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Du Heng's hands were itching, he wanted to pick up Wonton and beat him up, but when he saw Wonton tilting his head and crying innocently, he couldn't bear to do it. Du Heng, who was in a headache, looked at Wen Qiong. Wen Qiong was no longer as lively as before, now she looked very pitiful with a sad face.
Du Heng also felt sorry for him. He thought he had found a master and would have someone to lean on in the future. Looking at Wen Qiong's strong arms and legs, he felt so safe. However, he never dreamed that his master's master was himself!
What is going on?
Feng Gui laughed too wildly, and Du Heng couldn't stand it any longer: "Xixi, can you restrain yourself a little?" Feng Gui said seriously: "No."
God knows how long he has been looking forward to this day. Long, long ago, Feng Gui and Jing Nan had accused Xuan Yu countless times. However, Qing Heng was blind. He thought Xuan Yu was the most pitiful and innocent little dragon in the world. Only others bullied Xuan Yu, and Xuan Yu would never bully others. Isn't this a slap in the face?
Wen Qiong looked at Du Heng aggrievedly: "Master..." Du Heng also looked at Wen Qiong innocently: "Master..."
Feng Gui’s smiling image was completely gone. He pounded the table: “Hahahaha!!!”
Du Heng couldn't help it. He took out a peanut from his sleeve and flicked it at Feng Gui's forehead: "Stop laughing. You guys caused this. You have to take responsibility for it."
Feng Gui simply threw away his hands and said, "Ask Xiaoyu about this matter. I know nothing about it."
As they were talking, Xuan Yu unexpectedly came back, followed by the tall and strong Zhou brothers. As soon as he entered the door, Du Heng shouted: "Xiao Yu, tell me what to do! You caused this!"
Xuan Yu looked at Du Heng calmly: "What happened?" At this time, he was still pretending to be stupid! This is really outrageous!
Seeing that Du Heng was about to lose his temper, Xuan Yu smiled faintly: "If you were the cook Du Heng, you would naturally be Wen Qiong's disciple. But now that you have recovered your memory, you are naturally Wen Qiong's master."
Du Heng also knew this truth, but he had been used to being idle since he started practicing. Not to mention being the leader of a sect, even if he was asked to lead Wen Qiong, he didn't know how to lead her. Now that such a big sect was falling on him, how could he withstand it?
Xuan Yu was well aware of Du Heng's worries: "Generally speaking, the ancestors of a sect are hands-off managers. If you don't believe me, look at Ye Wenqiu." Ye Wenqiu usually doesn't take care of things. He leaves everything to Ji Qingyan. Unless Ji Qingyan is unable to make a decision, Ye Wenqiu will help with advice.
Xuan Yu comforted him, "You only have a vague understanding of Dingkun Sect, and now you are just a nominal member. Xiao Qiong will handle any problems, so you don't have to worry about this. If you still feel that something is wrong, then it means that you are not satisfied with Wen Qiong as your disciple."
Du Heng waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, I'm very satisfied."
What a joke, a disciple who fell from the sky, Wen Qiong, has a firm heart and solid cultivation, and single-handedly supports the entire Dingkun Sect. With such a disciple, how could Du Heng be dissatisfied? !
Xuan Yu said: "Then you think that my arrangement was wrong. At that time, I thought that Wen Qiong had the ability to practice your magic. You are no longer here, and the three of us are unable to practice your skills due to our own reasons. I don't want to see your things lost, so I resorted to this last resort."
Xuan Yu's expression was sincere, and his voice was filled with sadness. Listening to his voice, Du Heng could think of his heartache that day. Du Heng's heart softened: "Xiao Yu..."
Xuan Yu looked at Du Heng seriously and said, "When I asked you to worship Wen Qiong as your master, it was not what Xixi said. Wen Qiong knows the most about the endless cycle of life, and no one else in the world can teach you except her. Moreover, Wen Qiong is very smart and has great perseverance. You are lazy by nature, and the three of us are reluctant to take action against you. If we don't find someone to supervise you, you will be lazy and slack. After thinking about it, I think Wen Qiong is the most suitable person to teach you."
Xuan Yu said guiltily: "If you think what I did was wrong, you can beat me, as long as you calm down. And Xiao Qiong, if you think there is something wrong with my approach, don't show me mercy."
Xuan Yu had said this, and Du Heng's anger had long since dissipated. At this moment, he only felt guilty towards Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, I misunderstood you..."
Wen Qiong lowered her hands. She felt like she was making a big fuss. "I don't dare. This life of Wen Qiong was given by Long Jun. There is nothing wrong with Long Jun's ideas and actions."
Feng Gui fell backwards in anger: "You try that again!"
Feng Gui was so angry that he couldn't bear to watch what happened next. He decided to save some energy to complain to Nan Nan about Xiaoyu's bad behavior.
So Du Heng went from being Wen Qiong's disciple to the patriarch of Dingkun Sect. After accepting this setting, he actually found it quite exciting!
Du Heng said to Wen Qiong earnestly, "Xiao Qiong, why are you wearing so plain clothes today? It's not like you."
Wen Qiong sighed, "I'm just worried that I'm too outgoing and will disgust the master. When I was his disciple, you dared to be angry but didn't dare to say anything. Now that you're the master, you can beat me up, right?"
Du Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Am I such an unreliable person in your heart?" He just felt a little regretful. The master and senior brothers and sisters he had finally gotten became his apprentice and disciples before he could even get comfortable with them.
The most depressed person among this group of people might be the fifth disciple Mu Qian. The last time he saw Du Heng, Du Heng was still Daoist Fellow Du. This time, Du Heng had become the ancestor. He didn't even hear Du Heng call him "senior brother", which was really sad.
He Jianing also felt a little regretful: "It was so rare that I chose a cave for my junior brother, but I didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to use it." Of course, the sect's ancestor had to live in the best mountain. The cave that He Jianing found was no longer worthy of Du Heng.
However, when Du Heng heard this, he immediately became alert: "I'll stay! Xiao Qiong doesn't have to move. After the Ten Thousand Sects Conference, Xiao Yu and I will go to the demon world to deal with some things. Even if we return to Dingkun Sect, we will only stay for a short time."
Wen Qiong nodded: "Whatever the master says is what it is." It's a pity that I can't order Du Heng around with peace of mind in the future.
But Du Heng couldn't be more considerate. He remembered all of Wen Qiong's preferences. He pointed to the vegetable patch at the door and said, "I've left three of the best-looking cucumbers for you and Yuanyuan Jianing. What do you want for lunch? I'll make it."
Wen Qiong was overjoyed: "Master..." It was great. Although she lost a hardworking disciple, she gained a considerate master. Thinking about it this way, it was not a loss!
At lunch time, Ye Wenqiu and Ji Qingyan came over to tell everyone that the forbidden area of Shenxu Palace was about to be opened. Tomorrow morning, everyone could go to the forbidden area together to retrieve Xuan Yu's natal spirit sword.
Under the orange-yellow night pearl, Du Heng was filling the wine he brewed into a jade bottle. Unlike his usual relaxed and cheerful demeanor, his movements of filling the wine could be considered pious.
Xuan Yu's footsteps still startled Du Heng. Du Heng tilted his head and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, did I wake you up?" Xuan Yu hugged Du Heng from behind: "Why are you pretending to be drunk at this time?"
Du Heng smiled bitterly: "I heard from the disciples of Shenxu Palace before that Wuwang was buried in the sect's forbidden land. When I heard it before, I felt like I was listening to someone else's story, but now when I think about it, it feels very heavy."
Wuwang Jianzun was one of the few friends of Saint Qingheng. When Qingheng was still a hungry and hungry cultivator, Wuwang never despised him. In fact, Qingheng had many treasures, which were all given to him by Wuwang. Even when Xiaoyu and the others wanted to practice, Wuwang secretly opened the library of Shenxu Palace and let them in.
Du Heng put the jade bottle in the food box, and put a few dishes in it. Du Heng suddenly thought of a question: "Xiaoyu, do you still remember Wuwang? At that time, you really disliked him and rolled your eyes at him every time you saw him."
Xuan Yu chuckled and said, "I was too young at that time, so I don't remember it clearly."
Du Heng said with emotion: "Wuwang was so good to me. At that time, you three were starving and I was useless, so Wuwang found ways to help me. I thought he could ascend smoothly, but I didn't expect that he would die."
As Du Heng put food into the food box, he kept mumbling, "Wuwang just loves wine. He is addicted to it and has been punished by his master for it. At that time, he told me that if I could drink the best wine in the world in this life, I would wake up with a smile even if I died."
Xuan Yu sat at the table, propping up his chin and watching Du Heng busying around. Du Heng sighed, "Ten thousand years is too long. I don't know if Wu Wang will drink the best wine in the world after I die. I have nothing else to offer him. If he knows about this in the afterlife, I hope he can try the wine I brewed."
Xuan Yu looked at Du Heng deeply. He really felt bad for Du Heng. Even though he was a simple and happy cook, he still missed his parents at home. Moreover, he had recovered his memory now. How could he feel good when he saw his former best friend sleeping in the ground?
The next morning, the heads and elders of all the major sects gathered at Shenhua Peak. In the past, Du Heng would be among the crowd watching the leaders' passionate speeches, but now he was standing in the front row. Looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces around him, Du Heng was filled with emotion.
The first thing to talk about is Shenxu Palace. The second elder Su Zhan and the fourth elder Jiang Shangzhou of Shenxu Palace were exposed for killing their fellow disciples. Su Zhan blew himself up, and Jiang Shangzhou went to the Punishment Hall after he came out. The person who replaced Su Zhan was a cultivator from the Punishment Hall of Shenzao Peak. Originally, everyone tacitly accepted that this position belonged to Tai Shuhong. However, who could have thought that Su Zhan would be so cruel as to attack Tai Shuhong, who he had raised?
Now, Tai Shuhong was favored by Feng Jun, and Feng Jun directly accepted Tai Shuhong under his command. Shenxu Palace lost three brave generals, and the monks stood there with a bit of dust on their faces.
If the cultivators of Shenxu Palace were covered in dirt and dust, the cultivators of Tianyi Sect would be too embarrassed to see anyone.
What Wang Muye did directly pushed the cultivators of Tianyi Sect to the forefront. After the events in the ruins were exposed, the cultivators of Tianyi Sect were pointed at wherever they went.
The monks of Tianyi Sect were divided into two groups. One group wanted to roll back to the sect and wait until the storm was over before coming out again. The other group did not think so. They felt that the sect leader had done something wrong and the sect disciples had the responsibility to bear it. Wang Muye's disciple Wen Tingzhi stood up with his Jindan cultivation and took all the insults against his master.
Du Heng looked at Wen Tingzhi standing in front of the sparsely packed Tianyi Sect monks with some admiration. He then looked at Mu Qian standing behind Wen Qiong.
The same monks of high moral character encountered in Dongji Mountain had such different futures and destinies.
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Just as Du Heng was daydreaming, Ji Qingyan stood in front of the Zhengyang Palace and bowed to the monks: "The forbidden area of Shenxu Palace will be open for one hour. During this hour, fellow Taoists who enter the ruins can look for their own opportunities."
The forbidden area of Shenxu Palace not only contains the tombs of past masters, but also the spirit swords left by the monks who died over the years. The spirit swords are piled up into a mountain, and some of them even have sword spirits.
Sword cultivators in the world of cultivation all want to take a stroll in the sword tomb of Shenxu Palace. If they can come across a sword with a sword spirit that recognizes it as its master, their cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds.
However, the sword tomb of the Shenxu Palace is not something that can be entered easily. If there are no monks from the sect to protect it, anyone with lower cultivation level who enters will probably be injured by the eerie sword energy.
After Ji Qingyan finished speaking, eighteen Nascent Soul cultivators walked out from behind him. The cultivators were of similar height, and their sword-wielding movements were in unison. They flew up and stood in a circle in the air.
The monks' swords exuded golden spiritual energy, and they all swung their swords at the center. In an instant, the dazzling golden light gathered at one point, which kept getting bigger and bigger, and then turned into a golden sphere with a diameter of one foot.
The sphere gradually expanded and eventually turned into a spiritual energy ring with a diameter of ten feet. The middle of the spiritual energy ring was surrounded by mist, making it difficult to see what was inside.
Seeing this scene, some monks who came out of the Wanzong ruins were haunted again. They whispered, "Could the forbidden area of Shenxu Palace lead to some ruins again?" "If that's the case, I won't go in."
However, Du Heng saw at a glance that this was just a teleportation array, and the other end of the teleportation array should be somewhere in Shenxu Palace. Xuan Yu and the others turned their heads to look at Du Heng, and Du Heng nodded: "Let's go."
Feng Gui and the others flew into the aura ring without looking back, and the mist engulfed their figures. Seeing the demon god so calm, the monks also calmed down. They had never heard that the ruins of Shenxu Palace would swallow people, so they believed in Shenxu Palace again!
Du Heng plunged into the fog, which blocked the spiritual energy of the monks, making them unable to tell east, west, south, and north. Du Heng felt his hand being held by Xuan Yu, and the cool body temperature came over him. Du Heng couldn't help but laugh: "Xiao Yu still thinks I'm a weak person."
Xuan Yu's face was not very clear in the mist, but his voice was very clear. Xuan Yu said: "It's not that I look down on you, but holding your hand, I feel at ease."
Du Heng's eyes narrowed into two slits as he laughed: "Yeah!"
The mist soon dissipated, and a mountain appeared in front of Du Heng and the others. A mountain made up of various spiritual swords. Some of these swords were sharp, some were rusty, and some were even broken into two. They were intertwined together to form an endless mountain range with ups and downs.
Before they even got close to the mountains, a terrifying pressure came towards them. This pressure was not a threat to Du Heng and the others, but it was somewhat unbearable for Mu Qian, Wen Tingzhi and the others who were in the Jindan stage.
Du Heng saw Wen Tingzhi's face turn pale, with beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks. At this time, a cultivator next to him taunted him, "Elder Wen, if your cultivation is not good enough, don't come in. Besides, what are you doing here as a magic cultivator in the forbidden area of sword cultivators?"
Wen Qiong glanced at the man calmly and said, "I am also a practitioner of Dharma." As soon as Wen Qiong finished speaking, the cultivator, feeling bored, went into the crowd at the back.
Wen Qiong patted Wen Tingzhi on the shoulder and said, "There are too many cases of flattering the powerful and bullying the weak in the cultivation world. Don't take them to heart. When you become a powerful cultivator, everything you do will be right."
Wen Tingzhi's face turned pale as he bowed to Wen Qiong gratefully: "Thank you, Sect Master Wen, for helping me out."
Wen Qiong said indifferently: "You are you, your master is your master, you two are different people. Only a blind person would confuse the two of you. I admire your courage, not everyone has the courage to take responsibility."
Wen Tingzhi bowed respectfully and said, "I will remember Patriarch Wen's teachings."
Wen Qiong smiled and said, "There are some spiritual swords used by magic practitioners in the southeast direction of the sword tomb. Fellow Daoist Wen can go there and take a look." Wen Tingzhi was so grateful that he didn't know what to say.
Wen Qiong nodded at him and then couldn't help being angry: "I hate those people who flatter the powerful and bully the weak the most. If Wang Muye hadn't been in trouble, Wen Tingzhi would be someone they couldn't even reach. Tsk..."
Du Heng said to Xiaoyu with a smile: "Xiaoyu, look, my master hates evil as much as he hates evil." Wen Qiong blushed: "Master, please stop making trouble."
Going up the mountain path, you will see a cave made of piled swords, with a faint golden light flickering in the cave. The spiritual swords sealed in the cave are all top-grade. If you want to get into the cave, you must first pass through the small path in the middle of the sword tomb and pass through layers of sword energy before you can reach it.
In the mountains next to the sword tomb, there are tombs of the successive masters of the Shenxu Palace. Du Heng saw the latest tomb with a sweep of his divine sense. On the tombstone, the words "Tomb of Wuwang Sword Master" were written in golden letters...
Du Heng stared at the direction of Wuwang's tombstone for a long time. Wuwang's voice, appearance and smile appeared in front of him. He said to Xiaoyu and the others, "You go get the sword first. I'll go talk to Wuwang."
Jing Nan said: "Let's go together. Sword Master Wuwang is also our friend." In the years after Qingheng's death, if Wuwang had not walked among the human cultivators, the human cultivators would not have been so united with the demon cultivators.
The large group set out along the path in the sword tomb towards the cave. There were formations on the path, and some monks were caught in the trap accidentally. They fell into the spirit sword and were cut by the sword energy, bleeding profusely. Some monks had good luck and strength. They followed the path all the way and soon entered the cave.
Du Heng and his companions walked across a stone bridge at the foot of Jianshan Mountain, and soon saw a tomb among green mountains and clear waters. Du Heng placed the food and wine he brought in front of Wuwang's tomb, and he stared at the words on the tombstone, thinking about what he should say.
Unfortunately, he was unable to utter a single word. In the end, he poured the wine on Wuwang's grave and said, "Rest in peace, my old friend."
If Wuwang hadn't left a little bit of his soul, there wouldn't be Du Heng today. Du Heng didn't think about what Wuwang had in mind when he left his soul behind. He only knew that he and Wuwang were close friends and had a life-long friendship.
Jing Nan whispered to Feng Gui: "I thought Du Heng would cry." Feng Gui nodded: "What a coincidence, I thought so too."
Du Heng heard it and said, "The dead open the eyes of the living. Even if I cry, Wuwang may not see it. Instead of adding to my sadness, it is better to live happily. When I meet Wuwang in the future, we can still sit down and talk about our hearts."
Feng Gui sighed: "Finally he has grown up."
Walking along the path on the sword tomb, Du Heng suddenly remembered the matter of the three chaos beads: "Oh, Xiaoyu Xixi, is the Illusionary Sky Bead left in the formation of the Wanzong Ruins and not retrieved?"
Feng Gui said: "No, after the demon-killing formation was destroyed, the teleportation formation disappeared. I think the Phantom Sky Pearl should have disappeared in the chaos."
Du Heng felt a little regretful: "It's gone. If I had known, Nan Nan should have taken the beads out earlier."
Jing Nan is optimistic: "The Three Chaos Pearls originally came from the chaos. We are not the first demon to possess it, and we will definitely not be the last to possess it. For things like this, we just let fate take its course."
Du Heng was relieved: "Well, I don't think it matters. But I heard that the Fantasy Sky Pearl is the sacred object of the beast tribe. If the Fantasy Sky Pearl is gone, they will squeeze you again."
Jing Nan shrugged: "I am now a fox with nine tails. Besides, I don't want to be a demon god. Whoever wants to be one can be one."
As they were talking, the four of them had already reached the entrance of the cave. Du Heng probed into the cave with his spiritual sense and was surprised: "Is this cave this big?"
He originally thought that the cave wouldn't be too big, and that it would be amazing to have hundreds of weapons displayed inside. Unexpectedly, when he scanned the cave with his spiritual sense, he saw tens of thousands of spiritual swords! The blades of these spiritual swords were intact, and they were hung on the stone walls on both sides of the cave, large and small, which made people's eyes dazzled.
Wen Qiong and the others had already reached the deepest part of the cave. They were now whispering to each other in front of a wall covered with runes. Hanging on the wall was a green spiritual sword, half of which was embedded in the rock and the other half was exposed. The exposed scabbard was covered with scales, which looked like snake skin.
The sword was not big, but every monk who saw it was attracted by it. There was a voice in their minds shouting frantically: Uncover the talisman and possess this spiritual sword! As long as you pick it up, you will become the strongest person in the world!
However, when they stretched out their hands, the clear and bright air from the Shenxu Palace's Qingshen Talisman was like a basin of water pouring down on their heads, extinguishing their desires. Then they felt apprehensive. What kind of sword was this that could cause such a great shock to their minds?
When they looked at the spirit sword again, they saw a shadow appear on it. A pair of blue eyes in the shadow suddenly opened, and the monks took a few steps back in fear: "Oh, it's alive! It's alive!" "Too scary! What kind of sword is this? It's so mysterious."
Xuan Yu came over at this moment, and he casually removed the talisman on Jian's body. Then he grasped the hilt of the sword, and there was a crackling sound, and the stone wall sealing the scabbard broke apart.
Before Xuan Yu could draw his sword, a terrifying aura gushed out from the sword. The aura swirled around Xuan Yu, and a giant green dragon soon appeared beside him.
Du Heng's pupils shrank: "So strong!" After seeing this sword, Du Heng realized how strong Xuan Yu was. He had previously thought that Xuan Yu's cultivation was already very strong, but after getting his natal spirit sword, Xuan Yu's spiritual energy was several times stronger than before!
This spiritual energy alone made the other monks in the cave feel like their throats were being strangled. Not to mention mastering it, just sensing its spiritual energy was enough to scare the monks!
This is the sword of the Dragon King, it really has the power to kill the sky!
Xuan Yu stretched out his hand to Jing Nan: "Nan Nan, umbrella." Jing Nan pulled out an umbrella from his sleeve and threw it to Xuan Yu: "Catch it."
Xuan Yu opened his umbrella, and the dragon breath on his body was covered by a soft green spiritual energy. Xuan Yu, holding the Thousand Machine Umbrella, put the spiritual sword on his waist and breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't have to worry about the blackmail beast taking it away anymore."
Author has something to say: Feng Gui: Du Heng's blindness can't be cured. He believes everything Xuan Yu says!
Jing Nan: This is love~~
Comrade Xuan Yu has obtained the Heaven-Slaying Sword! He is about to switch to the dungeon, enter the demon clan monster-killing mode, and start the seafood feast mode.
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