The weather gradually faded, and the battle that lasted for a day was coming to an end.

Under the setting sun, the blood-red earth, coupled with the mountains and fields, is full of broken arms and limbs, as if it has brought people into the blood pool hell.

As the winner of the war, there are only less than 300 demons left in Shu at this moment. Even the thirteen demons in Shu, who are famous, are now only seven.

After looking at the few remaining brothers, he glanced at the remaining disciples of the sect, and the underworld craftsman who had half his life left, tears couldn't help but fall.

The blood-sea hatred will be repaid once, but the price paid is too heavy. The main force of the Nine Sects Alliance was destroyed, but the remaining power of the enemy is still quite large.

According to the current situation, I guess that if I have dealt with the remaining enemies, there are not many people left in the Demon Sect in Shu.

However, no one said anything to give up. The Demon Sect in Shu itself was born for hatred, and it is no big deal to die for hatred now.

The Thirteen Demons in Shu are not ambitious masters. Although this scene in front of them makes them cry, for the church members who are deeply hatred of blood, dying on the road to revenge may be a relief.

The only thing that was unhappy was about three military advisors. According to their prior arrangement, as long as the enemy was left with a way to escape, the Shuzhong Demon Sect would not suffer such heavy losses at all.

Unfortunately, the Thirteen Demons who were blinded by hatred were all over their minds to seek "revenge" from the enemy, and they were not willing to leave a glimmer of hope for the enemy.

After cutting off the retreat, the Nine Sects Alliance could only fight to the end. Although it was not as hard as the Demon Sect in Shu, they would also be able to bury people if they were forced into trouble.

The ending of both sides was broken, which made the three of them want to rely on the power of the Demon Sect in Shu to stir up the world's turmoil.

Without the stimulation of hatred and ambition, such a Shuzhong Demon Cult will be at most a part of the corner and will not be able to bear the heavy responsibility of the dynasty to redeem the dynasty.

For the three people who want to cause trouble, such a Shuzhong Demon Cult is a waste. However, no matter how useless the Shuzhong Demon Cult is, it provides them with shelter.

Because of the previous grudges, they formed a bloody feud with the Nine Sects Alliance. Now they are not only facing pursuit from the court, but also facing pursuit from the prestigious and upright sects.

"The Master of the Great Sect, it is not a time to be sad. In order to avoid the long nights and dreams, we should restrain the bones of our brothers as soon as possible and then destroy the lairs of the remaining factions.

The Nine Sects Alliance is deeply rooted, so we must not leave them a chance to recover, so as not to waste all our efforts.”

After glanced at his military advisor, the Netherworld Sword nodded: "Well, just do as the military advisor wishes!"

From a simple sentence, we can see that the Netherworldly craftsman now has no fighting spirit. Compared to the famous leader of the Demon Sect, he is now more like an old man in his twilight years.

...

The Huashan Bamboo Forest Courtyard has become lively again with the return of the Qizi of Huashan.

Today is different from the past. As time goes by, the new generation of the Huashan School has grown up, and the important task of taking over Fujian has been taken over by the younger generation.

As a representative figure of the older generation, the oldest among the seven sons in Huashan is about to pass the ninety mark, and the youngest is approaching the 80th birthday, and he has long passed the age of exploring the world.

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

People tend to be nostalgic when they get older. After so many years of ups and downs, their friends in the world of the world have long died.

Suddenly receiving bad news about the death of an old friend, which was a sad thing. When Zhou Qingyun saw the descendants of the old friend, the group of crooked descendants, he felt even more uncomfortable.

With Zhou Qingyun's current status, it is easy to help them rebuild Emei, but can these people in front of them be able to defend after rebuilding Emei?

The world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. In the end, the essence of all problems is always spoken with "strength".

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

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

If you are simply weak in cultivation, you can improve slowly; but if you don’t have enough brains and lack a sense of responsibility, then there is nothing you can do.

"I understand what your master means. For the sake of old friends, I will support you in rebuilding the Emei Sect at the right time.

However, the Emei Sect is also a well-known sect in the world. With your martial arts skills, you are simply slandering the Emei ancestors.

Now you stay in Huashan first and work hard to improve your cultivation. Try to improve your cultivation to the first-class realm as soon as possible. The six first-class experts are barely qualified to hang the plaque of Emei."

He looked down on him and Zhou Qingyun showed no mercy last time. Anyway, with his current status in the world, no one can say that it is wrong to scold his younger generation.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Linghu Chong responded happily: "Senior, I am very grateful to you!"

Although it is not reliable to do things, Linghu Chong is not stupid. If Zhou Qingyun holds a gun and a stick, it is clearly urging them to work hard to practice.

If it weren't for the real concern, most people wouldn't say such a bad thing at all. The Emei Sect would decline and it would have nothing to do with Zhou Qingyun.

Even if there are favors from our ancestors, at most they can support them in reinstatement of Emei, and even if the matter is over.

With Zhou Qingyun's current status, as long as he opens his mouth, his fellow workers in the world will give them some face and leave them a few mountains in Emei.

Even if the Emei Sect cannot develop later, people in the world will only say that the Emei Sect has no successor, and will not say that Zhou Qingyun has helped her.

...

A good mood is always difficult to sustain. As soon as the hour of Mao came, the sky was still bright, and the bronze bell on the mountain started to buzz.

"There are several nephews from the Emei Sect, it's time for morning class!"

Hearing the sound outside the door, Linghu Chong hurriedly responded: "Okay, we'll be here soon."

In the first morning class, the few people didn’t want to expose their lazy side, which would embarrass the Emei School.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and opened the door. Looking at the dark sky, Linghu Chong once thought the other party was joking.

However, looking at the Huashan disciples who kept flying by, it proved that this was not a joke, but that the morning class really began.

After looking at the few people, Xu Buwei said with joy and anger: "Several nephews come with me. The master has given instructions to divide a martial arts training ground for you on Yuntai Peak.

There are fewer people there, so no one will come to disturb you. There is no need to worry about being peeked when practicing martial arts.”

...

Following Xu Buwei's footsteps, the few people used their light skills to rush for more than 30 miles before they arrived at the foot of Yuntai Peak in the north.

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

When they arrived at the place, several Emei disciples were already panting. Even Linghu Chong, who was the most skilled in martial arts, was still complaining secretly.

But there is no way, the most important gateway in the martial arts world. The nearby hills were occupied by Huashan disciples, so they had to go a little further if they wanted to practice.

After looking at the few people, Xu Buwei said slowly: "There are also several houses piled up with miscellaneous items here. If the junior nephews don't dislike them, they can move here to avoid the pain of running around all day.

But this will make life inconvenient. It’s too far from the canteen, so you need to make a fire and cook yourself.”

Hearing that he had only been running around this once, Linghu Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If they had to make such a fuss in three meals a day, they would really be crazy.

He bowed to Xu Buwei and said, "Thank you, uncle! We are all martial arts practitioners, and some suffering is nothing. Disciples and others will stay here."

After looking 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...

The master has given instructions. If you have any trouble, we will help you solve it, but don’t bother the leader.”

Linghu Chong said gratefully: "Thank you, Uncle Xu for his advice!"

Even if they didn't remind them, they wouldn't dare to harass Li Mu. The innate master was too famous, so big that ordinary people in the world dared not touch him.

After Xu Buwei left, the expressions of the few people relaxed. The youngest junior sister with the most lively personality took the lead in complaining:

"Senior Brother, the rules of the Huashan School are really amazing. You have to get up early in the morning for morning classes, so you don't let you sleep well!"

Linghu Chong was slightly stunned, and he was already in memories deep down. Once upon a time, the rules of the Emei Sect were as strict.

When he first started, Emei disciples also started morning classes at this time. However, after an attack, the Emei Sect began to decline from prosperity.

More and more elders and fellow disciples fell down in the disputes between the world. In the later stage, Master Jin Guang was left alone to support him and he was too busy to do so.

Linghu Chong, who should have led everyone to carry out morning classes, was a famous skipping classmate. As time passed, the Emei School's morning classes gradually became memories.

Glazed at the girl, Linghu Chong said angrily: "Junior sister, don't complain. Do you think the world's number one sect is easy to be. If the rules are not strict, how can the Huashan sect produce many talents?

Master has given us the important task of rebuilding Emei, and we will work hard together in the future to strive to break through to the first-class realm as soon as possible.”

...

No matter how you say it, no matter how you do it. How can Linghu Chong calm down without constraints?

Especially on this Huashan Mountain, there is no wine yet!

Since the senior officials of the Huashan Sect became fascinated by the Taoist practice, Huashan disciples have ushered in the most prohibited order. The huge Huashan Sect cannot find a drop of wine.

How could this make Young Hero Linghu, who claims to be a fairy in wine, tolerate this?

After less than three days of perseverance, Linghu Chong, who could not stand the addiction to alcohol, went down to Huashan. He was about to enter the restaurant to satisfy his craving, but his shriveled waist bag restrained his progress.

Linghu Chong still couldn't do it when a famous disciple ate the king's wine. Especially when he is still a guest, if there is a dispute and is seen by the disciples of Huashan, he will be shameless to see others.

Watching the guests coming and going, Linghu Chong licked his tongue and was about to turn around and leave, only a voice sounded behind him: "Since my friend is here, why not come in and drink it?"

Looking at the direction of the sound, a man in his fifties and sixties was holding a bowl for a drink.

The poor vanity made Linghu Chong feel compelled to calm down, and bowed to the man and said, "Thank you for your kindness. Linghu Chong has important things to do, so it's really inconvenient to stay more."

However, how could such a stiff rejection be hidden from the old Jianghu's eyes? The bearded man pointed his hand at the wine jar and laughed: "It turns out that you are Linghu Chong, what a pity!"

It seems to be a pity, but it is actually exciting. A trick that the old man can see at a glance, but Linghu Chong, who is in the brain of the wine worm, doesn't think so much at all.

I immediately responded, "What a pity? I, Linghu Chong, acted correctly and did it well, and I felt guilty!"

The bearded man smiled even more happily, and after a while, he spoke: "What a shame, just say this to be a big deal!"

After saying that, he filled himself with a bowl and drank it all in one go. Then he added another bowl, his thumb and index finger slightly moved, and the bowl filled with wine flew towards Linghu Chong in a steady manner.

At this moment, Linghu Chong, who was in the brain of the wine worm, had completely forgotten the previous unhappiness. He took the bowl and drank it all.

Then he didn't mention leaving, and immediately walked to the opposite side of the bearded man, sat down, and bowed to the other party:

"Thank you for your wine from this brother. Linghu Chong thanked me here!"

It seemed as if he had eaten Linghu Chong, and the bearded man didn't talk nonsense. He just filled two bowls of wine and said carelessly: "Come on, let's have another bowl of wine!"
Chapter completed!