I have a role in the heavens

"Right, my uncle thinks so too. Sure enough, the smoke on the ancestor's memorial tablet was caused by me!"

Zhu Xiao accepted Feng Qingyang's praise without any humility, restrained himself without knowing it, and even talked about his ancestor.

"What are you thinking, kid? The green smoke coming out of the ancestor's tablet is because the incense is burning. What does it have to do with you kid?"

Feng Qingyang looked at the narcissistic Zhu Xiao and couldn't help but complain. This guy was really thick-skinned. If he continued to follow his words, he might have even more shameless words waiting for him.

"Really? I thought the green smoke on the ancestor's tablet was because of me!"

"Could it be that, uncle-Master, you are too old and your eyesight is dim, so you saw it wrong?"

A strange light flashed in Zhu Xiao's eyes, and he looked at the ancestor's ancestral hall. The top of the ancestral hall showed the appearance of dragons and tigers roaring, entwining and playing with each other. This is the luck of the Huashan sect. The luck is prosperous and long, comparable to that of a country. .

However, if you think about it, you can understand that although there are only a few people in the Huashan Sect at this time, with a heavenly being like Zhu Xiao alive, suppressing the luck can be passed down for at least another thousand years, which is naturally no worse than the luck of the Ming Dynasty. And because Zhu Xiao is a member of the royal family, the luck of the Ming Dynasty has also been improved to a certain extent, and the luck of the dynasty has been extended for at least two hundred years. It seems that the black water dragon veins of Changbai Mountain will be difficult to form, and the Jurchen clan can only That place in the Northeast has had a hard time living like a hair and drinking blood.

"Hmph!" Feng Qingyang turned his head and stopped looking at Zhu Xiao. This boy had a thick face and a sharp mouth. I am no match for him, so I can only remain silent.

"It seems that Uncle Feng Master has also realized his mistake. Forget it, I am naturally generous and will not take it to heart, so Uncle Master, you don't have to feel guilty!"

Zhu Xiao continued to tease Feng Qingyang verbally. He was not affected by Feng Qingyang's silence at all and kept talking to himself.

"Okay, why did you come to me today? Stop rambling!"

Feng Qingyang had lived in seclusion for a long time and had long been accustomed to a pure life. He could not stand Zhu Xiao's constant noise and harassment, so he could only admit defeat to Zhu Xiao.

"I have told you a long time ago that I would like to ask Master Master to come down and return to the Huashan Sect to revive the reputation of the Huashan Sect and help the Master recruit new disciples!"

Zhu Xiao put away his playful smile. He understood that although he was a master in the realm of gods and humans, he had no reputation in the world. He was afraid that it would be difficult to suppress people with ulterior motives in the world for a while, and he did not want to spend all his energy every day. It is used to dismiss some little people, so it needs a master like Feng Qingyang to intimidate the little people in the world.

"Even I can't see through your realm. You can naturally support the Huashan Sect. Why do you need me, a remnant of the Sword Sect, to control the situation!"

Feng Qingyang took a deep look at Zhu Xiao. This child's cultivation was unfathomable, and the scheming city was definitely not comparable to children of this age. He was not an elder of the Qi Sect, so why bother to come out again.

"My cultivation can naturally support Huashan, but I am still young and have no reputation in the world. I cannot suppress those who have ulterior motives, and I don't have the leisure to waste time with those little ones, so I need to rely on you, my uncle. The prestige!"

"As for the Qi Sect and the Sword Sect, haven't Master Master looked away from it yet? They are both martial arts passed down by the same ancestor. There is no difference between Qi Sect and Sword Sect. Aren't they both disciples of Huashan! And for so many years, Master Hasn’t my great-uncle been secretly protecting the Huashan sect? Why can’t he come to the front of the stage?”

Zhu Xiao sighed. The battle of sword energy had caused great harm to experienced Huashan disciples such as Feng Qingyang and Yue Buqun, and it had become a knot in their hearts that they could not untie. If it weren't for this knot, Feng Qingyang's talent would have long ago He has already been able to break through to Grand Master. How can he still be stuck at the peak of Grand Master like he is now, without making any progress for many years?

"How can you look away? All the Huashan disciples died in Huashan because of this. The entire Huashan is filled with the corpses of Huashan disciples, and the blood is flowing like a river!"

Feng Qingyang felt sad, with suppressed pain in his eyes and a bitter taste in his mouth.

"You go back and ask your master to see if he can forget that he collected and buried the corpses all over the mountain one by one. He stayed up all day and night by himself, and the blood stained all his clothes. He just buried all the Huashan disciples in the cemetery, and he became seriously ill after that. If he could let it go and forget about it, how could he go to the ancestor's ancestral hall every month to cry bitterly, and how could he leave the plaque with the sword energy rising to the sky? Replaced with Zhengqi Tang!"

"It is precisely because we can't forget that we can't let the Huashan Sect make the same mistakes again. That's why we need you, old man, to come out, unite the swords and qi, and officially declare that there will no longer be any sword-qi disputes in Huashan. Aren't these problems solved by your generation?" , do you still want to leave it to the next generation of disciples?”

Zhu Xiao sighed, how could he not know that Lao Yue went to the ancestral hall every month to confess and vent the pain in his heart. However, with Zhu Xiao's presence in the past few years, Lao Yue has gradually become more cheerful and interested in the battle of sword energy. Although I haven't completely let it go yet, I no longer have the taboo I had at the beginning.

"Repeat the same mistake? How is it possible? Now, except for me, everyone in Huashan is your Qi Sect. If there is any Sword Sect, there will naturally be no more sword Qi disputes!"

Feng Qingyang's Qi suddenly fluctuated. It seemed that he could not control the turbulent emotions in his heart. This Qi shot directly towards Zhu Xiao. Feng Qingyang quickly waved a sword Qi to block it, so as not to hurt him. Arrived at Zhu Xiao.

Zhu Xiao stood there without changing his expression. Although this trace of leaked Qi was overbearing, it did not cause the slightest movement in front of him and disappeared in front of Zhu Xiao. Even the sharp sword Qi wielded by Feng Qingyang did the same. , disappeared without any ripples.

Feng Qingyang looked at the scene in front of him, and then he remembered that this young man was a master that he couldn't even see through. He had just forgotten this fact in a moment of impatience, so he simply regarded him as a disciple of the younger generation, and took action unnecessarily. stop.

"There are no disciples of the Sword Sect in Huashan. What about outside Huashan? If they return to Huashan to compete for the position of leader in the future, should I suppress them all or let them go?"

Zhu Xiao looked at Feng Qingyang, who was a little dazed, and asked again, in an understatement, as if the remaining Huashan Sword Sect disciples were not worth mentioning.

Feng Qingyang looked at the stunning and determined Huashan disciples in front of him, and knew that if one day came, those surviving Jianzong disciples would definitely not be his enemies.

Huashan has fallen into such a state of decline due to the battle of sword energy. Will it have to experience another battle of sword energy? Can it withstand another battle of sword energy?

Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged on the top of the peak, lowered his head, looking at the broken wine pot fragments and flowing wine in front of him, as if he saw the ruined Huashan Sect and the blood of Huashan disciples all over the ground again.

Feng Qingyang raised his head and looked down at the grand scenery of Huashan Mountain. This was the Huashan Sect that the founders had worked hard to maintain. It was surrounded by white clouds and lined with ancient trees. It was like a dream and a fairyland. How could it be dyed red with blood again.