In the darkness, Ke Wang slowly opened his eyes and looked around, there was no one around, and it seemed very quiet and empty. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Zhang Lingxue, Shui Yue, where are you?" Ke Wang shouted at the top of his throat.

But no one responded, and there was silence around as if there were no living creatures at all. Moreover, this is obviously not the deep and bleak Kunlun prison. It was dark, and there was no light, but you could feel your own presence.

"Don't look at it, it's your space of consciousness. A voice sounded suddenly, startling Ke Wang.

"Who? Who is pretending to be a ghost, come out for me!" Ke Wang took two steps back, holding the seal in both hands, nervously guarded.

"Okay, okay, I'm out. A faint translucent white shadow slowly appeared in front of Ke Wang, as if it was about to dissipate at any moment. Ke Wang looked at it fixedly, it was a ghost, there was no doubt about it, I don't know how long it had existed, the spiritual power was about to be consumed, and there would not even be a chance to become an unconscious soul, and it was about to be scattered.

And now that he appeared in Ke Wang's consciousness space, could it be that he had come to take away the house? Ke Wang's face was guarded, but he still refused to let down his vigilance.

The ghost looked impatient, and when he saw Ke Wang's guarded appearance, he said mockingly: "Is the little doll so vigilant now? I have become like this, what strength can I have to take it away! Hey, little doll, what kind of sect are you, how can you release me?"

"Before asking others about the details, you must first report your own home, don't you know?" Ke Wang was angry by the ghost's few words, looking at his appearance, he was only in his thirties, not much older than him, relying on the old and selling the old is not enough qualifications! He moved his fingers lightly to expel this ghost that dared to invade his mind.

"Yo! I'm angry? Hehe! I've been dead for more than 30 years, and I'm over 60 years old, so it's not too much to call you a little doll!" The ghost still wanted to tease Ke Wang, and when he saw that Ke Wang was about to recite a mantra, he reluctantly surrendered: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you, I can't help joking at all! Didn't you ask who I am? I am the president of the Cultivator Association, and I am the scattered cultivator Song Rentou! It is also helpless to appear in your consciousness, please understand and help me!"

"Song Rentou, I haven't heard of it! The current president is Cheng Xun, the head of Kunlun! You dare to pretend to be a lonely ghost, you really laugh off your big teeth!" Ke Wang sneered, but when he heard the ghost in front of him claiming to be the president of the Cultivator Association, he became a little interested, and the exorcism spell he originally wanted to use stopped.

"Cheng Xun? That bastard! He also became the head of Kunlun! In this way, Brother Zhu was still harmed by him! God has no eyes!" Who knew that when Song Rentou heard Cheng Xun's name, he was furious and scolded at the sky.

Ke Wang pursed his lips, yes! Another victim who was cheated by that perverted old man! And it seems that he has been cheated until he dies, and he has also harmed his friends! For the sake of being a victim, I don't care about him relying on the old and selling the old!

After Song Rentou scolded for a while, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked Ke Wangdao: "How is that bastard now? Why did you just appear in the Kunlun Forbidden Land?"

"What Kunlun Forbidden Land? Isn't it a prison? It's dark and cold, and there are dead people's bones...... Oh! I remember, you can't be the Yuanying senior who died in prison, right?" Ke Wang suddenly realized, pointing at Song Rentou and asked.

Song Rentou said gloomily: "This was originally the Kunlun Forbidden Land, and the heads of all generations studied spells here. I didn't expect that bastard to be the head of Kunlun after he actually used this place as a prison, it's really ......"

"Wait!" Ke Wang couldn't help but interrupt: "This is the forbidden land of Kunlun, and it is the place where the heads of Kunlun have studied spells in the past dynasties, how can you know that you are a casual cultivator?"

Song Rentou said with a smile: "The head of Kunlun, Zhu You, is my friend, we often study spells together, and he is not shy about me, we often study together here...... Alas, Brother Zhu, I'm sorry for you!" As he spoke, he began to cry bitterly again.

Ke Wang felt that his head was as big as a fight, this old ghost hadn't chatted for more than 30 years, and now he was very emotional, the ups and downs were too great, and he didn't pick a place, and he didn't care if people could stand it or not, so he cried like this. Ke Wang is not asking questions now, nor is he comforting, and he is in a dilemma.

Fortunately, Song Rentou's mood changed quickly, and after a while, his kung fu returned to normal, and then said: "There are too many things, I don't know where to start?

Ke Wang preemptively said: "Long story short!"

Song Rentou was choked for a moment, and said to himself: "Then I'll start from the beginning." ”

Ke Wang looked confused, then why are you still asking my opinion!

Song Rentou told the previous story with a sigh on his face: "Things have to start from the time of the catastrophe of the ten years. At that time, many Xiuzhen sects were cleaned up and rectified by the state, and some people could not withstand the pressure and defected to the government and became minions of the government. There were also some people who did not want to lose their freedom and dignity, and after the sect was destroyed, they hid in the mountains that were rarely visited, and I was one of the people who hid in the mountains at that time. Those days were really bitter! Heaven and earth were changing, and without aura, they couldn't cultivate. Hiding in the mountains, there was no food, and if I wanted to go out, there were big soldiers with guns outside the mountains. Many cultivators starved to death in the mountains like this......"

"What about the Cultivator Association?" Ke Wang looked at him gushing, and after dragging it out, he estimated that he could tell this history for more than a dozen hours without repeating it. He didn't deliberately accompany this old ghost to reminisce about the bittersweet feelings!

Song Rentou glanced at Ke Wang dissatisfied, but after decades, he finally waited for someone, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

He is about to be scattered, but there are still a few things that he can't rest assured, and he would rather be scattered than reincarnated, just want to wait for someone to take care of the future.

"The Cultivators' Association is an organization that I came up with to help each other, and everyone can help anyone who is in trouble. At first, it was only in terms of food and clothing, and then it slowly extended to elixir. At that time, due to the changes in heaven and earth, the aura could not be cultivated at all, and the elixir collected by everyone could not meet the needs of cultivation. Later, I thought of a way, each person went to collect medicine, and the refining of the spirit pill met the needs of one person's cultivation, and the cultivation was rotated every day, and the excess was used as a reward for many people who collected the elixir. In this way, everyone will be able to cultivate. Song Rentou explained.

The purpose of every dirty organization is so beautiful and simple at the beginning, and in the process of development, it gradually deviates from the original goal, and goes further and further. This is an accident of history, but it is also a historical necessity.

Looking at the emotionally unstable old ghost in front of him, Ke Wang really couldn't bear to tell him the truth about the current Cultivator Association, so he could only give him a long sigh of sympathy.