In addition, Ling Chuxi also has the biggest killer mace, that is, the God of eating heaven and hell hidden in the book of the beast God contract. This guy is supposed to have had a good rest. Let alone how strong his fighting power is, as long as he appears, he can frighten several people.

After the discussion, all the people under the leadership of the old Qing Dynasty went to qingfengzong with the fastest speed.

The clear stream meanders along the foot of the mountain. Between the red maple trees, an ancient ancestral gate can be seen. The words "qingfengzong" are elegant and elegant, and the ancient implication is long.

At this time, this ancient clan with thousands of years of history, no longer has the vitality of the past, and breathes a depressing and heavy breath.

Looking at the familiar but strange scenery, Jiang Wuji's heart waves rise and fall. He thought that the generation would not come back, but he didn't expect that he would come back in a few years, and still at this time.

"You You are, you are the second young master. " A disciple in charge of the guard saw Jiang Wuji, as if he could not believe his eyes. After staring at him for a long time, he said excitedly.

"I have no trace of the wind." Jiang Wuji said with a smile.

Hearing that Jiang Wuji finally publicly admitted that he was a descendant of the wind family, Qing Lao, who was close behind him, was pleased to smile, and the last trace of uneasiness in his heart disappeared.

"Second young master, it's really you. It's really you who have come back." The disciple was overjoyed to say, and then he saw Qing Lao. He said repeatedly, "old Qing, you are back. It's wonderful. I'll report to the Lord."

"No, don't disturb the Lord. We can go in by ourselves." Qing Lao said.

"The Lord is in the hall, discussing with you, uncles and ancestors." Said the disciple.

"Oh? His injury is so serious, what else should we discuss? Forget it, you can stay here and we can go by ourselves. " The old man frowned and led the people to go inside.

At this time, the hall of zongmen was solemn. An old man, who was old and gaunt, sat at the top of the hall and coughed gently from time to time. This man was the leader of Qingfeng sect, that is, Jiang wutrace's grandfather. The wind was far clear.

"Has everything been arranged?" Feng Yuanqing coughed twice and asked.

"My Lord, all the disciples who are willing to leave have already arranged for them to leave on their own. However, with the exception of a few other disciples, most of them are unwilling to leave and pledge to live with the clan." A housekeeper like middle-aged man replied.

"That's good. You can clean up and leave as soon as possible." Feng Yuan counted his head and said to the housekeeper. The housekeeper's surname is ma. He is also a descendant of qingfengzong, but he has no talent for martial arts training. Feng Yuanqing sees that he is loyal, so he gives him a job as a housekeeper. Now the qingfengzong is hard to protect himself. Since he is a descendant of the family and has worked hard for many years, Feng Yuanqing does not want him to die with him.

"Lord, although I'm mediocre, I'm not a martial artist, but I'm not ungrateful villain. If you hadn't taken me in these years, I would have no place in this holy land. If I left, would I still be a man?" The old housekeeper looked at the wind and said in a hoarse voice. Although there was some sadness in his eyes, his tone was extremely firm and determined.

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