In the Heavens

The weather gradually dimmed, and the battle, which lasted for a day, also came to an end.

Under the shining of the setting sun, the blood-red earth, coupled with the broken arms and stumps all over the mountains and plains, seemed to bring people into the hell of the pool of blood.

As the victors of the war, there are less than 300 members of the Demon Sect in Central Sichuan. Even among the famous Thirteen Demons in Shuzhong, there are only seven left now.

Looking at the few remaining brothers, and then at the remaining disciples in the sect, the Nether Craftsman who was still half-lived, couldn't help but shed tears.

Once the bloody feud was avenged, it was just that the price he paid was too heavy. The main force of the Nine Factions Alliance has been wiped out, but the enemy's remaining strength is still not small.

According to the current situation, it is estimated that the remnants of the enemy have been cleaned up, and there are not many people left in the Demon Sect in Central Sichuan.

But no one said to give up. The Demon Cult in Central Sichuan was born for hatred, and it is no big deal to die for hatred now.

None of the thirteen demons in the middle of Sichuan were ambitious masters. Although the scene before them made them cry, but for the congregation who had suffered a bloody feud, dying on the road to revenge might not be a relief.

The only ones who felt uncomfortable were probably the three military divisions. According to their prior arrangements, as long as they leave a way for the enemy to escape, the Sichuan Demon Cult will not suffer such heavy losses at all.

It's a pity that the thirteen demons, who have been dazed by hatred, can only think of "revenge" on the enemy, and they don't want to leave a chance for the enemy at all.

Cut off the back road, the Nine Factions Alliance can only fight to the end. Although they are not as desperate as the Demon Sect in Central Sichuan, they will drag people to be buried with them if they are in a hurry.

The end of both sides suffered a loss, so that the plan of the three of them to rely on the power of the Demon Sect in Sichuan to stir up the world's situation went bankrupt.

Without the stimulation of hatred, without ambition, such a Demon Cult in Central Shu would be at best in a corner, unable to bear the heavy responsibility of changing the dynasty at all.

For the three people who wanted to make trouble, this kind of Shuzhong Demon Sect is a waste. However, no matter how useless the Demon Sect in Central Shu was, it provided them with shelter.

Because of the previous grievances, they formed a bloody feud with the Nine Factions Alliance, and now they are not only facing the pursuit of the court, but also the pursuit of the famous decent families.

"Grand Master, now is not the time to be sad. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, we should collect the bones of the brothers as soon as possible, and then destroy the lairs of the remaining factions.

The alliance of nine factions is deeply entrenched, and we must not give them a chance to recover, lest all previous efforts be wasted. "

Glancing at his military adviser, Nether Craftsman nodded: "Well, we will do as the military adviser wants!"

From a simple sentence, it can be known that the Nether Craftsman has no fighting spirit now. Compared with the famous leader of the Demon Cult, he is now more like an old man in his dying years.

...

Huashan Bamboo Forest Courtyard, with the return of the Huashan Seven Sons, has become lively again.

Today is different from the past. With the passage of time, the new generation of Huashan School has grown up, and the important task of sitting in Fujian has been taken over by the younger generation.

As a representative figure of the older generation, the oldest of the Huashan Seven Sons is about to cross the 90th barrier, and the youngest is also approaching the 80th birthday, long past the age to venture into the rivers and lakes.

After reading the letter in his hand and looking at the group of uninvited guests from Emei, Zhou Qingyun's brows became more and more ugly.

When people get old, it is easy to miss the old days. After so many years of ups and downs, the contemporaries of the rivers and lakes have long since died.

It was a sad thing to receive the sad news of an old friend's passing away suddenly, but Zhou Qingyun felt even more sad when he saw the crooked successors of his old friend.

With Zhou Qingyun's current status, it was easy to help them rebuild Emei, but after rebuilding Emei, would the group in front of them be able to hold on?

Jianghu is a world where the weak prey on the strong, and the essence of all problems is to use "strength" to speak in the end.

Relying on the help of outsiders can help you for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Judging from the perspective of Zhou Qingyun who has lived most of his life, none of the Emei disciples in front of him can be a leader.

If it's just purely weak cultivation, you can still improve slowly; but if you don't have enough brains and lack of responsibility, then there is no way.

"I understand what your master means. For the sake of old friends, I will support you in rebuilding the Emei School at the right time.

It's just that the Emei Sect is also a well-known sect in the Jianghu. With your little martial arts, it is purely discrediting the face of the Emei Patriarch.

Now you guys stay in Huashan first, and work hard to improve your cultivation. Strive to raise the cultivation base to the first-class state as soon as possible, and the six first-class players are barely qualified to hang the plaque of Emei. "

He looked down on him in his heart, and Zhou Qingyun didn't show mercy in his mouth. Anyway, with his current status in the arena, no one can say that it is wrong to reprimand the younger generation.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Linghu Chong replied with a happy face: "Senior, I am very grateful for your great kindness!"

Although he was unreliable in doing things, Linghu Chong's mind was not stupid. Zhou Qingyun's words with a gun and a stick were clearly urging them to practice hard.

If they didn't really care about it, most people wouldn't say such unpleasant things at all. The decline of the Emei faction is its decline, and it has nothing to do with Zhou Qingyun.

Even if they have the favor of their ancestors, at most, they will support them to restore Emei, even if the matter is over.

With Zhou Qingyun's current status, as long as he opened his mouth, his comrades in the rivers and lakes would give them some face and leave them a few hills in Emei.

Even if the Emei Sect failed to develop later, people in the Jianghu would only say that the Emei Sect had no successors, and would not say that Zhou Qingyun's help was not enough.

...

A good mood is always difficult to last. As soon as Maoshi arrived, before the sky was bright, the copper bell on the mountain began to hum.

"Several nephews of the Emei Sect, it's time for morning class!"

Hearing the voice outside the door, Linghu Chong hastily responded: "Okay, we'll be right there."

In the first morning class, the few people didn't want to expose their lazy side and embarrass the Emei faction.

Hastily put on his clothes and opened the door, looking at the dark sky, Linghu Chong once thought that the other party was joking.

But looking at the Huashan disciples who kept flying past, it proved that this was not a joke, but that the morning class had really started.

After taking a look at the people, Xu Buwei said indifferently: "Several nephews come with me. Master has ordered that a martial arts training ground has been designated for you on the side of Yuntai Peak.

The flow of people there is less, no one will come to disturb you, and you don't need to worry about being peeped during the martial arts practice. "

...

Following Xu Buwei's footsteps, several people performed lightness kung fu and drove for more than 30 miles before arriving at the foot of Yuntai Peak in the north.

Instead of going to the main peak, we stopped at an unknown hill some distance from the main peak.

When they arrived at the place, several Emei disciples were already out of breath. Even Linghu Chong, who had the highest martial arts, was secretly complaining.

But there is no way, the most important point of view in martial arts. The nearby hilltops are all occupied by Huashan disciples, and they can only run a little farther if they want to practice.

After glancing at a few people, Xu Buwei said slowly: "There are also a few houses where sundries are piled up here, if the nephews don't dislike them, they can move here to avoid the pain of running around all day long.

Only in this way, life will be a little inconvenient. It is too far from the cafeteria, you need to cook by yourself. "

Hearing that he only ran around once, Linghu Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They would really go crazy if they were so busy with three meals a day.

He bowed to Xu Buwei and said, "Thank you, Uncle! We are all martial arts practitioners, a little bit of suffering is nothing, disciples and others will stay here."

After glancing at a few people, Xu Buwei nodded and said, "Well, if you need anything from now on, you can come to me, or you can go to Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Zhou...

Master has ordered, we will help you solve any troubles, but don't bother the head. "

Linghu Chong said gratefully: "Thank you, Master Xu, for your guidance!"

Even if they didn't remind them, they didn't dare to harass Li Mu. The name of the Xiantian Grandmaster is too big, so big that ordinary people in the world dare not touch it.

After Xu Buwei left, the expressions of the few people relaxed. The younger junior sister with the liveliest personality was the first to complain:

"Brother, the rules of the Huashan School are really strong. They have to wake up so early in the morning for morning classes, and they don't let people sleep well!"

Linghu Chong was taken aback for a moment, deep in his heart he had already fallen into memories, the rules of the Emei Sect were equally strict in the past.

When he first started, the Emei disciples also started their morning classes at this time. It's just that after an attack, the Emei faction began to turn from prosperity to decline.

More and more elders of the school and brothers of the same school fell down in the disputes between the rivers and lakes. In the later stage, Venerable Jin Guang was left alone to support him, and he couldn't keep busy at all.

Linghu Chong, who was supposed to lead everyone in the morning class, is a famous skipper himself. With the passage of time, the morning class of the Emei School has gradually become a memory.

Glancing at the girl, Linghu Chong said angrily: "Junior Sister, don't complain. You think it's easy to be the best sect in the world, but if the rules are not strict, how can the Huashan sect be able to produce talents in large numbers?

Master entrusted us with the heavy task of rebuilding Emei, and we will also work hard together in the future to strive to break through to the first-class level as soon as possible. "

...

What you say is what you say, what you do is what you do. How can Linghu Chong calm down without restraint?

Especially there is no wine on this Mount Hua!

Ever since the top Huashan faction fell in love with cultivating Taoism, Huashan disciples ushered in the strictest alcohol prohibition. No big Huashan pie can't find a drop of wine.

How can the young hero Linghu, who claims to be a wine fairy, endure this?

After less than three days, Linghu Chong, who could not bear the ravages of alcohol addiction, went down Huashan. He was about to enter the restaurant to satisfy his hunger, but his shriveled pockets restrained his progress.

Linghu Chong still couldn't do it even if the famous disciples ate Bawang wine. Especially since he is still a guest now, if a dispute arises and Huashan disciples see him, he will be ashamed to face others.

Watching the guests coming and going drinking heavily, Linghu Chong licked his tongue and was about to turn around and leave when he heard a voice behind him: "Since my friend is here, why don't you come in and have a drink?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, a man in his fifties or sixties was drinking heavily with a bowl.

Poor vanity forced Linghu Chong to calm down. He cupped his hands at the man and said, "Thank you for your friend's kindness. Linghu Chong has something important to do, so it's really inconvenient for me to stay."

However, such a blunt refusal, how could it be hidden from the eyes of the old Jianghu. The bearded man pointed at the wine jar, laughed loudly and said, "So you are Linghu Chong, what a pity, what a pity!"

It seems to be regretful, but it is actually exciting. The old Jianghu could see the trick at a glance, but Linghu Chong, who was a wine worm, didn't think so much at all.

Immediately responded: "What's the pity? I, Linghu Chong, have acted rightly and well, and I have no regrets in my heart!"

The bearded man laughed even harder, and after a while he said, "What a shameless man, just take this sentence as a joke!"

After finishing speaking, he directly filled a bowl for himself and drank it all in one gulp. Immediately afterwards, another bowl was added, with a slight movement of the thumb and forefinger, the bowl full of wine flew towards Linghu Chong in a steady manner.

At this moment, Linghu Chong, who was a wine worm, had completely forgotten the unhappiness before, and took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, without mentioning the matter of leaving, he immediately walked to the opposite side of the bearded man, sat down on his buttocks, and cupped his hands at the other party:

"Thank you brother for the wine, Linghu Chong thanked you here!"

As if Linghu Chong was determined, the bearded man didn't talk nonsense, he directly filled two bowls of wine, and said carelessly: "Come on, have another bowl of wine!"

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