Chapter 480： 480 Awakening One

Chapter 480 Chapter 480 Awakening One

In Wanjun Hall.

"This matter is not up to me. I don't know about the twelve pavilion masters. You should know that although I am called the chief pavilion, the chief pavilion master is in charge of all arrangements. I was just sent by the sect. The man who is in charge of supervision." The man said calmly.

"Does the chief cabinet know where the others are?" Yue Dewen asked.

"Naturally, he is in the cabinet now. It's just that he has been busy with a very important matter recently, and he can't distract himself. I don't know what it is specifically." The man replied. "You want to see him?" he asked after a pause.

"Naturally." Yue Dewen narrowed his eyes.

"Yes." The man clapped his hands. "Ice Field."

"exist."

Outside the gate, a man wearing dark blue armor and a helmet in the shape of a wolf's head stepped in quickly and knelt down on one knee.

"Take Zhangjiao Yue to the Diyuan Hall. I thought the Great Pavilion Master should still be praying in front of the Dimu."

"Obey." The man in the helmet with the wolf head stood up and looked at Yue Dewen.

"Master Yue, please." His eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about Yue Dewen's title as the world's number one master.

"It's time to work." Yue Dewen replied with a smile, with his hands behind his back, passing by the Chief Pavilion Master.

"What happened before, I don't want it to happen again." A voice as thin as a mosquito gnat penetrated into the ears of the chief cabinet master. Only he heard it.

"It should be just a misunderstanding." The Zongge replied.

"I hope so." Yue Dewen followed Bing Yuan out of Wanjun Hall slowly, his back gradually submerged in the wind and snow.

and others disappeared completely, leaving only the Chief Pavilion Master standing in place.

He stood silently for a while, as if thinking about something.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that he walked forward step by step, and sat on a stone chair as wide as a giant, silently, like a real stone sculpture.

Rumbled.

The stone door in the lobby began to close slowly, at the moment when the cracks in the door were completely closed.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth under the helmet hooked slightly, showing a weird arc.

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Early April.

Outside Fushan City.

In the Palace of the Daoist Leader of the Mountain Province.

Zhang Rong's face was gloomy, and he stepped into the empty and deserted Kuandao Palace.

The Daoist Palace was silent, except for a white-haired old Daoist, sitting quietly cross-legged in front of the incense burner in the center of the Daoist Hall, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He has a childlike complexion with white hair and a ruddy complexion. At this moment, he feels someone approaching. He slowly opens his eyes, and there is a clear sense of seeing through the world in his eyes.

"It turns out that the Daozi came here personally, and I hope to forgive my sins if I am lost." The old Taoist breath was calm, and he spoke.

The surrounding wind blows the fallen leaves, scraping the ground to make a hissing sound, and the calm voice of the old Taoist, on the contrary, gives people a more peaceful feeling.

"Are you waiting for me here?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. In his perception, there was no movement of a second person near the Dao Palace.

There is only one breath of life in the person in front of him. To be exact, not even a mouse could feel it.

"Yes." The old Taoist smiled and nodded, "The poor Taoist spirit turtle is the only messenger left on the side of the general. It is reserved for the Taoist."

"What is the master's explanation?" Zhang Rongfang understood instantly.

"The head teacher expected that you would definitely come here, so he ordered me to wait here." Ling Gui replied, "As for the red scarf thugs, the head teacher clearly stated that he could not avoid them, but as long as Daozi stays in his stronghold, there will be no harm." more trouble."

"Master, why dare to be so sure?" Zhang Rongfang's heart trembled.

"A veteran doesn't know about this." Spirit Turtle shook his head. "The head teacher only ordered me to leave this sentence, please rest assured and live in seclusion. In addition, if you need money and food, you can go here to borrow it."

He took out a note from his pocket and handed it out tremblingly.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, took the note, and looked at it. It had an unfamiliar address written on it. It is in a barren mountain in the mountain province.

"They're all gone?" He put away the note, knowing in his heart that Master Yue should have expected the red scarf thugs a long time ago.

"Yes. They're all gone." Spirit Turtle nodded. "Daozi, now that he has found this place, he must understand what it means to be alone."

cannot support alone

yes.

Zhang Rongfang's heart sank slightly.

In these days, his strength alone is indeed extremely strong, even the grand master dared to go up and touch it, and the outcome is unknown.

But in many cases, no matter how strong a person is, there will always be a time when he is at a loss.

Just like now, he needs someone to prepare medicinal materials, food, meat, etc. for him. These materials are not shipped from one place alone. Instead, they are dispersed and gathered.

When something goes wrong in one place, he can go and solve it himself.

But when everything goes wrong, he's in a hurry. Even at this moment, it was too late for him to fight the fire, and he lost a lot of his men.

Master Yue seems to have arranged everything, but what he doesn't know is that what Zhang Rongfang needs is not only a little food, but also special refining materials for Bigu Pill.

There is no special bigu pill, he has to eat a lot of food every little time, and he has to defecate constantly.

In this way, I can't do anything, and I spend the whole day eating and excreting.

"Daozi seems to understand, and the same is true for the head teacher." Ling Gui sighed, "Back then, the head teacher was the same as Dao Zi, and suffered the same loss. After that, he learned from the pain and decided to control power and cultivate masters. He even put down his face Go get closer to the master uncle of Yuxu Palace."

As he was talking, he suddenly started coughing, his voice grew from small to loud, from dry cough to sputum.

"Did you worship God?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly taken aback.

He opened the attribute bar and looked at the other party.

‘Spiritual Tortoise—Life 4-49.’

When he saw the lower limit of life, he was also a little dazed.

This is the first time he has seen a person with such a low HP limit and such a high HP limit.

What is the concept of forty-nine! ?

Many literary skills have been overhauled, and the Nascent Soul stage is only close to thirty health points.

And forty-nine, it must be because the upper limit of the body's innate life is high, and then the realm of literary skills is extremely high, and the superposition of the two can reach such a realm.

This is almost second only to Taoist Qingxiao before.

Taoist Qingxiao also practices martial arts, and his life has reached the forties.

And the veteran spirit turtle in front of him has reached forty points in pure literary skills.

At least Zhang Rongfang's dark-light vision did not find traces of martial arts practice on his body.

"Are you dying?"

Zhang Rongfang suddenly made a sound.

"Ahem." The tortoise smiled, "You saw it. That's right. When you're old and live long enough, you should be gone."

He tried to stand up, but his legs seemed to have shriveled and there was no strength. I tried twice, but still couldn't get up.

So he smiled wryly.

"I'm laughing at you. It's really boring to get up in the morning and spend your whole life. When you get old, you can't do anything."

"Why don't you worship God?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a deep voice. "Your literary skills should be very high. Worshiping gods in the Nascent Soul Stage should prolong your life for a long time, right?"

"Why don't you worship the gods? Daoist teachings have too much literary skill. Daozi, you call it, the full man does not know the hungry man is hungry." Ling Gui shook his head lightly, "Worshiping the gods will only change qualitatively when you practice the gods. It can be considered ordinary. What level you can worship depends on your contribution to the sect."

He paused.

"Besides, the number of places to worship gods is also limited. A bad old man like me who can't do anything, even if he worships gods, what's the use? After age, the energy and blood decay, and everything is meaningless. Wengong It can only offset the decline of qi and blood brought about by old age, that's all."

"That's right." Speaking of which. Ling Gui continued: "The head teacher sent a message to me, and asked Pindao to tell Daozi that the person who pretended to be you has disappeared. From now on, Zhang Ying Daozi has been personally executed by the head teacher because of the previous incident. So far, the world has never been seen again." No picture. In the future, please pay attention when you remember your registration number."

"Okay" Zhang Rongfang responded, and at the same time, various situations encountered in the past few days kept flashing in his mind.

Riots are happening everywhere, supplies are in short supply, and resource trading chains are broken. The current materials are used a little less.

Unless he abandons everything, regardless of subordinates, sisters and brothers-in-law, he only cares about himself. I don't care about the decrease in the rate at which attribute points are obtained.

Otherwise, he has to consider how to deal with the current situation.

how to respond?

Looking at the old Taoist who was about to die in front of him.

A thought flashed in Zhang Rongfang's mind.

Bloodborn!

Isn't the spirit turtle Taoist in front of you a very suitable candidate among the blood descendants? He didn't get the place to worship God when he was dying. At the end of his life, he completed his own mission and waited quietly for death.

He must have resentment in his heart, right? Resentment, resentment, longing, these are things that naturally arise from human nature.

Thinking of this, Zhang Rong moved slightly and looked at the other party.

If he wants to create blood descendants, he can no longer change his whole body like he did to Ding Yu, which is the treatment of people who value him, and it is too troublesome.

For an outsider like the turtle in front of him, at most, he would give a little blood.

"Do you still want to live?"

Suddenly he asked aloud.

"?" After the turtle finished talking, it was ready to close its eyes and sit down peacefully.

But Zhang Rongfang did not expect Zhang Rongfang to say such a sentence.

"If I can not die, I am willing." Ling Gui laughed, "If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have worked hard for nearly a hundred years."

"If you can't worship God, you can't prolong your life. I'm afraid there is no sect willing to accept you for a person like you who is exhausted?" Zhang Rongfang continued to ask.

"You're right. Worshiping gods requires a strong body, and you're an old man now." Ling Gui smiled wryly and didn't continue.

"I have a way to allow you to continue to live, but you need to do things for me as a reward, are you willing?" Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.

".!? Could it be you." Hearing this, the tortoise opened its eyes slightly, and the first thing that came to mind was to worship God.

It's just that what makes Daozi so cautious is probably not worshiping Tianzun at all, but worshiping the gods of foreign teachers. Could it be that Daozi actually...! ?

"It's not what you think, it's not worshiping God." At this time, Zhang Rongfang gradually became clear and made up his mind.

In any case, he needs to ensure that his progress cannot be slow and the safety of those around him cannot be weak.

so.

"If Daozi can really do it, the old Daoist is willing!" Taoist Linggui thought for a while and replied quickly.

He didn't want to die, really didn't. If it wasn't impossible, who would want to go to death without accomplishing anything?

"Well!"

Zhang Rong looked fixed, stepped forward, approached, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

A drop of blood was forced out by him, seeping in from the small wound between the opponent's eyebrows.

As soon as the drop of blood entered, it quickly assimilated all the surrounding blood.

(end of this chapter)