Chapter 71： Zhao Wuxie

Chang Younian turned into a frightened bird and landed in the night on a spiritual mountain at the southernmost point of Jiaozuo Sect. He came to a cliff with anger, and sacrificed a long ruler. Three fingers wide, four feet three inches long.

This Zixiao ruler is a talisman that has been kept for more than 200 years. There is a faint sound of thunder "cracking" on the body of the ruler, and a purple thunder fire is emitted, rushing towards the cliff. After a few abnormal noises, it is placed beside the cave. The array flags hidden above emerged one by one, and then burst and burned one after another, emitting a burnt smell.

Chang Younian was furious and entered the cave. The cave was dug under the cliff, and the place opened up was only a dozen or so houses of different sizes. He unfolded his spiritual sense, and then walked towards a quiet room. There was still a faint layer of blue aura attached to the door, which only served as a warning, and it did not stop Changyou for half a step.

On the red brick floor in the quiet room, a gray-haired monk sat cross-legged on the futon. His eyes slightly opened, and he glanced at Chang Younian, as if he didn't pay attention to him. He closed his eyes again, with the same expression. He is solemn and solemn, holding a divine wood tripod, and the faint green aura emanating from it surrounds the monk, as if he is in the mist of clear water.

Seeing this cultivator cultivating, Chang Younian appeared abnormally in front of this cultivator who was only in the late stage of foundation establishment, suppressed his anger, and waited.

If Zhang Shiping was here, he might be able to remember that this grey-haired monk was exactly the late-stage base-building monk Brother Zhao who presided over the auction in Bairuifang City that time.

After a cup of tea time, the faint green energy from the Shenmu cauldron ceased. This Senior Brother Zhao just opened his eyes and looked at the head of the sect in front of him. He took out a futon from the storage bag and floated it at Chang Younian's feet, "Please sit down, head Chang, why are you angry and destroying me?" Cave magic circle?"

The two seemed to be very familiar with each other, but senior brother Zhao's tone revealed an obvious alienation, even saying that sentence was just out of politeness.

"Wuxie, is it so difficult for you to call out father?" Chang Younian, who was originally full of anger, saw his son, waited for a while, and finally turned into a helpless question.

"My surname is Zhao, not Chang." Senior brother Zhao stood up and poured a cup of tea to head Chang. "What can I bother you to come to my broken cave?"

It was a matter of his son's life and death, and he often didn't argue about his surname for many years, so he didn't procrastinate, and asked immediately.

"Didn't you tell me two years ago that you have separated from the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, why are you still in touch with the remnants of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" Chang Younian looked solemn, his brows furrowed.

Today he received a message from the master of the dark hall of the sect, otherwise he would still be buried in the drum, and the patriarch of the sect already knew about it. , the ancestors cited but did not send it.

What Zhao Wuxie practiced was "Jiuyou Guishui Jing". In order to refine Bi Luo Dan, which is recorded in the scriptures to assist in cultivation, the only medicinal material that Bi Luo Dan needs is pure spiritual soul power, and what's wrong with everything in the world? A living soul is comparable to the primate of all things.

The Ten Thousand Blood Sect is a sect that secretly collects the souls and blood of mortals and monks. If Zhao Wuxie wants to buy a large number of living souls, he has to join the Ten Thousand Blood Sect. , planting restraint methods such as Gu poison, so he thought for a while, and joined in like most monks who need soul essence and blood.

Therefore, Zhao Wuxie once stayed in the Ten Thousand Blood Sect for a period of time, each taking what he needed, but later found out that the Ten Thousand Blood Sect was an outlying sect established by the remnants of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, so he never used this identity again. He also knew that the sect wanted to pass the Ten Thousand Blood Sect to see if they could follow the vines and find out the hidden members of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

"I haven't had any contact with the Ten Thousand Blood Sect in the past two years." Regarding his father's question, Zhao Wuxie said with certainty. It's not that I don't know that the ancestor of the Zongmen is very concerned about everything about Wanjianmen, how can I not know what is good or bad.

"Regardless of whether you still have it or not, the sect will wipe out the Ten Thousand Blood Sect in six days, and you must participate then, so as not to offend others." Chang Younian stared at Zhao Wuxie, and said solemnly: "You But don't let me down."

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Three days later, Zhang Shiping drove the flying magic weapon to Wuxin Lake. It was a blessing or a disaster, and the disaster could not be avoided. The sect already knew about his origin in Baiyuan Mountain, and it was recorded in the records. Even if Zhang Shiping wanted to leave, he still had to worry about his family.

At noon, there is a pavilion on the raised reef island on the side of Wuxin Lake. The white stone is the base and the pagoda is the top cover. Just a few steps away from the stone railing is the sparkling lake water.

Zhang Shiping was sitting in the pavilion, and Xu Youdan was opposite him. He had been looking at Zhang Shiping for a long time without saying a word, Zhang Shiping's scalp was numb.

Finally, Zhang Shiping couldn't take it anymore, and said to Xu Youdan with a wry smile: "Uncle Xu, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. As long as I can do it, I won't frown even if I go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, but my strength is limited. If you don't catch me, I hope my uncle will forgive me."

Anyone can say beautiful words, but Zhang Shiping dare not pat his chest in front of Jindan cultivator.

A few days ago, Zhang Shiping was still worried about what this Uncle Xu had planned for him, but after thinking about it, Zhang Shiping changed his mind. When he left the cave in Kunshan, he had already grinned Open, put on a smiling face, Jindan cultivator wants to have any bad intentions for him, it still needs to be so complicated.

I can't stay in the sect all the time, there are always times when I go out, how can a golden core monk not seize the opportunity?

Thinking about it like this felt like breaking a pot, but Zhang Shiping let go a lot in his heart, since he couldn't hide, he could only look at the other party.

"I don't know whether it's right or wrong for me to do this," Xu Youdan sighed, looked at Zhang Shiping, and said quietly, "Forget it, it's up to you to decide."

Zhang Shiping was baffled and didn't know what Uncle Xu was talking about. He couldn't understand a word. Xu Youdan tapped his index finger on the stone table, and the frequency became slower and slower. He stopped and took out a ring from the storage bag. Here comes the card and put it in front of Zhang Shiping.

The token seems to have been around for a certain period of time. Zhang Shiping saw a Lingshan engraved on one side of the token. Looking at the Lingshan, it was clearly the White Ape Mountain of his Zhang family. He turned it over and there was a word 'Xu' written on the back.

At this moment, Zhang Shiping was suspicious.

"I know that you must have a lot of doubts in your heart when I call you this time, but let me tell you, the ancestors of your Zhang family are my masters, so you don't need to worry too much." Xu Youdan slowly said to Zhang Shiping, these words He actually didn't want to say it, because he had some things to do himself, and he was worried that it would affect the Zhang family.

However, the Zhang family managed to produce Zhang Shiping, who had great potential and built his foundation in his twenties. After thinking about it for a while, Xu Youdan felt that he should take care of him, and returned his master, who was the ancestor of the Zhang family, Zhang Shilong. Kindness.

Enmity and hatred will continue along the incense.

When Zhang Shiping heard the words of Xu Shishu from the Zongmen, he was quite surprised. He had an expression of disbelief on his face. His status in the family was not low, but he had never heard that his family could still get along with him. Brother Jindan got involved.

For what Xu Youdan said, Zhang Shiping still only believes two or three percent, and the remaining seventy to eighty percent is vigilance.