camouflage salted fish

Fang Fang took his little brother to see the top of the new mountain, and planned to start building a house after observing the terrain.

Shen Budu and his party went back to the house.

Everyone in the Zhenshan sect has been in a state of mind wandering since they witnessed Shen Budu blasting the top of the mad wolf gang, and now they feel unreal, and they feel like they are floating when they step on the ground.

Only Qiu Wanran digested and absorbed it faster because he had seen the power of the ring in advance, but he still couldn't hold back the exclamation on his face: "It's too scary, it's really scary... There is so much energy in one blow, Wouldn't it be invincible to wear this ring?"

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Budu gave him a funny look, "The effect like that just now can only be used once in 24 hours. If you can't destroy the enemy with one blow, you will be the one who will suffer from it later."

"Ah?" Qiu Wanran was puzzled, "Then why did you just say to the leader of the Wolf Fang..."

"Empty city strategy." Shen Budu replied naturally, "Otherwise, how can we scare them? There are almost two hundred people, I can't beat them."

Everyone: "..."

Good guy!

Ganqingcai's calm and unhurried appearance is all just pretending!

Qiu Wanran took a deep breath, and fell in admiration for the person in front of him.If Shen Budu had shown any guilty conscience in the confrontation just now and was caught by the opponent, the final result may be completely different.

Li Xingyu and the others also stared at Shen Budu in disbelief.Really pretend?They couldn't see it at all before!

Shen Budu is used to it. When he was in the upper spirit world, he was surrounded by old foxes. He had seen too much playing with the falsehood.

Qiu Wanran thought for a while and asked again: "The group of the Crazy Wolf Gang really just let it go? They won't come back after regretting it someday?"

"The man with the fangs doesn't look like a person who doesn't believe his words. But you take this." Shen Budu took off the ring on his hand and handed it to him, "If the Wild Wolf Gang really dares to come, show them. No need for fifth gear." It’s easy to open, but if there are really unsightly people who come to pick things up, don’t be soft-hearted, kill a few of them before you will know how to be afraid.”

Qiu Wanran was taken aback, and waved her hands again and again: "How can you leave such a valuable thing here, you hold it yourself!"

Shen Budu shook his head: "I can't stay here for too long."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned. Li Xingyu was startled, and asked anxiously, "Brother Shen, what do you mean?"

"I have some things to do, and I may leave after a while."

Li Xingyu was stunned, Nie Weiyu and Gu Yanyu looked at each other, and an unspeakable feeling rose in their hearts.

In fact, they all vaguely realized that it was impossible for a person like Shen Budu to stay in such a small place as Zhenshanzong forever.But since Shen Budu appeared, he has brought them too many surprises and changes.They unconsciously love, trust, and rely on this person, and even faintly regard him as the center and pillar of a sect.Now suddenly hearing the fact that the other party is about to leave, I feel a little unacceptable for a while, and everyone is so uncomfortable that they can't speak.

Shen Budu was a little frightened by their hesitant to speak and red eye circles, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Hey, what are you doing? I didn't say to leave now, it might take half a year before I leave. A year later."

"Besides, do you intend to stay here forever?"

Li Xingyu tried his best to endure the soreness in his nasal cavity, and looked up at him through his misty eyelids.

"The outside world is huge." Shen Budu stretched out his hand to touch the top of the boy's hair, and said in a gentle voice, "There will be a reunion after we leave, I will wait for you in a wider place."

-

Upper Spirit World, Wuliang Villa.

The villa is surrounded by mountains and water, surrounded by towering ancient trees, lush forests and lush greenery.From a distance, only a few corners of white walls and black tiles can be seen, standing faintly in the lush greenery.

But no one dared to underestimate the villa in front of them, because its owner was a famous senior expert in the cultivation world, Zhong Jinglun, who ranked third in the combat power list.

At this moment, the gate of Wuliang Villa is full of people coming and going, very lively.Because the Immortal Alliance Conference is about to be held here, all the famous figures in the cultivation world gathered here today.

Many people came to Wuliang Villa for the first time, and when they saw the exterior of the villa, they still felt that it was natural and simple, and they couldn't help wondering how a person like Zhong Jinglun would live in such a place.But when you go in and take a look, you will find that there is something different - it is surprisingly big, divided into two areas, the front and the back, separated by Qiuyue Lake in the middle, and a flying bridge built of jade is the only way to the rear.

The front area of ​​the villa alone covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, and there are magnificent or exquisite architectural complexes: temples, temples, pavilions, pavilions, gardens...

Its grand scale, variety of types, and exquisite landscape are really rare in the upper spirit world.

"Style, it's really grand. Compared with the imperial city of the emperor in the world, I'm afraid it will be slightly inferior?" The head of the Qingcang faction sighed again and again, and then asked the person beside him with a smile, "But I think that the owner of Murong Palace The Huangji Palace is more magnificent than this villa."

The man called Murong Palace Master was over forty years old, but his face looked very young, with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge, and his chin was habitually raised slightly, giving people a feeling that Su Li was inaccessible.

Hearing this, he snorted and laughed: "Look at what you said, how can I compare with Master Zhong."

Even though he said so, Murong Yuanqing's expression was indifferent, and there was almost imperceptible sarcasm and arrogance in the depths of his eyes, and he didn't seem to take Zhong Jinglun seriously.

However, as the fourth highest player in the Tianbang and the person in charge of the Huangji Palace, he does have this capital.

"Master Murong, why should you belittle yourself!" The head of the Qingcang faction walked a few steps quickly, turned his head to Murong Yuanqing and said in a low voice: "Master Shen has passed away for three months, and there is no one in the world today. The meeting of the Immortal Alliance is held today. In order to choose a new Immortal Head, the Palace Master's reputation is not inferior to that of Master Zhong, I will definitely do my best to help the Palace Master win this Immortal Head!"

Murong Yuanqing hooked his lips: "Then I will thank the head of Qian first."

While speaking, a large building appeared in front of him, elegant and solemn, pleasing to the eye, with three big characters "Songfeng Palace" written on the plaque in the middle, which was said to be written by Zhong Jinglun himself.

Murong Yuanqing's eyes fell on the plaque, and the irony in his expression was even more serious, and he strode into the hall with his hands behind his back.

There was an endless stream of visitors, and the seats were quickly filled.Of course, this seat is also exquisite, from front to back are Huangji Palace, Wanyanzong, Tianya Canghaimen, Qingqiu Island, Foguang Temple, etc., arranged in order according to the prestige and strength of the sect and the person in power.

As the owner of Wuliang Villa and the convener of this meeting, Zhong Jinglun is naturally at the top.

Zhong Jinglun hadn't come yet, and all the people present were acquaintances, and they chatted with the people around them in low voices.Sitting at the head of Tianya Canghai Sect was a young man in his mid-twenties, dressed in black, his face was a little pale, he didn't talk to anyone else, he just pursed his lips tightly, his eyes downcast, he didn't know what he was thinking.

There was someone sitting beside him, who was also dressed in plain black clothes, but his figure was much taller than that of the young man, and his face was more calm and resolute.He glanced at the young man and said, "Pay attention to your body."

Li Hongjun raised his eyes when he heard the words, and nodded to the visitor: "Sect Master He."

He Zhonghan said "Yes": "From now on, the sect will rely on you to support it. First of all, you must not fall yourself. Presumably Shen Budu doesn't want to see you like this."

Li Hongjun's expression froze slightly, but he quickly returned to normal: "I understand. Thank you Sect Master He for your concern."

The two were not very familiar with each other at first, and fell silent after a simple exchange of greetings.But after a while, He Zhonghan suddenly asked: "How did Shen Budu die?"

In an instant, Li Hongjun's heart stopped suddenly, and his back was covered in cold sweat!

"There were so many people on the day of the funeral, so I don't want to ask too many questions." He Zhonghan's handsome brows were lightly locked, "Did he really fall into a lunatic and die while practicing?"

Li Hongjun hardly dared to look directly at He Zhonghan.He tried his best to maintain a normal expression, not letting himself see the slightest difference, and said in a steady voice: "Yes....We didn't even think of it."

He could feel He Zhonghan's gaze patrolling his face, with a slight probe, piercing his nerves like needles.

He held his breath, his palms were tightly clenched under the table, his nails almost digging into his palms.His eardrums were beating like a drumbeat, his heartbeat was pounding, and he had a splitting headache.

Fortunately, He Zhonghan didn't ask any more questions.

He nodded, and finally looked away. He seemed to dislike the noisy surroundings. He closed his eyes and leaned against the seat to rest.

Li Hongjun exhaled silently, his heart was beating like thunder, his fingertips were slightly numb, and the clothes on his back were drenched in cold sweat.

He glanced at He Zhonghan, with a gloomy expression on his face, then turned his gaze to the empty seat at the top.

In the past, in any fairy alliance conference, the top position belonged to the Tianya Canghaimen, even the Wuliang Villa would be inferior.

But now, Wuliang Villa, Huangji Palace, and even Wan Yanzong are all ahead of him.

It was as if a poisonous snake had entangled his heart, slowly tightening it, injecting sinister venom into it with its fangs, which was painful, hot, bitter, and hateful.

The young man gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes slightly, covering the resentment, shame and unwillingness overflowing from his eyes.

"Zhong is late, I hope all the fairy friends are happy!"

A generous and powerful voice sounded, and Zhong Jinglun's figure finally appeared at the gate of Songfeng Hall.He is fifty and eight this year, but a cultivator does not show his age. He looks like a vigorous middle-aged man, with a wide forehead and flat eyebrows, a fair face, and a generous smile on his face. Generous and upright temperament like green pine.

Seeing him appear, everyone in the hall stood up and greeted the middle-aged man:

"Hello, Master Zhong!"

"I've seen Master Zhong!"

Zhong Jinglun pressed down with both hands to signal for everyone to sit down, and then he went to the first seat and sat down.

"Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to our village to participate in this Xianmeng meeting." Zhong Jinglun said in a deep voice, "As the convener this time, Zhong mainly wants to discuss one thing with you, that is, The candidate for the new generation of fairy heads in the cultivation world."

Everyone at the scene did not expect him to be so agile, he didn't go around at all, and directly raised this matter straight to the point, everyone's spirits were lifted, and their faces became serious.

"The former Xianshou and the former head of Tianya Canghai Sect, Shen Budu, has passed away for more than three months. We all express our deep sorrow and regret for this incident." Zhong Jinglun paused for a moment, then turned to Li Hongjun, "Sect Leader Li, Tianya Canghaimen still needs to rely on you to carry forward and flourish in the future, I hope you will protect your precious body, and mourn for the changes."

Li Hongjun reluctantly nodded.

"Shen Xianshou's devotion and dedication to the cultivation world, I believe everyone can see it. A hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Shen family led our family to defeat the demons, and brought peace and peace to the cultivation world; Shen Xianshou led our generation to defeat the invasion of ghosts , to save the common people from the fire and water, is truly a hero in the world and a role model for our generation.”

Zhong Jinglun is twice as old as Shen Budu, and he became famous decades earlier than the other party, so he can be called the other party's senior.But what he said was sincere, with a solemn expression, and he did not lose any respect for the other party because of his young age.

There were many people present who sincerely admired Shen Budu, and couldn't help but feel sad when they heard the words, and even those who showed their emotions showed sadness, and couldn't help but quietly raised their sleeves to wipe away their tears.

"We don't want to accept the reality, but we have to cheer up and keep going." Zhong Jinglun said, "The cultivation world needs a new leader, and this leader needs to be elected by us together."

"Co-elected?"

"What kind of choice?"

It is related to the changes in the structure of the cultivation world, everyone is very concerned, and they started talking in low voices.

"Please be safe and calm, everyone." Zhong Jinglun raised his voice, "In order to ensure fairness and justice, Zhong has specially invited the envoy of Feifeng Pavilion as a witness for this public election, and borrowed the Holy Spirit made by the owner of Feifeng Pavilion himself. Use 'Xiangxin' to carry out public elections."

Feifeng Pavilion!

The faces of the people present all changed in surprise.

The name of Feifeng Pavilion can be described as thunderous in the cultivation world.This is a very mysterious organization, which has gathered a group of top experts and elites in the world. Although it has not been established for a long time, it has superb and thorough abilities.There is no news that Feifeng Pavilion can't find out, and there is nothing they can't do.The famous "combat power list" recording the top [-] masters in the world hangs high outside the Feifeng Pavilion, and thousands of people come to pay their respects every day.

And Feng Ce, the owner of Feifeng Pavilion, knows everything, ranks eighth in the heaven list, and is the only god-level craftsman in the world. The "combat power list" was born in his hands.

In terms of the peak of prestige, the profound foundation, and the mysterious origin, many famous families that have existed for a hundred years cannot compare with Feifeng Pavilion.But as we all know, Feifeng Pavilion stands in Acacia Continent, has always been independent from the world, and seldom participates in disputes and incidents in the cultivation world, how come it also participates in the Immortal Alliance Conference now?

Under everyone's puzzled and suspicious eyes, Zhong Jinglun stood up and looked sideways behind the landscape screen.

A person came out from behind the screen.

I saw that this person was wearing a dark red long robe inlaid with complicated totems, half of his face was wearing a golden mask, and the exposed half of his face was as delicate and hard as jade.He walked up to the crowd without looking sideways, put a transparent ball exuding a faint white halo in his palm on the table, and said: "This is the envoy of Feifeng Pavilion, who is ordered by the master to participate in this round." Immortal Alliance Conference. This tool was refined by my master himself, and it is called "Xiangxin". You just need to put your hands on it, and silently recite the candidate for the head of the fairy, and "Xiangxin" will give the final result."

Everyone showed surprise on their faces, and turned their eyes from the envoy of Feifeng Pavilion to the holy artifact.

"Really? Is it really so amazing?"

"The sacred artifact produced by the master of Feifeng Pavilion, is it fake?"

"Let me tell you, Master Zhong is very thoughtful. Feifeng Pavilion has never been involved with sect forces, so it is most suitable to be a witness."

"I think so too. And this 'Xin Xin' is also very wonderful, as long as we input ideas, we can measure the results."

This solves the concerns of the vast majority of people - if other methods of voting are used, even if they are anonymous, there will be a danger of leaking the news afterwards.There are so many highly respected and powerful seniors present, if you vote for one, you will definitely offend the other, and no one wants to be remembered by the boss and do such a thankless thing.

But with this sacred artifact, they have no worries.No matter how powerful those big shots are, it's impossible to open their brains to see who they voted for, right?

Therefore, most people are very satisfied with Zhong Jinglun's arrangement.

"If you have no objections, Zhong will be the first to demonstrate for everyone."

Knowing that no one wanted to be the first to go forward, Zhong Jinglun stretched out his right hand with a natural complexion, and put his palm on Xiangxin.The white light around Xiangxin flashed for a moment, then turned into light blue light in an instant, and then returned to white again.

Zhong Jinglun moved his palm away, smiled and said to everyone: "It's that simple."

Seeing that no information had been leaked, everyone relaxed, stood up one by one, and cast their votes with their minds.

Finally, after all the 56 people present had chosen, the envoy of Feifeng Pavilion stepped forward and injected spiritual power into Xiangxin.

Then, everyone could clearly see that Xiangxin was shining brightly, projecting three large characters in light blue: Zhong Jinglun.

Some people present nodded, their faces were expected, while others were slightly surprised, with regretful eyes.Then he sneered: "You invited this witness, and you also made the so-called sacred artifact. How can you know if you have tampered with it!?"

There were not many people who dared to choke with Zhong Jinglun face-to-face—everyone looked at him, and saw Murong Yuanqing sneering, his eyes gleaming with hatred and provocation, staring straight at Zhong Jinglun.

Being questioned face to face, Zhong Jinglun was not annoyed, and still maintained a good demeanor: "Master Murong is so sure that Zhong has done something wrong, is there any solid evidence?"

Murong Yuan looked at him sternly.

"Let's take a step back. Even if the Palace Master doesn't believe in Zhong's character, he should still believe in Feifeng Pavilion, right?"

The Feifeng Pavilion envoy raised his eyes, looked directly at Murong Yuanqing indifferently from behind the golden mask, and said coldly, "Does Palace Master Murong have any opinion on my decision of Feifeng Pavilion?"

Being stared at by those piercingly cold eyes, even if he was as proud as Murong Yuanqing, he couldn't help but shiver.

Although Huangji Palace is also one of the most famous sects in the cultivation world, and in terms of cultivation strength, he seems to have no need to be afraid of Feng Ce, who is ranked eighth, who is fourth in the heaven list.

But that's not the case.

Because Murong Yuanqing met Feng Ce once.

It was a young man who looked extremely handsome, and his expression was not vicious, and he even had a faint smile.

But the moment their eyes met, Murong Yuanqing felt an uncontrollable surge of fear and chills, as if being stared at by something terrifying in the abyss, and even wanted to tremble uncontrollably.

Although it was only for a moment, he firmly believed that it was not his own illusion.

The cultivation base of the master of the Feifeng Pavilion whose origin is a mystery is not only the eighth in the heaven list!

Faced with the envoy's questioning from Feifeng Pavilion, Murong Yuanqing gritted his teeth, and did not say another word with a sullen face.

Zhong Jinglun said gently: "Then, this is the final result."

One sentence reminded the people present, everyone restrained their expressions, stood up and cupped their hands one after another and said:

"Congratulations to Zhong Xianshou!"

Listening to the congratulations from the audience, Zhong Jinglun slowly smiled.

-

After the meeting, Tianya Canghaimen.

Li Hongjun walked quickly with a sullen face, turning a blind eye to the greetings from his disciples and maids along the way, and pushed open the gate of Qingguang Hall.

"go out."

The maid who was cleaning inside was startled, then held her breath and quickly backed away.

Li Hongjun stood there for a moment, stepped forward and drank the cold water in the teapot, and only then did he slightly extinguish the boredom in his heart.

"Look at you, do you look like a master?" A faint voice came from the side of the hall, "I don't know how many jokes you will make if you fall into the eyes of outsiders."

The anger in Li Hongjun's heart was revived all of a sudden: "Do you need to tell me what to do? I'm not the right one, should I let you be the head?!"

In front of the window on one side of the main hall, a handsome young man who was between a teenager and a young man turned his face and said softly, "No matter who will be in charge, he won't be able to do well."

"...Li Xinning." Li Hongjun gritted his teeth, with blue veins protruding faintly on his neck, "Is it uncomfortable if you don't mention him for a day? Don't forget, who proposed to do that in the first place! Who killed him— —”

"He's not dead."

Li Hongjun was incredulous: "It's been three months, and you still refuse to accept the reality? You saw it with your own eyes back then, and his life card was shattered!"

"So what? He just left temporarily." Li Xinning showed a gentle smile on his bloodless face, "I will let him come back. It just takes time."

Li Hongjun looked at his younger brother's eyes, and an uncontrollable chill ran down his back.

"I'm afraid you are crazy..."

"It's just right for Zhong Jinglun to become the head of the fairy. In the future, Murong Yuanqing will argue with him." Li Xinning glanced at him, "Be your master, calm down, and don't cause trouble."

"Don't interfere with me either."

After he finished speaking, he left Qingguang Hall without looking back.

-

Acacia Island, Feifeng Pavilion.

The messenger finished reporting the scene at the Xianmeng meeting just now, and then held his breath and lowered his eyes, waiting for the master's instructions.

Unknown incense is burning in the pavilion, the smell is light and pleasant, and there is a hint of bitterness and sweetness in the aftertaste.Behind the light red gauze curtain, there is a silhouette sitting peacefully, who seems to be slowly playing with something in his hands.

The silhouette didn't seem very interested in what the messenger said, and asked lightly, "What about the other thing?"

"My subordinates sneaked into the Tianya Canghai Gate, but did not find the life token of the head of Shen." The messenger whispered, "After investigation by my subordinates, the fate token should have been taken away by Xie Jianhuan."

There was a moment of silence behind the gauze curtain, and then said: "Sure enough."

The envoy heard a bit of coolness from that tone, and his mind was tense for a moment, and he even forgot to breathe.

"Have you searched all of the upper spirit world?"

"Yes." The messenger immediately understood what the other party was asking, "...There is no suspicious trace."

"Send more people to Jingping." After a pause, the other party added, "There is also Beihuang."

Northern Wilderness?

The envoy was puzzled, but years of training prevented him from having any doubts about the order, so he immediately replied: "Yes!"

The silhouette waved his hand, and the envoy lowered his head and quickly backed away.

After a while, the silhouette put his hands on his side and exerted a little force, and the light red gauze curtain moved slightly, revealing a person.

The owner of Feifeng Pavilion, Feng Ce.

He has a face so handsome that it can be called monstrous, his pupils are strange dark gold, and a red mole at the end of his left eye is captivating.

The bright red robe was wrapped around his slender and well-proportioned body, and the phoenix totem woven with golden threads was lifelike, as if it was about to break through the bright red and fly high in the next moment.

Most people have never seen the real face of the master of the Feifeng Pavilion. If they are lucky enough to see it, they will be amazed and regretful——I am amazed that the world-famous Master of the Feifeng Pavilion has such an amazing appearance, and I feel sorry for the almost perfect Feifeng Pavilion. The master of the Feng Pavilion is actually a disabled person whose legs are not conducive to walking.

Although I heard that the wheelchair under the master of the Feifeng Pavilion is a divine weapon made by him, and its power is no less than any peerless magic weapon. , without Feng Ce's permission, it is determined not to be within 100 meters of him.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful the artifact is, it can't compare to a pair of healthy legs of a normal person.

Maybe it's because heaven is jealous of talents, omnipotent like Feng Ce, who can pull the dead back from the gate of hell, but has been unable to heal his own lame legs for so many years.

I'm afraid he's going to be handicapped for life—everyone who knew him thought so.

But right now, Feng Ce sat in the empty attic for a while, supported the wheelchairs on both sides with both hands, and slowly stood up!

Cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped from the red mole at the corner of his eyes, and his red clothes were instantly drenched in sweat.The pain can be imagined, but the man's expression was stable, and even his breathing did not change. He slowly stretched out his left foot and stepped on the ground lightly.

He stood where he was, closed his eyes for a while, then opened them, stretching out his sweaty palms.

Inside lay a small gourd carved from jade, dressed in red thread, plump and lovely.

His eyes softened inch by inch.

"A'Du."

He put the jade gourd into his arms and said to the air.

"Wait for me to pick you up."

The author has something to say:

Today I am so thick and long!

Praise me! (kimbo