She was naturally a little embarrassed to do such a thing, but even if the other party had a hint of sarcasm in his tone, she would not give in.
A future leader of a large sect is now bargaining with others for a few taels of silver.
Still cute...
Chen Kuang raised the corners of his mouth helplessly.
He watched Lu Zhexuan walk out of the Chamber of Commerce, leave the city, and walk towards the Taoist temple, and he did not follow him anymore.
When Lu Zhexuan was halfway there, he changed direction and turned into a stream of light and flew into the woods.
Next to a waterfall with huge rocks, Lu Zhexuan landed on the ground and saw a green deer drinking water.
The Taoist nun took two steps forward and stroked Qinglu's head.
Qinglu shook his ears but did not dodge.
She looked around and found the back of an old Taoist lying on a stone.
"Old Senior, what's the important matter you want to talk to me about?"
Lu Zhexuan asked.
She is the Taoist priest in front of me whom I met about five years ago.
At that time, the Taoist's mount, the green deer, had a wounded hoof and was unwilling to move, trapping the Taoist in place.
Considering that they were fellow travelers, Lu Zhexuan still helped and led Qinglu to the water's edge, where there were fruit trees and a cave under the rocks, which was enough for shelter.
Lu Zhexuan had just seen the figure of Qinglu on the road, and then he suddenly turned and came to this familiar place.
Who would have thought that in these five years, the old Taoist hasn't moved a single step!
Lu Zhexuan was speechless for a moment.
The old Taoist propped up his head, seemed to be drowsy, yawned, opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zhexuan, and said with a smile:
"There is indeed something I want you to help me with. Can you send me to the Xuanshen Dao Sect?"
"As a reward..."
"I'd like to recommend someone to you who would definitely be willing to take you in as his disciple. How about that?"
Lu Zhexuan was stunned and subconsciously clenched the sachet in his hand.
The old Taoist turned over and continued to look at her with a smile:
"However, the Xuanshen Dao sect has strict rules. It's easy to enter Fuli Xianzhou but difficult to leave. If you have a mortal connection, it's best to end it as soon as possible."
…
Yang Wenshu fled in panic and rushed towards his own sect.
Not long after, he saw the gate of his own mountain and the two dozing disciples guarding the gate.
Feeling that no one was chasing him, Yang Wenshu breathed a sigh of relief.
He landed at the mountain gate, strode up to the two gatekeepers, and slapped them twice on the back of the head, scolding them:
"In broad daylight, yet so lazy!"
No one answered, and the two gatekeeper disciples didn't even react, still quietly tilting their heads.
Yang Wenshu paused and looked at the two disciples with their heads tilted, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He pushed hard, and the two disciples' heads fell off with a snap.
And the disciple's body also began to disintegrate like foam...
Yang Wenshu was horrified and stepped back suddenly.
He watched the two disciples vanish into thin air, his whole body stiffening.
The next moment, Yang Wenshu rushed into the familiar Biyun Gate like a madman.
Along the way, he encountered many disciples and elders, some from the outer sect, some from the inner sect, and some true disciples. But the same thing was that when he met them, they instantly disappeared from the spot like a popped bubble...
"Where are the people?! Where are the people?! Come out right here!!!"
"Damn it, there are usually so many people here, why are they all gone now? Huh?"
"Who? Who the hell set up this illusion?!"
"I won't be fooled! I won't be fooled!"
Yang Wenshu ran all the way inside the door, yelling all the way, from day to dusk, and then to night.
But no one responded to him.
Everyone who was touched by him disappeared.
In such a huge sect, a place that carries so many ambitions and expectations, Yang Wenshu is the only living person left.
He shouted until his voice became hoarse, and finally sat down at the highest point of Biyun Gate, silent.
Until the early morning of the seventh day.
The sun rose from the distant mountains, and Yang Wenshu suddenly laughed.
“Hehe…hehehehahahahahahahahaha!”
He suddenly jumped down from the highest point.
Yang Wenshu would naturally not die, the world would just have one more madman wandering around the ruins of Biyunmen.
(End of this chapter)
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