Chapter 1

See Qingyun again.

When Zhang Xiaofan saw Qingyun Mountain again, it had been several months since he went down the mountain with Lu Xueqi, Qi Hao and Zeng Shushu.

The mountain, which is still towering and straight into the clouds, is still immortal, solemn and sacred, but Zhang Xiaofan's situation has completely changed.

After Tian Buyi discussed with Cang Song Taoist and Xiao Yicai, Zhang Xiaofan was temporarily taken back to Dazhu Peak by Tian Buyi. Only then the Cang Song Taoist and Xiao Yi went back to the head Taoist Xuan Zhenren in detail before making a decision.

And because Zhang Xiaofan lost the fire stick, he couldn't control the air on the way, so he had always been led back by his elder brother Song Dayen.

Dazhufeng towered into the clouds, and there were cliffs on all sides. Zhang Xiaofan, who had lost his burning stick, seemed to be under house arrest at this moment.

bursts of light flashed, and everyone in Dazhufeng finally returned to Dazhufeng, which had been separated for a long time.

Zhang Xiaofan came down from the ten tiger fairy sword of the stable big brother with a blank face and stood aside in silence. Tian Buyi didn't even look at him. His face was so ugly that he walked directly back to the "Shoujing Hall".

Wu Dayi and others who came up to meet, who stayed on Dazhu Peak, were stunned for a moment and turned their confused eyes to Su Ru and Song Daren.

Su Ru sighed slightly and shook her head. She was not in the mood to talk. She turned to Song Daren and said, "Da Ren, I'll leave it to you."

Song Dayen answered quickly.

Su Ru turned her head and looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was standing next to her without saying a word. She saw that his face was haggard. In the past few days, he had lost a lot of weight, and she couldn't bear to take a step subconsciously, but then stopped again, shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked Tian Linger turned her head to look at Zhang Xiaofan, and then followed her mother without saying a word.

Song Dayen smiled dryly and looked a little strange. He said to Zhang Xiaofan, "Little brother, since we are back, you can go back to your room and have a rest!" However, you... you'd better not walk around."

Zhang Xiaofan raised his head, nodded slowly, and said, "Big brother, I know."

He walked alone to the residence of Dazhufeng's disciples. He didn't go far, so he heard a whispered conversation behind him. Obviously, Wu Dayi and others, who were full of doubts, were questioning Song Dayen and Du Bishu.

Although he couldn't see it, the invisible eyes behind him seemed to pierce Zhang Xiaofan's back like a needle.

Just as he was not far away, suddenly there were two cheerful barks on the Dazhu Peak. Zhang Xiaofan's heart moved, looked up and couldn't help but be stunned. I saw the monkey Xiaohui, who had not seen for a long time, rode on the back of the big dog rhubarb with his mouth, clutching the bright fur of the rhubarb with both hands, and the rhubarb spit out half of his tongue and barked loudly and excitedly all the way.

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes, and even his body trembled slightly.

Soon, the rhubarb ran to Zhang Xiaofan's front of him, and Xiaohui "squeaked" and ran up to Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder and laughed happily, and his claws habitually put on Zhang Xiaofan's head**. As for Rhubarb, he is also very affectionate with Zhang Xiaofan. A big dog's head keeps rubbing around Zhang Xiaofan's feet.

I don't know if it misses the meat bones made by Zhang Xiaofan again?

Zhang Xiaofan was excited. He squatted down and gently stroked Rhubarb's head with his hand. Rhubarb hummed twice in a low voice, and his ears obediently lowered and rubbed the palm of Zhang Xiaofan's hand.

And Xiaohui squeaked and smiled, and his tail swung across, pestering Zhang Xiaofan.

Wu Dayi, who stood in the distance, muttered a few words and whispered, "These two beasts, I have taken good care of them for several months, and I have never been so affectionate to me!"

Soon, under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Xiaofan stood up and walked towards his residence, while Xiaohui sat on his shoulder, and rhubarb followed.

It seems that only at this moment, Zhang Xiaofan's figure does not look so lonely.

In the distance of the foothills of Qingyun Mountain, Biyao and the mysterious woman in black, Youji are standing side by side, looking at the top of the mountain hidden in the depths of the white clouds.

Baguio's face looked slightly pale, and she frowned. She looked a lot more haggard and looked a little in a trance. After staring for a long time, he slowly said, "I don't know what's going on with him now?"

The black veil on Youji's face moved slightly, turned her head to look at the girl who was suffering from love, and said softly, "It's okay, Biyao, don't think too much."

Baguio bit his lip and suddenly said, "Where's my father?"

You Ji said, "The suzerain went to Heyang City today to meet the newly arrived old monster of Wandumen."

Baguio was shocked and said, "What, the 'Poison God' is also coming?"

Youji smiled faintly and said, "It's not just him. According to what I've heard in private, in recent days, I'm afraid that even the masters of Changshengtang and the Hehuan School will come."

Baguio was even more shocked. After a long time, she said, "How could it be like this? I know that my father has secretly transferred the main combat strength of the Ghost King Sect to the vicinity of Qingyun Mountain. If these three masters come, the masters under their door will definitely follow, so isn't it our four... No, it's just that the strength of the Holy Religion is completely concentrated here?

Youji's face was hidden behind her black veil. She couldn't see what the expression was, but only listening to her voice, she was still calm and calm, and said calmly, "That's good."

Baguio suddenly lowered her head. After a long time, she slowly said, "So, the main purpose of Dad coming here is not to save Zhang Xiaofan."

Youji said lightly, "Biyao, don't think too much. The suzerain has a word, and you are his only daughter. He won't lie to you. As for the abandonment of our sects this time, it is also your father's great initiative. For the sake of the great shame and humiliation of a hundred years ago, the masters of the four sects made a heavy oath under the throne of the Ming Dynasty to take advantage of Qingyun's preparation and be caught off guard.

Baguio was silent for a moment and said, "If this battle is successful, Dad's reputation in the Holy Religion will naturally rise. Even if he loses, he will also have a good reputation for being ashamed of his predecessors. But..." She suddenly raised her voice and seemed to be a little excited. She said, "But I don't care about this, and I don't want to care about it. I just want Zhang Xiaofan to be good, not..."

"Buio!" Youji suddenly shouted, and Biyao was stunned for a moment. She looked at her and finally didn't say anything more. She turned her head and looked at the faint white clouds in the distance and was crazy for a moment.

In a secluded mansion in Heyang City, the ghost king and Qinglong slowly walked in. Along the way, someone respectfully introduced in front and walked straight in.

This house is naturally the stronghold of Wandumen in Heyang City. That is, today, the owner of Wandumen, the oldest poison god among the four major sects of the Demon Sect, came here.

A hundred years ago, the magic religion and the righteous road fought in Qingyun Mountain. What was killed was dark, but in the end, the magic religion was still defeated. After that, the vitality of the demon religion was greatly damaged. Among the four major sects, three of them changed their door owners, among which the ghost king took over the position of the suzerain of the ghost king at that time.

However, among the factions, only the old monster poison god of Wandumen has survived, but over the years, it has also reversed the arrogant style of those years. Even in the demon religion, Wandumen has unexpectedly kept a low profile, and ordinary disciples can't see this old monster.

When he thought about this, Qinglong couldn't help frowning slightly. The title of poison god has resounded in the demon religion as early as hundreds of years ago. When he followed the previous ghost king to fight the world, the poison god was already a powerful general in the poison gate. Later, he took over the position of the master of the poison gate, and fought fiercely with the ghost king sect in the internal struggle of the demon religion. I don

I just didn't expect that time would work with this old monster.

Qinglong has also seen the poisonous god for nearly a hundred years, and he is quite curious. I don't know what the poisonous god has become over the years? In terms of age, the old monster is probably nearly 500 years old.

Thinking of this, he suddenly moved his heart and looked at the ghost king walking in the first half of his body. He saw a faint smile on his face, and his expression seemed to be very relaxed, but he couldn't guess what he was thinking in his heart anyway?

Along the way, I walked through the courtyard and entered the inner hall. It was surrounded by silence and no one could be seen. The place where this high-ranking man lived was unexpectedly deserted.

Soon, the two 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 took them to the house. It seems that the Poison God should be in this house.

When he approached, the eight men bent down to salute the ghost king together. Obviously, the ghost king, as the suzerain of one of the four major factions of the demon religion, has a very high status in the demon religion. However, the Ghost King was not arrogant. He nodded slightly to the crowd, smiled casually, and walked in with Qinglong.

In this room, there are windows on both sides of the east and west. The light shines in, and the room is very bright. There is no feeling that the legendary people in the demon religion have been staying in the dark.

As for the decoration, it is even simpler. In the middle of the huge room, there is only a table and several chairs. In addition, there is a lounge chair next to the table. An old man with white hair is lying on it with his eyes closed. Next to him sat a young man in his early twenties, fiddling with the tea set on the table. The fragrance of tea floats darkly from

No matter how you look at it, it's like a peaceful picture of grandparents and grandchildren. There is no trace of evil spirit!

The ghost king smiled and walked over. When the old man heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at the ghost king. His face immediately smiled and said, "Are you here?"

The ghost king smiled and said, "Senior, I haven't seen you for a long time since I said goodbye to the temple. How are you?"

This old man is naturally the poisonous god who is notorious in the world. At present, he seems to have a bitter smile and said, "Old, it's useless."

With that, he didn't seem to want to bring up this topic again. He changed his words and said, "Brother Ghost King, now you are already the head of the sect of the Ghost King Sect. You are the same as me. If you don't dislike it, just call me brother. Don't call me an old man again. I

The ghost king laughed and looked relaxed. He sat down on the other side of the table and said to the poison god, "Senior, what you said is wrong. Who doesn't know that you are highly respected? This time, we still count on you to preside over the overall situation!"

The poisonous god's face seemed to be stunned, and he immediately shook his head and said, "No, no."

The ghost king was waiting to say something. The young man on the opposite table had already washed two cups of tea. At this time, he brought it over and said lightly, "Suzerain, Qinglong Holy Envoy, please use tea."

The ghost king and Qinglong reached out to take it, and the ghost king looked at him a few more times. He saw that the young man's eyebrows were beautiful, but his face looked a little pale, but he could accompany the poisonous god here. Naturally, he had a lot to do with the poisonous god.

The ghost king turned his head to the poisonous god and said, "This is..."

The poisonous god smiled and said, "He is the closed disciple I received ten years ago. His name is Qin Wuyan. When I saw that he was of good quality, I accepted him. Wu Yan, I haven't seen these two predecessors as soon as possible. They are well-known figures in our holy religion. If you can be taken care of by them in the future, it will be better than you to practice for a hundred years.

Qin Wuyan bowed his head slightly, and his face could not be said to be proud or shy. Even his voice had not changed. He was still calm and gentle. He whispered, "I have seen the suzerain and the holy envoy. I didn't know the etiquette just now. Please don't blame me."

The ghost king smiled and shook his hand. Qinglong also smiled and said, "This little brother can enter the seat of the old man of Poison God. The future is boundless, and the future is boundless!"

The poisonous god smiled and said to the two of them, "Children are ignorant. Don't be surprised."

The ghost king shook his hand and smiled, "Where have you been?" After a pause, he said, "But senior, I'm here today. I really sincerely want to ask you to preside over the overall situation. Our four major factions work together to wash away the shame of Qingyun's defeat and the humiliation of the temple.

The poisonous god was silent for a moment, and his face seemed to be a little desolate. After a long time, he said, "Brother, I'm half disabled, and I really can't stand it. This time, our four major factions secretly discussed the siege of Qingyun. Naturally, I can't fall behind others, otherwise I'm sorry for the Virgin Mary of Youming and the two saints of the King of Tianshenming, and I'm even more sorry for the ancestors of the Holy Religion. It's just the position of presiding over the overall situation! I think except for your talent, brother, no one else can sit at all!"

The ghost king frowned and shook his head and said, "Senior, you are too flattered. I am the least qualified among the four masters. How can I take the responsibility? That's it! When the 'Yuyangzi' of Changshengtang and the 'Sanmiao Fairy' of Hehuan School arrive, let's discuss it together!"

The poisonous god pondered for a moment and said, "That's good. They should have arrived in these days. We will get together later. This holy religion has been a great shame for a hundred years. We must get it back from Qingyunmen this time."

The ghost king smiled, sat here for a while, chatted, and then said goodbye to Qinglong. The poisonous god did not force him to stay and ordered someone to see off the guests.

Leaving the mansion of the poisonous god, the ghost king and Qinglong integrated into the crowd in Heyang City.

The ghost king suddenly sneered and said, "This old monster is really getting more and more difficult to deal with."

This sentence was inexplicable, but Qinglong seemed to understand what he meant and nodded and said, "Yes, three hundred years ago, when our Ghost King Sect fought with Wandumen, the old monster was the most fierce and impulsive, always rushing to the front. Even if it was a hundred years ago, the battle with Qingyun was Lord's. It seems that he also lost a lot of energy in that fiasco that year.

The ghost king shook his head and said, "This is not called sipation of sharpness, this is called growing ability. After that battle, the old monster seemed to wake up, and his whole temper suddenly changed. He kept a low profile and bide his time. In the past hundred years, except for our Ghost King Sect, the fastest recovery of strength has been Wandumen. It's just that he refuses to sit in this seat, but it's very troublesome!"

With that, the ghost king frowned and said lightly, "Well, anyway, we have to wait for those two people to arrive to discuss big things. Let's wait for a few days! Well, by the way, where's Baguio? It seems that I haven't seen her all day today.

Qinglong said, "I didn't see it either, but Youji has always been with her. There should be nothing wrong. Don't worry."

The ghost king shook his head and sighed gently. He didn't say anything more.

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

As for the young man next to him, his nature seems to be even more strange. When the poison god didn't talk to him, he was also happy and patiently brewed tea on the table, without any impatience at all.

After a long time, the poisonous god suddenly let out a great sigh and said, "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!"

The young man named Qin Wuyan turned his head, looked at the poisonous god, and said lightly, "Oh! Is that humanism very good?"

The poisonous god snorted and said, "Of course, his practice of Taoism is extremely high, but no matter how high the Taoism is, we are not afraid of him, but this man's city is too deep. You must be careful in the future!"

Qin Wuyan smiled, but his tone was still so peaceful and said, "I know, Master."

The poisonous god looked at him and suddenly sighed, "If your unskilled brothers can have your qualification, why should I endure it for so many years?"

Qin Wuyan was praised by the poisonous god, and there was no complacency on his face. He said lightly, "Sers are doing their best for you, Master."

The poisonous god snorted, and suddenly reached out to lift the blanket covering his leg. He actually got off the chair and stood up. Only then did he see that he was quite tall and his back was straight. How could he look sick? It seems that all the actions just now are to deceive the ghost king and Qinglong.

The poisonous god paced back and forth in the middle of the room, but Qin Wuyan seemed to be much quieter than his master, and only the footsteps of the poisonous god echoed in the room.

At this time, suddenly, a strange sound sounded from Qin Wuyan's side, which seemed to be the harsh sound of summer cicadas in summer.

The poisonous god's face changed and he turned his head to look.

Qin Wuyan took out a small yellow box from under the chair, one foot square, and the strange sound came from here.

The poisonous god walked over and reached out and gently opened the lid. Suddenly, in front of the two of them, on the yellow soft silk in the box, there was a colorful centipede, but the most strange thing was that there were seven fork in the tail of the centipede.

If Zhang Xiaofan saw this thing at this moment, he must be stunned, because he had seen this thing when he was a child, and it was one of the "seven-tailed centipede" in the world.

Qin Wuyan frowned and said, "Since we came near Qingyun Mountain, Xiaoqi doesn't seem to be very peaceful and seems to be stimulated by something."

The poisonous god looked at the seven-tailed centipede carefully, then took out a small lavender pill from his arms, put it into the box, and then closed the box. Soon, the strange sound from the box gradually lowered and disappeared.

After Qin Wuyan carefully put away the box containing the seven-tailed centipede, the poisonous god said lightly, "This seven-tailed centipede is a rare thing in the world. There is only one left in the world, which has always been accompanied to death. If it is separated, there must be a sense within a hundred miles. Xiaoqi is uneasy these days, which must be because of this.

Qin Wuyan took a look at the poison god and suddenly said, "So, now that person is on Qingyun Mountain?"

The poisonous god smiled and said, "Yes, the seven-tailed centipede is the only alien species in the world. It can't be mistaken."

With that, he turned his head and slowly stared into the distance. In the distance, the towering Qingyun Mountain outside Heyang City is straight into the sky, and the power is almost invincible. Surrounded by white clouds, the fairy spirit is floating.

"It's been a hundred years, in a blink of an eye, it's another hundred years!" The old man whispered to himself.