Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

In the wild city
Inn
Lin Yang has been living here since he came out of Wentian Tower.

Penniless, when the waiter in the shop was begging for accommodation money, he wisely went to the backyard to do some work of washing dishes and chopping firewood.

And the guest room he lived in has also changed from a luxurious single room to a small black room, but he is also satisfied, after all, it is good to have a place to stay.

The so-called down-and-out Phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. Compared to his brothers, he is already very good, at least he saved his life.

When he woke up, when he was about to go to work in the backyard as usual, he suddenly heard a few shop waiters talking fiercely, but when they saw him coming, they all shut up wisely.

Lin Yang just glanced at it, then looked away.

On the one hand, it is disdain, after all, he has been in a high position and authority, under the protection of the Tiansheng Temple, every time he travels, he is always eye-catching and respected.

Such a huge contrast now made him unable to accept it for a while, and now he can only hope that Wentianlou can collect money to do things.

On the other hand, he didn't care about the words among these shop assistants at all.

to the kitchen.

On the table, there were already mountains of dishes.

The oil stains were mixed with colorful vegetable soups, as if they hadn't been cleaned overnight, so that even now, they all gave off an unpleasant smell.

Lin Yang pinched his nose and walked in with a blank expression.

There used to be three guys in the kitchen, but after he took over here, those three guys also disappeared, and I don't know where to hide and play.

The tasks that originally required the three assistants are now all on his head. If the dishes cannot be cleaned in time before the breakfast is served in the morning, it will affect the normal opening of the inn, and a reprimand from the shopkeeper will be unavoidable. .

Seeing that he was down and out, those people thought of ways to bully him.

He could take it easy, picked up the rag, and started washing the dishes.

At this time, a young man hurried in from the door.

Seeing that Lin Yang was still washing the dishes, the little guy walked over and took it away, and said with a little excitement: "Yangzi, do you know that something serious happened? In one night, the two Holy Masters of Cangyu Holy Land They are all dead, and now the old ancestor is out of the mountain to preside over the situation, the whole Cangyu Holy Land is now in panic."

He knew some inside information, so after hearing this, he hurried over.

"what?"

"What did you say?"

Lin Yang didn't care much at first, he just answered a few words casually, and after he heard the words behind him clearly, he looked away from the mountains of dishes.

"You mean, Yang Qiu is dead?"

Lin Yang swallowed hard.

The pupils shrank slightly, and the breathing became rapid at this moment.

The young man said: "Yes, and, it is said that he was assassinated under the close protection of a saint. The most important thing is that Yang Qiu died, and the saint didn't even notice it. He thought he was happy."

He said, and laughed again.

Lin Yang was in a daze for a moment.

Yang Qiu is dead...

"Who else died?"

The boy said: "Yang Hao, Yang Qiu's cousin, it is said that after Yang Qiu dies, he will take over as the Holy Master, but he is also dead, do you know where he died?"

"Where?" Lin Yang looked at the boy, a little anxious.

The little guy didn't show off, and said directly: "It's inside the Cangyu Holy Land, and after the assassination of Yang Hao, the man retreated completely, and Yang Zhifeng and the others didn't even see his shadow."

"real or fake?"

When Lin Yang heard the words, his first reaction was to question.

How about the Cangyu Holy Land, he knows better than anyone else.

Originally, the master of the Tiansheng Palace could draw a tie with several saints by relying on a holy artifact. Although he was temporarily at a disadvantage, it would not be a disastrous defeat.

But it was the appearance of the ancestor Yang Zhifeng, with one finger, that solved the palace master, so that Tianshengdian was defeated like a mountain, and was quickly wiped out.

If such a strong man can't be found under the nose, then it can only explain one problem, that is, the strong man sent by Wentianlou is stronger than Yang Zhifeng.

If this is the case, that holy artifact is not enough to invite a holy king to take action.

Zhou Quan nodded excitedly and said: "It's true, the outside world has spread the word, and now the whole Great Deserted City is boiling..."

Having said that, he paused, and looked at Lin Yang with some relief on his face, "Your revenge has been avenged, and under the Nine Springs, those fellow disciples of yours can rest in peace."

"No..." Lin Yang shook his head, "As long as the Cangyu Holy Land is not destroyed, I will not be able to avenge my vengeance."

Zhou Quan said: "Impossible, you think it's up to you..."

Lin Yang didn't speak.

At this moment, he thought of Wentianlou.

If it was really what Wen Tianlou did, then the destruction of the Cangyu Holy Land would happen in an instant.

Even if he knew how illusory this hope must be, even in comparison, it would be much easier to get rich overnight.

He reckoned the time, and it was still a few hours away from the three quarters in the afternoon that the person in Wentianlou said.

I hope the final result doesn't disappoint him, even if he doesn't have any hope for it.

……

Qingyun Peak

When Zhou Mu went back, there were two little girls in the hall.

One of them was a little strange to him.

But it seems that they have a good relationship with Ye Mujiu. The two little girls are holding hands, not to mention how close they are.

However, there seemed to be something wrong with the mood. The girl was holding Ye Mujiu's arm, with an aggrieved expression on her face, she was talking for some reason, and tears flowed down her pure white cheeks.

When Zhou Mu entered the hall, the man suddenly stood up.

"You are..."

His eyes fell on the indifferent Ye Mujiu.

It seems that since he got acquainted with Ye Mujiu, he has never seen this expression on her face.

"fine."

Ye Mujiu turned her head bluntly, as if she didn't want to look at the people around her, then she got up and greeted Zhou Mu.

After taking the jacket, she introduced in a low voice: "Zhang Linger, used to be a good friend of mine."

The sound is very light.

"Not now?" Zhou Mu's voice was also very soft.

Ye Mujiu gasped, "No, if it wasn't for his father, I wouldn't be like this now."

These words, like steel needles, pierced deeply into Zhang Linger's heart.

Her pretty face was already covered with tears.

Seemingly reaching the extreme, she held her face in her hands and finally cried out, "I really...really haven't seen you..."

The trembling little figure looked like a flower bone in a strong wind, not to mention how pitiful it was.

"Ugh……"

For a while, Zhou Mu didn't know what to say.

He also knows Zhang Ling'er's identity to some extent, the daughter of the Heavenly Sword advocated by the current Sword God Palace.

He was also the man behind the destruction of Zhongzhou.

To some extent, Zhang Linger is the daughter of Ye Mujiu who killed her father and enemy.

No matter how strong the relationship is, once there is a crack, it will never go back to the past.