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Zhang Qingyang couldn't see the scene after the three of them entered the main peak.

The disciples in the Ronghai Building were quite uneasy and talked a lot.

He took a book from the bookshelf and read it. When he saw the tenth page, a beam of light shot up from the main peak, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and lightning flashed.Now the discussion among the disciples became louder, and someone said excitedly: "This is the thunder cloud that transforms into a god and crosses the catastrophe. It turns out that the suzerain is not dead yet!"

Immediately, someone sneered: "I don't come sooner, I don't come later, but at this time, the suzerain wants to use the thunder cloud to kill the two peak masters, heh!"

That person probably just entered Qifeng not long ago, he didn't understand the matter of Qifeng, he still naively retorted: "The peak master and suzerain belong to the same sect, how could there be internal strife?"

Everyone huh, scattered away.The naive new disciple was hurt, he lowered his head aggrievedly, saw that Zhang Qingyang who was sitting in the corner hadn't left, leaned over and asked humbly: "Brother, can you tell me what is the relationship between the peak master and the suzerain?"

Zhang Qingyang's answer was very succinct: "Shanwu wants to be the right suzerain, Beisheng wants to get the inheritance preserved by the main peak, as for the teacher... the master of Weihui peak wants to become stronger, and the main peak has many rare and rare herbs that have been around for thousands of years."

The new disciple was terrified by him: "How can you call the peak master by his name?"

Zhang Qingyang: "Anyway, they are busy fighting, so they can't hear this coming."

As soon as the words were finished, the sky outside the window changed again, and the lightning was blazing. Zhang Qingyang immediately got up and stuck his head out of the window. Blind eyes.However, there is nothing but momentum and no power.

The new disciple jumped up and looked at it, exclaiming, "Wow!"

Zhang Qingyang propped his chin and thought: Jie Kongchen is going to die.

The tribulation-crossing thundercloud representing the way of heaven can be easily smashed by two monsters, which shows that the thundercloud is not the real tribulation-crossing thundercloud.

Jiekongchen is not Huashen.

The swimming yin-yang ray suddenly stopped, and shot black and white lights towards the fish eyes on the side of the earth. The light beams were so thin that they were almost invisible. The two lights twisted into a beam and blasted towards the main peak.

The beam of light dissipated, and the yin and yang rays separated, swimming in the sky, sweeping out the clear universe, and screaming, melodious and melodious.

Jie Kongchen is really dead.

Two days later, Shanwu became the suzerain of the Chongling Sect. The ceremony was magnificent and grand, and envoys from all over the world came to celebrate.Ming Huang pretends to be Zhang Qingyang's fairy boy, and timidly follows him, his eyes rolling around.

The Hongling royal family also came, the emperor arrived in person, accompanied by Yang Zhibai, the emperor's teacher and prime minister.

When Ming Huang saw his cousin for the first time, his eyes were dull and his complexion was not very healthy. He looked like a walking corpse whose energy had been drained.Even though they had never met each other before, Ming Huang finally felt distressed, and quietly tugged on Zhang Qingyang's sleeve: "Don't you have a leaf of this tree? Give him one."

Zhang Qingyang said softly: "If there is a reaction, it will be discovered."

Ming Huang had no choice but to give up this idea.

Chonglingzong is not a family that pays attention to etiquette, and it will be scattered in all directions after announcing it.The bustling Qifeng became deserted again.

Zhang Qingyang entered Baoqiange library again.

There are many new piles of old papers around Beisheng, and they are well preserved.Facing Zhang Qingyang's uninvited visit, his attitude was rather cold: "What are you here for?"

Zhang Qingyang sat down and explained his ideas one by one, each of which was more shocking than the last. Beisheng listened without any disturbance on his face.

"There is no such book in the main peak, and the old man in Yinfeng only knows a little bit." He lowered his head and continued to read, "The complete one can only be in the overseas Kyushu."

"Where is overseas Kyushu?"

"The Kyushu we often talk about, including Yongzhou itself, belongs to the domestic Kyushu. The aura of the overseas Kyushu is stronger than that of the domestic Kyushu, and it is the closest to the fairy world in this world. Speaking of your plan, it is better to upgrade any of the overseas Kyushu states than to upgrade Yongzhou is much easier."

"It's close." Zhang Qingyang didn't care.

"That's right." Bei Sheng suddenly remembered something and said, "My friend, I want to invite you to his house for a while. You can go whenever you want, and he will always wait for you."

Zhang Qingyang was surprised when he heard the words: "Who is your friend?"

"He lives in the forest of five poisonous miasmas." Beisheng threw him a hollow incense burner, "Light the incense inside, and the smoke from the incense will guide the direction."

Zhang Qingyang picked it up and looked at it. The incense burner was easy to handle, and it was densely stuffed with balsam, which had a faint spicy smell.

"If you want to go to overseas Kyushu, you have to go to Fuji Port to take a boat to Liangzhou, which is the closest to overseas Kyushu, and then set off by boat and land in Liuzhou, an overseas Kyushu. The state is separated by three states, and one state transfers to another state, and it will cost at least hundreds of millions to go, do you have so much money?"

Zhang Qingyang: "...No."

"Find out your own way." Bei Sheng turned his head and continued to look at his own.

Zhang Qingyang turned back in a hurry.Ming Huang was watering the spiritual grass in Weigui Temple, seeing his depressed expression, got up and asked, "What's wrong? Are you so unhappy?"

Zhang Qingyang replied blankly: "No money."

Ming Huang sneered: "Why do you suddenly cry and become poor? How much do you want? I'll give it."

Zhang Qingyang: "A few hundred million."

Ming Huang's expression also changed: "What do you want so much money for?"

"Go overseas to Kyushu." Zhang Qingyang sat down, full of depression, "I don't have money to go."

Ming Huang poured him a glass of water: "Others are considered geniuses if they can go to another state. If you want to jump overseas in one go, you must have more energy than you want."

"It's not that there is no way." Zhang Qingyang thought of Bai Ze, and didn't know where he had gone. Looking around, he was not yet fully proficient in using the godhead, and he couldn't hear the call in all likelihood.

"So what if you have a way? You are the arrogance of Unrepentant Peak, how can you walk away so easily?"

Zhang Qingyang was even more distressed when he heard that, Chun Guanlan had always disliked him going out for more than ten years like He Yifei, and he was afraid that he would jump up and object when he went overseas.

He thought for a while: "Why don't I stop being Tianjiao and let someone else do it."

"Who will take your place?"

"...I'm going out for a walk."

Ming Huang looked at his melancholy back, a little amused, then thought of himself inexplicably, the source of his troubles came from him, he could hear clearly.

All because of me.

Ming Huang was very flustered, but he didn't know what to do.

Zhang Qingyang walked around the foot of Weihui Peak with his hands behind his back, but still had no clue, he passed through the Yixiantian Canyon and arrived at Chuling Valley.

The small thatched hut he lived in had long since disappeared, and the weeds grew wildly.

From the inner valley to the outer valley, all the way out of the sect, to the town closest to the Chongling sect, the town is full of people and very lively.

A passing middle-aged man was selling candied haws along the street carrying a stick of candied haws. Zhang Qingyang bought one, peeled off the rice paper and took a bite.

He gnawed on the candied haws, feeling depressed, and the bite was extra crunchy.

Gnawing and gnawing, he felt that someone was following behind him, timidly, as if looking at him, hesitating and hesitating all the time.

He glanced back, the person who was stalking him was startled, subconsciously wanted to hide, but seeing that there was nowhere to hide around, he walked over bravely, rubbing his hands uneasily: "Does the immortal master still remember me? I am Longmoyuan, Li Laizi who sold your cloak, you even gave my son a fairy leaf!"

Speaking of the tree leaves, Zhang Qingyang suddenly remembered and nodded: "Well, I remember, do you have something to say?"

Li Laizi's expression became even more uneasy, and he hesitated: "Well, the sect does not allow relatives to visit relatives. I just want to know how my son is doing in there, is he doing well, and will someone bully him... If Master Xianshi doesn't mind , can you mention him a little bit? Just a moment."

"What's your son's name?" He suddenly became interested.

If he was lucky enough to eat the leaves of the native tree when he was young, he must be very talented when he grows up. Maybe he has the potential to take over his position?

"His name is Li Yiye, haha, I changed his name for good luck."

"Where do you live, when I find him, ask him to report you a safe letter."

"No need! No need!" Li Laizi waved his hands again and again, "Cultivators of immortals have to sever their emotions and desires, and they can no longer have anything to do with me, no more. I appreciate the kindness of the immortal master. He will definitely not eat it if he follows you What a big loss, I have to go to work, Master Immortal Master, go slowly!" After saying that, he slipped away like a thief in a panic, his back was very stooped.

Zhang Qingyang felt sad for no reason.

Pity the parents of the world.

Having found a possible successor, Zhang Qingyang didn't relax because of this. He returned to the sect, looked up the list of disciples, and easily found Li Yiye's name. What's more, he happened to be the disciple of Weihui Peak!

Zhang Qingyang began to believe that the good fortune he had planted had borne fruit, so he searched for it, found Li Yiye's small courtyard, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, revealing an innocent round face, full of surprise after seeing who he was.

Li Yiye saluted obediently: "Brother, hello."

... Zhang Qingyang was in a complicated mood.

No wonder he speaks innocently like a three-year-old child, he is a leaf for success and a leaf for failure.He began to worry that with Li Yiye's childish state of mind, it's hard to say whether he can master the fourth volume of Unrepentant Sword Art.

When he walked into the small courtyard, he was startled by the laundry poles all over the courtyard.

All the furs of monsters were hanging on the clothes poles. The furs were neat and tidy, and some of them exuded the pungent smell of tanned leather.

"What are you... doing?"

"My father is a tanner. I learned his craft. I can tan two skins if I have nothing to do. Not all monster skins can be tanned! Some skins will rot after being peeled off. It must be that the fur is flat. Only dense monster skins can be tanned..." Talking about tanning, Li Yiye opened up his chatter box, and all kinds of jargon came out of his mouth, and he kept talking.

Zhang Qingyang glanced at the animal skins all over the yard, and felt that he was really worrying too much. Li Yiye was the best successor, not one of them.

He took him to the top of the peak, Li Yiye was still looking around curiously at first, but the higher he went, the more he calmed down, following him in a well-behaved manner, like a schoolboy who made a mistake.

Chun Guanlan just didn't retreat, sitting on the ground and weaving something with soft grass, sensed Zhang Qingyang's approach, and cursed without raising his head, "Where did you die!"

"Aren't I coming back now?" Zhang Qingyang turned to Chun Guanlan, who was still weaving a thin straw curtain.

"Master, I don't want to be a genius anymore."

Chun Guanlan snorted: "I'm going on a long trip again, right?" He looked up and said viciously, "It's okay if you don't do it, just find me an obedient, obedient and clingy apprentice to take your place, or I'll interrupt right away You dogleg!"

Zhang Qingyang didn't expect Chun Guanlan to promise so quickly, and immediately pulled Li Yiye out from behind him: "Quick! Kowtow! Ask Master to swear by his Dao heart and never leave Master!"

Li Yiye was dumbfounded when he saw the living Chun Guanlan in the legend. He knelt down and kowtowed: "Master! This disciple swears to Dao Xin that he will never leave Master!"

Chun Guanlan was stunned for a long time, and then roared angrily: "Little brat, I will break your dog leg now!"