The strongest system is in the city

"Isn't it a good thing? Maybe, but I'm also a dying person now, so I have nothing to be afraid of."

Thinking that he was going to die soon, Su Qingyun felt uncomfortable.

He was worth over a billion dollars at a young age, his parents were still alive, and he had an eccentric younger sister by his side.

Life is just a chance to be colorful, and I traveled to the present era just to make more money.

Now that he is near the end of his life, there is not much regret in his heart.

"Oh? Is it because Daxian did something for Song Dalang?

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, but there are no rare treasures in the world. It should not be difficult to find a way to extend your life with your ability. "

Sect Master Yan looked at Su Qingyun and asked with a frown.

Although there is no longevity method in the world, there are still many ways to prolong life.

"There's nothing I can do. No matter how hard I try now, it's useless. After tonight, I'll return."

Su Qingyun shook his head, the time machine is so awesome, there is no way to extend Su Qingyun's life.

What is the use of the so-called life extension method?We must know that the so-called life extension is mostly a method of supplementing body functions by eating some tonics.

But Su Qingyun's current situation is like a big hole in the bottom of a bucket, and all the water in it has leaked out.

The way to prolong life is to find a little more north water and pour it into the bucket. The effect will be like a drop in the bucket, and it won't work at all.

"If you don't try it, how will you know? Maybe the common life-prolonging methods in the world won't be of much use to you, but I know that the current Holy Master has a piece of Bodhi root in his hand.

If Daxian obtains this thing, it is estimated that there will be no problem in living for decades. "

Young Master Yan smiled slightly, staring into Su Qingyun's eyes and said.

"It seems that the young sect master has put in a lot of effort to get me to help."

Su Qingyun sneered and said, there was such a legend in Buddhism, it is said that in the past, Sakyamuni had cultivated under the bodhi tree.

Therefore, the bodhi tree has always been loved by people and is called a holy tree.

However, these things have no scientific basis. As a person who came from the 21st century, Su Qingyun doesn't think there are any gods in the sky.

I don't even believe that the root of the Bodhi tree can make him live for decades.

After all, if this thing is so good, it will be wiped out by those richest people.

How could it be growing well?

"Why, you don't believe it? The bodhi root in the master's hand was cut from the bodhi tree when the Buddha suddenly realized.

It can really save you from bad luck. "

Young Master Yan couldn't help frowning when he heard Su Qingyun's sneer.

He is not afraid of Su Qingyun being tempted, because only when Su Qingyun is tempted can he help him.On the contrary, if Su Qingyun is not interested in the root of the Bodhi tree.

He has no way to talk to Su Qingyun, after all, he is already a dying person, a person who can face death calmly, what else can he do?
"Yes, I don't believe it. But I will still help you. Tonight, I will gather all the people you can gather to wait near the Shaojia compound.

After tonight, your Hidden Sword Sect will definitely be able to flourish. "

Su Qingyun pulled his head and said to Young Master Yan.

Although he is a dying person, it is good that he can do some things before he dies.

"Really?"

Young Master Yan couldn't believe it, he came to Su Qingyun nervously, put his ear to Su Qingyun's mouth and asked.

"The real can't be fake, and the fake can't be real. If you still want your Hidden Sword Gate to regain its original glory, then do as I said."

Su Qingyun moved the back of the chair that he disliked, avoiding the face of the young sect master who almost touched his mouth and said.

"Okay, I'll do it right now. If this thing is really accomplished, I will find a way to get you the Bodhi root."

Young Master Yan walked out of the gazebo as soon as he was talking.

For a while, only Su Qingyun and a pot of old tea that was still steaming were left in this uniquely repaired gazebo.

"Hey, do whatever you want, after a while, humans will eventually fly into the sky.

Only then will you understand that the clouds are nothing but ice cubes formed by water vapor.

It's not the heavenly palace where the gods are. "

Su Qingyun muttered softly, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and began to rest.

Jincheng, in a dilapidated courtyard near the Shao family's mansion, "Yan Nanfei, are you sure that the purpose of gathering everyone today is to make our family prosperous. It's not to make us all contribute to the Qing army's promotion of officials and ranks?"

The bearded man walked in with a few acquaintances from the world, and saw Sect Leader Yan Shao who was sitting in the middle of the courtyard drinking tea, frowning.

"Uncle Sixteen, I guarantee with my own head that this time we will definitely solve our troubles in Tibetan Jianmen." Yan Nanfei (Master Yan Shaomen) put down his teacup and said with a confident look.

"Oh? Is it so sure? Then tell me, what should we do to make the hidden sword gate brilliant again?" the big man named Uncle Sixteen said with a strange yin and yang.

"No hurry, Haizi, serve tea to Uncle Sixteen."

Yan Nanfei didn't show any displeasure at Uncle Sixteen's tone.

He turned his head and said to Haizi (Master Hai).

"Yan Nanfei, what the hell are you doing? The Qing court had long ago turned us into rogues, just like the gang of lunatics at the Tiandihui.

He was attacked by the Qing government every day, and now the dog emperor is only a few hundred meters away from us in the Shaojia compound.

There have been eight or ninety masters nearby if there were not a hundred in the past few years, and there are even thousands of Qing troops stationed nearby.

In such a dangerous place, you tell me that you are not in a hurry?Is it because the dog emperor ordered someone to chop off your head before he was so anxious? "

Uncle Sixteen was furious, swept away the tea on the table, pointed at Yan Nanfei and said angrily.

"Yu Shiliu, what are you doing?"

Seeing this scene, Haizi also pulled out the broad sword on his back and stared at Yu Shiliudao.

"Wow!" With Haizi's broad sword out of its sheath, the people in the courtyard divided into three groups.

The people standing behind Haizi and those brought by Yu Shiliu drew their weapons and looked at each other.

Although the remaining one-half of the people did not take out their weapons, they returned to behind their leader one after another and stared at Yan Nanfei, Yu Shiliu and the others.

If something is wrong, they will go their own way and follow their leader to start a scuffle in this dilapidated courtyard.

"What are you doing, what are you doing. Sixteen, ask your men to put down their weapons. Haizi, you also retreat."

When Yan Nanfei's men and Yu Shiliu's men confronted each other, another big man in the courtyard stepped forward and acted as a peacemaker.

"Hmph, put the guys away."

Yu Shiliu was the first to soften, and with a cold snort ordered his younger brothers to put away their weapons.

"Haizi, step back!"

Yan Nanfei glanced at the big men in the yard, then turned to Haizi and said.

"Yes, my lord."

Haizi had no choice but to lead others back after receiving the order from his bead master.

In the middle of the courtyard, only Yan Nanfei, Yu Shiliu and three other middle-aged elders were left.