The atmosphere in the camp became increasingly silent.

Li Xiaofei's expression was indifferent, still calm.

The third day.

Three red suns rise in the east, and the morning sun is like blood stain.

Li Xiaofei appeared on the giant rock on time, sat cross-legged, bathed in golden eyes, and began to preach.

There are fewer people today.

But Li Yiyun couldn't get angry anymore.

He was just silent, his expression gloomy, very scary.

One day passes quickly.

When the sun set in the west, Li Xiaofei's sermon ended.

He opened his eyes and looked at the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine adoring and enthusiastic faces around him, with a smile on his face.

"Everyone, I have been teaching scriptures and preaching to this day, and all my lessons have been completed. Everything that needs to be said and can be taught has been taught to you."

"Tomorrow, I will go up the mountain."

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"If you follow me for just one moment, you can't be considered a master and disciple. You don't have such a status, so you don't need to follow me up the mountain to take risks."

"Let's all disperse before sunset."

"If you really want to repay me, then pass on my teachings and skills. Don't be self-conscious and don't have any sectarian views."

"In this dark galaxy, our human race is in an unfavorable situation and is in danger. We must unite completely and everyone is like a dragon to have a chance of survival."

"Preach me the high road."

"Protect my compatriots."

"Just remember these eight words and you'll be fine."

"You...go."

After Li Xiaofei finished speaking, he turned and left.

Everyone around was left looking at each other in confusion.

Some people heard the hidden meaning in Li Xiaofei's words.

Galaxy people?

What is this concept?

Decline?

Danger?

Where to start with this.

Although they didn't quite understand the meaning of Li Xiaofei's words, a sudden sense of crisis made them feel even heavier.

silence.

After a moment of silence.

Someone yelled and made a sound.

"I do not go."

"If I don't leave, I want to follow my teacher and climb mountains together."

"Mountain climbing."

"But the teacher said that he wants us to pass on his message. If we all die on Halloween Mountain, how can we preach?"

"Yes, if something unexpected happens to the teacher, how can the Immortal Sect let us go? How can they allow the teacher's traditions to spread all over the world?"

"At this time, we should unite as one, follow the teacher, move forward bravely, and conquer the sky."

"Someone must go up the mountain, and someone must leave to pass on the teacher's path."

"Let's draw lots or draw lots."

"Okay, let's do it."

"Whether he leaves or stays, he is an upright hero."

Everyone was discussing intensely and their blood was boiling.

Li Yiyun's face finally showed a smile again.

He just felt his blood boiling, and the fire in his heart burned again. He finally found a like-minded partner. From then on, he shared life and death together.

Everyone was discussing in full swing.

Then the drawing of lots begins.

Suddenly, a bird chirped in the distance.

The giant white bird pierced the sky, like a white lightning, flying towards the camp.

"That is... the sacred bird of the Song Dynasty royal family, the 'White Crane'."

Kou Zhengyang recognized it at a glance.

Li Yiyun snorted coldly and said, "Why are the royal family here again? Just leave secretly. Do they have to come and pretend to be here? If you become a bitch, you still have to erect an archway?"

Yang Zhao quickly pulled him.

No matter what, we are all the subjects of Emperor Song.

Li Yiyun snorted coldly.

He now has great opinions on the imperial court.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the sacred bird White Crane landed in the camp.

A man jumped down from above.

This man was wearing a coarse cloth gown, cloth shoes, and carried two swords behind his back. He was slightly fat, with fair skin, and looked majestic and kind.

Surprisingly, it was none other than Song Emperor Zhao Kuangren.

Everyone was surprised.

Why is he back again?

"What are you doing back here?"

Li Yiyun looked cold and stepped forward to stop him, saying very rudely, "Master doesn't want to see you. You go back and sit on your throne and enjoy your glory and wealth."

"Second brother, don't be rude."

Kou Zhengyang hurriedly stepped forward, pulled Li Yiyun behind him, and then sent Song Emperor Zhao Kuangren to salute, saying, "Your Majesty, this is a place of right and wrong. Since you have left, you should not get involved in this dispute again."

He can somewhat understand Zhao Kuangren.

As the king of a country, you must consider the interests of your ancestors and the people in your country. You must not act based on your own likes and dislikes, and you must not act emotionally.

Sometimes, identity determines the force field.

No matter what is right or wrong.

Zhao Kuangren held up his hands, bowed, bowed deeply to Kou Zhengyang and Li Yiyun, and said, "Greetings to the two senior brothers."

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

Kou Zhengyang was startled and quickly moved away.

After all, he was a minister of the Song Dynasty, how could he accept the king's worship directly?

Zhao Kuangren said seriously, "I am no longer the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. I am just a commoner now. Senior brother, just accept my worship with peace of mind. There is no need to worry about anything else."

What?

When everyone heard this, they all looked at each other.

At this time, Li Xiaofei walked out of the tent.

"You abdicated the throne?"

He looked at the fair and slightly fat middle-aged man in front of him, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Zhao Kuangren knelt down and bowed to Li Xiaofei.

"Disciple pays homage to master."

He bowed to the end and said loudly, "The disciple left earlier not because of greed for life and fear of death, but because of the disciple's identity at that time, which caused many inconveniences. The disciple returned to Bianjing, passed the throne to the prince, and then entered the ancestral temple to eliminate the Zhao family.

The identity of the disciple has completely separated from the Zhao royal family. Now, he is no longer the emperor of the Song Dynasty, nor a member of the royal family. The disciple is now just a disciple beside the master, willing to follow the master and never leave."

These words echoed sonorously in the camp.

Everyone's faces showed shock.
To be continued...