Chapter 347: The undercurrent is surging

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In a secluded mansion in Heyang City, the Ghost King and the Green Dragon slowly walked in, and along the way, someone respectfully introduced them in front of them, and walked straight in.

This house is naturally the stronghold of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in Heyang City, that is, today, the master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the oldest poison god among the four major sect masters of the Demon Sect, came here.

A hundred years ago, the Demon Sect and the Righteous Path fought in Qingyun Mountain, and the direct killing was dark, but in the end, the Demon Sect was still defeated. After that, the vitality of the Demon Sect was greatly damaged, and among the four major sects, three of them changed their masters, among which the Ghost King was at that time to take over the position of the previous Ghost King Sect Master.

But among the various factions, only the old monster Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect still survived, but over the years, it has also reversed the arrogant style of the year, even in the Demon Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect has unexpectedly kept a low profile, and ordinary disciples can't wait to see this old monster.

Along the way, walking through the courtyard and entering the inner hall, there was silence all around, and there was no figure in sight, and the place where this high-ranking and powerful person lived was unexpectedly deserted.

Soon, the two of them saw eight men in yellow-brown clothes standing at the door of a seemingly ordinary bungalow in front of them, and the person leading the way also led them towards the house. It seems that the god of poison should be in this house.

Walking closer, the eight men bent down and saluted the Ghost King together, obviously the Ghost King, as the sect leader of one of the four major factions of the Demon Sect, had an extremely high status in the Demon Sect. However, the ghost king was not arrogant, nodded slightly to everyone, smiled casually, and walked in with Qinglong.

In this room, there are open windows on the east and west sides, and the light shines in, and the room is very bright, and there is no feeling that the people in this world have been staying in the dark in the legend of the Demon Sect.

As for the furnishings, it is even simpler. In the middle of the huge room, there was only a table and a few chairs, and there was also a chaise longue next to the table, on which an old man with white hair was lying with his eyes closed, and next to him sat a young man with a white face and early twenties, fiddling with the tea set on the table, and the aroma of tea wafted from time to time.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a peaceful picture of grandparents resting, where there is a trace of evil spirit!

The ghost king smiled slightly, walked over, the old man heard the footsteps, opened his eyes, glanced at the ghost king, and a smile appeared on his face, and smiled: "You are here?"

The ghost king smiled: "Senior, I haven't seen you for a long time since the temple was goodbye, but your health is good?"

This old man is naturally the poisonous god who is notorious in the world, and at the moment, he seemed to have a wry smile on his face, and said, "It's old, it's useless." ”

Saying that, he seemed reluctant to bring up this topic again, and said separately: "Brother Ghost King, now you are already the head of a sect of the Ghost King Sect, and you have the same identity as me, if you don't dislike it, just call me brother, don't call me any more old-timers, I can't afford it." ”

The ghost king smiled, his expression was relaxed, he sat down on the other side of this table, and said to the poisonous god: "Senior, what you said is not right, who doesn't know that you are highly respected, this time the big event, we are still counting on you to preside over the overall situation!"

The look on the poison god's face seemed to be stunned, and he immediately shook his head and said, "No, no." ”

The ghost king was about to say something, and the young man at the opposite table had already brewed two cups of tea, and then brought them over, and said lightly: "Sect Master, Qinglong Holy Envoy, please use tea." ”

The Ghost King and Qinglong stretched out their hands to take it, and the Ghost King glanced at him a few more times, only to see that this young man had beautiful eyebrows, but his face was a little pale, but he was able to accompany the Poison God here, and naturally had a lot to do with the Poison God.

The Ghost King immediately turned his head to the Poison God and said, "This is..."

The poison god smiled: "He is a closed disciple I accepted ten years ago, his name is Qin Wuyan, I saw that he had good qualifications, so I accepted him." Wu Yan, I haven't seen these two seniors yet, they are well-known figures in our Holy Sect, if you can be taken care of by them in the future, it is better than you going to practice penance for a hundred years. ”

Qin Wuyan bowed his head slightly, the expression on his face could not be said to be proud or shy, even his voice did not change, it was still steady and relaxed, and said softly: "I have seen the sect master and the holy envoy, I didn't know the etiquette just now, please don't blame the two of you." ”

The ghost king smiled and shook his hand, and Qinglong also smiled: "This little brother can enter the seat of the old man of the poison god, and his future is immeasurable, the future is immeasurable!"

The poison god smiled and said to the two of them: "Children are not sensible, don't be surprised. ”

The Ghost King shook his hand and smiled, "Where did it go?" After a pause, he said, "But old-timer, I came here today because I really sincerely want to ask you to preside over the overall situation." Our four major factions joined forces to wash away the shame of the defeat of Qingyun and the humiliation of the temple that year. ”

The poison god was silent for a moment, his face seemed to be a little desolate, and he said for a long time: "Brother, I am already half-crippled, and I am really useless. This time, our four major factions secretly discussed besieging Qingyun, and I naturally can't be left behind, otherwise I'm sorry for the Holy Mother of Youming and the two saints of the Heavenly Demon King, and I can't live with the Patriarch of the Holy Sect. It's just that you're in charge of the overall situation! I think except for your brother, no one else can sit at all!"

The Ghost King frowned, shook his head and said, "Senior, you are too awarded, I am the least senior among the four major masters, how can I take on it?

The poison god pondered for a moment and said, "That's fine, they should be here in a few days, we will meet again then, this holy sect has been a great shame for a hundred years, this time we must ask Qingyunmen to return it." ”

The ghost king smiled, sat here for a while, chatted a few words, and said goodbye to Qinglong. The poison god did not force him to stay, and ordered people to send off guests.

Leaving the Poison God's mansion, the Ghost King and Qinglong blended into the crowd in Heyang City.

After watching the ghost king and the green dragon disappear, the poison god, who had always been peaceful and even a little kind, gradually became gloomy, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

As for the young man next to him, his temperament seemed to be even more eccentric, and the poison god did not speak to him, but he was also contented, and patiently brewed tea on the table, without any impatience at all.

I don't know how long the two have been talking, and I don't know what the two have been talking about.

After a long time, the poison god turned his head and slowly stared into the distance. In the distance, the towering Qingyun Mountain outside Heyang City is straight into the sky, almost mighty, surrounded by white clouds, and the fairy spirit is fluttering.

"It's been a hundred years, and in a blink of an eye, it's been another hundred years!" the old man muttered to himself in a low voice. (To be continued.) )