In the Heavens

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The weather gradually dimmed, and the battle that lasted for a day came to an end.

Under the shining of the setting sun, the blood-red earth, with broken arms and limbs all over the mountains, seemed to lead people into the **** of a pool of blood.

As the victors of the war, there are only less than 300 people left in the Shuzhong Demon Cult at this moment. Even the prestigious thirteen demon in Shu, now there are only seven people left.

He glanced at the few remaining brothers, then glanced at the remaining teaching disciples, and the half-life Nether Crafter left, tears couldn't help falling.

The **** hatred was avenged once, but the price paid was too heavy. The main force of the Nine Faction Alliance has been eliminated, but the enemy's remaining strength is still not small.

According to the current situation, it is estimated that there are not many people left in the Demon Sect in Shu Zhong after the seven or eighties of cleaning up the remnants of the enemy.

But no one said to give up. The Shuzhong Demon Sect itself was born for hatred, and now it is no big deal to die for hatred.

The thirteen demons in Shu are not any ambitious masters. Although the scene before them made them sad and weeping, for the cultists who are in blood and blood, dying on the road of revenge may not be a relief.

The only people who are upset are probably the three military divisions. According to their prior arrangement, as long as they leave a way for the enemy to escape, the Shuzhong Demon Cult will not suffer such a heavy loss at all.

It's a pity that the thirteen demons, who were dazzled by hatred, had no choice but to find the enemy to "revenge", and they were not willing to leave a ray of life to the enemy.

After cutting off the back road, the Nine Faction Alliance could only smash to the end. Although they are not as desperate as the Shuzhong Demon Cult, they will be buried with others if they are pressed into it.

The outcome of both sides hurt, the three people want to rely on the power of the Shuzhong Demon Cult to stir the world's situation into bankruptcy.

Without the stimulus of hatred and ambition, such a Shuzhong Demon Cult would be a corner at best, and would simply not be able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the dynasty's revolution.

For the three people who want to do things, such Shuzhong Demon Cult is a waste. However, no matter how trash the Demon Cult in Shuzhong was, it also provided them with shelter.

Because of their previous grievances, they had forged a **** feud with the Nine Faction Alliance. Now they are not only facing the chase of the court, but also the chasing and killing of the decent members.

"Archmaster, this is not the time to be sad. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, we still have to condense the bones of the brothers as soon as possible, and then destroy the nests of the remaining factions.

The Nine factions alliance is deeply ingrained, and we must not leave them a chance to resurrect, lest all previous efforts are lost. "

Glancing at his military division, Nether Crafter nodded: "Well, just do what the military division wants!"

From a simple sentence, you can know that the ghost craftsman now has no fighting spirit. Compared to the prestigious Demon Cult leader, he is now more like a dying old man.

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Huashan Bamboo Forest Courtyard, with the return of the Huashan Seven Sons, it became lively again.

Today is different from the past. With the passage of time, the new generation of Huashan School has grown up, and the important task of sitting in Fujian has been taken over by the younger generation.

As a representative of the older generation, the oldest of the seven Huashan sevens is about to cross the ninety mark, and the youngest is also approaching the eighty birthday, and has long passed the age of trespassing.

After reading the letter in his hand and looking at the group of uninvited guests from Emei, Zhou Qingyun's brows became more and more ugly.

People tend to miss the old days when they are old, and after so many years of ups and downs, friends from the rivers and lakes of the same era have long died seven or eighty-eight.

Suddenly receiving the bad news about the passing of an old friend was a sad thing, and seeing the descendants of these old friends who were crooked, Zhou Qingyun felt even more uncomfortable.

With Zhou Qingyun's current status and status, it is easy to help them rebuild Emei, but after the restoration of Emei, can this group of people be able to defend it?

The arena is a world where the weak and the strong eat the strong. The essence of all problems in the end is to use "strength" to speak.

Relying on the help of outsiders can help for a while, but it can't help for a lifetime.

Judging from Zhou Qingyun's life for most of his life, none of the Emei disciples in front of him can be the leader.

If you just have a weak cultivation base, you can slowly improve; but if your brain is not enough and you lack a sense of responsibility, then you can't help it.

"I understand what your master meant. For the sake of old friends, I will support you to rebuild the Emei School at the right time.

It's just that the Emei school is also a big school that is well known in the arena. With your martial arts, it is purely discrediting the face of the Patriarch Emei.

Now you guys will live in Huashan first and work hard to improve your cultivation. Striving to raise the cultivation base to the first-class realm as soon as possible, six first-class players barely qualified to hang the plaque of Emei. "

I couldn't look at my eyes, and Qingyun last week did not show mercy. Anyway, with his current status in the arena, no one can say wrong with reprimanding the younger generation.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Linghu Chong responded with a smile of joy: "Senior, I am very grateful to Emei!"

Although it is unreliable to do things, Linghu Chong's mind is not stupid. Zhou Qingyun's words with a spear and a stick are clearly urging them to cultivate hard.

If it weren't for really caring, most people wouldn't say such horrible things at all. The Emei faction declined when it fell, and it has nothing to do with Zhou Qingyun.

Even if there is the favor of the ancestors, the big deal is to support them to re-establish Emei, even if the matter is over.

With Zhou Qingyun's current status and status, as long as he opens a mouth, his fellows will give them a bit of face and leave them a few hills in Emei.

Even if the Emei Sect failed to develop later, the people in the arena would only say that the Emei Sect had no successor, but would not say that Zhou Qingyun's help did not help home.

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A good mood is always unsustainable. As soon as Mao Shi arrived, and the sky hadn't brightened, the bronze bell on the mountain hummed.

"Several nephews of the Emei school, it's time for morning class!"

Hearing a voice outside the door, Linghu Chong hurriedly responded: "Okay, we will be there soon."

In the first morning class, a few people didn't want to expose their lazy side and shame the Emei school.

Putting on his clothes hurriedly and opening the door, looking at the dark sky, Ling Hu Chong once thought that the other party was joking.

However, watching the Huashan disciple who kept flying by, proved that this was not a joke, but that the morning class had really begun.

After taking a look at a few people, Xu Buwei couldn't see the happiness and anger and said, "A few master nephews will come with me. Master has ordered that a martial arts training field has been separately divided for you on Yuntai Peak.

There is less traffic there, no one will come to disturb you, and there is no need to worry about being peeked at during martial arts training. "

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Following Xu Buwei's footsteps, several people drove more than 30 miles to reach the foot of Yuntai Peak in the north.

Instead of going to the main peak, he stopped at an unknown hill some distance from the main peak.

When they arrived at the place, several Emei disciples were already panting. Even Linghu Chong, the highest martial artist, was secretly complaining.

But there is no way, the most important view in the martial arts. The nearby hills were all occupied by Huashan disciples, and they had to run a little farther to practice.

After taking a look at a few people, Xu Buwei slowly said, "There are also a few houses with piles of debris here. If a few teachers and nephews don't dislike them, they can move in and avoid the pain of running around all day long.

It's just that, there will be some inconveniences in life. It’s too far away from the cafeteria and you need to make a fire and cook by yourself. "

Linghu Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was only running around once. If they are so tossing about three meals a day, they are really going crazy.

Chong Xu said, "Thank you Uncle Master! I am all martial arts practitioners. A little bit of suffering is not a big deal, and the disciples and others stay here."

After taking a look at a few people, Xu Buwei nodded and said: "Well, if you have any needs in the future, you can come to me, or you can go to Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Zhou...

Master has ordered that we will help you solve any problems, but don't disturb the head. "

Linghu Chong said gratefully, "Thank you, Master Xu, for your advice!"

Even if they didn't remind them, they didn't dare to harass Li Mu. The name of the Congenital Grandmaster is too big to be touched by ordinary people in the rivers and lakes.

After Xu Buwei left, the expressions of the few people relaxed. The little junior girl with the liveliest personality first complained:

"Big brother, the rules of the Huashan School are really strong. I have to get up early in the morning for morning classes, and I don't make people sleep well!"

Linghu Chong was taken aback for a moment, and deep in his heart was already sinking into memories. Once upon a time, the Emei School had the same strict rules.

When he first started, Emei disciples also started morning classes at this hour. Only after an attack, the Emei faction began to decline from prosperity.

More and more elders and brothers from the same sect have fallen in disputes between the rivers and lakes. In the later stage, the Golden Light Master was left alone to support it, and it was simply too busy.

Linghu Chong, who was supposed to lead everyone in the morning class, is a famous truant himself. With the passage of time, the morning classes of the Emei School gradually became memories.

Glancing at the girl, Linghu Chong said in an angry tone: "Junior sister, don't complain. You think it is good to be the No. 1 school in the world. If the rules are not strict, how can the Huashan school be able to produce talents in large numbers?

Master has entrusted us with the important task of rebuilding Emei, and we will also work hard together in the future to strive for an early breakthrough to the first-class realm. "

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Talk about it, do it. Without restraint, how can Linghu Chong calm down?

Especially when there is no wine on the Huashan Mountain!

Since the high-level Huashan faction became obsessed with monasticism, the Huashan disciples ushered in the most prohibitive order to drink alcohol. No one can find a drop of wine in the Huashan School of Nuovo.

How could Young Master Linghu, who prides himself on being a fairy in the wine, be able to bear it?

After less than three days, Linghu Chong, who couldn't stand the alcohol addiction, went down to Huashan. Just as he was about to enter the restaurant to relieve his greed, his dry pockets restrained him from moving forward.

The famous disciple ate Bawang wine, but Linghuchong still couldn't do it. Especially if he is still a guest now, if a dispute arises and is seen by a disciple of Huashan, then he will be embarrassed to see people.

Watching the guests sipping on and off, Linghu licked his tongue, and was about to turn away, only to hear a voice behind him: "Since my friend is here, why not come in and swig?"

Looking at the direction of the sound, a man in his 50s and 60s was holding a bowl and drinking.

Poor vanity made Linghu Chong calm down forcibly, and the man arched his hands and said, "Thank you for the kindness of this friend. Linghu Chong has important matters, so it is really inconvenient to stay longer."

However, how can such a blunt rejection be kept from the eyes of Lao Jianghu? I saw the big bearded man pointing his hand at the wine jar, and laughed loudly: "So you are Linghu Chong. What a pity, what a pity!"

It seems to be regretful, but in fact it is exciting. Lao Jianghu can see the trick at a glance, but Linghu Chong, who is on the brain of the wine bug, did not think so much at all.

Immediately replied: "What a pity? My Linghu rushed righteously and did it well, asking myself to be ashamed!"

The big bearded man smiled more happily, and only after a long time did he speak: "It's a good one who has a clear heart. Just say this, and it will be a confession!"

After finishing talking, fill yourself a bowl and drank it in one go. Immediately after that, another bowl was added, and the thumb and index finger moved slightly, and the bowl filled with wine flew towards Linghuchong smoothly.

At this moment, Linghu Chong, who was on the head of the wine worm, had completely forgotten the unhappiness before, and took the bowl and drank it in one fell swoop.

Immediately afterwards, without mentioning the matter of leaving, he immediately walked to the opposite side of the bearded man, sat down, and arched his hands at the other party:

"Thank you for this Xiongtai wine, Linghu Chong thanked you here!"

As if he had eaten Linghu Chong, his beard and beard were not nonsense, and he filled two bowls of wine directly, and said carelessly: "Come on, let's get another bowl of wine!"

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