Ancient Gods

For Mo Yang, he naturally hopes that his master will stay with his brothers and sisters. After all, Feng Rukong is the leader of the Qian Sect.

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But Mo Yang also knew that this was just his idea. There were many secrets hidden in his master, and he could never stay with his senior brothers and sisters forever.

Not long after, under the busy work of several senior brothers and sisters, a sumptuous meal was prepared and filled with a whole stone table.

The valley was filled with fragrance, and the scene in front of him made him stunned for a moment.

If there was no way to turn back now, he would also like to find a quiet place and build a simple courtyard...

"Junior brother, why are you in such a daze? Take out your fairy drunk quickly!" As soon as Luo Chuan sat down, he couldn't wait to urge Mo Yang and pull Mo Yang back from his thoughts.

Mo Yang smiled. Before he went to the wilderness, he brought a lot of immortal drunks with him. At this time, he raised his hand and waved, and more than twenty altars of immortal drunks appeared beside him.

Luo Chuan's eyes suddenly gleamed, and then he seemed to remember something. He hurriedly glanced in the direction of the entrance of the valley, and then asked: "Where is the dead dog? Didn't he follow?"

Mo Yang shook his head and said: "Er Gou is in seclusion. If he comes with us, why don't we stew him for senior brother's entertainment today?"

Luo Chuan burst out laughing after hearing this, and casually talked about some of the harmful things Er Gouzi had done, which made the other senior brothers and sisters couldn't help laughing.

The senior brothers and sisters had a tacit understanding. Although they exchanged glasses and chatted, no one mentioned the unparalleled battle a few nights ago.

All of them wanted to ask Mo Yang, but they all held back and did not speak.

After all, they were extremely confused, such as how Mo Yang survived, and that night, it seemed that an emperor-level powerhouse came because of Mo Yang...

And Feng Rukong didn't say much about this. That night the emperor's power enveloped the entire Xuantian Continent, and Feng Rukong was not here. When he returned later, he just told them that Mo Yang was fine, and didn't say much else. other.

The gods were drunk with unusually strong alcohol. The senior sisters were so drunk that they soon passed out. Without the voices of Lu Xiyue and Situ Xue, they suddenly seemed a lot more deserted.

"Is Second Senior Brother still in seclusion?" Mo Yang looked at a thatched cottage in the innermost part of the valley and asked.

This is no longer a year or two, and Mo Yang is worried.

The senior brother glanced at the thatched cottage and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, you are late. If I had come a few days ago, I would definitely have seen your second senior brother. Don't worry. Although the bronze fragments you brought are incomplete, they are still intact." He has gone his own way!"

"When his retreat ends, we may not be his opponents!"

The senior brother seemed to be speaking half-jokingly, but it could be seen that the second senior brother seemed to have really gained a lot and understood a lot.

Mo Yang felt relieved and looked around the dinner table, only to see the figure of the seventh senior brother. Ever since Qian Zong was hunted down and all the disciples were separated, there has been no news from the seventh senior brother.

Regarding this matter, all the disciples of Qianzong have always been worried about it, but there is nothing they can do about it. Many times, they deliberately avoid this topic and do not mention it.

Seeing the senior brothers getting drunk one after another, Mo Yang put down the wine cup in his hand, looked at the master, and asked: "Master, the seventh senior brother..."

The reason why Mo Yang asked was because his master's methods were mysterious. When he accepted him as his disciple, it was said that he was directly deduced. If it was really some kind of extraordinary deduction technique, he believed that his master had some knowledge about the matter of the seventh senior brother. It must have been deduced.

Feng Rukong didn't respond, just sighed, and then said: "I didn't see anything. I went to see the divine fortune teller for this matter before. A few years ago..."

Feng Rukong did not continue, but Mo Yang already understood that the Seventh Senior Brother was probably no longer alive, and the fortune teller's methods were unpredictable and he was probably not wrong.

"There is no need to mention this matter to them. There is no result. There is still a glimmer of hope in their hearts!" Feng Rukong said to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang was stunned for a long time, his mind went blank. After regaining consciousness, he nodded dullly. He could not have expected such a result.

He has also searched everywhere for the whereabouts of the Seventh Senior Brother, including Yu Yao. He has had this idea more than once and wanted to ask the divine fortune teller for help, but what he was most worried about was knowing some exact result, so he never did so. Do.

The valley was completely quiet. Mo Yang lowered his head and drank, one cup after another...

Mo Yang didn't know much about the seventh senior brother. From other senior brothers and sisters, Mo Yang had heard a lot about the seventh senior brother. He was also a wonderful person. If he was still alive, he must be like these senior brothers and sisters. Every time they meet, he would say A little junior brother came to greet him with a big smile...

"Everyone has his destiny. Even the emperor must die, let alone others..." Feng Rukong sighed softly.

Although he seemed to be open-minded when he said this, his mood was extremely low at this time, with a deep sadness in his eyes.

"When you leave this time, remember to protect yourself. Except for your life, everything else is a trivial matter!" Feng Rukong put down the wine cup and spoke to Mo Yang solemnly.

"Don't worry, Master, I will definitely come back to see you alive!" Mo Yang responded.

"You are different from others. The cause and effect on you is too heavy. If you are not careful, you will become a victim of other people's games!" Feng Rukong said this to Mo Yang for the first time.

"The two star masters came to this world, are they here for you?" Before Mo Yang could say anything, Feng Rukong asked again.

Mo Yang was stunned, and was very surprised. His master was indeed not simple. He could even guess such a thing.

"I have practiced a lot of past lives, visited several places, and heard a lot. I can naturally guess some things!" Feng Rukong said calmly.

After that, he sighed heavily and said, "Master can't help you now. Everything depends on you!"

"But there is one thing you must remember. I will always be your master, and Ganzong will always be your home!"

...

This night seemed particularly long. Feng Rukong talked a lot with Mo Yang, and even told Mo Yang about his experience and insights in martial arts.

Even though Mo Yang's cultivation is very strong now, he also hopes that what he said can bring some help to Mo Yang.

The next day, Lu Xiyue forced Mo Yang to teach her how to make pills. Sometimes, this senior sister gave Mo Yang the feeling that she was heartless. Although she was now a little obsessed with alchemy, her cultivation had not fallen behind at all.

However, there were only a few medicinal herbs left on Mo Yang, and the remaining holy medicines were useless to Lu Xiyue.

He took out the Good Fortune Dew that he had prepared before and gave some to each of his senior brothers and sisters. Now, the only thing he could take out was the Good Fortune Dew, which was still a lot thanks to his mother who left him a lot.