a smile with incomprehensible meaning: "It doesn't matter if you really want to take the right path, change to an old man, and don't want to go all the way with a notorious "demon"! But whenever there is the slightest opportunity to bleach, you must also seize it! Do you think the same way? The heavenly power of the new seventh son of Quanzhen, Feng Lingzi!"

Daoist Feng Lingzi didn't dare to raise his head, and he didn't know how to answer, but the cold sweat dripped down his hair on the deck, looking particularly embarrassed.

After this mission is over, the old man will give you the "two hearts" and let you go free. But, you have to remember-" Hu Dayuan looked at Feng Lingzi's expression and suddenly became hideous.

"Everything in the world, what the old man gave you is yours, if the old man doesn't give it, you can't ask for it!"

Feng Lingzi grabbed the ground with his head, and even said "don't dare".

Hu Dayuan waved his hand: "Okay, put away your self-righteous little cleverness! The old man is tired, you go down." ”

Feng Lingzi breathed a long sigh of relief, didn't dare to get up, fell backwards on his knees, and crawled out like a dog.

Seeing this, Hu Dayuan didn't say anything, turned around and looked at the boundless East China Sea again, but there was a thick tiredness in his eyes......

......

Feng Lingzi fled away from the "Mirage", and before he could catch his breath, he found a large number of people blocking the boarding place, as if someone was making trouble.

He frowned, changed his groveling in front of Hu Dayuan just now, and slowly walked towards the place that caused the riot with a stunning momentum.

"What happened?"

As the Heavenly Power of the Seven Sons of the Big Dipper of the new generation of the Quanzhen Dao, Feng Lingzi's prestige among these famous disciples who were forcibly recruited is not small. In addition, his secret identity is an undercover agent of the Original Spiritual Supervision Department, and with Hu Dayuan as a backer behind him, it is easy to find a position similar to that of the chief manager in the newly established ocean-going fleet. The life of high and powerful people cultivated his majesty as a superior person, so as soon as he spoke, people immediately ran to him to show his goodwill.

"Han Ming?" Feng Lingzi repeated the name he had heard from the flatterer, a mocking smile on his lips.

He tried his best to escape, but he couldn't escape from the palm of that person's hand. And some people obviously have another better path, but they rack their brains to squeeze into that dead end!

Feng Lingzi waved his hand, sent the worshippers away, and slowly walked towards the center of the commotion.

"I'm the leader of the dragon group, why can't I get on the boat?"

"You newcomers, do you want to do the following?"

"I want to see the Lord! I want to see the Lord!"

......

The closer he got, the clearer Han Ming's voice became. Feng Lingzi shook his head, speechless at Han Ming's incorrigibility.

Born in the Han family of Confucianism, the heir of the soldiers of the hundred families of the princes, and the disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain, each identity is enough to give Han Ming a better future. But this thing is going to go the devil's way, which is really incomprehensible to him.

For this kind of person who doesn't know self-love, Feng Lingzi has always been too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly printed a trapped immortal spell and locked up Han Ming, who was making a lot of noise.

Han Ming originally thought that everyone here knew his identity and would not do it easily, but he didn't expect to meet a player who didn't play cards according to common sense. As soon as he didn't pay attention, he was beaten upright, lying straight on the ground and unable to move.

"Throw him into the Spiritual Hell! If anyone makes trouble, whoever it is, it will be dealt with like this, you know?"

Feng Lingzi shook his hand, as if he had cleaned up an insignificant insect, and turned to leave with a command to the elites of the various factions around him. Even though Han Ming, who had come back to his senses, kept cursing there, he didn't look back.

He's too busy to take care of these little things.

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