Feng Wushuang stood in the cave where the Great Elder was in seclusion.
He stood there silently.
A baleful aura had already condensed in his palm!
Inside the house.
Feng Wushuang sat on the futon.
His disciple, Lu Ming, served him carefully.
"Master…you must get through this. I know that you are doing this for the sake of Mao Mountain's glory and to restore the prestige of our ancestors, but…how many people in this world understand your painstaking efforts?”
Lu Ming choked in sorrow, holding a black soup in his hand.
The moment Master returned, he announced that he was in seclusion.
In fact, his body had already been damaged by the void, and his legs had long been broken and crippled.
Now, he was even letting his body run its own course!
However, in the dark and cold night, Lu Ming was allowed to wail alone, and the surroundings were quiet.
After a long time, an old cough sounded.
"Cough cough, let's go back. My body originally couldn't hold on for a few days, so why waste those pills!？”
The old and hoarse voice rustled like autumn leaves, as if it was about to enter winter and completely lost its last warmth.
" Master…I know you've been wronged. You don't hate the sect master, but you're disappointed. If your master hadn't passed away that year, no one would know who the sect master of Mao Mountain would be…"
Lu Ming was very angry and indignant. He felt injustice for the First Elder!
If he had the guts, he would want to find the sect master and risk his life.
" Cough cough, you traitor, kneel down and reflect on yourself outside the room. How dare you spout such disgraceful words? If someone with ill intentions hears it…"
"Master…I deserve to die. I spoke without thinking. I know that master isn't such a person. It's just that there are such rumors in the outside world.”
"Enough, kneel down at the statue of the founder and face the wall for three days and three nights!”
"Master…"
"Get lost!"
Lu Ming's face was full of sorrow as he respectfully placed the black bowl of medicine on the steps.
With endless unwillingness and grievance, he turned around and left.
After a long time, a heavy sigh came from the First Elder's room.
The moon was shining brightly, and the cool night wind blew across the main peak of Mao Mountain.
After a long time, the Gang Qi in Feng Wushuang's palm gradually converged.
With a leap, his figure was like a gentle breeze as he silently disappeared from the spot!
After Feng Wushuang left.
The Great Elder in the room suddenly opened his deep black eyes.
The hawk's eyes seemed to be able to see through the wall and looked in the direction where Feng Wushuang had disappeared!
After a long while, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a hint of malice flashed across his eyes…
……
Three days later.
Feng Ling 'er appeared in front of Su Yang again.
There was a hint of fatigue on her face.
Father left.
He had handed over the position of the acting sect master of Mao Mountain to him.
Although he instructed the elders to assist him.
However, Feng Ling 'er was still very tired.
The days were as calm as water.
Su Yang would go to the Demon Slayer Division, Ghost Slayer Division, and Zombie Slayer Division every day.
Most of the time, it was because there was no prey to choose from.
Su Yang took advantage of the fact that the executioners were not paying attention and killed most of the demons.
Although the demons were not very strong, they could still obtain some divine fruits that contained a large amount of spiritual energy.
It would have a huge effect on Su Yang's strength and realm.
As for the three chances to go down the mountain in a month.
Su Yang did not let it go even once.
Although his strength was strong enough now, it was also because of the increase in his strength that Su Yang became more curious about some things.
With the return of the Mao Mountain Sect Master, he was able to take over the city.
In addition, he had secretly cleaned up many disloyal forces.
Let Mao Mountain return to its former rhythm.
At the foot of the mountain.
In Clear Spring Town.
Many Mao Mountain disciples gathered together to rest.
" The book said that the Hundred-Thousand Mountains is a paradise for poisonous creatures and demons. If ordinary humans accidentally intrude into it, they won't even be able to fill the gaps between the teeth of those demons. The demons there can change the color of the sun and moon in one breath and turn the entire mountain into ruins..."
The storyteller's saliva flew everywhere!
As he spoke, his face was even more vivid, as if he had seen the most realistic scene.
The expressions of everyone present changed nervously!
After a long time, someone stood up.
"Sir, you said that you were there. Have you been there before?”Someone asked with a smile.
The storyteller puffed out his chest proudly and looked at the man smugly.
"Of course!"
Her tsundere appearance really made people want to beat her up!
"Keep bragging. You just said that those demons could melt a mountain with a single breath. This little cow is bragging to the heavens!”
"Hey, you bunch of ignorant brats, every word I say is the truth!”
The storyteller rolled his eyes and was unhappy.
Everyone was too lazy to talk to him about anything else.
After all, storytellers would definitely boast more.
Otherwise, how could they be willing to fork out money?
Everyone was too lazy to interrupt him.
"Continue, continue!"
The storyteller then glanced at the man, as if he was counting on him for being tactful.
" But don't worry, everyone. There are shackles in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Ordinary demons and ghosts can't escape. However…no one knows how long it will take for them to break through the shackles of the array formation…"
Everyone listened with relish, although they knew that the other party was bragging.
However, he still felt his blood boil.
Su Yang sat in his seat and continued to drink tea calmly.
He was thinking.
He was thinking.
How long could he stay in Mao Mountain?
Would she be lonely without this storyteller?
As usual, Su Yang took a sip of tea, put down the five coins as a tip, and left.
The storyteller was still excitedly telling the crowd some strange stories.
It was as if he had unlimited experience.
The saliva would never dry up!
After Su Yang left, the storyteller's gaze fell on the spot where he had just left.
She stood up and pounced on the tea table.
The next moment, another fat hand pressed down on Wu Qian.
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