Clearly, Wang Xu understood Hei Bo's unspoken meaning. He smiled faintly, looked up at Hei Bo, and said, "Strike first to gain the upper hand; if you strike later, you will be at the mercy of others. Therefore, I think..."
As he spoke, a glimmer of light gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Reorganize the Daqian Pavilion."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Hei was slightly startled.
He had personally witnessed the glory days of Daqian Pavilion.
As a force formed by the union of all forces in the vast world, its sphere of influence is self-evident.
However, this had a huge drawback: during peacetime, the power of the Daqian Pavilion could not be demonstrated, so it automatically disbanded.
In the blink of an eye, it has been dissolved for thousands of years.
In other words, after thousands of years, that Blackie has almost forgotten what it feels like to be filled with hot blood.
"But...where is Jing Mu?"
Jing Mu, the Pavilion Master of the Great Thousand Pavilion, was elected by the crowd. As the Pavilion Master of the Great Thousand Pavilion, his status can be described as extremely high.
However, with the disbandment of Daqian Pavilion, Jing Mu went into seclusion in the mountains. It is said that someone saw him fishing in the East Sea and once caught a sea beast of the Spirit Emperor level, which can be described as powerful.
"I will go to find him."
Wang Xu said.
If you want to take the initiative, then the first thing you need to do is find the previous Pavilion Master, Jing Mu.
After all, in the Kyushu Continent where people are not united, only by bringing back the original team can there be a chance to rebuild the Great Thousand Pavilion.
Of course, no matter how slim the chance was, he had to seize it.
After all, if the threat of the extraterrestrial demons could be completely eliminated before the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it would undoubtedly lay a solid foundation for the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Of course, Zhou Mu still needs to take the lead in this, but Wang Xu can do it for him. After all, as the chief planner in the rear, Wang Xu has to take everything into consideration.
This includes some uncontrollable and destabilizing factors.
Night
rainforest
The torrential rain poured down, as if the distant Milky Way were locking onto the ground.
In the middle of a bamboo forest, there is a small thatched hut.
Inside the thatched hut, an old man with a full beard sat on a dilapidated bed. Although he was resting, his eyes were not closed, and a faint glimmer of lightning was reflected in his dark pupils.
After a long while, he slowly exhaled, and a faint thunderclap filled the air.
A pale blue light always surrounded it, and no matter how heavy the rain was outside, not a single sound could be heard inside.
This is quite strange.
However, the old man seemed unfazed and didn't react much. He opened his eyes, but instead of smiling as usual, he felt a sense of comfort in his body and mind, as if his energy had been completely released.
His face showed a solemn expression. He slowly walked to the window frame and, through the gloomy, torrential rain, seemed to see the future of the Nine Provinces Continent. He couldn't help but sigh deeply and said, "The Great Thousand Pavilion is doomed, the Great Thousand World is doomed."
After uttering those two complaints, he abruptly went back to rest. Soon, he fell into a deep sleep, and soft snoring filled the air.
Just then, in the pitch black, Jing Mu suddenly sat up straight, his eyes snapping open, a cold glint flashing in his dark gaze. He curled the corners of his lips into a smile, "Finally here, huh... or rather..."
Then, he closed his eyes to rest.
Soon, the faint snoring sound started again.
However, in the darkness, a figure slowly appeared. After appearing, he did not speak, but stood in front of Jing Mu and stared at the latter's sleeping face for a while before slowly extending his palm.
He had thought that Jing Mu would wake up when he was still half a foot away, but he did not expect that even when he felt the bearded face on his palm, the sleeping man remained oblivious and did not react at all.
Wang Xu's brows furrowed suddenly, and his breathing became heavier. "It's only been a few thousand years since we last met, and you've become like this?"
Letting one's guard down, to some extent, is the irreversible damage caused by one's own aging. If it were before, Jing Mu would have been awakened the moment he appeared, and would have reacted immediately.
Now that he has already placed his hand on it, if he were holding a knife, Jing Mu would already be a dead man under his blade.
A hint of melancholy flickered in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Feeling sentimental again?"
A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar suddenly came from behind him.
Wang Xu was startled and quickly turned his head to look. He then saw a person standing quietly under the moonlight. If he looked closely, he would be surprised to find that this old man was exactly the same as the old man on the bed.
“I knew it. If you’re this slow, then there’s no point in you coming out of seclusion.”
Wang Xu chuckled and said.
Jing Mu didn't reply. With a wave of his hand, a powerful force surged out, enveloping his entire body in a short instant, radiating a milky white halo. At this moment, the room was brightly lit, revealing some simple furniture.
"Want to make a move?"
Seeing this, Wang Xu smiled faintly.
"It's been a long time since we've had any action. I'd like to have a good, thorough fight with you and loosen up my muscles. I just don't know if your old bones can still handle it," Jing Mu said with a faint smile.
A sharp edge quietly solidified in his dark eyes.
Wang Xu, not to be outdone, chuckled lightly, and a folding fan suddenly appeared in his palm, exuding the air of a scholar-general.
With a wave of his hand, the folding fan spread out, like sharp swords floating to the left and right.
"out!"
With a soft shout from Wang Xu, countless sharp swords flew out in the next instant.
Seeing this, Jing Mu slightly exhaled a wisp of turbid air, and then stepped forward, his powerful aura surging out inch by inch, pressing down with an unparalleled force.
boom
The moment the two attacks collided, they undoubtedly produced a clanging sound, but the sharp edge vanished in an instant.
The intense light was slowly fading away.
Visible, violent tremors suddenly swept outwards, and in an instant, everything around was razed to the ground, and the vast bamboo forest gradually turned into dust.
The two fought back and forth for hundreds of rounds, their battle earth-shattering, yet neither could gain the upper hand. The nearby ground, however, was left ravaged, as if it had survived a cataclysmic geological disaster.
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